#spikey anime hair gets all the girls

[makethiscanon]

🌸 HELLO HI HOW ARE YOU I HAVE COME TO HUMBLY REQUEST A HC FOR THE LOVE OF MY LIFE OJIRO MASHIRAO I DO BELIEVE I HAVE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE

(idk if u remember me I was that one person who asked abt the ojiro ai you made and I LITERALLY LOVE IT SO MUCH OMG)

Oh, hey hey hey 👀💕 ofc, I always remember a fellow Ojiro fan! Ahh, good to see you're still loving our tailman. I have so many headcanons for him that I actually had to use a random number generator just to pick a category 🤣 and you got: future!

A headcanon for Mashirao Ojiro, My Hero Academia:

Even as a Pro Hero, Ojiro still struggles to stand out. To the point he can rescue civilians from certain death and they'll refer to him as "some hero".

He's used to it, but his friends demand justice. In an attempt to stand out, Ojiro decides to switch up his look by taking inspiration from two unignorable people from his past: Lion Hero, Shishido; and the impossible to forget once you've met him, Bakugou.

Ojiro starts styling his hair into spikes, and swaps out the martial arts gi for a sleeveless, skin-tight black shirt with his signature fur trim.

The difference in attention is astounding, and it isn't long before Ojiro's climbing up the Hero Billboard Charts to a respectable rank #34, where he belongs 😤❤

[WRITING MASTERLIST]

[katsukikoi]

your so pretty

character; yuji itadori x f!reader + sukuna x f!reader

part 1 part 2

warnings; swearing

theme; Sukuna's past, yuji's crush. ( strong f!reader )

Itadori was new to the jujutsu world, he weaves around missions and finishes them quickly. Although, he can only do so much as a student.

So, since his “death” he has to stick with Gojo sensei.

He never minded, he actually rathers. He would happily do all of the tasks and missions the albino man gave him, with a smile.

“yes gojo sensei!” he would say, one hand with his thumb up, and the other on his hip. Unknowingly sassy.

He never could remember the pact he made with sukuna. Which made the poor boy drag his head in the mud.

Sukuna would often respond nonchalantly, always brushing him off and cursing him for being stupid. This would make the poor boy pout and huff, annoyed if anything. But, nonetheless he perseveres.

Gojo said he had a surprise for him, making the boy get excited hoping it was time to go back and re-reveal himself to the world.

"i have someone you need to meet!" gojo spoke, with a large smug smile.

"huh? i thought i wasn't allowed to see anyone.." he spoke, with a confused, but cute pout. He blinked like an innocent puppy.

"This one, wont make a peep." he winked, making the salmon haired boy even more confused.

"yuji-kun, meet your new best friend, y/n!!" he yelled out, opeing his arms out as he waited for her to appear.

"so, there is nothing there?" sukuna laughed, his eye opened under yuji's as he tried to slap him away.

"sorry i'm late, sensei. I got caught up." the girl spoke, walkimg into the door. Her jujutsu energy pouring out of control even sukuna could feel it deep in his soul. God, it felt so familiar to him. It felt like he yearned for it even after he was sealed.

There stood, a girl. Similar looking to gojo, a very small section of sleek white like hair on the front, the rest chocolate brown with golden strands in different places. Her eyes shined gold, the purest of the metal. Her eye lashes, long and thick, her lips, healthy and soft looking. Making sukuna gulp. He knew this woman, but where from exacting?

Yuji was a different story, the boy greeted her with a smile, telling her he like women like Jennifer Lawrence.

"nice to meet you, itadori-kun. Personally, i like men like senami shinazugawa." she bowed, much like he did. Her smile catching a sly fox look.

"woah! from the anime?" he spoke, excitedly.

"yes! you know it?" she excitedly giggled, looking up to the taller boy he nodded quickly.

"hmh! what episo-" before he could continue, gojo satoru laughed. Interupting them. " yuji, y/n. You two, are coming with me." he spoke, grabbing them both yuji by the hood of his jacket, while y/n bridle style. Making sure to cover her skirt from praying eyes.

“what? gojo satoru, are you using them for a human shield?” the cruse boredly spoke.

“hi! i hope you don’t mind :) i have students.” gojo smiled, brightly at the mt fuji curse.

“wah! he looks like mt fuji.” yuji spoke, grabbing y/n’s calf, in awe.

“hey brat, dont touch.” sukuna grumbled, his voice unheard as yuji ignored it. Still holding on to the poor girls leg as she glared at the curse.

“jogo? still looking homeless.” y/n spoke, a wild smirk on her face as she got out of gojos grasp to stand in the middle of the two men.

y/n clapped her hands, ready for a fight as a golden tattoo glowed, ready to be summed.

“neh, y/n. Hold back.” gojo smirk, petting the smaller girls head.

“eh!?” she spoke, huffing as she watched the scene play out.

As the girl zoned out, she didnt notice that the two of them, yuji and herself were currently falling to a spikey dead wood pile. “thats not good huh?” she spoke out a loud. she grabbed yuji as she moved her hand in front of her. “tsunami.” she whispered, summoning a great wave of water, destroying the pile of wood as she landed on top of the water. Carrying yuji bridal style.

“put the brat down. This is embrassing.” sukuna mumbled, sitting on his bones he watched interestedly.

Watching the girls every step, calculating her moves. He was tempted to keep all of his eyes open, just to make sure, but he decided against it. Thinking it was a waste of time.

———

“itadori, your curse-“ *smack* “energy is too high.” the girl spoke, reading a book next to him as she watched him get smacked for the 18th time.

y/n sighed, putting a book mark in her page as she stood up. She went behind the couch and patted the boys hair, making him blush and look up.

“ill get some food, kay?” she asked, making the boy smile, blush coating his cheeks as he nodded. “m’kay.” he squeaked out.

—-

“go yuji! you can do it!” she spoke, watching at the boy downed a weaker shinigami. Jumping for joy as she proudly taught him black flash.

its been 2 months since they got partnered up, not once has the king of curses made a peep.

until, “brat no.2 fight me.” sukuna’s mouth smirk, his eye glaring with blood lust.

“no, i wont let you.” itadori spoke, covering him. “sorry y/n-senpai.” he spoke shyly.

“sure sukuna. How many fingers you at? 4?” she asked, cracking her back and neck.

“extention.” sukuna spoke, smirking as he did so.

The tattoos filling yujis face as sukuna changed his look. y/n blushed abit as she looked away for a second before turning back to him.

She watched him come at her with full force like he did gojo. “i wonder.” she spoke, her long nail ripping her sleeve, “whale, of the jade chamber.” she spoke, a green whale the size of a large jelly fish swum around sukuna. Making him laugh, “really!? i overestimated you!” he laughed,

Y/n came at him with roaring speed, as fast as a full grown cheetah. Eyes shining gold, she let her knee fully hit his face. The whale growing more green as it amplified the hit breaking the mans jaw.

He groaned as he gripped his jaw, “you bitch.” he smirked, “i like it! more, give me more power!” he yelled, exitedly.

The girl tilted her head, as she watched the man pause sighing, and rolling his eyes. He let yuji return as he barked out in pain. “ouch!” he spoke, y/n rushed towards him, using her reverse technique to heal him.

“what happened?” he asked, thanking her.

“i.. sukuna happend.” she spoke.

—

“and i think thats the best episode we watched. Tengen is so flashy!” itadori gushed as he leaned on her chest has he cuddled her, so sweetly and kindly. so repectfully, and so innocent.

“hn! senami is better.” she spoke, playing with his hair letting her nails comb through.

They became close, this made her scared. Making her heart drop, what the hell did she do?

she stopped watching the series as she watched yuji, just looking at him made her heart flutter. “shit.” she mumbled, no one but sukuna heard. Not that she knew anyways.

The two teens stayed in that position until, itadori fell asleep. This caused the girl to yawn.

“you care for this vessel.” sukuna spoke, making the girl snap her head towards him. No longer was it yuji, but sukuna. Laying right where yuji was, unmoving.

“ha? i-“ she tried to lie, and look away, but she felt sukuna shift, making her move herself back, preparing herself for a future fight.

Sukuna looked at her, with praying eyes, a hunter; hungry for her blood. “tell me, bunny. why do you?” he grinned, stradding the girl, as she tried to calm her heart rate. She cant fight that well at night.

“so, what. why would you care?” she asked, as she watched him trail his fringers around her hip and collar bones.

She gulped as he became hyper fixated on this tattoos hands, a type of black dye coated his nails. She shivered, she continued to watch as they made contact. Sukuna moving her con with his finger, forcing her to meet his red crimson eyes.

“he doesnt deserve you.” he grunted out.

“what?” she asked.

—-

i hope you enjoyed, it was kinda shit ngl. But lmk if you like it!

dont repost my writing, translate, or rewrite.

Only, reblog, comment and follow. Sent requests too!

much love,

Atlas. 💣✨

[ooo-yeah-baby]

Geeks Queen

Yandere Randy Meeks x Reader

I only write sfw, feel free to make requests, small mentions of blood and violence, I didn't really know what to write.

Randy rubbed his eyes, trying to remove the groggines from them, caused by another late night at the movies. When his vision focused he caught sight of you. 

Your back was pushed to the lockers as you examined a slip of paper. You clearly didn't know what you were doing or where you were going, and the crowd pushing past you was not helping. 

And you were hot? Perhaps Randy could make his own luck by helping you figure things out. 

You felt a light tap on your shoulder and turned to see a spikey haired boy with a curly grin standing next to you. 

"Oh sorry, is this your locker?" You stepped out from the wall. Even though the hall had began to clear out a bit you had brushed shoulders with someone walking past. Of course, you quickly turned to apologize. 

Good looking and nice? What a combo, especially for Woodsboro. 

"No no, you're fine! I've just never seen you before, it looked like you were lost." Randy's hands shot up like he was held at gun point. "Are you new?" They moved back down to his sides, fidgeting with the hems of the top pockets on his cargo shorts. 

"Oh gosh, yeah I am." You chirped back. "I was supposed to figure stuff out over the weekend but with all the packing I didn't really have time." 

"Yeah that makes sense." His head nodded. "Maybe I can show you the way? This place seems big but it's not that confusing once you know your way." 

And of course you agreed to it! 

You were perfect for him too. During the makeshift tour you made jokes and laughed at his, and later he saw you come into the movie store he worked at, and you picked one of his favorite horror movies!

Randy was smitten with you. 

And at least in his eyes you liked him too. 

Maybe this time the nerd will actually get the girl? 

At least he thought this way until he saw you talking to Billy Loomis. 

The way your face brimmed with a lovely pink hue at that rat faced lunatic made Randy's blood boil. 

First Sidney and now you? Man he could never catch a break. 

Why did Billy always get the girl? 

And when the killings began you stuck by Billy's side as if he could never hurt a fly! Even Sidney, Billy's own girlfriend, was doubting him, but not you? 

This was absolutely insane! 

But... when it was finally your turn to get attacked, you scrambled into Randy's arms like a scared animal. Of course Randy didn't enjoy seeing you like this; sobbing, bruised, blood staining your clothes; but he couldn't help how he relish in the fact that you came to him. Not Sidney or Billy or even one of your other friends, hell, you didn't even go to the police. You came straight to Randy. 

And that little action sent him into a full delusion. You two were dating, to him. He'd curl to your side whenever you were within eyesight. He'd call you relentlessly, making sure you were safe. 

And he'd be lying if he said he'd never followed you home or watched you through your windows. 

You were his. Finally the geek had gotten the girl. 

[pinkberrypocky]

pmmm rewatch live notes: ep 1

ive been rewatching pmmm w my friends who haven't seen it before and have decided that i am incapable of being normal abt it so uhhh.... gonna dump the notes i took during ep 1 here. they are entirely incomprehensible ramblings of a madman but the goal is to synthesize some actual analysis once im done w the watch through. im convinced there is significant color symbolism related to the colors of the holy quintet but idk the exact symbolism for each color so there's a good amount of notes of just instances of those colors that i think could help me pin down the symbolism later on so there's that too a gift for u (or i guess a hurdle if u don't care abt color symbolism but honestly if u don't care abt color symbolism i don't understand u). idk i thought it might be silly for like maybe 1 other guy out there. also my friends bullied me into it (read: hyped me up about it until i relented)

ok buckle in folks this is solidly two pages on google docs

first scene happens bc madoka remembers it from another timeline 

spiraling time is it the future or the past does it even matter

brightest thing in intro is her hair ribbons bc they are what links madoka and homura across time and space 

everything else is desaturated

god madoka w her in the intro bc god madoka saves and treats all the magical girls like that when she saves them from their witch future 

hard to tell what the world is like bc does it even matter 

no matter what the setting is homura will fail to save madoka and madoka will sacrifice herself 

also adds to the eerie effect 

madoka’s mom tells her to use the red ribbon

madoka never chose her fate for herself, she’s always doing what others want and what she thinks is best for others 

the scenery has a weird juxtaposition of greenery and industrial things which mirrors the juxtaposition of the magical girl stereotype and the psychological horror reality 

the classrooms are like bird cages 

homura walks in like she’s not seeing everyone and not really there bc she’s living in the past which is also the future 

THE ANGLE WHEN HOMURA FIRST TALKS TO MADOKA

like idk what that loom w the dramatic lighting means but it means Something

the way homura doesn’t hide that she knows the way to the nurses office shows that she’s getting desperate and tired of this cycle

insisting that madoka call her homura even though they “just met” shows how important their relationship is and how much she yearns for their old dynamic 

when she confronts madoka in the hall she shows emotion for the first time showing how much she cares about this 

it seems cruel but in reality she is grasping at straws to protect madoka 

she doesn’t care if she has to be seen as cold as long as madoka is safe

homura knows the math so well bc it’s the same every single fucking time

the symbolism of kyubey with the spikey evil statue that’s all rusty and the shadow where it merges w him 

when madoka reveals she has seen homura in a dream and they brush it off bc haha we’re just middle schoolers this is a magical girl anime nothing weird would happen

red in the scene where homura tries to kill kyubey… kyoko’s color… what does red represent in this show?

kyubey reaches out to madoka asking to be saved bc he knows that’s her weak spot , that she will always jump into danger to save other regardless of her own well being 

when homura appears trying to kill kyubey there are chains what could this represent 

chained to her cycle, chained to kyubey, chained to madoka 

they form the shape of a cross bc homura is jesus, she takes the brunt of the harm and the blame in an effort to save the others 

use of collage in the witch labyrinths is disorienting and jarring it doesn’t fit and it’s confusing and creepy and unsettling 

language is similar to german at times maybe a reference to historical german witches 

sayaka protects madoka in a  hug like embrace when they first end up in the labyrinth symbolizing the way she is to the end a protector

mami makes sure to act unbothered and not scared when she meets them to keep her persona of a magical girl who saves ppl despite the horrors of the reality 

the fact that mami uses guns alludes to the horror of magical girls hidden just beneath the surface 

the use of the word contract also shows the severity and adult nature of what they are about to embark on

[the-demons-son]

About Damian

General Info

Name: Damian Wayne al Ghul

Nickname: Blood Son, Demon Brat, Dami, Gremlin, Son of the Bat.

Gender: Cis Male

Race: Multiracial. Of English, Chinese and Arabic descent.

Age: 12 [in most verses]

Appearance

Height: 4ft 4"

Hair: Dark Brown. Short, faded sides, spikey on top.

Distinguishing marks: A few scars on various places on his body. From sword and dagger related injuries. All in areas that can be hidden other than one on the back of his left hand.

Eyes: Green, like his mother.

Clothing: Loose fitting, unrestrictive, soft clothing.

Personality

Temperament: Irritable. Stubborn. Highly driven and motivated to succeed. Disciplined. Has high levels of self restraint. Closed-off.

Moral/ethical beliefs: Damian has a complex moral code of his own that is heavily influenced by Ra's al Ghul. It does not entirely align with Batmans though he does adopt more of his father's teachings throughout his time as Robin. Killing is something he deems to be neccessary at times. For the greater good.

Religious beliefs: Damian does not follow a religion. He grew up believing the teachings, ambitions and goals of his Grandfather which did not subscribe to a religion. He is vegetarian but this is due to his love of all animals.

Hobbies: Is a skilled painter.

(Under the cut is under construction. More to be added later)

Habits: Habits would include anything from particular body movements when feeling a certain way, to smoking/drinking habits, to nail-biting, thumb sucking, nose picking, bulimia, and whatever else.

Quirks/eccentricities: Anything “out of the ordinary” that the character does, like carrying a lucky rabbit’s foot, always rubbing an ear for good luck, gets nervous around people of the opposite gender, blinks rapidly when lying, will only eat soup if it has an even number of beans in it, malapropisms, spoonerisms, etc.

Likes: This can end up being a rather lengthy list even if it starts short. This can be anything from foods, sex, activities, events, types of pets, fabrics, etc.

Dislikes: This would be a list of anything the character dislikes.

Fears: Fears can usually tie into dislikes or even likes sometimes depending on what it is exactly, and how the character reacts to it in the long run—phobias, nightmares, etc.

Strengths: What does the character excel at doing? This does not refer to only physical strengths, but emotional and mental as well.

Weaknesses: The opposite of strengths—a well-rounded character has plenty of flaws and weaknesses even if they are not fatal weaknesses.

Short term goals: Does the character have a plan for the near future? A crush? A dream of a promotion? Think in the span of weeks to months.

Long term goals: Does the character have long term goals like assembling an army and taking over the kingdom? Finding a wonderful girl and marrying her to live an idyllic life? Think in the span of years.

Hopes and desires: Oftentimes hopes and desires tie into short and long term goals. If necessary, describe here why the character hopes for certain things. Any dream, wish, fantasy, etc. should fit well here.

Occupation: List the character’s job or occupation, and if necessary describe how it affects the character in general.

Skills: List skills the character has such as archery, logical thinking, knitting, musical composition, dancing, etc., and go into detail for each if necessary.

Secrets:

These are secrets others would have to find out through RP.

If you come up with something here then consider removing it in whatever version share publicly unless people need a hint to RP towards finding out whatever secrets your character has.

Gear

Always has: List items the character is likely to have at all times, or close at hand.

Sometimes has: List items the character might have occasionally.

These can be items that are stored in their house, rooms, lockers, etc.

Events and History

Recent notable events

If something has happened in RP or previous to RP that has a serious effect on story then list it. Even if it’s easy to remember it’s nice to see it on paper.

Bad events in the past

What happened in the past that the character does not like to think about?

How has it affected them?

Do other people know?

Good events in the past

List events from the character’s past that could be considered good.

Any good memory can work here even if it seems like a trivial one.

History and background details

Extra info about the character’s past if things need to be fleshed out.

[darkfrost-star]

Dang, I didn't even know people were doing that. I probably had the highest amount of frustrations and grievances regarding the Green / not / Leaf debate. All of that is entirely tied into my childhood coping mechanism to promised self-indulgence fic that grew up with me. And the uncanny valley of their similar design had me tearing my hair out, metaphorically. I've opt to settle this the way Pokemon generally tends to run "same character, different people" in the way they make cross-canon counterparts. But the issue arises in how while yes, LGPE is an entirely different timeline, making that idea viable; unlike any of the protagonist duos, excluding Kris, Leaf NEVER exists as an NPC if you choose the other avatar. And that's just what player characters are: avatars. Pokemas breaks away from that and gives them starter mons and personalities that I personally feel aren't the "end all" for their canon. As there's so many universes and alt timelines and simply the fact the developers do want players to interpret it however we like or simply don't because it would break our brains. [According to some interview: but really it's the sacred creed of video games anyways.] It goes against a lot to establish a canon for characters intentionally kept and made to be vague: hence, the constant Pidgey in the face when animating game-verse and lack of speaking lines. Look at Pokemas!May and the one from Evolutions. Or the way some treat Ethan and Gold differently when it comes to personality. Or even the black-haired!Red from LGPE based on Gen 1 and the Gen 3 brown-haired spikey flare Red we see continue into Alola. They are the same character despite it all. Just different in the hands of who made them, and those people are not the final authority. Pokemon has no canon to me. It's like Marvel and it's many retellings of Superhero stories. So many agencies get their hands on this story, it's more of a genre now. Did you know there's a manga out there for ORAS where Brendan is split into two twin brothers for Omega and Alpha? This stuff just happens. For all intents and purposes, Green is the third Pallet trainer. Her and Leaf fulfill the same role in the trio. She will never exist as a fourth girl beside them. Her design is to me, what it would have been had she been included in Gen 1, as Red and Blue's designs also reflect Gen 1 not Gen 3. Her different personality is because she is an NPC playing as a rival character for the first time ever in a canon game-verse appearance (even if an AU timeline) (also why we were blessed to have speaking lines for her in Evolution) while Pokemas does whatever the heck it wants with their own personality canonizations. For main characters in Pokemas are always going to get on someone's nerves because they have to commit to certain playthrough routes for the characters, the hero or the friend, etc, and surface level personalities while NPCs like Gym Leaders or supporting cast feel more accurate; because there's an actual canon to pull from. For what it may count for though, there is official merch out there showing Leaf with Squirtle, Gengar, and Clefable. Sound familiar eh? I suppose the best compromise at this point is to stick with our own preferences and not invalidate others. This goes fully for the anti-Green = Leaf crowd because their stance makes up the majority of Leaf posts and arguments. Generally YouTube LMAO I started staying away from there. Meanwhile, ig Pokemon will continue to mix and match what they want treating their characters like jpeg dolls and driving us up the wall with uncanny valley. See: Akari and Dawn, Lucas and Rei. Implications galore everywhere, multiverse is real and apparently it can hurt us haha. Sorry for the info dump.

Yeah Ikr! I guess it comes to show that people will make up anything to defend their stance on an argument. This is exactly why I have a problem with the idea of making them another Kris and Lyra 2.0 situation, it just feels way too forced because of their strong design similarities and how they’re obviously derived from another. At least Lyra was made from scratch as wasn’t derived from Kris and it shows, as the only significant design similarity they have is the gravity defying ponytails. Green and Leaf on the other hand? They just look like the same person wearing somewhat different outfits! They have the same hair color and hair style, the exact same shirt/collar pattern, and even the same yellow bag! And tbh, I think they are strong together than they are separate, as if they’re split into two different entities, then that means that Green never got the chance to be a playable character, and likewise Leaf never got the chance to appear as an NPC in any of the mainline games, and that is just unfair to me. 

And yes I definitely agree with you on the idea that Green and Leaf are AU versions of the same character, I mean it should be very obvious. Also yeah, even if pokemas exists people are still allowed to have their own interpretations of the characters, even my headcanons for them aren’t one to one with how they portray the protags!

And that’s not even mentioning pokespe, with all of its wild interpretations of the protag’s personalities that totally seem to come out of left field! They literally made Lucas (Diamond) a pokemon trainer version of Chowder for example! And oh wow, I had no idea that there was manga out there that made the two versions of Brendan twin brothers, kinda reminds me of that one manga that makes Classic! Red and Remake! Red two different people as well…  Also tbh I never even felt like LGPE! Green was all that different personality wise from PMEX! Leaf in the first place, as they both have that cheerful and feisty pokemon enthusiast/fanatic characterization going on. The only real difference is that Green is a bit more competitive and mischievous, whereas Leaf is more wholesome. But again, that probably comes from the fact that she plays the role of the rival in LGPE, as you said. It really does come to show that the TPC will always experiment with different personalities for all the different variants of their protag characters. Also EXACTLY, Leaf is literally associated with half of Green’s team in official merchandise man! That’s another reason why I can’t bring myself into thinking they’re somehow completely different… 

[magician-kitty]

Skeleton Key

"Hold still MK, I'm almost done." Tang said combing the teens spikey hair down to make it look neat for today's special event.

"Sorry Tang, I can't help it, I'm just so excited!" MK said bouncing up and down from her seat.

"Okay. So as of all the heroic antics I've done today, can you believe that the Mayor is coming by to the shop! I know right!? I can't believe it myself."

"All done!" Tang placed the comb, shows her a mirror. "What do you think?" Tang had put her hair up in two buns with flowers clips to hold it in place.

MK gasped in awe, eyes sparkling as she hugged Tang. "I love it, thank you Tangy!" She nuzzled his chest.

The scholar couldn't help but let out a whimper, "Oh my sweet little girl, you're growing up so fast." He let's out a cry, coddling her.

"Hmph?? Tangy, your smothering me." She muffled through his clothes.

He sniffed, wiping away his tears. "Alright, c'mon everyone is waiting for you."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Mayor was a rather....strange man with pale ivory skin, ash brown hair with a slight gray streak and piercing ice blue eyes. He wore a tailored black tuxedo with a light blue button up underneath. The mayor was standing on some crates in front of a podium, MK beside him, he clears his throat before speaking.

"Thank you for this amazing turnout!" The mayor said with a big smile.

"Alright! Let's hear it for Monkie Kid! Hero of the city!/My bestie!" Mei cheered, grabbed a nearby chair and smashed it on the ground.

"As mayor, I hereby give monkie kid the key to our fair city." He turns to MK, shakily handing her the key. MK took the key in her hands, her eyes suddenly became blank as a blue aura surrounded her, bursting from her body.

"Thank you Mr Mayor. Umm...what does this key do, exactly?" Mk asked.

He chuckled "Oh, you'll love this, It has the power to open anything!"

"Oooh, anything?" asked Mei, getting into the mayor's face. "Like a pet shop full of puppies?"

"Yes! Or the door to a lion's cage, or an orphan's piggy bank, an imprisoned mystic power source, or whatever you'd like!" he chuckles nervously, turning to look at MK. "Today, you can do no wrong. You've got my permission, 'cause I'm the mayor!" He cackles menacingly, disappearing into blue smoke.

"Um...Okay?" MK sweat dropped at the Mayor's behavior.

"Huh, I'm starting to think...maybe that ain't the mayor." Mei said.

MK turns her attention back to the key. "Wow. A key that can open anything." She and Mei stared at it, looking at the other with wide smiles. "Are you pondering what I'm pondering, Mei?"

"Sure MK! But I don't think Jack DeSena's gonna available in this story.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

MK held the key in front of her as Mei stood behind her. The key activates and a line of doors appears before them. "You ready for this?" MK asked Mei.

She laughs, grabbing Mei's hand as they head through the door. First the arcade, where the two played monkey mech. Then a truck full of puppies, along with other dangerous animals.

They went everywhere; the shoe store, back to the anti-gravity arcade to party, even the weather station. They were having a blast, not a care in the world. MK turns to look at the key, holding it to her temple and gasping, an image invading her mind.

"Mei! Mei! Okay, hear me out. We knew the key could magically unlock anything."She stated.

"But maybe, it can also magically lock anything, too!"

"You literally just described all keys."

"Yeah, yeah, fine. but do you know what this means?" MK asked.

"Having this key, this power. it's so much responsibility," she said before grinning. "But I know what we need to do."

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Back at the shop, Pigsy came back from the shopping district, humming to himself. He placed the bag of groceries down, pulling out his keys, unlocking the door. But when he tried to open it, the door wouldn't move.

"What the-" He grits his teeth, rolling up his sleeves and trying again. the door still wouldn't open.

Crack!

"Ow! my back!" Pigsy growls, rounding the back of the shop, hitting a pile of trash in the process. He grunts, kicking at the back door as he fell to the ground, struggling to open the door. "Let me in! let me in! who's in there? let me into my noodle store!" shouting at the top of his lungs in front of the shop.

There was the sound of snickering, looking up at the balcony of Mk's apartment to see Mei and Mk, snickering and laughing. "Ah, I wish we had this key all the time, I don't think I've had this much fun in...forever!" She chuckled.

"Ooh! Maybe that key has the power to open...your heart~" Mei said in a teasing manner, wiggling her eyebrows.

MK yelped, blushed madly, "M-Mei...I dunno what you're talking about." Mei elbowed her bestie. "Ow!"

"C'mon MK, when was the last time you've had a boyfriend...or girlfriend?" She leaned against the railing on her balcony. "Gotta be someone that's caught your attention." MK fidgeted with her hands, shuffling her feet nervously.

Lately she's been receiving gifts and flowers and she's got no clue who that is. But she had to admit, maybe someone did caught her eye.

"I dunno, maybe...someone has already has?" The dragon girl gasped in excitement, shaking her shoulders. "Who is it? Tell me, Tell me!"

"Wait Mei! I don't really know if-" MK was about to speak, but froze when the scent of smoke fills her nose.

"Mei, Look out!" An explosion went off, the two were thrown back by a burst of fire. MK groaned, looking up to see Red Son emerge with a grin. "Noodle girl! Finally!"

What the! What the hell are you doing in MK's house?!" Mei cried.

"You better not have gone through my drawers, you little pervert!" MK yelled Red Son scoffed, pink in his cheeks.

"H-How dare you!? Do you know how long I've been waiting here for you?! Your house is...depressing! A lady such as yourself shouldn't be living in such a hovel. But...I'm going to need that magic key." He smirks, lifting his hand as it engulfs in flames. The key suddenly coated in red, levitating into the air as Mei and MK tried to grab it, but failed.

"Yoink! so long, ladies!" Red Son teleports into flames, flying past the two and into his truck, laughing menacingly.

"Oh no! the key!" MK cried out. Mei frowns and whistles, her motorcycle appearing overhead, as she jumps on.

"Wait for me!" MK calls after her as she drives off.

"No, please, It's all good! I definitely don't want a ride," Mk frowned, summoning her staff. "It's totally fine!"

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Meanwhile, further down the city, Red Son's truck is seen hitting every car he passed by.

'Yes! I have the key, and soon the mysterious ancient power will be ours to command!' Red Son thought excitedly in his head, then his mind began to wander as he thought of MK being all over him.

'Ooh, Red Son your so mighty and powerful~'

'Oh I know I am, Noodle Girl~'

He giggled lovingly in his daze, little hearts swarming. Unknown to him, green lightning is seen following behind him. "What the?" It was when he saw the motorcycle jump into the air that he noticed Mei had caught up to him, causing him to gasp.

Mei grins, pulling out her dragon sword. She lands in front of him, making the fire demon growl in frustration. "Can't you and your little peasant friends let me plot in peace just one time?!"

Mei lowers down her hologram, removing her helmet, before giggling as she turns to Red Son "Oooh, Red flames are so cool! Wanna see some green ones!" She grinned.

"Say What?"

With that, Mei cranks the gas as she zips around the truck. Far behind her, MK swung on her staff when she noticed Mei and Red Son. She loses her balance on the staff, nearly falling until the staff stopped, flinging her into the air.

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"Stop moving around!" He shouted in frustration.

"Does it get boring? us beating you all the time?" Mei taunted, getting closer to the truck. "You know we're gonna get that key back, right?"

Red Son growls in frustration, his hair and eyes bursting into flames as he jabs into the panel, slamming his foot on the gas. He swerves the truck to face Mei, descending himself down as the truck shifts, the top flying off.

"Whoa!" She cried, she swerves, dodging the top and cranks the gas, jumping off the bike. She swung her sword, cutting through the parts, landing on the ground.

"Ha! So long, dragon horse girl!" The fire prince laughs, looking over his shoulder. "Here's a tip. Next time, pick one animal and-" His words are cut short, as MK appears above him, crushing the fire demon with her staff.

Red Son grunts, tumbling and rolling to the ground, dropping the key. MK lands in front of him, picking the key up.

"So, looks like you've reached the end of the line, Red Son. What the heck were you even gonna do with this thing, anyway?" MK asked, eyeing the key.

"Why spoil the surprise?" A female voice said. Mei and MK turned to see Princess Iron Fan appear, smirking. "Now, hand the key over and stop wasting our time."

Mei and Mk shared a smirk, charging at her. Princess Iron Fan smirked, blocking Mk's staff with her fan as Mei tried to swipe at her from behind, but she easily dodged it. Mk tried to kick at her but she used her fan to push him away. The three kept clashing, until Princess Iron Fan used her fan to pick Mei and MK up, throwing them across the street and into a building.

Red Son quickly got up, grabbing the fallen key. "Come along, Red Son. We have things to do." Princess Iron Fan ordered.

"Thanks for the key, ladies!" Red Son exclaimed. The wind demoness facepalms at her son's childishness, the winds covering their forms, as they disappear into the sky.

Mei groans, sitting up and looking around. "Did they get away with the key?!" sliding off the building, MK fell face first into the pavement with a groan, sitting up.

"Yeah, But what I can't figure out is, why?" She wondered.

"You know, I'm beginning to think that a key that can open any door is sounding incredibly dangerous, we have to keep our guard up." Mei said.

"Something tells me that you're absolutely right Mei."

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Back at the Flaming Foundry, Demon Bull King holds the key in hand. The key shifts, inserting itself into the lock with a twist. The tomb unlocks, cracks of blue light appearing. There was a powerful gust of wind, knocking back Red Son. The doors of the tomb open, as mist filters out. Red Son gulps, slowly walking into the tomb.

"Bones? I-it's just....bones?" Red son gasps, a chill rolling down his spine, kicking his leg. He looked down to hear hissing and tried desperately to kick off whatever was on his leg. Both Princess Iron Fan and Red son turned when they heard Demon Bull King laughing. His yellows fade to blue, absorbing the mist surrounding him.

The fallen bull clones suddenly come to life, their eyes glowing blue.

"Freedom!!"

[ygg-yiggles]

Old Art: Inktober 2022, part 2

Continuing on from last time, here's days 16-31. Sorry it took longer to get to than I expected.

Day 16: Fowl More issues with the scanner! Why didn't I just find something to weigh down that edge? Anyway, this one was fun to draw, with a mix of various mircon pens, including brush tip ones for those big, chunky lines. The wings are... less than ideal, but I think the twisting neck of the swan turned out well. The swan is one of those animals that looks beautiful, until it's angry, and then suddenly it's terrifying, with innumerable pseudo-teeth like a mouth full of needles. As October is the month of spooky things, I leaned into that.

Day 17: Salty ...Oh come on, you were doing so well with the scanner, almost perfect in fact, but you went back to the phone camera again? Come on. The look is kind of iffy as well, just like the Crabby one featuring these same two characters. I think the weird face on the mom was intentional, though, in order to match the unintentionally weird look of her previously.

Day 18: Scrape Now there we go, there's a nice, clean scan, and an image I'm proud of. Girl in maid outfit, sharpening her cleaver thing. I think it's a girl, at least. If I recall, some degree of ambiguity was the goal. I did still screw up the hands kind of and made that arm chunkier than I wanted, but making heavy use of grey ink let me actually draw something that would read as black without being pitch black and indiscernible. The hair was drawn with an unknown blue-purple fountain pen ink. Really wish I could remember which one that was.

Day 19: Ponytail More adventures in brush-tip micron pens. This is a redraw/other angle of a character I drew just before Inktober 2022 began, but I don't think I quite captured him in the same way. His legs also ended up weirdly stubby here.

Day 20: Bluff Ahhhghhhhh, bad scan again, and it made key parts of the art blurry. Damn. I should really re-scan this one. At least the image is alright, even if one shadow is distractingly dark. I chose to shade this largely with horizontal lines mostly as an experiment, which I think worked out decently and would have worked better if I had committed even more to it. The subject here is the man from the previous day, standing on the topographic feature called a bluff. The best part of the image, I think, is the way I worked the number and prompt into the river.

Day 21: Bad Dog A grotesque, monstrous creature, vaguely canid, with no skin and spikey bits all over. Bit of hair here and there. Overall, I like it. Don't really have much else to say.

Day 22: Heist This anatomy sucks but I drew it quickly, more quickly than something that took up this much of the page normally would. Evidently, I even managed to get it to scan properly! This is not meant to be any character in particular, by the way.

Day 23: Booger You ever just sneeze out an entire slimegirl? I like several things about this, from the way I was able to give the look of transparency to how swollen the sick man's face looks. I'm sure I've drawn plenty better, but I do quite like this one, gross as it is.

Day 24: Fairy Call me old fashioned, but personally I believe fairies should be nude. Well, okay, Touhou Project fairies do really well with big poofy dresses or even american flag pattern spandex, but other than that, keep 'em naked.

Day 25: Tempting All across the Halloween-observing world (i.e. the United States and not much of anywhere else), children are asked to simply not touch a bowl full of candy, sitting out for anywhere from the day leading up to trick-or-treating to all month long. Imagine! Here, we see a child eyeing up a brass bowl full of all sorts of treats. The temptation is palpable.

Day 26: Ego Max Stirner, father of Individualist Egoism, wields an AK, wearing a shirt with torn-off sleeves, with a waifish girl clutching his chest. Need I say more?

Day 27: Snack Another kind of goofy one from a perspective sense and I could have afforded to put more pink on that pig in the front. However, I'm overall happy with the chonky dragon design. Hog after hog has gone down his gullet, and now he looks a little like one himself.

Day 28: Camp I enjoy making recurring characters that exist only for each Inktober. As it turns out the girl(?) from Scrape and the guy from Ponytail and Bluff are either an item or good friends. And hey, look, that cleaver works as an axe to gather and split firewood! I did better with the treeline here than I normally do when I try to draw such a thing. Plenty of room for improvement still. At least this one has a decent amount of color.

Day 29: Uh-Oh Due to the ancient subject matter, I chose to use entirely brown tones to give this one a sepia look. The ancients had cats, and by all accounts I've ever read, their behavior has not changed a bit throughout the entire course of the history of feline domestication. Here, we see a cat which has located a bucket of something, left carelessly on a ledge. Below, a just minding his own business is about to have a bad day. Is this scene Roman? Greek? Something else? I don't know, but it's ancient something somewhere somewhen, or maybe even pure fantasy. No matter the circumstance, no matter the time or place or plane of existence, cats will cause problems on purpose.

Day 30: Gear An amorphous creature with a gear incorporated into its body and other gear around its gaping maw. It is an uneven, asymmetric, shambling beast. One of its hands is even beginning to turn gear-like, with gear teeth on the back side of each digit. I think the best part of this piece is the mouth. Gear piece here were colored with Diamine Ancient Copper ink.

Day 30 31: Farm Oops. This one was rough because I was busy all day and couldn't think of the perfect thing to draw for the entire day up until the evening, when I suddenly chose to embark on a pumpkin field... Or a jack-o-lantern field, rather. They're naturally like that, at least on Halloween. For something I rushed at the end of the day, I honestly don't think it looks half bad, and I'm glad I actually made it full color, even if the coloring is sloppy. Not that any other days were much less sloppy. And yes, I did write 30 there instead of 31. I didn't notice until the next morning. Here, I've put a transparent white square and a yellow numeral "1" on top of it, to correct the day while retaining a legacy of my error

...And that's all. I'll be participating in Inktober again this year, but that's not for a few more months. Stay tuned until then, as I'll be posting newer art as well as more compilations and commentary on my older work, including previous years of Inktober. And, thanks for reading.

[raayllum]

claudia & terry’s first meeting. also on ao3

At some point, Claudia bites the bullet and accepts she has to go to the nearby town. She doesn’t want to — the dark magic spell she’s cast only keeps her dad’s body preserved, not protected. What if some animal like a banther lumbers into the cave they’re in and finds his body and—

Claudia shuts her eyes, the hunger pangs making her dizzy. But foraging hasn’t been enough for a few days now, for anything other than the spell required to keep the body from decomposing, and if she dies from hunger, no one will be here to look after Viren. Or her. His creepy little bug pal is certainly no helping, eating smaller insects from the walls.

“I’ll be back,” she says, and kisses Viren’s cool forehead before she leaves, anxiously wringing her hands. She uses them to braid her hair instead, so she’ll look at little less like a girl hiding her father’s corpse, muttering her calming mantra under her breath. There’s no synonym for cinnamon... 

She peels off the bracelets under the frayed edges of her black sleeves that are almost never visible, anyway, and uses them to purchase a hot meal at the first decently shady looking tavern she sees. She’s ravenous, taste buds bursting with relief, she doesn’t care how deranged she looks. Only when she tastes salt and realizes she’s crying, a little, into her food.

It’s been a little over a month and he’s still... and she’s still no closer to finding  any of the ingredients his creepy bug pal says she’ll need to bring him back. What is she going to do?

“Excuse me, uh, miss?” Elven accent, belonging to a lean Earthblood elf with swoopy, vaguely spikey green hair. Bespectacled and vaguely cute, her brain registers. He takes a tentative seat on the bar stool next to her. “Are you uh, alright?”

And maybe she should have her guard up, as a girl alone in a strange land, but he’s so earnest and awkward — and honestly, maybe, reminds her a little of Callum before he got all judgy and secretive — that Claudia’s shoulders slump. She wipes at her eyes and gives a mirthless smile.

“No!” she admits, perhaps more louder that necessary, but the elf boy just smiles a bit, like he likes that she’s loud and honest.

He flags the bartender down and gets a cup of something watery and green she doesn’t recognize. “I’ll buy you another drink, then,” he says. “Copper for your thoughts?”

“Thoughts,” she reiterates, wagging her cup at him. “Only.” She can still handle herself after all.

He chuckles and holds up his hands. “O’ course.” He thanks the bartender when he gets his drink and forks over a copper coin to get her another water. Then he takes a sip and settles in, one long, four-fingered hand resting on his cheek as he raises his eyebrows. “Sounds like you got a lot of ‘em.”

Claudia smiles thinly, but genuinely. “Well...”

She hides the details, pretending that her father is sick instead of dead, that her brother is absent instead of a traitor, that she’s a particularly gifted herbalist instead of a dark mage. He doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t ask her what she’s doing in Xadia as a human and alone. Just chimes into the silence when her second water arrives that his name is Terry, and he doesn’t ask for hers.

They walk out out of the bar together once almost everyone has left. The sun rises earlier here, the sky already turning from black to indigo.

“So,” Terry says, hands in his pockets. He glances side long at her. “Where’s the body?”

Claudia looks at him, startled. Her snake bracelet itches on her wrist. “What?”

He just smiles like it’s a perfectly fucking normal thing to ask someone. “Oh come on, you think I don’t know the signs of a necromancer? Not many around these parts, but Earthbloods can always tell. And with that big battle just a few weeks ago?” He raises his eyebrows at her. “And, no offense, but you are a human in Xadia. So?”

“So what?” Claudia says.

“Well, I know a guy—”

“I’m not trying to get rid of a body,” she blurts. 

“Well,” he considers, “that’s a bit of a relief.”

“I’m—” Her throat is too tight. It’s a struggle to get the words out. “I’m trying...”

Terry hums and nods. “Lost someone in that big battle?” he guesses, face open.

She nods, her bottom lip trembling. She kind of wants to cry again. 

“Meet me back here tomorrow,” he says. “I have a herb I use in gardens. It might help with the rotting.”

Claudia sniffles. “Why are you being so nice to me?” she says.

“Because you’re alone,” he replies. Then, a bit more bashfully, “And cute.”

Then she does the most absurd thing in the world: she smiles. Claudia quickly reels it back in, steepling her fingers together and stretching them out. Playing it cool. “And... how do I know I can trust you?”

He smiles at her again, lopsided and easy. Then he takes out a coin and tosses it to her, a glinting copper piece. “For your thoughts,” he says. “You can give it back to me tomorrow.”

Claudia cradles it to her chest, smiling again as he walks away backwards, so he can still look at her. “Okay.” Then, once he’s finally turned around, she calls, “Oh, and Terry?”

He turns back, eyebrows raised. She waves at him, spying him through the dark street, his form illuminated by one of the few street lamps. It feels like a sign.

“My name is Claudia!”

[wickedgamesoyaoya]

❧ 19. partner 

❧ Masterlist - Previous - Next

❧ A/N: so for clarification purposes: since Kaede’s party it has been roughly three and a half weeks!

“What is wrong with me?”

A grunt sounded within Iwaizumi’s throat as the tips of his fingers brushed against the location your lips had graced just moments prior. When the distance between you two had closed, the field of colour that animated his world had heightened to a blinding intensity. The excitement brewing inside of his stomach had him struggling to find an adequate response to your bold gesture. Ultimately, his parting address contained only three words –

“Yeah, you too.”

A puzzled expression had etched into your features, although you were prompt to shake it off with a laugh. And even as you climbed into your car, and offered him a proper farewell, the embarrassment lacing into the pot of emotions had him tongue tied. But as soon as your car pulled away, he was seconds from launching a punch into his own face.

“Idiot.”

He mumbled the curse lowly to himself, as he began his journey to the opposite side of the parking lot, which was conveniently where he parked his own car. It was at this time that he noticed how lonely it was without your presence and how deeply he missed having a companion.

Truthfully, Iwaizumi Hajime had a lot of love to give. The problem was he seemed to always give it to the wrong person.

This time it would be different, though. He was no longer interested in a love that consumed him, as it would only later shatter him from within. Those he loved in the past had souls that burned with an uncontrollable flame, it was no surprise that he was only left burnt in the end. And he should be afraid of getting hurt once more, but when his hand was in yours, it was merely warm. A temperature that he would oddly define as perfect.

You were not burning; it was he who was inflamed.

“Yo, spikey.”

The poetry recital drew to an end as Iwaizumi was forced out of his thoughts and back into reality. Set dead straight ahead of him was the same individual from before – Seto Daiki. Intuitively, the athletic trainer had straightened his posture as his eyelids fell into slits.

“I know you’re not talking to me. At least not like that.” Now that you were not around, Iwaizumi had no reason to maintain his composure. “Are you trying to pick a fight?”

Daiki spat out a half-suppressed laugh in response. It was an unnatural sound since there was nothing humorous about his question. Then the sound collapsed abruptly and all that remained was a mocking smirk draped across his mouth. “Nah. I tried that last time and it didn’t exactly work. Yeah, I sent the poor sucker to the hospital for trying to get my girl.” Lifting his shoulders into a limp shrug, he exhaled an artificial sigh to add to his theatrics. “I guess you can call me a bit possessive.”

The candid response was not what Iwaizumi was prepared for. And despite Daiki’s denial, he found himself curling his fingers into his palm. “You ever hear of therapy? Cause you sound like you have some real issues.”

“Oh, I tried that. And that’s why I won’t hurt you. At least not physically.” Raking his fingers through his hair, Daiki gave a little wiggle to his brows. “I’m not going to do anything. I’ll let you screw this up all on your own. And when you do, I’ll be her knight in shining armour. Sweeping her away from the boyfriend still in love with his ex.”

The atmosphere had shifted once Daiki vocalized his plan, it slowly became heavier and heavier. What startled Iwaizumi the most was not the threat in itself. The issue was that Daiki’s pronouncement had sounded far more like a prophesy rather than a promise.

“Good luck with that plan of yours. You’ll be waiting forever because I’m not screwing this up.” Regardless of his underlying emotions, Iwaizumi refused to provide the jester the satisfaction of having the final word. Reaching forward, he cracked his knuckles then presented a wry smile.

“Now, I’d suggest you get out of here. Because you may be done with fighting, but I wouldn’t mind kicking some sense into you.”

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[kakiwrites]

your first and last gamble

Genre: fluff

A katsuki bakugo x reader

A kakegurui AU!

Synopsis: you were the new student in Hyakkaou private academy and bakugo begrudgingly volunteered to teach you the ins and outs of this gambling school. What happens when a small and harmless game turns into your first gamble with your new tour guide no less? More importantly, what happens if you lose?

a/n: hey guys! So I just finished the live action version of kakegurui and I was so inspired to write this as soon as I finished it! I'm currently going to start the manga as well (because I cannot handle the anime-) anyway, hope you guys enjoy this!

Play a game they said, it would be fun they said.

This was definitely a waste of money, your dignity was definitely going down the drain at this point.

Why did you choose to move to this school, you don't even remember anymore. It's only your first day yet you already gambled your allowance, to your new friend group, no less.

How did it come to this exactly?

Your parents insisted you move to hyakkaou private academy the moment they found out about it. "this will be a great learning environment for you, especially since you're the heir to the company." your father said before handed you your new red uniform and shoving you into the car to head back home and get ready for your first day.

You were clueless as to what they do at this school. All you know was that this school was filled to the brim with filthy rich students. What you didn't know was how they spent their money.

They spent it all on Gambling.

You were introduced by your new teacher that sat you down besides a blonde, spikey-haired boy who only scowled at you. You felt welcomed already.

"bakugo, please help (y/n) to adjust to this environment. Show her around campus." the teacher said, causing the same boy to shoot up from his seat. He looked angrier than before.

"no way in hell I'm touring the new kid around!"

His words fell on deaf ears and he was forced to bring you around with his group as he toured you around during your lunch break. For the most part, they were nice and very welcoming. The pink-haired girl, Mina, took a very good liking to you. There was also the red-haired by named kirishima, the dunce named denki and the seemingly kind boy named sero. Finally, there was their leader, Bakugo.

Your chatter was almost immediately broken by mocking voices and laughter just down the hallway. Your eyes drifted toward the voices and there you saw students beating down and shoving others who wore some kind of chain around their necks, at the end of it were white tag-like pendants. You squinted to skim through the small words etched into the tags.

noncompliant student: kitty

Noncompliant student: doggy

"house pets. They gambled all their money away and now they're stuck in debt with the student council." Bakugo chimed in. you didn't realize he was standing right beside you. "that's why you shouldn't gamble with idiots you don't know." he scolded, placing his hand on the top of your head to turn your attention back to their group.

"bakubro's right! Playing with people you don't know is a very bad idea." kirishima agreed as he fished into his bag to pull out some wooden blocks.

"you should play with us! We would love to get to know you and how you play when there's a gamble involved!" mina said excitedly as she started to stack the blocks up in a familiar fashion, by the end it formed a tower.

"this is a game we like to call, addition jenga!" denki explained, his hand moved to rest on your shoulder. "we place down a base wager, let's say one hundred thousand, then we'll play like normal jenga but there's a twist! Once you pull a block out and successfully placed it back on top, your wager grows higher, one hundred thousand to two hundred thousand and so on. Whoever causes the tower to fall will have to pay the price of all the wagers combined!" he finished rather eagerly.

The others in the group expressed their excitement. Well, all except bakugo who just leaned in his seat and rolled his eyes at their hummed buzz.

"okay, we start with a wager of fifty thousand then goes up by five, yeah?" sero asked, getting a unanimous yes from the rest of the group. You, on the other hand, hesitated. Fifty thousand? For a game of jenga? Are they crazy? Then again, this is a school that relies on gambles for control and funds. The apple doesn't stray too far from the tree.

so that's how you got to your current predicament.

Everyone's wager was already in the one hundred thousand mark and the blocks were getting harder and harder to get. You can't afford to lose. You were rich but you weren't that loaded.

"beat that losers! I'm on one hundred thousand five hundred" bakugo boasted, causing the rest of the group to turn to your shaking form, anticipating your next move.

Your hand shakily went to a seemingly loose piece. You took a deep breath before swiftly pulling it out. The tower rocked for a moment before it eventually a part of it fell, deeming you the loser.

While the others cheered with glee, you hung your head low, trying to keep your quivering to a minimum.

"h-hey, (y/n)… you'll be okay. You'll be a house pet but you'll be with us." sero tried to console you, awkwardly patting your head with a chuckle.

Kirishima just smiled at you sympathetically. "its alright, (y/n)! Y-you don't have to pay, it's your first time after all-"

"hey! You guys made me your house pet for two weeks all because I lost this game." denki sulked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"n-no it's fine. It was kind of my bad for underestimating how serious this debt thing is about. I'll try to pay my debt as soon as I can." you reassured them. You didn't realize that mina left the table until she came back with one of those chains.

"I'm really sorry, (y/n)… you just have to wear this for the time being." mina said, tucking the white bag into your coat.

"yeah! We have a kitty!" denki teased but before he could bring the others into his shenanigans, bakugo stood up, slamming his hands to garner the attention of his group.

"don't even try to joke around with her new status, dunce face. You were a house pet too." bakugo growled, causing the boy to shrink in his seat, "she can handle being a kitty for a while but I don't want hear anything about it. She's not used to the people yet so at least try to make her feel like she's welcome." he finished before stomping off.

Mina looked back to see that you were almost curled into a ball in thought, your eyes dull as you tried to think of solutions to gain money quick so you won't be treated like house pets on your first week here.

"let me tell you something, (y/n)," Mina said, sitting beside you to pull you in. "everyone here lost to bakugo at some point. We all became house pets before, some more than others." the girl said, looking at denki who groaned in protest. Sero and kirishima chuckled to themselves. "he might look like a bad guy but he's one of the kindest people out there. He cares about us and never mistreated us seriously. We wouldn’t be here if it wasn't for him. We'll treat you like a normal human being, like how bakugo treated us." mina said, patting your back while the boys collectively nodded in agreement.

"well, just, ya know, less mean." denki joked causing everyone to burst into a fit of laughter.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

For the next few days, you saved up your daily allowance to pay back your debt to the student council. Nobody dared to pick on you, not with bakugo and his squad by your side.

If you thought the group were soft, bakugo was on a whole other level, yeah know, in his own way. He was caring and stuck by you when he can. He was always touching you in some way, whether if it was an arm around your shoulder or his grip on your waist. "you're my kitty. If anyone has any right to lay a hand on you, that's supposed to be me." he would always grumble under his breath, blush dusting his cheeks, when you asked.

He also started getting you gifts and even bought you food from the cafeteria despite the hefty price tag. Soon, the group caught on and started shipping you both, which bakugo didn't seem to like it one bit.

Things were going smoothly.

Well, until the incident happened.

You were walking to your next class when someone blocked your way. You looked up from your books to see a smug looking blonde leaning on the wall and blocking your way. You remembered his name was Monoma, a guy in another class but was notorious for picking on house pets when their class rep, kendo, wasn't around.

You gulped, about to turn back with no interaction only to get pushed back into the wall and his arms trapping you on either side. "where you going, little kitty?~ I just wanted to have a little talk with you." he whispered into your ear. God, was this uncomfortable.

"step aside wannabe. Lay one finger on her and you'll be very sorry." growled a familiar voice. You felt your tense figure relax at the sight of bakugo's intimidating stature behind Monoma.

"I would listen to him, If I were you." kirishima warned. Monoma only groaned before he shuffled off, knowing he didn't have a chance against one of the top gamblers.

"you okay, kitty?" mina said, pulling you into her arms with your back pressed against her chest. You smiled and nodded. Bakugo then cleared his throat, catching everyone's attention.

"she isn't a kitty anymore." bakugo said gruffly as he averted his gaze, scratching the back of his neck. You stared at him in anticipation while the others awed by your side. "I… paid for your debt…"

You gasped. No way! That means you weren't a kitty anymore! But… why? Why did he pay for your debt? "…why did you…pay for it?" you asked, your voice near a whisper.

"i-I didn't do it without a price idiot." bakugo raised his voice in embarrassment before he coughed to cover up his blush. You arched your brow and waited for him to continue. "I just need one thing from you." he mumbled. Mina and the others bounced on their toes excitedly. This was the first time they saw bakugo act like this.

He truly cared for you.

"just be mine."

The group started to freak out and squeal. They looked over to you and observed as your smile went from ear to ear, taking bakugo's clammy hands into yours.

"of course I'll be yours."

There was always a first for everything. Your first gamble, your first confession, your first date. It was also the first time you've seen a group of boys cry hysterically together and you got to admit, it was a sight to behold.

And that's all! I think I overdid it maybe a teensy bit- hope you guys enjoy this! Requests are open btw so please don't be shy to leave anything in my inbox! Love you guys 💖💕❤️

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[sansxfuckyou]

last one here

the last fighter had arrived in smash only a while back, the newest fighter was reclusive, only cloud and sephiroth knew the warrior and didnt really divulge to much on the new fighter. some of the smashers where just fine with not knowing others, mainly samus, had attempted to get the two with knowledge drunk enough to tell her, all failed attempts, sephiroth is a heavy drinker and cloud passes out and stays out. pokemon trainer had a more subtle version of earning information with the help of his pokemon, very few managed to return with information and all information retrieved was futile and extremely unhelpful, they learned many things that day. some of the smashers where more or less immature children over it, desperately needing to know, pit being one of them and dark pit being fed the fuck up with pits bullshit.

"come on pittoo!" pit whined as dark pit dragged the light angel across the ground from the new smashers bed room door. "just one look!" he added on.

"no way." dark pit growled out. "if you want to be his friend, then stay on his good side by not checking out his room!" dark pit shouted.

"please...?" pit whined dark pit making his way over to a window.

"if you dont shut the fuck up right now i will drop you." dark pit warned as he dangled the angel out of window, by his wings watching as pit struggled to get back into the building.

"fine! fine! i'll stop, i'll stop!" pit exclaimed. "please just pull me back into the building!" the light angle begged having dark pit smirk before leaning a little over the edge pushing pit further away in the process who shrieked in fear.

"ha! as if." dark pit said. "guess how long the window is your home this time?" dark pit asked coyly.

"this time? an hour." pit sighed, before having dark pit pull him back through the window at an extreme speed.

"an hour!? im not that cruel!" dark pit exclaimed, still keeping a vice grip on pits scarf. "instead im hiding your DS." dark pit said hearing pit groan in defeat.

"not that, you know i need to make sure my villagers dont leave my town!" pit said.

"to bad for you." dark pit said before releasing his grip on pit. "why dont you go chat with link or something." dark pit offered.

"me and him still arent on talking terms pittoo." pit said hearing dark pit growl.

"you know what pit, i wont hide your DS if you stop calling me pitto, if not then your sweet little villagers will be residing in hell." dark pit growled handing pit a death glare that spoke volumes to anyone that it was aimed at.

"but pittoo, palutena gave you that nickname, and if she calls you that then i should to!" pit said attempting to defend himself.

"you know what being called pit two does to me?!" dark pit asked furiously. "self esteem issues jackass!" he added on before pit could answer. "now if youll excuse im going to go and mutilate your copy of animal crossing new leaf." dark pit said as he made his way off.

"please dont!" pit shouted out.

"you know im just going to hide it, i have a soul!" dark pit shouted back.

"now whatll i do...?" pit whined as he made his way back across the hall over to the window, a chilled breeze hitting his face. "least it looks nice out." he thought with a soft smile ruffling his feathers a bit before a tap on his shoulders brought him from his thoughts he turned around rapidly finding someone with relatively spikey brown hair and blue eyes in front of the angel with cloud and sephiroth in the back.

"uh..." was all the person could get out, knowing damn well his 'friends' from final fantasy where fucking him over saying the angel was a female.

"anything i can help you with?" pit asked assuming it couldnt have been the new fighter.

"oh, nothing, my friends just said you where a girl, and decided to make me attempt to flirt with you." the kid said.

"well its pretty clear from the front im a guy." pit said with a soft smile on his face.

"yeah i see that now, cloud and sephiroth are asses from time to time." the kid said with a light chuckle, face tainted pink.

"its working." cloud signed to sephiroth, not wanting to interrupt sora and pit.

"i know." sephiroth signed back.

"wait, sephiroth and cloud are your friends?" pit asked.

"yep." the kid answered with.

"so your the new smasher?!" pit asked in shock that someone so scrawny could be the new fighter.

"thast me! sora from kingodm hearts!" sora answered with a smirk.

"but your so scrawny! no muscle at all!" pit exclaimed.

"you to." sora answered with.

"yeah but, im an angel." pit answered with in defense.

"you are pretty, but how can you expect to stay in this tourney looking so weak." sora said.

"no, im a literal angel, like i can fly with these." pit said as he fanned out his wings.

"o-oh, sorry for calling you pretty then..." sora answered with sheepishly, clearly embarrassed face painted red.

"no, its fine, anyone else attempting to flirt with me over the rest of the newcomers gave up upon seeing i was a dude, so your got more balls than the rest of them." pit said with a light chuckle thinking back on the failed attempt of the rest of them, except for dark pits attempt, the dark one could tell in an instant it was pit and refused altogether.

"right, maybe we could hang out sometime then?" sora asked, lacking in experience in the romance department.

"how does a picnic on the roof sound later on today?" pit offered.

"s-sure, sounds like a plan to me." sora said nervously as pit climbed onto the ledge.

"alright see you then!" pit said as he hopped down and shot up on an air current gliding off into the distance.

THE END?

OR

TO BE CONTINUED?

[breezeinmonochromenight]

I realize i know nothing about final fantasy besides Cloud who has spikey anime hair with a gaint sword and dressed up as a female. Zack who had Cloud's sword at one point i think, he also looks to be like Sephiroth's long lost child, to me at least. And Sephiroth some guy with a giant ass katana who almost every girl wants to sleep with because he's just that type of bad guy and he has wings or one i don't really know. And I think thats about it.

ahdhsjdjd I have no idea if this will help or not, but to add to your thoughts:

Cloud who has spikey anime hair with a gaint sword and dressed up as a female.

All on point and true. Non-anime hair is rare in Final Fantasy. Hell, FFXV has some of the most normal hair in ages, imo, and most of the biggest badasses there straight up have mullets and wear Black Parade uniforms a lot of the time.

Also, Cloud is almost fully salt-powered.

Zack who had Cloud's sword at one point i think,

Also correct. Zack inherited the Buster sword from his mentor when his mentor died, and Cloud inherited it when Zack died.

he also looks to be like Sephiroth's long lost child, to me at least.

I can see it in a way, kinda, since they’re all bishōnen (+ one major character is quite literally just Japanese pop icon Gackt, to boot) and they all kind of have a little bit of anime sameface going on...

...but fwiw, Zack and his mentor are usually the two that most frequently get mistaken as blood relatives (they’re not):

And Sephiroth some guy with a giant ass katana who almost every girl wants to sleep with because he's just that type of bad guy and he has wings or one i don't really know.

It’s just one wing (hence the song being called One-Winged Angel), but this is also true. Which is absolutely hilarious to me for two reasons: 1.) he’s never given me straight and/or “I’m attracted to women/anyone” vibes in general, ever and b.) the version of Sephiroth that ppl obsess over (the evil one with the one wing and the constant smirk and whatnot that you see in non-FF games like Smash) ain’t even the real him. Lol.

The real deal — before his (canon) catastrophic mental breakdown — was a bit stiff and awkward at times, and had like three friends (including Zack and Zack’s mentor), but was ultimately a good person:

Again, no idea if this helps or not at all, but long story short? You pretty much got the right idea/are in the ball park lol.

[queen-of-my-goofball-army]

Ouran High HCs

For the fifteenth birthday of one of my favorite romantic comedies, and the day that I started watching said romantic comedy with my boyfriend who is relatively new to anime it got me thinking about these characters and how wonderfully diverse their personalities are. The show has 100% chaotic energy and I love it so much. I wanted to look at every major character in the host club (Haruhi, Tamaki, Kyoya, Hikaru, my favorite twin Kaoru, Honey-senpai, and of course Mori-senpai.) using all their personalities and make some head-canons for favorite group of crazies!

Haruhi:

- She/they icon, we stan

- Always preferred to wear more masculine clothes growing up, they were less expensive than the feminine ones. Plus she felt more comfortable in a pair of shorts as opposed to a dress.

- A very active child, she was always running around her neighborhood, going to the park and doing things with her dad.

- Her dad taught her everything that she needed to know about makeup once she became a member of the host club.

- She worked a part time job in order to help her dad pay the bills and to get food money.

- She thought that she was arosexual before joining the host club. Despite the confessions that she got in junior high they either went entirely over her head or she told them that she was too focused on her studies for romance at that time. Of course all that changed when she met our favorite blonde haired himbo goofball.

- She did wind up taking the conversational French with the twins and often times they'll slip into it for practice. Of course, Tamaki always understands when they talk shit about him so they just do it to mess with him.

Tamaki (my favorite):

- Bisexual king, honestly I love that for him out here living his best life.

- He didn't have much of a childhood between constantly needing to be there for his mom and make sure that she was healthy and okay. It's why he made the host club in the first place to live out his childhood that he was robbed of.

- Is actually way smarter academically than most people might think. If you were to look at the class grades he's always right behind Kyoya. He dedicates a lot of his free time to studying. He's not inherently stupid, just naive.

- His mom was the one that got him into cosplay by introducing him to the various kinds of fabrics. It stemmed into a personal interest that he could lose himself in and distract himself from the loneliness.

- He practiced flirting on Kyoya back in middle school for the future host club once he had his heart set on it.

Kyoya:

- In the words of the great immortal J Michael Tatum "Kyoya is probably gay". It was something that didn't even occur to me until I watched him do an Ouran panel and then I was like holy shit the king makes a good point.

- While Tamaki was his gay crisis, he quickly realized that he would spend forever pining after him and eventually shelved his feelings. Tamaki was his best friend and that was more important to him than his feelings.

- Kyoya has always been a really keen observer of people's true intentions. He's excellent at reading people and knowing what they want from him. The only people he has never been able to read perfectly are Tamaki, Kaoru, and Haruhi.

- He originally didn't want to be a doctor but he eventually wanted to prove himself so badly that he told his father that he would surpass his expectations no matter how high they were.

- Doing background checks on people is fascinating to him. It's not just for blackmail purposes but he likes learning people's weaknesses. He's also an excellent chess player.

Hikaru:

- The definitive over protective sibling. Anybody hurts Kaoru they will wish that they were dead. Kaoru is the most important person in his life and he would do anything to protect him.

- His tsundere tendencies come from a place of wanting to protect those he loves not out of anger.

- While he is begrudgingly worse at letting in other people once you fight your way through his walls he's actually a really amazing friend and s/o.

- His love of the fashion industry stems more from the model side of things than anything else. He can't design anything of his own to save his life.

- He never cared about any girls in his life before Haruhi came into his. Even though he didn't know how to deal with his feelings she was the first person who ever really showed that she cared about him.

Kaoru (my preferred Hitachiin sib):

- One big gay disaster that is absolutely crushing on Kyoya (I just learned about this ship today and it has stolen my life juice.) To blush when he's working with Hikaru to please the ladies all he has to do is think of Kyoya in his brother's spot.

- Is the far superior designer that can actually make really beautiful clothes. Most of the costumes that are worn by the club are designed by Kaoru.

- His hair is a lot softer than Hikaru's even though it's the same style, hair product and everything. I think that his would be more poofy and Hikaru's more spikey.

- Kaoru has always felt like he had to work harder to be like his brother that when you spend time with him alone at first it will be almost like you're talking to a replica of Hikaru and not a separate entity. At first it's a little bit awkward but once you get him out of his shell you find what a sweet and amazing person he is.

- Kaoru is an incredible skateboarder. He loves the feeling that he gets from the wind in his hair and designed his own skateboard. A lot of his hobbies outside of the club are athletic related causing him to have a more defined body than his brother since Hikaru is basically a cat.

Honey-senpai: - If this boi could make cakes and pastries for a living without the threat of eating them all he would make the best sweets. He knows when something is just the right amount of sweet and when something is too sweet.

- He learned martial arts to be stronger because he knew that people would try to take advantage of him due to his childlike nature.

- Honey had a fight with his grandmother before she passed away over something completely selfish. That is why he is so attached to Usa-chan.

- Him and Mori were always really close, even as children and understand each other better than anybody.

- His constant animosity between him and his younger brother is because he feels like he is constantly being babied due to his personality.

Mori-senpai:

- Mori has autism. He is also selectively mute. I'm sorry I don't make the rules, the show itself gives them to me.

- Looks like a tough guy but in actuality would give the best hugs. I want a Mori hug. Haruhi probably gets the most Mori hugs because he is immensely protective over her.

- Aro-ace baby but gives the best platonic cuddles to any of the club members that are having parental issues.

- While he prefers spicy over sweet he does have a sweet tooth at random times of the day. Has been sighted at a local Cold Stone five minutes before closing in the dead of winter, while it's snowing outside by Kaoru and Kyoya while they were trying to find a place to get warm while out on a date.

- He actually didn't start his athletic endeavors with kendo, he started with ballet and gymnastics when he was really young.

And that's all my head-canons for the day! Happy anniversary to my favorite ridiculous throw everything against the wall and see what sticks to it romantic comedy. I hope that one day we will either get a season two or at this point it would be better to just do a hard reboot. Hoping that one day we will see our boys animated in high definition, even though I feel like an HD Tamaki would definitely kill me.

[bltzgore]

TW: mention broken rib, blood, running, fear

Shoving past tree branches and through bushes that scraped him, he couldn’t feel them. His breathing was rapid and uneven. His body was screaming for oxygen but each deep breath invited fire into his side as it infuriated the doubtlessly broken rib. He didn’t know how long he could run. There wasn’t much longer, his head was pounding and he could feel the edge of his vision trying to pull away. One leg was worse off than the other, he wasn’t quite sure how he was running on it. As just as his brain started to wander to this particular miracle of adrenaline it ceased. 

He tripped or his leg gave, one way or the other he wound up face down in the dirt. He borderline blacked out as his ribcage was taxed. His lungs scrambled to get air back in his chest, and he slowly got his shaking arms under him as he attempted to get back to his feet. His sight blurred for just a second as his head took the opportunity to swim in the excess terror. But as his eyes focused again they reached a set of heavy black boots, one of them mended partially with well maintained metal of some sort.

He took no time to think, he threw himself backwards and started to scramble away. The further back he got the more complete of an image he got. Those boots were worn but feet attached to a set of legs covered by blue jeans slightly worn about the knee. From there it turned to a navy shirt brushed with something black in a few places. The arms that protruded from this torso were strong and marred up. One of the forams was tattooed with a realistically drawn dog snarling with a foaming mouth and crazy eyes. Atop all of that was a face with just as much tan and marring as the arms. In that head there were eyes the color of murk and hair that drained light away rustling like tree branches.

He would have taken this to be a human were it not for the mask. At first glance one might assume it was made of fabric and simply worn for some sort of catastrophic fashion statement but no, that was natural coloring. It was so near to jet black it nearly matched the hair. It was the sharp contrast that made the murky eyes and two little mud colored patches by her eyebrows stand out so much, so brown they glowed. 

He scrambled until his back reached a tree, even then he held up an arm in poor defense of his head. He scrunched one of his eyes shut and waited. For the fist, for the teeth, for the claws, something. But she just knelt down. There was no malice in those eyes, but the carry over fear wouldn’t let him calm just in case. 

“Easy, calm down.” She slowly reached out her hand, gently placing it on his forearm. She was patient, but also strong, and slowly she moved his arm down. She got a much clearer look at the bruises blooming on his face as the clouds made way for the moon. “You had a rough night, huh?” she observed quietly.  

He opened his mouth to answer when a voice rang out from the forest at his back. “Where'd you go, human!!?? You can’t hide!! We can smell ya!” The voice was rife with a feral gratieness to it. 

As soon as it hit his ears the terror came rushing back and he sprang up trying to run again. He made it five steps before he saw the futility of track. A seven-foot chain link fence topped with the customary razor wire stood before him. He almost collapsed against it, trying hard to keep from falling. But even as he reached the ground there was something that wouldn’t let him lie there and wait for his hunters to reach him. Still he tried to crawl. 

“Stop, stop, stop, hey!” she crouched beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder, halting his nonexistent progress. “Calm down, just relax. You’re safe now.”

“They’re. Coming.” He managed. 

“I know,” she hushed him, “But it’s fine now. I’ll handle them.” Her tone turned heavy at the last part. 

Before he could answer she stood and turned away, the rustle of footsteps drawing her attention to the trees. He kept himself propped up on his hands as he tried to avoid taking deep breaths, blood dribbling from his nose and a cut on his forehead. He watched them appear from the cold shadows cast by the trees. Glinting eyes of almost yellow flashing before they emerged. There were four of them, she could smell them and hear their breathing. They hadn’t even tried to hide one of their number in the trees behind them. She mentally marked down their intelligence. The leader of their order seemed to be one with a sort of lanky but not quite twig-like build. There were two that seemed slightly stronger than he, and one who was shorter and was just lurking about the treeline without much effort at being stealthy. Rank and immature coyotes.

Their leader stepped forward with an almost shark-like smile. “Give us back our chew toy.” He ordered. 

A group of kids trying to run wild, but probably running back to mom and dad every time the forest got too dark or their phone ran out of charge. Unlike the purists, these punks’ definition of wild was eating roadkill, wearing loose, dirty clothes, and hanging out in the woods that were just at the edge of the town. She could smell his last meal clearly on his breath. She had to openly keep from wincing at the stench. “Humans aren’t chew toys, and you’re not wild animals. Go home.” She dismissed.  

She could see the fury collecting in their leader’s eyes. “Bitch, you think you can just order us around?” he seethed. “There’s four of us and only one of you! We’ll kill you and take him after!” His teeth flashed in the moonlight, far too long and spikey.  

She didn’t have the energy for this. “I’m going to give you one warning. If you don’t turn and run like an intelligent beast I am going to beat you until you can’t.” 

Self doubt seemed to flash through his eyes before he remembered that his friends were behind him. He couldn’t back out, he didn’t need to back out. He was fighting a girl! He’d crush her! With the burst of confidence he charged forward snarling and swinging.

She glided past his pathetic excuse for a punch. It was wild and untrained. She was sure even he didn’t know where he wanted it to go. Her counter was a strike unleashed like a coiled spring. Her fist collided with his face and she felt the transfer of force. She had to remind herself to hold back. If she went too far she could get into trouble. No broken bones, she reminded herself, and pulled back. She took half a step away and waited for the next attack, but it didn’t come. The coyote leader was holding a hand over his bloody nose. He was scared of her now, he was trying to find enough of a reason to run. Well, why deny him what he was so desperately searching for? 

She lunged and for the first time genuinely flashed her teeth and snarled. A hauntingly inhuman sound. Like a dog’s, but much stronger and much deeper. It shook their bones. Even the air was still for several seconds after, until the leader made the sensible call to run. His lackeys followed suit. 

It wasn’t until they were out of sight that she turned back. He was still leaned over, but a small puddle of blood had collected below his mouth. He looked up with pained but grateful eyes. She knelt back down next to him, “Told you I’d handle them.” 

[im-totally-not-an-alien]

Final Fantasy 7 prompts # 63

1. Time Traveler Cloud was about to deliver the finishing blow, separating the silverettes head from his shoulders when Zack yelled at him to stop.

His blade froze, and it was with a great amount of horror that he realized he didn't stop of his own volition.

Aka both Zack and Cadet Cloud have power over AC Cloud and keep him from killing Sephiroth. They all get dragged to the science department, and the blond is trying his hardest not to shake like a leaf.

2. "Well, the working theory is that you were cut by a mako crystal when you fell in and the spring. The raw mako around you made a genetic copy. Its all very complicated and-"

"Wait! You're telling me I have a clone?" The chocobo Cadet all but squeeked. Reno had to find a better name for this kid.

"Well, actually your DNA sequence seems to have fused with General Sephiroth when he dove in after you."

That did nothing to calm the kid, in fact, it made it worse. "I have a kid?!" The blond dug his fingers into his scalp and Reno absently wondered if that was why the kids hair was so spikey, "With the General?! By Odin, my mother is going to cry!"

3. Time traveler Cloud is treated poorly by any animals he interacts with. It hadn't always been like this. He assumed it was something Hojo did in Nebilheim.

But seeing Zack reject him on sight?

That was the biggest gut punch he'd had in a while.

4. The last thing Zack remembered was Angeal screaming his name and the helicopter getting smaller and smaller as he fell.

He woke with a start, immediately noticing a blond man he didn't recognize curled up on top of him and a group of other people scattered around him in sleeping bags.

"You're awake." A man with a crimson cloak spoke from the darkness of the cave. "Good. Let me wake the others."

5. Cloud was just sitting on top of one of the abandoned buildings in Nebilheim, letting his dark thoughts take him where they wanted to go, when an unexpected person came to speak to him

6. Time Traveler Cloud defeated by Reno with a laser pointer

Reno: No fucking way!

7. Cloud and a Soldier 2nd chatting at the bar and discussing the friends they lost on the battlefield and bonding over the heartbreak

8. Au where Sephiroth didn't throw Cloud away after he got the black materia

9. Post DoC Genesis, Vincent and Cloud leading SOLDIERS into battle and taking over another planet for thier lifestream to crawl into.

The original inhabitants aren't happy, but everyone is desperate enough not to care.

10. Its hard to take Sephiroth seriously when he's surrounded by a bunch of cats vying for his attention and interrupting his monologs

11. Au where Cloud never went on the Nebilheim mission.

A. Nebilheim burned, and Sephiroth escaped with Jenovas head.

B. Zack escaped after a few years and made it to Midgar, meeting up with his flower girl.

C. Zack works as a merc and goes on the bombing mission with AVALANCHE.

D. They meet Cloud at the 2nd reactor bombing. He calls out "Tifa?!" Apon seeing her and takes off his helmet at gunpoint after Barret yelled at him.

E. They never rebuilt Nebilheim and just did a cover up. Cloud never knew the truth until now.

F. Zack lands back into Aeriths church via the roof and she teases him about his inability to use a door

G. He and Aerith wind up with AVALANCHE

H. Trooper Cloud joins AVALANCHE. He feels inadequate, but proves himself to be a man of many talents

I. Barret sympathizing with these two "kids" who also got thier homes destroyed by Shinra

12. ASGZ had lost thier Cloud to Jenovas wrath after Sephiroth had rejected her.

ASGZ destoy Shinra and all is well...until they wind up on a very different version of Gaia and find thier missing C.

Nothing seems to go well for them however, as Cloud rejects them and is guarded by AVALANCHE, a name they were sadly familiar with as they had been enemies with thier worlds AVALANCHE, especially thier leader, Barret.

Zack refused to give up, they'd find some way to find Cloud and talk to him!

This leads the group to basically stalk Cloud until he talks to them. Then and only then do they find out they are in another dimension and have been harassing a practical stranger.

13. AU where Genesis was the one Jenova-fied

Or Angeal. Or even Zack

14. Zack keeps seeing Cloud everywhere he goes. He hasn't told anyone, especially his other boyfriends. What is he even supposed to say? "Haha, Cloud's ghost is stalking me. I guess he just couldn't resist me, huh?"

15. Number 14, but its Genesis and Cloud is the one being stalked.