#that didn't go as anyone expected it

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Soulmates: Izuku Hawks Natsuo. Even I don’t know if I’m looking for platonic or a crack ship.

Natsuo grew up in a world where he wasn’t enough. Just a face in the crowd for his father to occasionally drag out and parade around. He was never allowed his own life. Never allowed to enjoy things and to have fun without worrying about how it affected the family. Even his choice of career had been highly scrutinized by everyone. 

 “Why mental health? Cause of his mother?” Was whispered.

 “A surgeon is a better look.” PR whined at him. Natsuo ignored it all. He doubled down and worked hard. 

 But it was hard. Really hard. More so when… Shouto was aorund. Natsuo tried not to hate his little brother. It wasn’t his fault he was born with the Quirk their father desperately wanted. It wasn’t his fault that Touya had his mental break down, repeating a trauma dump on Natsuo each night that made the younger boy want to go crazy. It wasn’t Shouto’s fault.

 But oh the burn inside of him made it hard not to. He tried to ignore it, tried to temper it. 

 But it felt like a fuse. More so when Shouto came home speaking of Midoriya Izuku. 

 A name Natsuo knew given it was etched onto his skin along with the name Takami Keigo. 

 Now, soulmates weren’t always romantic. Natuso’s mother was soulmates with an aromantic asexual nurse at the hospital she was in. (And there was a reason that Rei hadn’t left yet and oh it burned him as much as Shouto did at times to know that.) But… well there was only a five year gap. Natsuo could wait and see.

 But then Shouto began talking with Fuyumi about how nice and sweet and kind Izuku was. How intelligent. How skilled. It made Natsuo want to rip something apart. His little brother shouldn’t be talking about HIS soulmate like that. All sweet and gentle and soft. Fuyumi seemed to know why Natsuo seemed angry and cautiously pried into Shouto about Izuku’s marks. Given Shouto had his own, some girl he was only friends with apparently, it was easy.

 “They were burned off by a former classmate. It came out on the first day and he got expelled.” The words made Natsuo RAGE. You don’t DO that. It was disgusting. It was horrific.

 His soulmate didn’t know who Natsuo was to him. He was too young and his mother never wrote the names down. Why would she? Burning off a mark… you didn’t do that. 

 Natsuo got the name of the boy and stewed. And stewed. He went to a stupid gala his father said the family had to and boiled in his rage. 

 Then a winged hero appeared by his side, a wrist bared.

 “Hello, I’m Hawks. Or Takami Keigo.”

-0-

 Keigo didn’t talk about the possessive side of himself. The side that gripped and snarled and imagined killing anyone who touched what was his. People were disarmed by his cheerful smiles and ‘lazy’ appearance. They didn’t look further to see more about him. 

 They’d have remembered the raptors also are fellow birds. That they were predators, more dangerous then others.

 Keigo always knew he was a predator. He could dress it up as just being a pretty bird but the truth was much darker then most knew. He was dangerous, and he would kill if anyone touched what was his.

 He lost six handlers before the Commission wised up and stopped trying to force him to give up what was HIS. They worked with him to make sure he got what was his and that he could be a hero for them. They weren’t stupid enough to try and restrict him after he’d ripped out a few throats.

 In another life, perhaps this would haven’t had happened. In another life maybe he’d be more submissive. In this one, Keigo never pushed aside his instincts and wanted. 

 But what he wanted most was his soulmates. They were HIS. His mates, the ones he would never let go. His, his, his! He wouldn’t be like his father, keeping them locked away like the man did to his son and wife. No he’s let them free. But always they would come back.

 He’d make sure of it.

 The Commission told him to wait before claiming them. That it was better to do that rather then try and take what was rightfully his. He was FURIOUS at the idea but grudgingly accepted it after a long conversation with a shrink about ‘bonding young being detrimental’. 

 But as soon as he saw one of HIS soulmates at a gala… all bets were off. He approached right away, and showed the proof. Todoroki Natsuo looked back with a familiar look in his eyes.

 “You know our third?” The white haired man asked in a whisper as a reporter began taking pictures, having seen the reveal. 

 “The kid in UA? I got banned from offering an internship. Said it wouldn’t look good and he is to young for me.” Keigo sneered. Perhaps it was true. Okay yeah it was. The kid was sixteen, he could wait a few more years… that sounded incredibly creepy. He would remove that thought. He wouldn’t interact with the young hero until it was time for them to meet as adults. 

 “His marks were burned off,” Natsuo breathed. “He doesn’t know. I did get the name of the brat who did it. Who still got into UA and then attacked our soulmate before being expelled.”

 A fury burned in Keigo as he smiled at the camera. He accidentally revealed his other wrist as he put a hand on Natuso’s shoulder.

 “What’s the name?”

-0-

 The next morning Izuku was staring at the paper that showed Hawks, the Hawks, alongside Todoroki Natsuo after being revealed as soulmates. Another name was noted though, one that everyone could see.

 Midoriya Izuku. 

 Izuku had already demanded to know why Todoroki didn’t tell him and he wasn’t to sure if he believed the claim that the red and white boy had never seen his brother’s marks. He’d seen the look the boy gave him from time to time after all.

 Though perhaps it was unfair. Izuku didn’t know. All he knew was that the burns on his wrists ached from where there had once been names. 

 He studied the photo again before sighing. He’d meet them as an adult probably. Or in passing. Their age gap wasn’t enough of one to be branded platonic off the bat but spending time now wouldn’t be the greatest idea. 

 He pulled out his phone to look at the article sent by his mother. Bakugou, his old bully and the guy who’d burned off his names as kids because ‘Quirkless Dekus don’t deserve soulmates’ had been murdered. Apparently after being expelled from UA, he’d gone vigilante and bit off more then he could chew, his throat ripped out by some villain.

 Izuku didn’t know what to think of that either honestly but put it aside. His soulmates were more important.

[lazylittledragon]

ok i swear i'm not going to talk about my breakup forever but the thing that just keeps bothering me:

i know that not getting what you need in a relationship is a COMPLETELY valid reason to end it but also. i feel like having a very vulnerable moment where i opened up about my struggles with intimacy and being relieved that i didn't have to keep doing things i wasn't comfortable with, then being dumped a YEAR later because of my lack of intimacy. is something i should be allowed to be very hurt by???

[juiche]

I recently went to the Romeo and Juliet play starring Tom Holland … there was a lot of crying :') This scene struck me especially and felt like a slap across the face, so I wanted to try and capture it! 🥹

get a print

[c0smicdaisy]

DNP saying thank you & goodbye to the meet & greet people, Berlin 08.09.24

[anlian-aishang]

Levi with an (Episodically) Depressed S/O

Tags: levi x reader, angst, hurt-comfort, gn!reader Word count: 900

Levi invites you to shower with him, making the obstacle less daunting and much more attractive. In his black robe, leaning on your bedroom door, two towels slung over his arm indicate the knowledge that you will say yes and accompany him. The way that he looks, the low plea in his voice, how could you say no? 

It would be more accurate to say that he was bathing you, but he does not phrase it that way. Instead, he is humble, letting his actions speak louder than words. He does not tell you that he will shampoo your matted hair, does not flaunt how deliberately he exfoliates your limbs, he just does them for you. Some days, even just tipping the bottle or pumping some soap into your hand can seem mountainous. On those days, he sees those activities not as tasks, but as privileges. It is his honor to be the one looking after you in your most dire time. He would always prefer someone to take care of rather than someone to miss. 

Showering together not only ensures that you stay clean, but his company prevents you from those timeless sessions sat on the tile floor. At the moment you look refreshed but before you become sleepy, he jerks the handle to the left and halts the devastatingly relaxing rain. 

Always, your clean clothes are already folded atop the bathroom counter, waiting for you. Some times, you fail to remember that you did not put them there. Other times, you notice the sign of his relentless consideration, but are artificially silenced from expressing your gratitude. No matter in his mind. You are clean, clothed, and out of bed, and that’s already better than you were before. 

Without one complaint, Levi scoops your dampened towel and old clothes from the wet bathroom floor and drops them in the hamper for you. He has seen the piles that can amass, and if it were anyone else in any other circumstance, the clean freak would be quick to chastise, but any sight or thought of you disintegrates any instinct to discipline. You are sat in the living room, admiring the ivy that swirls around the balcony’s posts, thumbing the petals of the bouquet vased on the coffee table. White-gold rays move just a tad west to cast your figure in therapeutic light. You’re too tired to move away from the sun, and for once, Levi finds your fatigue favorable. As the morning temperature rises, he can see that your resting smile does as well. 

While you are entranced with the scenes of summer, Levi swiftly searches for and alleviates the areas you have left neglected. He dumps your sock drawer upside down and mends the pairs that you have discarded as singles. In your closet, he finds the clean pile and dirty pile and either folds it or washes it accordingly. Under your bed, on your nightstand, in your bedside drawer, he discovers the dirty dishes that have been missing the sink and returns them to their proper place. 

Between those tasks, he rolls his shoulders back or rubs the side of his neck and allows himself to sigh. It is difficult - not to bandage these tiny wounds - but to see the harsh bruises left by the illness. Sure, you were forgetful, and not quite as tidy as he was, but still - the mounds of laundry, hidden dirty dishes - this wasn’t like you. Levi lives for your joy - not the superficial smile, your peace - not the misleading silence. He lives for you - in sickness and in health. The times you forget your worth, that is when he whispers it in your ear. When the world is overwhelming you, he lets his touch communicate it. 

Once your space is in order, he can start to work on getting you to leave it. Rather than annoying reminders or obligations, he mindfully manipulates the steps of treatment into desirable invitations. Rather than Do you want to… or Would you like to…, his proposals are statements, taking the responsibility out of your hands. Concerts in the park this afternoon. Let’s go to the farmers market. Apple orchard just opened.

Or even less far away. 

Plants look thirsty, water them with me? Rain just cleared, read on the porch with me? Full moon tonight, stargaze with me?

To you, with me frames the activities, frames your presence as favors for him, and even in your lowest state, you are always keen to help him with anything. To Levi, it is no framing, your relationship is the greatest gift that fate has bestowed on him, and he treats you as such. It is in his selfless actions and his careful words, but it is more than that, traits you can’t quite categorize. The near flat, subtle smile you wake up to in the morning. The tight yet painless combs through your hair that leave you feeling divine. The low, calming timbre of his voice, decorated with a tender tone that he reserves for you. 

Even before the haze you’re in now, you’ve never been able to label those qualities of his, and instead settled: it’s just who he is. 

Like the sentiment that motivates his care: it’s what you deserve. 

// masterlist //

[kayleerowena]

🏚️ haunted house commissions are back! 🏚️

is your house (or apartment, or rv, or a house you really like from down the street, or a house from a story) haunted? do you wish it was? for a small fee, i'll put ghosts in it for you!

i'm trying out a google form for commissions this time around rather than a first-come-first-serve model. this form will be open for a limited time. probably till around the end of may. i'll have a handful of commission slots to begin with, and i'll pull from the form response pool once more slots start opening up.

want a haunted house? fill out the form here! (reblogs are super appreciated to spread the word! 🫀)

[specialized-rexan]

MUST POST

MUST SHARE

MY BROTHER GOT ME THE BIRTHDAY CAKE I'D HOPED FOR AND EVEN WENT FURTHER THAN MY IMAGINATION:

HE USED DUCKY CANDLES

("LUCIFER WITH DUCK" IMAGE FROM THIS POST)

[brandoncarlo]

hold on. i fucking love that the NHL banned the use of colored tape including pride tape. everyone went "this is outrageous how could the nhl do this!" and amongst all the allies, only one guy thought to go "hmm what if i just used it anyway." and the NHL immediately went, "fine you win." like so many guys acted like it was this horrendous thing and used it to speak about "doing work off the ice as well." but it took travis dermott just going, what's the nhl gonna do? fire me? ONE TIME. and the NHL back tracked.

[wreckedhoney]

MASSIVE SPOILER for one of the endings.

it's been a while since i tried looking, but i did hear that something like this happens last year and over time started to think, "was it a fluke?" bc no one posted footage or caps of it then, and i aimed for a completionist run in my first playthrough. turns out it's real! and definitely shines a new light on a character that, for most other types of playthroughs, will not give this much emotion! EDIT: transcript now included, and some stillshots under the cut

[0:28] Marie: Henry, this is the man who kept you from doing the right thing tonight. Kill him. [0:15] Forrest: Henry, you don’t have to do this. If you’ve not killed anyone yet, there’s still time to make the right decision. [0:05] Out of shot: (Gunshots) Henderson Police! Freeze! Marie: No! Henry, get out of there!

[oneluckydragon]

They didn't have to try very hard to win him over.

[korrasamibottles]

Greater Celandine flower drawn with colored pencil and ink I made from the plant itself!!

[babybirbb]

Just started watching suits recently and was wondering if you had any good fic recs, particularly AUs. The nature of the show really lends itself to Selkie fics imo but also I just love selkies

anon i need you to know that as soon as i saw your ask i immediately went scouring through the AU tag on ao3. i’m not gonna lie, i'm not usually an AU reader but i wanted to challenge myself to provide some recs as unbiasedly as possible.

at first observation, i noticed a lot of the AU fics were still in some way canon (divergent and adjacent)-- usually splitting off somewhere along the show or a situation where Mike or Harvey is still a lawyer, while the other was not. i will say i skipped over smut-based (omegaverse, bdsm) and lengthy fics (under 20k is nothing, anything more than 50k is pushing it for me) cause i just did not have the brainpower to even try to get through them :/

so of course the ones i ended up liking were mostly canon divergent/adjacent but i tried my best to get you something different. what i managed to dig up for you is under the cut and i really hope you like them anon (also fyi these are all pretty much marvey fics, hope that's okay!) <3 also thanks so much for the ask! i enjoyed this little scavenger hunt haha!

As the World Caves In by SupernaturalIdjit16 | Mature - Zombie Apocalypse, Warning for the usual triggers that come with zombie apocalypse. It’s not a complete work but it literally got updated today!

Here at the end of all things by tattooedsiren | Explicit - Apocalypse, Hurt/Comfort, Mike and Harvey protecting each other, Mike does shoot someone and goes a bit into the psychological aftermath, light smut towards the end

The Haunting of Penthouse B by Skara_Brae | Teen+ - Supernatural Elements, Happy ending, Mike’s a ghost…or is he?

Meet Me at Midnight by butdaddyilovehim | Teen+ - Superheroes/Superpowers, Protective Harvey, he's also Batman…need i say more?

Complications by LearnedFoot | Teen+ - Canon divergence, Fake/pretend relationship, Harvey decides not to hire Mike, instead asks for his help to spite Jessica, of course they end up falling in love

The Touch by FrivolousSuits | Teen+ - Magic, Angst, Soulmate inspired, it’s also from Donna’s pov which was super fun and interesting, as was the nature of the magic

TBR list:

Wear My Name by Lunarflare14 (Teen+) and whatever the question by tattooedsiren (Explicit) - These are both Fake/Pretend relationship AUs based/inspired by The Proposal movie! (a very good movie imo)

The Game by FrivolousSuits | Teen+ - It’s a Hunger Games AU so i am intrigued, just haven't gotten around to reading it yet

Ocean Dream by Blue_Five | Mature - i apologize for being unable to provide you with a selkie fic so the best i could do was the incomplete merperson au... i hope it's enjoyable...😅

[kindahoping4forever]

Ashton performing with Eternity Speedway @ Desert 5 Spot LA - 11 April 2024

[veersnz]

Guess who's officially entering university in a couple of weeks 🥹

[nocturnalazure]

[irafuwas]

i don't know why, but in the sparse five hours of sleep i got last night, my brain decided to plague me with dreams of lilia taking care of an elderly silver, up until the final moments of his life. i could hear silver's thoughts the whole time, and he was so absolutely inundated with shame and guilt it almost seemed like he was suffocating. he kept thinking over and over and over again that this all should've been the other way around. he should've been the one looking after his father in the twilight of his life. he should've been his aging father's rock, his safe place to land, his stalwart defender against a world so unbelievably cruel to its most vulnerable denizens. again and again his heart cried out in vain, it should've been the other way around.

as a child he had once wished - prayed, even, to the same force now threatening to reclaim his spirit back into its unconscious designs - for his father to live a long and prosperous life, and it was as though that very wish had backfired on him in a way he never could have possibly imagined