#we'll see if i get a random strike of inspiration

[eldritch-nightmare]

Had smth in mind based on those Jeff Headcannons you did,,,,,What about The Doll Maker or Bloody Painter(or both idk I’m indecisive) yandere Headcannons but with a willing reader,,,Thought abt that while listening to Ayesha Erotica, idk how

a/n: your wish is my command. going with the bloody painter since i haven't really written much for him here yet. this one got away from me a bit. sorry if it's messy, but i hope you find enjoyment from it nonetheless <3

yandere bloody painter with a willing s/o.

warnings: gn!reader, yandere content, puppeteer cameo bc why not, crush at first... smile?, reader goes to an art school, reader has some questionable morals, stalking, possessive behavior, murder, blood, breaking and entering, the public nor authorities doesn't know that helen is the bloody painter in this btw, morbid painting, a brief description of gore, idk art so sorry if i describe it incorrectly.

Oh, man. I can see him behaving in two different ways. One is the way he'd behave around you if you were there in his childhood and the other is if he met you after everything happened. For this, we'll focus on how he behaves after everything happened.

Helen is very emotionally reserved and pretty apathetic, to be honest with you. It's very difficult to get close to him. I like to think that you two met while he was getting some more art supplies.

He saw you struggling to pick between two paints and, being the artist that he is, he decided to do something a little nice for once and help you out.

And, a little bit to his surprise, that led to a rather lengthy conversation about art as you detailed to him the art project you were working on and how you really weren't sure what direction you wanted to take it because the prompt given to you didn't give you any ideas.

And as we all know, Helen is nothing if not an artist. So, obviously, he listens to every little detail you provide him and offers some advice that may help you out before you two go your separate ways.

And--

Huh. Why'd his chest suddenly feel all warm at the sight of your smile?

He finds himself drawing your smiling face later, thinking that maybe the warm feeling in his chest was just a random burst of inspiration. I mean, he is an artist after all. Inspiration tends to strike at the most random times.

His dear friend seems to think otherwise.

"Aw, does Helen have a little crush?" -> "If you don't have anything of value to say, then please keep your mouth shut."

He doesn't have a crush on you. Not that he knows what it's like to have a crush, I mean he's never been in love before, but he doesn't. No way.

Then he sees you again, and damn. I guess The Puppeteer was right. He does have a crush. Oh well. He accepts this revelation immediately and comes to terms with this newfound feeling rather quickly.

It's just a small crush, one that he's sure will go away soon. But he's never felt this way before, and the feeling leaves him curious, so he finds himself actively seeking you out.

He doesn't consider it to be stalking at first, just... studying. But then he follows you home one day, and he realizes that maybe these feelings of his aren't as small as he thought they were.

Does he feel bad for stalking you? I think, momentarily, he questions why he's doing this but... he's not a great guy in the first place. He does kill people and use their blood as paint, after all.

And you're aware that someone is watching you. You can feel eyes on you most nights. You should be scared, you know that, but... for some reason, you don't. If anything, you start leaving your blinds open more often.

Helen will sometimes even sketch you while he watches you. The way you hold yourself and the way you move around... it just makes him want to capture every moment he can in his sketchbook. He even briefly considers picking up photography as a hobby the longer he watches you, but he decides to just stick with his own form of art.

But he really likes it when he gets to see you make your own art.

And that's when he breaks into your home for the first time. You were out with some friends, and when you came home, you noticed your door was unlocked. At first, you didn't really think much of it, but when you went to your room, you couldn't help but feel as if something were off.

It took you a while, but you soon discovered that some of your drawings were missing. Thankfully, none of the ones you drew for class were missing.

You had no means of contacting your stalker, which you suppose is a good thing, so instead you just wrote on a piece of paper and taped it to your window.

'Glad you like my drawings.'

And the next day, taped on the outside of your window was a little doodle of a smiley face.

You didn't give this odd relationship much thought, to be honest. You thought it was kinda cute that this random stranger seemed to derive some type of joy from watching you. He hasn't done anything to hurt you, and his intentions don't seem malicious, so you honestly had no problem with it.

Of course, your friends definitely thought it was weird. They think that you need to report your stalker to the police, but you choose to ignore their concerns. You reassure them that if you ever feel as if you're life is in any danger, you'll inform the authorities about what's happening.

So, it goes on like this for a while. Helen would mostly stick to watching you from afar, but sometimes he'd break into your place while you're sleeping just to get a closer look at you. Sometimes, you'll wake up and there will be a drawing of you on your nightstand. You keep those drawings tucked away safely in one of the many empty sketchbooks you own.

Then a... domino effect of sorts took place.

You started going to a new café since it was closer to where you lived and closer to the school you attended. -> There's a cute barista there who always flirts with you whenever you buy a coffee or get yourself a treat. -> You humored their behavior because you thought it was cute, so you would flirt back sometimes. -> It became routine, and a couple weeks into the routine, the barista just up and vanished.

You thought they had quit, but you overheard some of the other employees at the café whispering about how they hadn't heard anything from them.

Something that should have been completely unrelated, you lose your red paint. You can't find it anywhere.

Continuing on with the domino effect, a day or two goes by and you hear on the news that the barista you had been flirting with was found dead in their home, drained dry of their blood. The police believe this to be another victim of The Bloody Painter.

You wouldn't have thought much of it, but then you notice a note taped to your window.

'There's a gift for you in your kitchen.'

And when you went to your kitchen, you saw a container resting on the counter. It wasn't translucent or see-through, so you couldn't see inside of it, but there was another note resting on top of it.

'I saw you were out of red paint, so I got you some more. We should meet up this week and paint together, don't you think? I'd love to see what you can create with this.'

And the note wasn't signed with a smiley face this time. It was signed with a name.

Helen Otis.

You set the note to the side and one quick look inside the container told you that he had given you blood to use as paint.

It didn't take you long to piece together what was going on here. The blood he had given you was no doubt the blood of the barista who had been murdered, which means... your stalker was that serial killer that's been all over the news these past few months.

The person who has been breaking into your home and leaving you those drawings was a serial killer. And he... he trusted you enough to tell you his name?

Holy shit, that's a lot to take in.

You should be panicking. Hell, you should be calling the police to let them know about all of this. You'd be doing the world some good if you did that, and it would save a lot of lives.

But your gaze drifts back to the note, and your mind wanders to all the drawings he's made of you, and... this was just so...

Cute. It felt romantic, even.

He killed a person you had been flirting with and gave you their blood as a gift. That has to be his way of letting you know that you were his.

You didn't even think about what you were going to do. You took the container of blood and you took it to your room. It didn't take you long to set up a tarp on the ground since it was no doubt going to drip onto your floor and you really didn't need blood stains in your carpet.

And you searched up a reference of what you wanted to paint, and you immediately got to work.

Later that night, while you were sleeping peacefully in your bed, Helen was breaking into your home for the nth time.

The reason why is because you had left a note for him to see on your window, one that had certainly caught his attention.

There's a gift for you in the kitchen.

You've never left him a gift before, so his curiosity was certainly piqued.

He made sure to be quiet as he made his way to your kitchen, not wanting to wake you up. He wasn't ready to meet you. Not yet.

When he gets to your kitchen, he certainly wasn't really expecting to see a canvas resting on the counter, a white sheet covering whatever was painted on it. A sticky note was placed on the sheet as well, and Helen stepped closer to it to read it.

This is what it looked like, right?

p.s. I'm willing to take you up on that offer.

And on the corner of the sticky note, there was a small smiley face doodle. How cute.

With the note read, Helen wasted no time carefully removing the sheet from the canvas, a subtle excitement coursing through his veins.

And... oh. Oh, you're as fucked up as him, aren't you?

What he sees is a downright devastatingly beautiful piece of work.

The painting was completely done with just the blood he had given you, with a few pencil marks for shading, and it depicted the murder he had committed just a few days prior.

He imagines that it was rather easy to find a photo of the crime scene online, but you were somehow able to capture the scene perfectly and you weren't ever there.

From the way the body was hanging upside down from the ceiling, a few buckets underneath it to collect the blood dripping from it. The way lifeless look in their eyes that you had done with a pencil... the gashes all over their body...

You had passed the test he had set up for you.

He took this as a sign of acceptance. A sign that you wanted to be his. You wouldn't keep the blood and make such a masterpiece with it if you didn't, right?

A slight smile formed on his face at the thought, and he stood there and admired the art you had made for him.

Hmm... maybe he'll stick around until you wake up...

[hedgehog-moss]

Here are the donkey news I promised :) You'd think spring would be Pirlouit's favourite time of the year, what with all the delicious new grass, but it's the time when he feels the most persecuted, because he can tell I'm doing everything I can to prevent him from eating said grass.

It's just too rich a diet for him... Last year I tried making him wear a Hannibal Lecter mask, but he looked miserable and everyone felt sorry for him, plus he kept rubbing the muzzle against trees to try and take it off, which chafed his skin raw. He wasn't able to stuff himself with grass and didn't gain too much weight, but at what cost.

This year I wanted to try something else, so I moved him to the part of the pasture that's mostly bushes and brambles and not much grass. It's not an ideal solution either (from Pirlouit's pov) as he hates being alone, and he can see the llamas on the other side of the fence eating the delicious new grass to their hearts' content even though they're miscreants who keep escaping their pasture while he is a lawful donkey who has done nothing to deserve this.

He will be freed as soon as the grass gets a bit drier and less nutritious, and in the meantime he is very useful to me as a landscape architect, creating lovely meandering paths in the woodsy part of his pasture, like this one:

I used my sheep netting to divide the pasture, and of course I hadn't bothered to roll it up properly the last time I put it away in the barn ("that's a problem for Future Me"), so I had to start with sitting down to disentangle the knots for 15 min.

The children helped a lot.

Another important problem to solve was water for elephants donkey. The main spring that provides water for the llamas' trough (and for Pandolf's cows, and my own house) is on the other side of the pasture, but I had noticed small trickles of water seeping from some rocks on (what is now) Pirlouit's side, so I went exploring to find them again.

Here! these rocks are crying. Unfortunately my bucket was too tall to be placed under the trickle, so I started with digging a hole. It took forever, because anyone who has ever tried to dig a hole anywhere knows there is always That One Massive Rock.

Pandolf also helped a lot.

A hole for the bucket was successfully dug, but the water trickled down the crevices in the rocks and didn't fall into the bucket. I tried to use a piece of plastic pipe, but the opening was too narrow to catch more than a few droplets of water, so I went back to the barn and rummaged around, looking at random objects and waiting for inspiration to strike, until I found the missing link—a dustpan. Here's a little 30s video of my revolutionary water system:

The dustpan is pretty solidly wedged between rocks and Pirlouit has been invited to drink delicately so as not to dislodge it. It's been a few days and so far it's holding up :)

Conclusion: Pirlouit is now a forest donkey.

We'll have to see how the Diet Pasture compares to other solutions, like the Diet Muzzle, and the Diet Pen (two years ago I tried keeping him in tiny pens so he didn't have a lot of grass and was forced to eat some hay as well, but I had to move him every few days, plus he didn't have a lot of room to trot and exercise, which was counterproductive when it comes to keeping him fit.)

He is not enchanted with this new situation and sometimes brays angrily to demand explanations when he sees me on the Good Side with the llamas, but he does get visitors every day (dog and cats and chickens) and it's only for a few weeks. And for his own good.

[ablatheringblatherskite]

random question inspired by my general disdain for The Holidays™: what's Christmas like in the Philippines? I'm extremely fed up with how most Americans celebrate it so I'd be super interested to hear about how another culture does it. :D (if you don't mind, of course!) Feel free to infodump as much or as little as you like :)))

WAAAAA I'd love to!! Also that's totally understandable OOF, but yes I'd gladly talk about it!!!

So I hope this doesn't come as a disappointment but the Philippines is a pretty Americanized country, but of course there are still many key differences in our traditions! For one, which you might have heard LOL, we start preparing for Christmas all the way in September (as in, Christmas decorations start going up already, and Christmas music starts playing in the malls). Generally we don't celebrate Thanksgiving since it's an American holiday and we don't care as much about Halloween, so it's not like a WHOLE THING like it is in America (I was surprised to learn how big of a deal it is over there LOL!).

We have this celebrity who's also a beloved Filipino meme, Jose Mari Chan, who basically is like, the harbinger of Christmas here. Like months in advance we'll have memes pop up occasionally saying stuff like "Ready na ba kayo?" (are you ready yet??) and things like that LOL. Here's some of my favorite examples:

("I'm just warming up")

(explanation and translation: we have a famous Filipino Christmas song that starts with, "Whenever I see girls and boys selling lanterns on the street...", which is what Jose Mari Chan is starting to sing LOL, then the guard is saying, "Sir, seniors aren't allowed to go out." (this was made during pandemic times HAHAHA)

And a personal favorite:

LOLLL

Also since the majority of the Philippines is Catholic that plays a huge factor in it too. Another tradition that's mainly Catholic (so I haven't ever actually participated in it) is called simbang gabi, which is basically nine days of mass before Christmas. Then on Christmas Eve the final mass is called Misa da Gallo. It's basically a way for everyone to prepare for Christmas!

Another big thing about Philippine Christmases (although I'm sure a bunch of other cultures do this too LOL including Americans), we a lot of the time celebrate Christmas with our extended families (both sides during different times if possible!), since, you know, family is very important to us!! Us younger ones will usually go around to the adults to "bless" them, or do "Mano po" (basically press the back of their hands to our foreheads which is like, a traditional sign of respect) to all the adults, and a lot of time we get angpao (money inside those little red Chinese folders) tee hee hee! And a lot of the time we get more specific gifts from our ninongs and ninangs (god fathers and god mothers) (yes sometimes we have multiple no I can't really explain why HAHA). And if we're blessed to have them, all the cousins hang out and do whatever we like while the adults mingle (sometimes we go to the bedroom of whichever cousin's family is hosting the gathering)—I have very fond memories of those times.

But I think one of the bigger differences is that we don't have our official celebration on Christmas morning—we actually celebrate the night before, on Christmas Eve! We like to prepare for our Noche Buena (also a Spanish tradition LOL, it's basically a special Holiday feast) for the whole day, then we wait for 12am to strike, then THAT'S when we start eating and playing games and of course opening presents. It's such a fun time and I've spent multiple Christmases up late until the sun rose reading my new books or something. From what I know most families here stay home during the rest of Christmas day resting and enjoying the time with their own families.

We also do Christmas caroling differently. Idk how it works in America but in the Philippines random groups of kids go around to houses to sing Christmas songs for money. Sometimes they have makeshift instruments, occasionally a guitar and tambourine. They aren't always that good HAHA but they do their best, and they have a lot of fun doing it (my siblings and I did it once!! It was a lot of fun).

We also have a traditional Christmas decoration, called the paról. It's basically these star-shaped paper lanterns, and they're beautiful!

We also may play games like Pinoy Henyo (similar to charades, basically a paper with a word is placed on yours or your teammates forehead and you/your teammate need to help them guess what the word is, answering questions like is it a person?? animal?? place?? etc., getting more specific until you figure out the word), Bring Me (basically you need to be the first to bring the item, for example: bring me a wallet! A lot of parents usually help the kids by giving their own things LOL), and Longest Line (basically you need to make the longest line only using things you're wearing) (yes some guys have taken off their shirts, sometimes people just lie down in the line LOL). It's a lot of fun.

So in conclusion, while, like with any country, we can also be prone to commercialism, Christmas is a lot of fun in the Philippines, at least for me!

Anddd that's mostly it I think!!! thank you so much for this ask!! I was really excited to answer when I got it lol!! I'm sorry it took a while tho, I wanted to let my friends check to see if what I said was accurate (because I am uncertain like that LOLL). I really enjoyed answering it too so thank you and I hope it was interesting!!!

[abcwordsurge]

Ok, Illy + Indi + Minnie, let's do this!

@atomicwinnerdreamland and @professor-of-predators, your wishes are my command :)

I think Indi would bombard Illinois with friendship first, in that stubbornly polite midwestern way (think, like, the guy with a fluffy brown beard in the Grinch movie with the guy who was Sherlock Holmes), and though he's a bit wary at first, Illy eventually grows attached to Indi, in a sort of brotherly fashion

Then Minnesota probably became good friends with Indi, and just by association, started to hang out with Illinois a lot more, too

It probably took Illinois far longer to grow attached to Minnie, but he got there eventually, and he's got a fierce kind of loyalty, right? Almost northeastern-esque. If someone raises a finger against Minnesota (or Indiana, for that matter), Illinois will whoop them

I think it's fascinating, because Illinois is definitely the odd one out in this trio. Minnie and Indi are both quintessentially Midwestern, and Illy's out here being antisocial and not taking leftovers on his way out the door

Also, let's have a moment to consider adrenaline junkie Indiana (because Indiana is an adrenaline junkie and I will die on this hill). Because there's no way either of the other two are enabling this, right? Mom friend Minnesota is like, "but are you sure that's a good idea? ok... well, you can do whatever you think is best..." but his look of disapproval has the heat of a thousand suns. Then Illinois is out here being like, "you idiot" as he physically carries Indiana away from the cliff he wants to jump off of (for fun!). It annoys Indi a bit but it's just because they care and don't want him to get hurt

(Side note- I feel like instead of being injury prone, Indiana is injury averse. Like with all this thrill seeking he does, he somehow always avoids getting hurt. Just a little headcanon of mine)

Also, these tags from @kaz-playz!

Thank you, Kaz. This idea is wonderful :D Like boy next door but platonic. And with three people. Idk what I'm talking about but I like your idea

This has been my stream of consciousness (while still half sick) about a random trio I just made up. Thanks for reading, hope y'all enjoyed. Maybe if the inspiration strikes I'll write a fic that focuses on their dynamic. We'll see ツ

[vaguelyprophetic]

do you have any stewyroman wips in progress or thoughts for future fics if you plan to carry on writing for them?

yes I do!!! currently in progress is stress relief part 3. I'm slowly but steadily getting there so fingers crossed I can get it up relatively soon. I also started writing some just pure smut lmao that may go in as part of another fic or it might be standalone. we'll have to see. I don't have any specific thoughts for future fics atm but inspiration tends to strike me at very random times so there will definitely be more coming!!!!

[laesas]

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🤲 - Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Chay curls his hand into a fist experimentally and the rhythm of the kiss stutters slightly as Kim's mouth opens on a gasp. Emboldened, Chay runs the tip of his tongue against Kim’s lower lip. He feels a pulse of giddy pride as he feels the last threads of Kims control tense and snap.

The measured restraint that Kim exudes gives way to something half as guarded, twice as hungry, and the kiss turns desperate and relentless. There’s a heady thrill in it, the feeling of pulling Kim apart, and Chay is finally lost to it. The first glide of Kim’s tongue against his own sends a sharp spear of arousal from his chest to the base of his spine. His hands tangle in Kim's hair in response, lungs burning, half desperate to surface, half desperate to drown.

Chapter 3 of the as yet Unnamed KimChay fic - Currently T rated despite what that last bit sounds like lmao

In the interests of not wrecking anyone's dashboard with my ramblings 🎶🧐🦅 are Under the cut!

Send me an Emoji Fic Ask! ✨

🎶 - Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

SO - Short answer, No. Which is sad. But I find lyrics quite distracting while trying to write!

Long answer: Sort-of? I'll sometimes pause while writing to listen to songs when I'm writing a new section or need to settle back into an emotion.

I have playlists that I listen to for each couple, and within each one will be songs that match the individual characters feelings, and/or the vibe of the scene/chapter. So before writing I'll usually listen to the playlist while walking home from work or doing the washing up lol, so that by the time I sit down to write it I'm already in the right frame of mind.

For example: The songs for the snippet above were Someone To Stay // Vancouver Sleep Clinic and Bad Behaviour (Acoustic) // The Maine

On loop: Disbeliever // Danny Dwyer - it was on a random bad buddy playlist I found on spotify and it's just the most PatPran song ever. It's free serotonin babey ✨

🧐 - Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

None of my fics have required too much Actual Research so far, theyre always more character studies than technical plots. That said I am definitely going to have to rely on google and other fic writer knowledge because Chapter 2 of the above fic takes place in the gun room and I am unfortunately quite Br*tish and so have never held a gun in my life, let alone fired one lol. We'll see how it goes. It's more of an excuse to get Kim and Chay as close to eachother as possible without touching rather than super accurate gun knowledge. Nobody's reading it for that lol.

🦅 - Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

I find outlines so useful! Mostly because I think much quicker than I can ever write "properly" so when inspiration strikes I just chaotically bulletpoint a scene / chapter / fic from start to finish with all of the main story beats. Then while writing I go through the chapter point by point writing it "properly" from the narrating characters perspective.

Every fic I have has started as a one shot and ended up as Not A One Shot, and as soon as it starts to expand out, I put it into an outline table. The only one shot still intact is a backburner 5+1 KinnBig fic that needed an outline for structure anyway lol

It's nice because it kindof lets me write the bits of the chapter that inspire me most / I vibe with on the day.

This was so so fun!! Thank you so so much for asking!! 🥰✨

[soulrph]

Hello! Hope you are having such a lovely day, or could be night!

just wanted to ask if u have any current works (rp memes) on the list to do or drop here on tumblr?

I wasn't sure if sending u this ask since I do not wanna make you uncomfortable. It was simply something i was wondering😭😭

No need to answer this if u don't want to tho no worries<3

bestie this isn't making me uncomfortable whatsoever!! i love talking abt my works in progress, i just feel weird dropping them on the dash unprompted! so tysm for asking me!!

so at the moment i'm actually working back through the memes people have requested, some of which have already been done, but i have a few on the pile that i'm working on quite a bit!

royal au themed prompts! two lists tho. possibly three. so one is more generic, the other is based on a request i received a little while ago, and the third is actually more about the idea of a revolution, so we'll see how those work out!

prompts based around cooking, baking and food in general! but mostly stuff you might hear or do in a kitchen setting!

i had a few requests over the last year or so for prompts based around foster kids or adoptive families, but unfortunately the laws and systems surrounding foster families and adoption are very different depending on each country, so i'm trying to research it as best i can so that we have a nice solid list that's both realistic but also very respectful!

night time memes!

this is another project but it's like. i think people seem happy with it, but i worry! so it's basically prompts based on some of my absolute favorite tags that people have used while reblogging my prompts! everyone's so feckin funny and cute and sweet about them, and some of the tags have actually had me cackling in my room over them! but again, anxiety stands in my way, but i'll see if that one turns out okay!

so, this might not work out very well either, but i'm nothing if not determined! i have recently been rewatching survival type series, and i'm about to start rewatching lost, but only some of it, so i'm thinking of doing a list of like, 'stranded' type prompts? so gathering supplies and building a shelter and trying to get off the island and stuff like that?

it's a small list, granted, but also inspiration can strike at the most random of times! tysm for asking, my love!! and i hope you're having an absolutely lovely week!!

[lethargicsunlight]

Part 1: Some Combat Training Katsuki Bakugo X Fem!Reader

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EDIT: Read part 2 here!

I’ve thought about this for like, a week?!

Some context here: I’m attempting to write a slow-burn multi-book fanfic, but I haven’t even reached current episodes/chapters for BNHA yet? SO, this is in outline stages right now. I’m really big on keeping things as canon as possible, so once I catch-up with everyone else on the series (or at least far enough to know wtf I’m writing about :D ) I can start actually finishing and editing chapters.

Right now it’s.. it’s just a mess.

ANYWAYS, for the time being, I shall vent out some ideas for this fanfic or just other random drabble to keep my inspiration burning while I soak it all up. Might asks for requests or ideas or something.

This for instance.. Is essentially a drabble that builds some

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* c h e m i s t r y*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧between you and BoomBoom boy.

Warnings: FLUFF. I guess? I mean, can he really be 'fluff'y? Idk we'll see. Also, they're Third-Years in U.A. now, so aged-up just a bit.

Also, P.S.: I make it a point to leave out most descriptions of y/n. This way, whether its you or an OC, it's not as immersive-breaking. That said, I have taken liberties with their physique and personality based on certain events in their life. Y/n will also be smaller in stature (though I will not be specific about height) because of their specific combat abilities. (Think Inej from Six of Crows, if you will.)

Making a Part 2 because this evidently went on FOREVER.

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You heard Bakugou close the gym door from behind you, but you don't bother to say 'thank you'. Moving to the back of the room, you grabbed a training dummy and began dragging it into the center; your eyes never even grazing him--you knew he was there.

Along the anatomy of the dummy, you had painted pressure points, nerves, and joints to assist in your specific method of combat. You swung the dummy around, the back facing you. The soft taps of your comrade's feet grew closer, and you trusted he was close enough to hear you.

"If you want to immobilize the arm temporarily, you'll need to strike here." You point to the green dot at the junction of the shoulder, only now glancing at him to make sure he was paying attention.

As if you had to. Of course he was.

You pull your hand back and position your fingers into a jabbing form, shifting your body to face him more. "Three fingers are all you need, but you can use the rest of your hand to reinforce it."

You wait for him to mimic his hand like yours. You crane your neck a bit, inspecting it, making sure all the bones and ligaments were aligned the way they needed to be.  Your own hands lift, near touching his before;

"May I touch you?"

There's a hesitation before he answers, "Yeah," voice gruff but otherwise unemotional.

You give a hum in acknowledgement before you entrap Bakugou's wrist, lightly tracing the anatomy to make sure it was perfect; then pulling it towards the dummy and away--watching the muscles and tendons flex. He's a little stiff about it at first, but he allows it.

"There, keep the fingers bent and the wrist straight.." You twist his wrist slightly, tapping the front to show him how flat it was. "You're a lot stronger than I am; if you get this move down, you can probably dislocate someone's shoulder this way."

Now you look up to inspect his face. You'd been dreading it.

Much to your surprise.. he doesn't look all that bemused. Nor does he acknowledge your last comment, which you'd expected a 'of course I could' or at least a 'Heh.'

But he's stonefaced, staring at his hand. The moment begins to stretch on so you quickly continue before the mood shifted.

"Here," you step away, unzipping the jacket you'd worn over your work-out gear for the brisk walk to the gym. "The plastic doesn't do a good job for this, so I'll show you what you're aiming for." Turning so your back faced him, you feel down your opposite shoulder until your reach the juncture where the nerve and joint interacted. After finding it, you point it out for him.

"If you press pretty hard, you'll feel where it dips in."

He hesitates again.

What was with him?

Simultaneously...

He pulls the metal door to a close behind him, the sound of the latch echoing through the gym's concrete walls as he watches you moving across the main floor to grab a practice dummy.

This had seemed like such a good idea. Practical.

There was a new villain in Japan that had amassed a large following--not unlike the League. Their focus was on temporarily disabling quirks to take down big targets in coordinated attacks, and their targets were pro-heroes. They would lure them out with large-scale natural disasters, single them out, and take them down. Every hero, even the third-years of U.A., had begun practicing more simplistic combat techniques, in the event their quirks become useless.

And while he wasn't going to voice it, most of his combat training had always centered on his quirk. Learning any other kind of combat was a waste of time. Or, it had really seemed that way...

But you had changed his mind. Long before this new villain, and long before right now. Still, he'd left it to you--this was your thing, not his. He learned from watching you, but asking you to teach him was a step down he couldn't take.

And even now, he felt weak for doing it.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he hones in on you as this demonstration begins--but he doesn't want to look at your face. This was just for training. This was practical. Logical.

When it comes to the point of actually mimicking your movements though, he's sent off-balance again.

"May I touch you?"

What the fuck kind of question is that?

It almost comes out of his mouth, but its barred shut for some reason. "Yeah." He has to force it out, like he's choked.

He watches your hands deftly graze finger-tips around his hand and his wrist. It's all flesh contact, he didn't see a point in wearing gloves for this.

...But he begins to wish he had.

It'd been two years since he'd met you. You'd become a student by invitation from All Might and the Principle in tandem due to a drawn-out coup  you'd lead against a major underground villain known as Head Honcho; of which, he and Deku as first-years had helped take down. You'd revealed yourself as the defector, and sacrificed yourself to Honcho's ultimate move in order to break his defenses. You really had not planned to live through all of that.

Little, strange, you.

And now as you barely touch him, it sends warm pulses up his arm and across his chest. In all those two years, you'd never done that. Never had the chance, he realizes, as the room slows down and he relives the moments with you over that duration.

He would find you sitting next to him in the Cafeteria. Find you--because you were silent when you sat down. Silent when you ate. When he would notice you, he'd make a big deal over it.

'What the hell twinkle-toes?! Do you really have to skulk around like that?'

He would find you next to him in the common room.

'What--why are you so silent all the time, you're so damn creepy!'

He found you next to him, when he woke up in that bar with the villains that'd kidnapped him. How had you ended up there?

He'd never been able to ask. It was an unspoken agreement between the two of you to never mention that event. So much had happened in such little time--

His arm is now free of your touch--you say something but he barely catches it. Right. Combat training. How could he forget?!

He glowers at his hand. What the fuck was he doing? Why wasn't he concentrating..

"Here," you're suddenly moving away and unzipping the jacket you wore.

What the--

"The plastic doesn't do a good job for this, so I'll show you what you're aiming for." You're saying, as the fabric slides down your arms. You grab the sleeves off your hips and tie them around your waist. It's nothing he hasn't seen before.

And it's everything he hasn't seen before.

The only skin showing was your shoulders and your mid-drift. Practical for work-outs, great for taking hits in training to build endurance, logical.. logical..

His mind blanks.

"If you press pretty hard, you'll feel where it dips in." You're pointing to a spot on your shoulder, but with your eyes not on him--he's taking the second to regain control over whatever the fuck it was he was going through.

He's not stupid.

He knows what hormones do. He knows what infatuation is, and lust, and all of that other shit--he knows because he avoids the hell out of it. Becoming the world's greatest hero doesn't allow any time for it. He can't afford even a moment of distraction.

It's your fault.. He reasons, gritting his teeth as he moves forward--determined to peel the feeling from his chest and blast it away. You did this. You weaseled your way into being close to me. You--!

Turning over your shoulder, you catch eyes with him.

He stops. The anger, the steel-like walls he'd just been building--they all suddenly just.. melt away. It's not how beautiful your eyes are. It's not the curious concern behind them. It's the truth.

You weren't offering to train him in some close, quirkless combat because he was weak. You weren't offering to train him as a chance to get 'comfy' with him, or warm his heart or whatever the girls in class chided him about. You were offering to train him because he was your partner. You wanted him to be on his top game in the field.

And for some reason... that made it worse!

[danses-with-dogmeat]

are there any requests you have that you think are gonna take a long time to write, whether it be bc you have no inspiration for them or just don't like them that much?

So I've been going through all my asks the last couple days and taken out most of the ones I don't really vibe with or didn't think I'd be able to get done, but I still have um.... roughly 40 prompts 😅😅 but they're literally ALL good and I like them and WANT to do them, but we'll see what happens lol.

Still though, it's better than the 130 that I had 😶

As far as some of the ones I think will take awhile, it's hard for me to say exactly. When inspiration strikes I can bust stuff out pretty quickly, but it's always random and highly specific. Just in general though, angst tends to take me the longest to write, followed by smutty stuff, and then fluff I tend to do quite quickly.

It also doesn't help that overall I just really like writing full-blown drabbles as opposed to short responses and headcannons, but I might try to do more of those to get through the prompts that I have!

Sorry, that was a super lengthy response lol, but I hope it helped! If you have any questions about specific prompts or anything, feel free to message me! <3

[mourningfictionalcharacters]

okay so i was just listening to evermore because it is Sad Bitch Hours™, and i just realized that it 100% could be early acomaf Feyre?

Consider:

"I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone Trying to find the one where I went wrong"

Guilt etc over how things ended with T*mlin

"And I couldn't be sure I had a feeling so peculiar That this pain would be for Evermore"

"Guess I'm feeling unmoored Can't remember What I used to fight for"

just. depression. that's it

"And when I was shipwrecked I thought of you In the cracks of light I dreamed of you"

Rhys <3

"And I was catching my breath Floors of a cabin creaking under my step And I couldn't be sure I had a feeling so peculiar This pain wouldn't be for Evermore"

and finally, her starting to heal :')

also "floors of a cabin" ;)