#tysm for the request! i had a lot of fun streaming this and chatting <3

[leavingautumn13]

Art request: Glory and Chase, I wish they could have met in-game

me too. i think together they'd be unstoppable

[nilolol30]

Hi l was thinking about if u could write platonic headcanons of MK ,mei, Sandy, pigsy & tang( they are my comfort found family) with a reader who is an animal shapeshifter!

Tysm!!!!

Yup but first please read my rules my character limit it 3 to 4 and I don't write for Pigsy and Sandy just yet but when I do feel free to request them again.

He's so excited to have a sibling doesn't matter you guys aren't related he's your brother now.

Actually wants to train with you, he's still learning about shapeshifting in return he teaches you other things he learned.

Sometimes he shrinks down when you're shifted into a small animal like a cat he'd ask ride on your back.

He wonders if you can shift just one part of you body like he could but doesn't bring it up due to the hand puppy incident.

You definitely tried to prank him by tuning into a spider and he nearly squished you, both of you agreed to never do that again.

Omg the chaos man, she would be the lil voice in the back of your head telling you to break the law.

She wondered if you could turn into a dragon too but you both agreed to test it when you go back to the desert again so you don't destroy half of the city.

If you struggle with learning to shift her family has a huge library she might be able to find something there or just go straight to her parents and ask.

Once you were a cat and got taken to the pound by accident and she had to pick you up she joked about you needing a tag or something.

You are her streams Co host to help make sure her chats are clean and no creeps or rude people are in, both of you have a lot of fun streaming and doing playthroughs.

He's fanboying man he wonders if you're a certain demon or celestial being but still treats you like his own kid.

If you also need help this dude has years of research under his sleeves.

Likes to tell you all sorts of creatures and beings that can shapeshift too maybe even as bedtime stories in his mind he thinks maybe telling you about others techniques would help you figure out what's best for you.

Will try and bribe you into getting him free noddles maybe you could shift into a small animal and sneak into the kitchen and grab him a bowl hmm?

He does lecture you about being responsible about using your ability even though he's a little hypocritical he means well.

[sunflowerdaisybee]

thank you for answering my question, even if you dont write for other fandoms its fine :)) may i request cc!karl with an s/o who has really broken english and a strong accent? and then one day he brings them onto his stream and some people start making fun of their english and accent and karl's just like >:0 tysm as always, i love your work! -froggy

I love this idea so much but I didn’t want to offend anyone which is why there’s like no dialogue until the end, if it does come off as offensive please tell me so that I can fix it, also I added onto this a bit because I thought it fit well:] <3

Summary: Karl loves you for you, so why can’t his chat do the same

Genre: Tiny angst, mostly fluff

Pairing: Karl X Reader

Pronouns: They/Them

[A/n]: Requests are open! <3

Karl never minded how you spoke or how you pronounced certain words. He understood you well enough to know that you love him and that he loves you. Language was merely a see-through barrier that he was already working his way through.

The two of you would set aside time each week and work on language skills, he would help you with English and you would teach him parts of your native language. It was like a date night except a lot more fun.

It had gotten to the point where some of the words you had taught him had slipped into his pool of everyday lingo, which was quickly picked up by his chat. Upon worming out the info that he had been learning the language from his significant other, they had insisted he brought you on stream.

It was a while before the two of you had both felt comfortable enough to bring you onto stream. You felt you had greatly improved your English language skills and that you would be able to comfortably communicate with Karl's chat.

Sadly though that was necessarily the case. As soon as Karl brought you into screen and you began talking there was a lot of backlash. At first, people thought you were faking it and called you out for being rude, though once you both clarified to the chat that it wasn't a joke, the tides turned a little.

There was a flood of supportive comments talking about how much they loved your accent and how it suited you well. What ruined the mood though was back-to-back dono's from a group of people who were sending in hate comment after hate comment. Karl was quick to have these people banned but that still didn't stop the stinging pain in your chest.

Karl hastily scolded the chat, thanking those who were sweet but continuing to scold those who were on edge. His words to the chat helped your inner hatred some, but it still wasn't enough to completely squash the feeling.

You quickly excused yourself to the bathroom, saying that you would be right back. But after 15 minutes had passed and you still hadn't returned, Karl left to find you. He found you in the bathroom, as you said you would be, except you were staring at your reflection rather than removing bodily waste.

Karl lingered in the doorway for a moment, watching as your critical eyes picked every piece of yourself apart. With no hesitation he came to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

"You know I love you right? And that I love the way you talk and the way you say my name. I love how when you don't know a word you will act it out or try to explain it to me. I love everything about you and everything you do, regardless of what my chat has to say." Karl laid his head on you, which caused his voice to be a bit muffled but you understood him all the same.

"Love you too Karl, best boyfriend of all time."

[kobunnie]

trap

ft. kenma kozume

⤻ summary ; in which you and Kenma set up a nice little trap for your viewers as payback for their shipping and spamming about you two

⤻ word count ; 0.9k

⤻ genre ; fluff

⤻ warnings ; none

⤻ pronouns ; they / them

⤻ request ; Hi! I saw that your requests were open, could I request a timeskip!Kenma X reader where Kenma and the reader are both streamers (or like pro gamers, youtubers, idk) and they make videos often? And they get shipped a lot, and one day they read a fanfic of themselves and how things would go down??? You can be flexible with it, I don’t mind how it goes so let your writing go wild :))) Tysm!

⤻ a/n ; rushed so it kinda sucks tbh :/ but i think it was still fun to write! hopefully you enjoyed it <3

ও enjoy <3

“Kenma talked about me? Well, I think this is a dream come true—I’m totally in love with him,” you teased your viewers, grinning into the camera.

For the past few weeks after Kenma had raided your stream and you’d admitted to being a fan of his, both of your fans had been spamming your chats with ship names and other ridiculous comments. Kenma found it insufferable, you found it hilarious.

Your eyes were on the chat as they freaked out. Most people took the hint and knew you were joking, however others did not.

“Guys, it’s a joke,” you said after getting a donation asking if you and Kenma were dating.

Although you mostly found the situation funny, you could understand Kenma’s point of view. Especially with him being a much larger streamer than you and having more people to judge him. Sometimes, people just didn’t know their place.

Kenma’s user popped up on the screen—he’d donated to you with a message. They’re lying. Period and all.

You couldn’t stop from bursting out into laughter. “Pfff, okay, Kenma. Don’t worry, I believe you.”

Ever since the first time you and Kenma had met—through him raiding you—the two of you became pretty good friends. Suprisingly, even with contrasting personalities, the two if you got along fairly well.

Kenma was a good friend to you, and you enjoyed his company. However, that’s all you two were. Friends. Yes, you were his fan but he wasn’t your whole life. And you weren’t his. It was merely a good friendship. Unfortunately, your guys’s friendship was always being analyzed under the public eye. And the over enthused fans started shipping the two of you nonstop.

Again, you found it hilarious. Kenma found it insufferable. But you could both agree on one thing: it was starting to get out of hand.

Once your stream ended, you opened up discord and messaged Kenma.

You: you saw my stream, right?

Kenma: yeah

You: i have an idea

You: itll be funny but hopefully stop the excessive shipping

Kenma: okay. what is it?

As you told Kenma your plan, you couldn’t help but smile. It was the best thing you’d ever come up with—hilarious, to say the least.

There was also a lot of trust in your plan—well, it was more like a trap, actually. A trap for both of your guys’s followers and subscribers.

The idea was to stop the excessive shipping as it was getting out of hand. However, it was a risky thing to do. It could easily just reinforce the shipping and then what? You’d just encourage everyone more. And that would be horrible.

Kenma: im in.

You: well then i guess its set. see you at the end of the week?

Kenma: yes.

The week passed with more shipping, more tags in posts, and more edited photos. It was starting to become less and less hilarious for you.

When the week finally ended, it seemed as if it couldn’t have come faster.

You exited your house and headed towards the address Kenma had given you. When you arrived, you rang the doorbell. And the door opened, to reveal none other than the man himself: Kenma.

He nodded at you. “Y/N.”

“Kenma.” You smiled. “Are you ready to stop this shipping?”

“Oh, definitely.”

You entered Kenma’s house and followed him to his filming room. There, the two of you set up your trap.

Once everything was set and in place, Kenma started his stream.

“Hey,” he said to the stream.

You entered and grinned into the camera. “Whatsgood?”

Kenma introduced you and you glanced at Kenma then at the chat. The chat was going haywire—wondering if the two of you were there to announce a relationship or something.

“I know you are all freaking out,” you teased, “and it might not be what you want . . . but it is important.”

Kenma turned to you, making that one face he always makes when he doesn’t enjoy something. You grinned. “Kenma and I . . . we are—“ You cut yourself off for dramatic affect. “Reading fanfiction.”

Kenma sighed as the chat filled with confused comments. You pulled your phone out and opened the fics that you had prepared.

“Kenma, would you like to start?”

Kenma reluctantly took your phone and stared at the screen. “‘Y/N and Kenma had a secret relationship. They had—‘“ His face scrunched. “Why?”

You glanced over Kenma’s shoulder and saw what he was looking at. You bursted out into laughter. “Why are you guys so wild?”

Two hours passed of you two reading fanfiction aloud, Kenma mostly being grossed out and you laughing.

At the end of the stream, you and Kenma suddenly grew serious.

“Stop,” Kenma said.

“Don’t ship us,” you continued. “We’re just friends and it’s not fun.”

Kenma sighed. “I’d rather you just enjoy us being friends than trying to force something onto us.”

“Although your fanfictions were extremely funny and lowkey enjoyable, I don’t like seeing myself like that. It almost wasn’t even me,” you admitted. “So please stop.”

“We’re just friends,” you two said in unison.

The chat finally started to dwindle down and calm. People commented on how they hadn’t realized your laughing was more a front and Kenma’s avoidance of the subject was purely out of being uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry’s” flooded the chat.

You grinned at Kenma. “Well, buddy, it seems as if everyone fell right into my trap.”

“Yeah, it was a good plan,” Kenma said. “But don’t call me buddy.”

“Buddy.”

“Shut up.”