#yandere smurf

[smurflover]

can you make absolutely anything about the scottish one (i forgor his name (jm high on ibupropefn) 💀))

Gutsy?? 😭😭😭 This was asked so long ago

[Did you know he was made just for the film?]

He's a lot like grouchy [Expect he's Scottish]

Can be mean and at first you'll think he hates you

But it's just his way of showing he cares

He's very direct and tells you how he feels

Though he's not always nice about it

In fact, he's never nice about it

Though, he likes you, so he'll try

But you can't ask for to much. He's still going to slip from time to time

Though if you can give it back, that's a game changer

It's like tennis, you both keep going back and forth with your insults

It's a fun thing for you both to do

Sometimes you both will do it just to do it

Hopefully none of the other smurfs get involved, because no one is safe in war

Clumsy and Brainy know this from personal experience

He'll listen to you rant and give you advice

Though, not advice you want

It's really just him giving you the hard truth

[suiana]

we live, we love, we lie (im gonna make more stupid ocs and you guys can't stop me)

[malfromtheblue]

Yandere vs Relationship pt.1

I'm very confused. VERY. I love my fiance. She's absolutely perfect and I'd kill for my sweet angel. But I've found that she's a fuckin oddball.

She woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me about how she got abducted by the Smurfs in her dreams and Gargamel saved her by playing Poker against Papa Smurf and winning. Then, Gargamel took her to a club, revealing himself as a Drag Queen and taught her how to pole dance. Then she got upset because I wasnt in her dream, rooting her on.

I wouldn't change her for the world but she's high without actually being high.

[sidneypoindexter]

half asleep before bed and i just thought of something hilarious

yandere clumsy au where clumsy is possessive of brainy in the stereotypical yandere way, murdery thoughts and all

but no one ever learns this because no one likes brainy at all, let alone likes him enough to trigger that behavior in clumsy

and also clumsy is still oblivious to social cues and the behavior of people around him. so even if other smurfs were outright flirting with brainy, he wouldnt notice it.

its like. "i'd kill for you, brainy ❤️" "that's a nice sentiment, clumsy, but papa smurf says that murder is immoral."

[pieroulette]

come on they’re doctors, they are always right and bonus points if they’re yanderes!! (WRONG AGAIN HAHAHAHHA) kei and fuma are delusional, everything is unknown to them, that’s why u were taking many different pills at the same time.

what if yandere werewolves!&team allow u to explore the castle’s gardens outside?? imagine u found it while searching for a house where to live during the winter, we won’t need to move out ever again!! one day u all play inversed hide and seek but u don’t wanna make them mad, u stay in the castle even if they said u could go anywhere u want as long as u are not crossing the barbed wire (that kei/fuma put) around the mountain. this also applies to the maknae line cause what if one of them leaves with u??

fairytales and twilights vibes you said? yuyu knows me well<3 I LOVE THAT GIF OF KEI FUMA AND JO YOU’RE KILLING ME RN!! wait i'm not done tho~

-boo anon

living in the castle w yandere werewolves!&team would be a utter bliss for me 😭😭 I MEAN KEI IS THERE .. but I think me standing next to him would be like a smurf beside the Burj Khalifa💀💀 UGH BUT YES FAIRYTALES AND TWILIGHT VIBES <333 we could live forever w them, being all delulu and lovey dovey w kei/fuma >:)) NO BUT HOW WOULD THEY PUNISH US IF WE BREAK THE RULES THO. I WANNA KNOWWW

[jokesitos-art]

My friend And i made smurf ocs. Yeah.... they are more as a joke. But meeehhh... Ugly smurf: for a human, or other creatures Looks exactly like the others but For the eyes of the smurfs, he is totally UGLY. Yandere Smurf: You already know what's a yandere. The problem is, that he don't have senpai jet.

[ask-midori-gurin-blog]

Riku: I am not obsessed with Kokona, thank you. I simply cannot stop thinking about her every single minute of every single day.

[roxineedstosleep]

Just eat you vegetables

Yandere Papa Tony, seeing that his darling doesn't eat his vegetables: Sweet love of my soul. If you don't eat your vegetables you will become smaller and smaller. Like a Smurf.

Darling: Like you?

Yandere Papa Tony: Yes... And you are grounded.

[no-mercy-bby]

First of all, please do not look at me or perceive me at all. My brain go brrr

Ralph Bohner(Peter Maximoff) x Reader

Inspired by my brain and:

[Very light yandere themes, you are being held in the mancave against your will, light(?) Stockholm syndrome]

It's honestly really fluffy also kissing/making out but it doesn't get worse than that.

You Can't Run Away

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"Don't waste your breath, babe!" The man calls out to you from the couch ss he strums idly on his guitar," No one can hear you from in here."

You quickly turn around, the door opened enough just to tease you and capture your attention. After the short dramatic strum of the man's guitar, you run for the exit only to see the man leaning against the now shut door.

"You can't run away, pretty. You'll start ruining everything that's in place and she can't have that." He explains as if you were a child before nodding towards the couch. "Go sit."

"No." You shake your head, glaring at him, which in return made him smirk at you.

Within a spilt second you were rather delicately set on the middle cushion of the couch as the man is now across the room, blending up a milkshake. (Pretty sure I read an article that said that)

"How did you do that?" You question quickly, confused, but a little intrigued by him.

"I'm pretty good at running." He chuckles, tossing you a dimpled grin from over his shoulder.

You unintentionally smile back before glancing to the mess of papers stacked on the table to thd side. Shuffling through them, you eventually come across what looked to be a headshot. It looked like the man across the room, only maybe a few years younger, with his hair looking to be natural brunette.

But the name was what threw you off.

"Is your name really Ralph Boner?" You question while trying not to laugh, it wasn't even that funny.

The man however proceeds to practically giggle out loud as he now browses his movie collection.

"Heh, boner."

"So, you're not Ralph then?"

"Pfft no way, babe." He grins at you once again, but instead of you smiling back you simply stare at him confused.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" He asks while speeding to sit beside you, his arm immediately wrapping around your shoulders, and tucking you against his side.

"Something isn't right out there." You mumble as you glance past him out the small basement window, seeing the sky gradually turn more shades of scarlet.

"Of course, that's why you're in here, with me." Not-Ralph replies simply, tossing away the headshot from your hand before leaning into kiss you.

You freeze as his other arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to him, so now you were almost sideways across his lap.

His soft lips brushed against yours, making you quickly move yours away from his.

"You basically kidnapped me." You state quietly, meeting his eyes, and try not to stare at his lips as he bit at them.

"A perk of the job." Not-Ralph smirks as you try not to smile while rolling your eyes. He quite literally sweeped you off feet in more ways than just the literal sense. How was he so charming? Why did this feel so right?

"I don't even know you..." You whisper as a pathetic excuse, while trying (and failing) to avoid his puppy dog eyes.

"Well, we can get to know each other..." He whispers before capturing your lips with his own in an unexpectedly passionate kiss.

You hesitate for a second before returning the kiss, tangling your fingers into the hair at the base of his neck, tugging lightly and making not-Ralph moan into your mouth.

You feel heat quickly rise up to your face as you break the intense kiss, laughing quietly as not-Ralph's lips search out for yours. You press your hand against his lips before they can connect to yours again.

As he eyes peek open he immediately grins at your flustered state. His eyes slowly wander from your face down your body.

"Nice outfit change." He winks, only flustering you further as you glance down to see what you were wearing. A tank top and skinny jeans, wait weren't you just wearing something completely different? How did that happen?

Glancing back up at not-Ralph, you notice his own outfit change.

"I could say the same about you." You smile, brushing your hand across the shiny silver of his jacket. His whole previous outfit was completely replaced, topped off with goggles instead of a Smurf-like beanie.

But the necklace was what threw you off.

It was still the same and didn't change. You reached up to touch it, but quickly draw you hand back as you feel a sort of sting against your fingertips.

"How come your necklace didn't change, Peter?" You ask him, preoccupied with staring at the necklace to notice what you said. It felt almost as if the necklace was telling you to touch it- to take it from not-Ralph.

"What did you just call me?" The sharp edge to his voice makes you meet his eyes.

"...Ralph?.."

"Nooo, you said as different name. What was it?" He asks you almost desperately, grasping your wrists quickly in a tight grip as you try to touch his necklace again.

"Why does it matter?" You huff, trying to pull your wrists from him," Let me go."

"Nuh-uh, not till you tell me my name." He persists, making you glare at him as you snatch your wrists from his grip before trying to run out the door.

Peter easily catches you with an arm around your hips and tugs your back against his chest, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"You can't run away," He whispers in your ear then starts kissing at your neck.

It felt ...familiar?

Oh

"Peter..." You sigh, remembering that very specific memory, before spinning around and facing him. "Its that necklace. Its hurting you."

Peter nods his head, oddly silent, watching you intently.

Agatha said Fietro was her eyes and ears for Wanda, but he could still control most of his actions.

"I don't know..." You shrug, not knowing what to do to get this necklace off of him. But if you listened to it's call and put it on, surely Peter could get it off you?

Trying to think only about wearing it, you reach out to the necklace again, and it quite literally falls into your hands.

Peter gasps in shock as he's freed from Agatha's necklace only to recognize you were about to put it on yourself and give Agatha your power instead.

Frantically Peter smacks it out of your hands and sends it flying through the air before picking you up and speeding the both of you outside.

You lean your head heavily against Peter's shoulder and when Peter looks down he sees you had fallen asleep or most likely passed out from all the dizzying sensations of Agatha's magic. As well as, speeding with you from the first time.

"James E. Wo-" Jimmy's eyes widen as he looks at his witness and the girl curled up in Peter's arms.

"Yeah, yeah, Jimmy. I was just about to go searching for you." Peter smiles half heartedly, glancing down at you in his arms, sound asleep.

"Who is she?" Jimmy asks curiously with a nod at your form.

"Mutant, I know her, well used to. Apparently Wanda isn't the only one breaking through the multiverse." Peter explains quietly to Jimmy.

"You mean she can create portals to other wor-"

"-she needs to be in witness protection with me, Jimmy." Peter cuts him off quickly.

You had risked so much to break through the multiverses strict hold, and all for what?

Him?

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A cliffhanger for you😘 please let me know what you think!! I love you and good night/afternoon/morning💕

PART 2 :)

[potatopatts]

I wanna draw more yandere smurf boi

[seiyasabi]

Утешение (Consolation)

(This is a Yandere Lev Haiba x Female Reader comfort story :)) 

TW: Stockholm Syndrome, reader has a menstrual cycle, mentions of past kidnapping, time skip (he’s a model at this time w his own flat), he kinda treats you like a baby, he and you have a bath together, !no NSFW, etc..

I’m sorry if this sucked haha, my interpretation of Lev is probably not very accurate :)) Also, I am also a person of Eastern European/Japanese descent, so my ethnicity joke at the end is one I use a lot. Please do not take offense :)))

“Come on, Kitten, get in the bath tub for your Lyovochka,” The large grey haired man coos at you from his place by the shower. This morning, you awoke to harsh cramps and a small pool of blood, causing you to break down in tears. You’d stained your pretty, lilac sheets, along with the white jumper your cat-eyed lover had given you, “Don’t be sad, didn’t I promise that I’d get you new sheets and-“ 

“But I ruined your sweater. Aren’t you mad at me?” More tears bead your (colour) eyes, your bottom lip wobbling slightly. Lev gasps at your words, quickly shutting off the warm water he was drawing into the tub. 

“Not at all, Kitty!” He got to his feet in mere seconds, suddenly materialising in front of you, his large hands cupping your face, “I can get many sheets and sweaters, but there’s only one of you. My pretty baby can’t control this-“

“But I should’ve known it was coming! I always keep track of it, but I forgot-“ He shushes you kindly, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

“You worry too much. Do you think your Lyovochka can’t provide you with new sheets and a jumper?” You shake your head, eyes widening at the thought of insulting your doting kidnap-boyfriend. 

“No! No I don’t mean it like that-“ 

“Then there’s no need to worry your pretty, little head. When I go to my next shoot, I’ll stop at the store and buy you cute things. Now, let’s get you into the bath before the water turns cold,” He shucks your clothing off of your body, before guiding you to your expensive, white tub. 

“Thank you, Lev. You’re always so good to me,” The grey haired man helps you sit in the warm water, he presses a chaste kiss to your lips, shooting you a cheesy grin. 

“Anything for my Smurf,” You send him a playful glare, causing him to giggle like a schoolgirl. Covering his face with both hands, he puts on a high-pitched voice, “Turn away, I don’t want you to see me naked,” You splash some water at him, drawing a small yelp from his grinning lips, “Whoa, my Kitty is very feisty today.” 

Both of you giggle happily whilst he undresses, his lithe form being exposed quite quickly. You look away when he takes off his drawers, keeping your eyes closed until you feel him slide into the large tub behind you. He presses a button on the side of the tub, turning on the jets. Lev’s long arms wrap around you, holding you close to his broad chest. You rest your head on his left pec, and his hands knead the flesh above your aching uterus. 

Sighing in content, you allow yourself to relax. He hums a song to you quietly, rocking you back and forth. Placing a chaste kiss on your neck, the both of you bask in each other’s presence. 

“I’m so proud of you, Kitten. You’ve come so far, and you make me so happy,” Freezing up slightly, you try to push down the memories of the past year. 

You used to watch him play when the both of you were in school, but after graduation, you hadn’t seen him for a long time. Whilst he became a model, you’d become a makeup artist. It was a shock when you ended up working together for a fashion show, but it allowed you two to rekindle your friendship. 

That’s what it was. A friendship. 

Until, it wasn’t. 

The two of you became friends, yes, but that was as far as your unprofessional relationship went. You’d hung out together at each other’s apartments, gone shopping together, etc., but that was usually with other people. 

That is, until he had a Time Magazine interview. 

During that interview, he’d said you were his girlfriend. That was news to not only the rest of the world, but also to you. 

You were now his regular makeup artist, so you were there during the filming of his interview. Hearing this, the interviewer called you out to the stage, practically shoving questions down your throat. You tried to correct the situation, but everyone thought you were shy. 

So, when the filming was over, Lev was able to force you into his Tesla under the guise of you two discussing what just happened.

 Long story short, he succeeded in keeping you in his flat, not allowing you out unless it was for a gala or something of that sort. But, by that time, the cat-eyed man was able to manipulate you into submission. 

Who would hire you if he slandered you?

What would you do if he used his money to hurt your loved ones? 

It was much easier to give in, so you did. 

Now, here you are, being pampered by an obsessed model. 

A particularly harsh squeeze to your sore muscles brought you out of your stuper. 

“-Kitty? Did I say something wrong?” He pouts, even though you can’t see him. 

“I’m sorry, Lyovochka. I was flustered,” Lev reaches a hand to your warm cheek, and gives it a delicate pinch. 

“Awe, you’re so cute! This is why you need your Lev. Without me, you can’t even think straight!” He wraps his arms around you tightly, one of his forearms pressing against your breasts, and the other one around your stomach. Squealing slightly, you try to push his hand away from your abdomen. 

“Lyo! Be careful, you’ll-“ 

“My cute ketchup packet! I love you so much!” 

“I love you too! But, can we start the actual bath now? I feel greasy,” He quickly releases you from his hold, and grabs a cup on the stand beside the tub. 

“Of course! I’ll wash your hair for you!” He dips the cup into the turbulent water, before he pours it carefully onto your hair. 

“Are you sure that You’re able to?” You ask him teasingly with a smile, causing him to nod eagerly. 

“Silly girl, I wash your hair every bath time,” He smooches your forehead, before proceeding with your wash routine. 

Washing the remnants of product from your hair, he quickly pours his two-in-one soap onto his head, and haphazardly rubbing it around. 

“Lev, what on Earth are you doing?” You can’t help but laugh whilst watching this ridiculous scene, “I can’t believe a professional model is using two-in-one in my presence. I feel like this is illegal-“ 

“Don’t Report me to Ren! He’ll skin me!” Lev whines. Ren is his hairstylist, and you can only imagine how he’d react. 

“Then put on some conditioner too! Make sure you scrub your scalp-“ 

“Can you do ur for me?” He bats his eyes at you teasingly, a hopeful smile on his thin lips. Rolling your (colour) eyes, you nod. 

“Fine! Only because I no longer have painful cramps,” He cheers happily, before seating you on his muscular thighs, practically forcing your hands into his thin hair. 

With (light/heavy) hands, you scrub at his scalp vigorously. He sighs happily, leaning into your touch. Your chest is pressed against his, and the bloat of your tummy presses against his muscular stomach. 

Once his head is soaped enough, you grab the previously discarded cup, and fill it with water. Once full, you slowly pour the warm water on his head, your finger running through his soft locks to wash out the soap at a faster pace. 

Lev’s practically purring at this point, leaning his entire weight onto your hands. Scolding him slightly after he almost knocks you over, you grab your conditioner, and squeeze a small pile onto his hair. Smoothing it into his hair, he preens at your attention. 

“Even when you’re in pain, you still take care of me. You’re the best person I know,” He kisses your nose, nuzzling his head into your neck. 

“Lyovochka! You’re putting your hair stuff on my face! I’m gonna break out!” The both of you laugh once more, before he places a cool hand over your bloated tummy. 

“Yeah, you’re the best of the Smurfs,” You pinch him for that, “I’m so happy that we’ll be together forever.” 

You tilt your head in mild confusion at the connotation of his words, only to notice a small velvet box on the soap stand next to the tub. Gasping quietly, he laughs at your shocked expression. Using his free hand, he reaches behind you, and grabs the box. Flicking it open with his forefinger and thumb, he smiles down at you with tears in his eyes. 

“(Your Name), would you make me the happiest man in the world, and become the Ponyo to my Sosuke? The Rasputin to my-“ You shut him up with a kiss, and a bright smile on your pretty face. 

“Yes, yes! I love you Lev, and I’d love to marry you!” His features show his disbelief in you saying yes. He figured he’d need to wait a bit for you to be more compliant, but boy was he wrong! 

He didn’t realise that you gave up a long time ago. 

He didn’t realise that you figured out that using him would warrant more freedoms, more press interviews, more people to notice his unhealthy behaviour when it comes to you. 

But he will. One day he’ll come crashing down like a tower of glass, and you’ll be the one who has the sledgehammer. 

[sugarakis-p2]

Shigaraki's Muse Ch 11

Tomura Shigaraki has gone full yandere and is not letting Ember go. Ember may have a hard time accepting her new home but it's happening. SFW

Warning: Kidnapping mature content.

Chapter 10

Chapter 11: Yandere

The first few days were rough, filled with tears and misery. Ember falling into his arms was short-lived. She was in shock and went along with whatever Tomura wanted. When it looked like Tomura was guiding her to her own bedroom, when in truth, Ember ended up in his room.

He helped her ice her face and laid her down in his bed. He was even kind enough not to crawl into bed with her the first night. He was content at just watching her sleep fitfully, using two of his fingers to brush her hair aside so he can better admire her long lashes. He never thought it could be painful being this close and forcing himself not to touch her. Several times he reached out only to pull back his trembling hand.

The morning was confusing for her. Ember woke up in a strange bed, her eye aching, her work clothes covered in blood and dust.

She screamed for a person called Cyrus twice before ripping the scrubs from herself, flailing and panicking to the floor. Ember made strange keening noises as she tried to claw the blood and dust plastered to her nude skin.

She really started panicking when Ember understood she was wearing Suka. Tomura tried to calm her down and he could see in her big golden eyes she was terrified of everything, he wasn't even sure she recognized him.

At first, she bolted from Tomura's touch when he tried to soothe her, hiding under his desk gulping for air. It took him ten minutes to coax her out. Ember was such a mess she let him guide her nude bleeding dusty form to the shower. She was more like her old self when she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel; argumentative and stubborn.

He really didn't understand. Wasn't she a nurse in a hospice? Didn't she see death all the time? When she took a shower, Tomura got rid of the evidence in her apartment and started moving her in with him. He left her clothes that she was resistive in wearing, causing an argument, which led to more crying.

Tomura fusses over her black eye, cursing and trying not to overflow with anger. When he first entered the apartment, he was enraged some bastard was touching his Ember. Now he wishes he held back, could have used the piece of shit and then give him a more fitting punishment.

"I don't understand why I can't go home and get my own clothes." She cried "Heroes will be all over it soon. Plenty of people saw you drive off with that Smurf. If you don't get blamed for his disappearance, they will catch you for the pharmacy of drugs in your closet. It's safer if you let me handle it. Look what they did to you; you have a black eye. I promised to never let them lay a hand on you. I'm keeping my word. You're safe here with me. They will never touch my Ember. I don't understand what the issue is?"

"The issue is these aren't my clothes. It's a strippers uniform. What about Loverboy? What about my job? What about my apartment? How long are you keeping me here?" "I have other clothes if you want to choose something else. The cat is on an automatic feeder and water. They just need to be refilled once a week. I made arrangements with your landlord to feed the cat and your apartment. Both will be waiting for you when it's safe. As for your job, I had Dabi handle that. They are not expecting you back for a while."

When it was safe was a vague time frame, he kept repeating until she fully grasped how fucked she was. She didn't know what he had done, but she was sure he wasn't ever going to let her go back home, so she cried. Soon she understood that he wasn't shy about leering or touching with her trapped in his room. He came and went only through the warp gate. He brought back anything she asked for within reason, after she bargained for it.

A deal needed to be made beforehand, like she could only have one-half of her body covered if he brought her a comfy outfit. She could wear the pants, but only a bra for the top, and all the bras were medieval torture devices of lace, wire, and see-through fabric. Ember wore a lot of long shirts. This rule would not change, no matter how much she begged.

This was Tomura being on his best behavior, compromising for what he wanted. Ember is teaching him patience. Tomura liked the cat for more than one reason.

He understood after that first date. The cat wasn't just a signal she could love him. It was a lesson in patience. Ember is his wild kitten, sure she will bite and scratch at first, but with enough time and patience, she will be his Lovergirl.

Two days later, Tomura lied to her about going home. She knew it was probably untrue, but what choice did she have? Her first hint was she was given a fancy dress to wear and told to look "pretty." How the hell was she suppose to look pretty with a black eye?

Tomura was a nervously excited mess, coaching her on how to behave and what to say. Another hint. He had 'Father' on his face, and he was still acting nervous. "But I'm just going home, right?" She asked with no real hope.

"Of course, this is special, though; we have to make a stop first." He lightly scratched his neck and avoided her eyes. She grabbed his hand; he blushed and led her through the black vortex.

Instead of home, she ended up in front of the most terrifying man she has met yet. He wore a strange mask with life support just to meet her. He was cordial and pulled out a seat for her at a table set up with elegant tea and treats. The Master made polite talk about tea while Tomura fidgeted, avoiding her glare.

"My successor is quite enamored with you." "You don't have to describe it like that," Tomura mumbled. "You are stunning, but I'm more interested in your quirk at the moment. Please tell me about it." She was more than a little surprised this guy could see anything much less tell she's 'stunning.' "It's beneficial, and she's proven she's instrumental without it," Tomura quickly says. She shoots Tomura a questioning look, just how much danger was in right now? Why did she have to impress this guy that much? Oh shit, what would happen if she didn't?

"It's nothing special," She says shyly. "I know it's fire immunity, but tell me about the other part. The absorption of fire, how does that work?" "Well, I can absorb fire and expel it from my mouth." "See useful," Tomura interrupts. Itching his neck again, she gently touches the back of his hand, compelling him to put it down. He gives her an annoyed look which quickly turns to pity. It sets off more alarms. Master is giving her a hand gesture to continue.

"I have to expel it within seconds; otherwise, my body turns it to energy, it doesn't amplify it. Hypothetically I could survive on fire instead of food, but I've never tried too hard. Fire doesn't taste great, and there is a limit. When I start to feel too full, it won't turn into energy. I get sick and must expel it; no choice. It's not just fire I'm immune to. It's all heat. I fell into a volcano once," she gives him a nervous laugh and wishes she was in that volcano now. "Yes, I've seen her eat lava. Here show him," Tomura waves Kurogiri over. She shoots him another quizzical look as Kurogiri pours her a cup of boiling tea. From eating actual fire, she knows water is not as hot, but as an example, it would do. She shows everyone like she's performing a parlor trick before downing it. The roiling of the water tickles as it goes down.

She bites into a cookie as a great excuse to not have to talk to these creepy people. The Master is impossible to read, but he's clearly thinking. Tomura is scratching his neck with one hand and loading her plate with tiny cakes with the other. "I'm going to ask you a series of moral dilemma questions. Please answer truthfully." Ember shudders. She doesn't want to know what will happen if he doesn't like her answers or lies. Miserable, she nods yes; she drinks her tea to wet her too-dry mouth.

"A villain and a hero are hurt; who do you help first?" "Whoever has the most serious injury." "What if both are equally injured." "Whoever is A. closer B. having an injury I know I can treat." "What if you are threatened if you treat the other injured individual?" "I will still help," She squeaks, pausing to take a sip and see if he will kill her over this truthful answer. Tomura pipes up again. "She will. I've seen her threatened and still treats them. She's pure," he mutters, decaying a half-eaten cookie. The knife mark still in bright contrast to the ragged nail marks. "Do you like children?" "Love kids," She really does.

"How many would you like? Minimum to a maximum number, please." At this, she coughs and sputters; she doesn't like where any of this is heading. Everybody in the room waits patiently for her answer. "That's a bit complicated. I love the idea of two, but what if it turns out one is more than enough for me to handle. Then there are finances, quality of life, my partner to consider, my own health. Just a lot of variables." "The maximum amount, please." "Four, I guess…..but," he cuts her off. "Would you stay with the father for the child's sake?" "Depends if they are abusive." "What would you do if they are abusive to the child?" "I would intervene."

"Even if you could get hurt or killed?" She looks at Tomura, who is frantically scraping at his neck and eyes now. She can see angry red welts with blood welling up; he's wheezing loudly when she grabs his hand again. This time she keeps it there until he calms down.

"I would die for any child, all life is precious, and the youth is our legacy. If I saw a stranger hitting a strange kid, I would intervene," She says sternly. "You're playing a magic kingdom simulation; how would you conquer the neighboring realm's society? There are no limits as to what you can do," he states. This question ironically made her relax a little; game questions were so much easier. She looks in the steaming teacup, thinking.

"I would poison their wells and spread propaganda to influence the civilians. I would replace their ruler with a puppet, then bribe or threaten all the official representatives. If anyone is left to fight, they will be too weak and opposed by the civilians to doing anything about it." "See, she's perfect," Tomura is vibrating. She can't tell if it's excitement or fear. He looks manic. Ember can't read the Master's expression but he did seem to approve. His fingers are steeple as he leans back to evaluate her. "Very impressive, yes, this will do nicely. Kurogiri pour Ms.Ember the special cocktail. Don't worry, it won't hurt the baby."

"Excuse me? What baby?" "Please drink Ember." Kurogiri whispers in her ear, no one is going to answer her, and Kurogiri's words implied this was a favor to her. She gives Tomura a pleading look, but he is giving her a cold hard stare. The drink tastes salty from her tears, but she drinks it all; Kurogiri catches her before she blacks out.

Ember wakes up tangled in Tomura's limbs, she jolted, for a moment she thought she saw his hand near her face. She doesn't know how, but there is a loss, she can feel it in her, some part of her is now missing. Tomura's eyes open lazily, his limbs tightening and coiling around her like a python. He pressed her to his bare chest, her lips touching his scabbed neck, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine and goosebumps on his flesh.

"You're safe; I have you. No one is ever going to take you from me. Go back to sleep," He whispers. She couldn't tell him that scared her more. "This isn't my home Tomura," she whimpers.

"Of course, it is. This is your home forever." He captured her head under her chin, planting three kisses on top before going back to sleep. She checked and saw that his hands did have gloves on.

Even in his sleep, he held her in a death grip, unwilling to let her squirm away.

Chapter 12

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pointless list of every artist i fw right now

shinigami sewerperson guardin fats’e 93feetofsmoke osquinn caspr skele bladee ecco2k yung sherman yung gud yung lean blackkray yungjzaisdead refegang king christian syveria chime bones greaf drip-133 fleecehop kodyak hellion gin$eng fifty grand stm dylan brady laura les cameronazi $ubjectz zillakami $uicideboy$ lil peep sosmula david shawty savagegasp waifu afourteen lil darkie chanel rose panda eyes illenium inochi xavier wulf chris travis kirbalagoop nothign nothing,nowhere. guccihighwaters coldhart lil tracy surf gang mesh gang trippythakid foxwedding familypet that weird kidd brady amour sakuraburst polearm walzy adharmastru former hero remghost skele irby hm.wav lil skil sk_coldworld curtains kurtains xela trey scarlet lil healix taylor morgan alasen pixel terror yandere pixel terror scapegoat porter robinosn kami oshie aaron kusnier snail’s house yung van yesterday captain sad colliding with mars barren SEBii yung scuff cat soup miruku clams casino josie velvetears sosi crywofl sizzlebird meltycanon w a s shvde doujinshi belis okashi koi lilac delta waves brobak lil rozey drew thea rchitect xori osheen drxxl astari thaiboy digital lil west misogi hnrk omenxiii ghost n ghoul mikey the magician ditc lil aaron smrtdeath king yosef lil lotus yungfuckingaff funeral original god killedmyself lund sloth the virus and antidote heaven chord revenant kaiyko shy 4evr grayera supachefm demxntia saphir scum harvest softheart trbld boy hamilton jay vee kamikaze kay lunafreya night lovell cooliecut prxz thraxx itsoktocry nedarb captain crunch wicca phase doves yawns madeintyo landon cube fish narc lederrick horse head bighead lil kawaii ceejay matt ox trippie redd xxxtentacion speaker knockerz dazegxd braxton knight brakence tommy ice glaive wido alice gas angelus cxdy sybyr lowkeylucifer ciel brody mckeegan keshore curtis heron vague001 vague002 vague003 reaper loudmouf kang oogie mane sihnjin teen pregnancy you’re dreaming lil shine yung skah dj khaled’s son fadedblackid wendigo kais scarlxrd prxjek wifisfuneral yung simmie denzel curry black smurf kellbender yung cortex lil house phone cvrbi jakkyboi eskry the blame tothegood ghostrage servatus lil zubin whxami lil biscuit

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this OC is just a little joke.

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LIST (I’ll post reference later):

1. Angery Smurfette (first/main oc)

2. AnBi

3. Narciss

4. Adonis (original name was Handsome)

5. Sharky

6. Sluggy

7. Eggy

8. Felipe

9. Bluebell

10. Deltay

11. Lily

12. Yuki

13. Iker

14. Angelo

15. Yandere (xD honestly this one was more as a joke of my friend and i)

16. Ugly (same a joke too)

17- Rosa Maria

18. Dahlia

19. Aspen

20. Splatter

21. B

22. Puppeteer

23. Naito

24. Perrierh

(I have like 11 more that i adopted and i did’t gave them name yet)

No smurfs but are part of universe:

Master Ice (villain)

Hydra (villain)

total...

37 Ocs.