#And I'm trash baby for memes

[pokemonlolitaproject]

As requested by somthingstupid247 a coord inspired by the meme Pokemon Tentaquil

#Pokemon #Tentaquil #Meme Pokemon #pokemon lolita project #lolita #lolita fashion #fashion #fashion collage #request #and i'm trash baby for memes

[regularshcw]

tag dump - ooc stuff

🗑️ ooc // trash boat 🗑️ self promo // come to the park 🗑️ promo // flyers on the board 🗑️ starter call // meeting in 10 🗑️ psa // morning announcements 🗑️ memes // quit slacking off and get back to work 🗑️ dash commentary // watching the news 🗑️ answered // dude check out what came for you in the mail 🗑️ open // not settin' up the chairs next time 🗑️ writing // hamboning will save your life one day 🗑️ wishlist // look at it ; you look at it 🗑️ v ; season 1&2 // don't look at our crotches while we synchronize our watches 🗑️ v ; season 3 // we're going to the championship baby 🗑️ v ; season 4 // you're just mad we didn't quit and now you can't fire us 🗑️ v ; season 5 // but you're gonna have to clean this room if you wanna keep living here 🗑️ v ; season 6 // i blew twelve grand on you today 🗑️ v ; season 7&8 // one of you is gonna write a letter of resignation by 5 o'clock 🗑️ v ; season 9 // all we have to do is to make it one day at a time 🗑️ v ; villain // be prepared for the chance of a lifetime ����️ v ; among us // i'm going through vents on a killing spree 🗑️ v ; danganronpa // hope nurtures the seed of despair 🗑️ v ; danganronpa ; mastermind em&benson // pestering with jesters is way underneath my paygrade 🗑️ v ; benson in wonderland // then today is my unbirthday too 🗑️ v ; blood is thicker than water // for you ; there's nothing in this world i wouldn't do 🗑️ v ; csi: crime scene investigation // i woke up in a Soho doorway ; a policeman knew my name 🗑️ v ; just like your father // icarus is flying towards an early grave 🗑️ v ; getting away with murder // it is impossible to never tell the truth 🗑️ v ; guardian angel // pullin' my strings 'til the melody sings and the honesty makes me spread my wings 🗑️ v ; high school never ends // nothing changes but the faces ; the names and the trends 🗑️ v ; momma's boy // our epitaph reads 'mommy knows best' 🗑️ v ; son of death // and i don't need no dog tag ; my name is on my back 🗑️ v ; misery loves company // you wait and see ; you devil undercover 🗑️ v ; tiny tots // adorable hijinks 🗑️ v ; venom // square in the face ; this fuckin' world better prepare to get laced 🗑️ v ; battle crashers // be sure to collect those shiny colorful shards 🗑️ v ; crossover // across the portal into another world

#🗑️ ooc // trash boat #🗑️ self promo // come to the park #🗑️ promo // flyers on the board #🗑️ starter call // meeting in 10 #🗑️ psa // morning announcements #🗑️ memes // quit slacking off and get back to work #🗑️ dash commentary // watching the news #🗑️ answered // dude check out what came for you in the mail #🗑️ open // not settin' up the chairs next time #🗑️ writing // hamboning will save your life one day #🗑️ wishlist // look at it ; you look at it #🗑️ v ; season 1&2 // don't look at our crotches while we synchronize our watches #🗑️ v ; season 3 // we're going to the championship baby #🗑️ v ; season 4 // you're just mad we didn't quit and now you can't fire us #🗑️ v ; season 5 // but you're gonna have to clean this room if you wanna keep living here #🗑️ v ; season 6 // i blew twelve grand on you today #🗑️ v ; season 7&8 // one of you is gonna write a letter of resignation by 5 o'clock #🗑️ v ; season 9 // all we have to do is to make it one day at a time #🗑️ v ; villain // be prepared for the chance of a lifetime #🗑️ v ; among us // i'm going through vents on a killing spree #🗑️ v ; danganronpa // hope nurtures the seed of despair #🗑️ v ; danganronpa ; mastermind em&benson // pestering with jesters is way underneath my paygrade #🗑️ v ; benson in wonderland // then today is my unbirthday too #🗑️ v ; blood is thicker than water // for you ; there's nothing in this world i wouldn't do #🗑️ v ; csi: crime scene investigation // i woke up in a Soho doorway ; a policeman knew my name #🗑️ v ; just like your father // icarus is flying towards an early grave #🗑️ v ; getting away with murder // it is impossible to never tell the truth #🗑️ v ; guardian angel // pullin' my strings 'til the melody sings and the honesty makes me spread my wings #🗑️ v ; high school never ends // nothing changes but the faces ; the names and the trends #🗑️ v ; momma's boy // our epitaph reads 'mommy knows best'

[edensbingham]

( tag dump )

#i see your face every time i dream ; pictures #you know i'm a dreamer but my hearts of gold ; musings #welcome to the jungle we've got fun and games ; interactions #hollywoods dream teens yesterdays trash queens ; hcs #you know she did me well then she broke my heart ; intro #when the wind is howling i'll hold you you near and soothe your troubled mind ; task #take my hand and we'll make it i swear ; event #tag dump #so put another dime in the jukebox baby ; playlist #i'm working on my rewrite ; memes

[willowser]

you had only to look at me—

part one.

bakugou x f!reader

wc: 7.4k+

tags: nsfw (18+), childhood best friend bakugou, oral (f!receiving), m!masturbation, lots of "first time" talk, more angst, more virgin bakugou.

even before i was touched, i belonged to you; you had only to look at me. — the burning heart, louise glück.

this is a repost.

you and bakugou avoid each other just like you did in middle school, only it's a little too easy this time around.

he's terrible at texting back in general, and because you're not initiating any conversations on your own — or sending funny memes or bringing up all might in some capacity — the radio silence draws ever on and on.

the closest you come to interacting with him is getting a snapchat from his mom, his figure in the background at their kitchen table. all you can see is the floof of his hair and the outline of his shoulders, but you're so bothered by the fact that he's home and didn't tell you that you don't even respond.

it officiates things in a bad way; he's really, actually not speaking to you.

and it's — fucking annoying.

at least in the past the distance was mutually and wordlessly agreed upon; you didn't talk because you were busy or didn't have time or anything new to say, but whenever he's come home — because he so rarely does — bakugou has always made his usual, god-honest attempt to irritate you.

and he still is, but this time he's doing it all wrong.

you go through the five stages of grief rather quickly, jumping from denial to anger overnight. several times, you type out something to text him, each message different than the last:

i know you were at your mom's jackass ☠️

it's really not a big deal and i think we should just forget about it, if that's what you wanna do ?

if i crossed some kind of boundary with you then i'm sorry and i won't say that again so you better call me before i put your baby pictures on the internet. i'm serious.

you're my best friend and i don't think it's weird that it happened. if you're being dumb because you're embarrassed, then don't be because i thought it was really hot

unsurprisingly, you don't send any of these and instead just stew in your own aggravation. lunch with him after the whole thing had been just as empty and awkward, and you think he chose the place near your apartment just so you could walk home and he didn't have to spend another second with you.

three months go by, which isn't long compared to other stints you've spent not talking to one another, but this one drags. like a lot. the only good that comes from it is that you graduate from anger to acceptance, finalizing a future without him in it.

except for the few times he invades your brain like a little parasite, red-faced and shuddering, gripping you like a lifeline, and then your stomach flips so hard that you feel sick and it takes genuine effort to check out of that daydream and back into a bakugou-less reality.

and then he shows up at your apartment, uninvited.

his mom hosts a sunday dinner that you don't go to, for several potential reasons. one would be that you'll have to see bakugou and pretend like nothing's happened even though you're still a little peeved; two is that you'll both ignore each other, and that'll reverse all your progress because he's been ignoring you already.

three is that he might not show up, and then you'll have to pretend that it doesn't bother you all night long.

none of that sounds better than watching trash television and falling asleep on your couch, so you tell mitsuki that you're very sick and very sorry, and that you'll make it up to her later.

because of this, the first thing bakugou says to you after you swing the front door open is, "you're supposed to be fuckin' dead."

suffice to say, you're surprised to see him; still outfitted in his hero costume, mask shoved up his forehead so that his hair is wilder than usual. there's kohl smudged around his eyes, messy, and they look brighter and harsher because of it.

there's also a family-mart plastic bag in his right hand.

"what?"

he just grunts, eyes snapping over your figure, dressed down in a too-large sweater and athletic shorts meant for running even though you've never done so in them.

in his hands — still gloved — the plastic crinkles obnoxiously as he holds it out. "old hag told me to bring this to you."

a can of low sodium soup, two apples, gatorade, and something over-the-counter for nausea. there's something else at the very bottom that you don't get the chance to inspect before he interrupts with his big, fat mouth.

"y'look fine to me, so why the hell didn't you go?"

you frown at him and — don't know what to say. clearly, it seems he's going the pretend-it-never-happened route, which is infuriating because he could just as well have done that months ago. even still, he won't hardly meet your gaze, staring for only a moment before rolling his eyes and huffing, sticking them anywhere else. if you peek close, real close, you'd say his ears are a little red, but maybe you're just looking for — something.

you shrug. "didn't feel like it."

he shakes his head like that's the stupidest thing he's ever heard, eyebrow arched. "why the hell not?"

"because, bakugou, i just didn't feel like going, i don't know what else to tell you." you huff, shrugging again when he doesn't say anything. "thanks for the stuff. is that it?"

his lips twist as he thinks, giving you another once-over before sighing. under his tank-top, you watch how his chest expands, the grimace that ripples over his face as he reaches a hand to lightly feel at his right side. "need your help with somethin'."

now you're just being petulant; you snort, raising your eyebrows as his eyes narrow at the sound. "me? are you joking? you need my help with—"

he groans loud enough to drown you out. "y'gonna let me in or y'just gonna run your mouth?" and so you step aside to wave him in wordlessly.

the backpack on his shoulder dumps to the ground by the door and he strolls into the kitchen like he owns the place, despite the fact that he's never been here before. you've lived in the unit for a year, but meetups are so infrequent and showing it off to him was never considered — until now; watching him shuffle through the bag on the counter, your nerves spike at the reality check.

alone together, again. in your apartment. well after dark.

that image of him is so — invasive, sweeping in at the worst times: between your legs, face as red as his eyes, the little moan he kept trying to swallow. how embarrassed he seemed when you asked if he felt good, if you felt good, and the fact that he still admitted it despite everything.

your entire body blazes like a flame to gasoline, and you try to focus on what else he's taking out of the bag, oblivious.

does he think about it at all? the way you have? at the root of the situation, that's what has been most bothersome: is he grossed out? simply embarrassed? does he feel taken advantage of? did he enjoy it and just doesn't know how to say it? the not knowing is driving you insane.

"i got—" bakugou awkwardly angles his body, gently touching at his side again. in his hands is a simple pack of first-aid supplies, like a wound wash and bandages and medical tape. "need you to change this shit for me."

"oh?" is all you can manage to say, still distracted, and whatever is obvious in your voice has his eyes snapping to you from across the kitchen, adam's apple bobbing. you clear your throat, struggling for normalcy. "the hell did you do?"

he's — going to take his shirt off. clearly, by the way he stretches out his shoulders and then slowly reaches behind himself to grab the material by the back, carefully pulling it up over his head with a low, stinging hiss.

bakugou's always been a lean kid — guy — but pulled so taut like that, after years of working out muscles you didn't even know he had, he looks — stupidly shredded, and the slow reveal of his tight stomach is not helping you to focus.

you just never realized how hot it was, because you never looked at him like that. until recently.

his mask comes off with his shirt and he tosses both onto the kitchen counter — again, as if he pays the bills here — and his hair is a mess and he usually doesn't care, but he runs a hand through it several times before finally looking back at you, eyes outlined in black.

"y'gonna help me or...?" he shrugs, trying to appear impassive — but it's too obvious; something's shifted, for the both of you.

you don't trust your voice anymore, so you just shuffle over to him, frowning at the dirty, worn bandage that's already unsticking from his skin. with his teeth, he pulls off his gloves and it's a wonder why he even wears them, really, because his hands are filthy underneath, covered in soot and black-stained grease.

standing like he is, arm slightly raised, you can see all his sweat, muscles shifting under his skin as he breathes, and his hairy armpit is staring you in the face and you don't know when he stopped being 12 and started being 20 and when he became such a man. it's not fair, that he should suddenly be so — attractive.

"you're disgusting," you tell him — and mean it — and it's met with such hot and irritated surprise that you have to keep talking before he explodes. "you should probably take a shower before putting on a new bandage."

it's road-rash up his right side, still shiny and wet and blood red. still raw. just looking at it is enough to make you cringe.

bakugou huffs, exasperated. "okay, gimme a towel then."

"i didn't mean take a shower here!" you squawk, taking a step back as if to further yourself from the suggestion.

detonation imminent; bakugou curls his hands into fists and the same muffled warning you've been getting your whole life crackles. "okay," he says, voice thin and razor sharp. "you're coming back to mine then?"

your whole life flashes before your eyes — or at least the few minutes it took for him to lose his shit between your legs. "what? no, why would i?"

"i need your help with this, dip-shit!"

"you're saying there's no one else that can—"

"if you want me to fuck off, just say so!"

things go silent, startlingly so. totally still, except for the rising flush across his face, one that you used to read as annoyance but are now translating into something else you never could have expected from him: embarrassment. it's starting to give you whiplash, how much you're discovering despite knowing him all your life.

"closet is at the end of hall," you say in surrender. "bathroom will be on your left."

bakugou mutters a quiet, angry little "jesus" before stalking back to the front door to get his bag, and then he's disappearing into the dark of your apartment.

you slump down on your couch and — struggle. watching the tv and absorbing nothing; it's a rerun anyway. the sudden, overwhelming urge to cry washes over you as the shower spray sounds in the background, followed by a low-timbered swear and the clatter of several bottles against the tub.

it's easy to butt heads with bakugou. you don't think there is any other way to interact with him, really, because he's so argumentative and that used to be okay, but now things are — off. you don't know what he's doing, what he wants, why he's here and in your shower when he could be at home or getting patched up at his agency. all the conclusions you can come to are frightening, a little, and they're hard to fathom; is he — does he want more?

is this just because he's a guy that got some action and is looking for a second round, or is this because it's you?

this stupid situation has only added an unnecessary amount of drama to your life, and you think maybe the pretend-it-never-happened route is the smartest path, even if you can't stop thinking about him and the strength coiled in his biceps, in his shoulders, and how tall he's become and — when did he lose most of the baby fat in his face, and when did he get such a sharp jawline?

how much is he working out, to get his body like that? he used to be a skinny, scrappy little thing and now — he can probably lift a truck over his head. must run all the time, though he's always been active, and you've never looked before, but you wonder how nice his ass is.

what he looks like under the shower, soapy and wet.

furiously, you blink out of your daydream, feeling like a foreign body in your own skin; if someone would have told you only a handful of months ago that you'd be having weird, sensual thoughts about your best friend, you would have laughed so hard you'd cried. or puked.

but if anyone else stands in that picture with him, your heart squeezes painfully. traitorously. already, you've shared so many memories with him; the start of elementary school, learning how to swim, giving each other equally bruised faces, staying up all night to study for important exams, tackling middle school graduation side-by-side, him making himself at home in your first apartment, just as you had done in his.

the devil on your shoulder asks: what's a few more firsts?

it seems like the shower stops in record time, but when you hone back in on the tv, the episode has changed and new drama is settling in. distantly, the rattle of the doorknob is more aggressive than it needs to be and when the echo of a swung-open door trails down the hallway, your heart suspends in your throat. never have you had to think this much just to be around him, and it's bothersome.

clean and relaxed, he's — softer; you spare a quick glance at him when he comes to stand beside the couch, distracted by the show on screen, and his hair is damp, starting to stick out again the more it dries. his muscles aren't made of marble anymore; still there and rippling, but he breathes calmly and his skin is baby smooth, tender. you eye his tummy and the line of fine hair running down into the waistband of his sweats, and do your best to ignore the sudden desire to kiss right above his belly-button.

"since when are they talking again?"

just as he looks at you, your gaze shoots back to the screen, eyes narrowing as you try to rapidly remember what's happening in the day-to-day for stay-at-home, pro-hero wives.

"uh," you blink, distracted — and he notices, "what do you mean? they've been hanging out, like, all season."

bakugou watches the tv in silence, occasionally glancing down to the bandage in his hands as he carefully spreads it out, as he dampens the towel with the antiseptic and dabs at his wounds. 

"even after she hit on whatshername's husband?"

"yeah, that was a misunderstanding," you frown at him but he doesn't see it. "remember when they went to that dinner party and all hell broke loose because—"

his flat look serves for a rude interruption. "they go to a lot of fuckin' dinner parties."

"i know, but," you scoff, annoyed, "have you even watched this season?"

bakugou scoffs, mocking and over-dramatic, "yeah, as if i've got all day to sit on my ass and watch your stupid girly—"

"you're watching it right now."

"because you've got it on!" he huffs when you sink into the couch, resolutely trying to ignore him. “start it over then, if you’re gonna cry about it.”

you gape up at him, going as far as to pause the show so that maybe he’ll acknowledge you and all your annoyance; he doesn’t. “start it over? this is, like, episode 26!”

“so? got a hot date or what?”

he’s not at all interested in the answer and that’s obvious when he spins around and holds out the bandage expectantly, staring down at the scrape — glowing red and angry, a mirrored wound you can feel scabbing across your own skin; itchy and irritating. 

finally he looks at you properly, frowning softly and — you see him then, can feel the tension lining his body as you carefully tape on his bandage. trying to hide how uncomfortable he is, though you he’s never had to do so with you in all of — forever. it’s nauseating, and again you're struck by the image of him, only now it's of the horror that had been on his face afterwards, at what you’d done.

it pushes everything over the edge; quietly, so that your voice doesn’t expose anything, you say, “you haven’t spoken to me in three months.”

silence weighs in the air immediately, heavy, and you watch him try to appear unbothered, shrugging as he stares back at the unmoving tv, jaw tight. “phone works both ways.”

“yeah, but,” your hands drop as he steps away to pull on a loose shirt, and you curl your fists into your own. just as he has. “i’m always the one having to reach out—”

“so why didn’t you?”

“what?” frustrated, you massage your temples, trying to soothe the nuclear headache threatening to incinerate you. “are you seriously trying to—”

“what’s the big deal?” he huffs, slumping down into the far corner of the couch before cringing, swearing as he gently touches at his bandage. “you’ve gone longer than that without talkin’ to me, so…”

the tone of his voice is infuriating, as if this is somehow all your fault — and maybe it is, because you shouldn’t have crossed such a boundary with him, but — he can be such a dick.

“it’s not just me bakugou, you could have just as easily picked up the phone, too!” your teeth grind when he shrugs again, leaning his head against his fist as he looks anywhere else. it almost looks like guilt that's dragging his expression down, but you know better than to assume he could feel such a thing. “you always—”

“jesus, if i always do this—”

“shut up for a second, damn!” and then because you can’t stand the stupid look on his face, you kick him in the thigh for good measure; it garners a warning glare, his teeth bared.

he easily catches you by the ankle when you try to kick him again. "tell me what the big fuckin' deal is."

"the big deal? oh, you mean besides the fact that you totally came in your pants?"

it stuns him for a second, eyes wide and face pale, before he's yanking you across the couch, narrowly avoiding the knee aimed for his gut. "you—fucking—!" a smack lands across the back of his head when he ducks and he plants a heavy hand over your face, forcing you to close your eyes and turn away.

"you're gonna blow my head off!"

"if i wanted you dead, you—" he intercepts the hand you blindly reach up with, crossing it awkwardly over your chest so that you're pinned down like a wild animal. "you would be!"

"kiss my ass, katsuki." you snark, and it does something to him, your use of his first name, because he's still for a moment before sitting back and collecting your wrists correctly, to hold against the couch arm above your head.

"you're such a fucking—" he swoops in so low that his nose almost brushes yours and he grabs the front of your sweater with his free hand, like he's gonna shake you down for some lunch money. "fuck, i could just—" and then he groans long and loud, so annoyed he can't find the words.

"yeah, well—"

"shut up," he lightly knocks his forehead into your cheekbone with another dissatisfied sound, letting out a heavy sigh as he sinks his face down into your neck.

all your muscles tighten on instinct, waiting for the sharp bite that's due any second — but his fingers only uncurl from the material of your sweater, slowly slipping around to tangle into the hair at the nape of your neck. his pull there is a little tight, enough for you to know he's got you, but not so much that you're head is aching; you can't imagine you have a sensitive scalp, anyway, after growing up around him.

you want to say something — which is an annoying realization because now you feel like too much of a talker — but you just focus on the heave of his chest over yours, the breath that moves through him. the minute jostle of his hips as he settles further into the space between your legs, almost comfortable. the slight swell of something unfamiliar against your inner thigh.

bakugou presses his face a little further into you, warm, and the tip of his nose drags along the column of your throat. successfully sedating you, distracted by the feel of his parted lips against your skin.

your body is hot all over, very suddenly; the sweater now feels like a death trap and hopefully you don't smell weird, though it's never been a worry before, not around him, and your adrenaline is rushing and you're kinda tired of acting like you don't know why that is.

fuck pretend-it-never-happened. it's been a long three months.

he's almost entirely pressed against you, but there is a small gap of space that closes when you open your legs a little wider, hitching them around his waist as his breath stutters against your neck.

it's happened so quick, so effortlessly yet again; you give a purposeful roll of your hips upward and are lost in him all over.

only — it's different than it was before because straddling his lap hadn't done much for you, but now the weighted outline of him is right against your center and the pressure that drags across you sends tingles up your spine and has your toes curling in your socks. when you let out a tiny gasp at the stomach-flipping sensation, tension coils in every curve of his body and the grip around your wrists and in your hair only tightens.

you can't help it; you let out a "katsuki" in the same heady tone as you did in his apartment and it has him falling easily into the slow grind you've been unable to stop thinking about. what shifts across his face is obvious, against your throat, like the scrunch of his brow and the slow drop of his mouth. he tries to muffle his breathy "oh" into your skin, but it echoes throughout your entire body, has an ache beginning between your thighs that he's already soothing.

the nip comes then, teeth sinking gently into your neck as you weakly cry out in surprise, but it's only for a moment before his tongue — wet and heavy and wide — is tasting over your jugular, lips closing around your skin as he sucks experimentally. you let out a proper moan then, squirming against his hands and up into him so that the pressure doubles for the both of you.

katsuki finally relinquishes your wrists, carding his hand down your body before coming to squeeze your hip, your thigh, locking your leg tight around his waist. "yeah," he rasps, voice deeper than you've ever heard it as he presses his forehead into yours. "how do you fuckin' like it?"

being bitten, he means, vengefully, but you're spread open beneath him and he's rutting the hard length of himself against you roughly, eagerly, and panting open-mouthed and you tighten up at the aggression in his tone and in his hands and his very being and —

"fuck," you gasp, loud and wanton, "fuck, katsuki—"

and then you are kissing your best friend.

the boy from down the street that always ruined your hair and taught you where to place your thumb if you were gonna throw a punch. that used his empty pen cartridge to blow spitballs at you and mocked you for losing crane games, even though he ended up giving you the stupid stuffed animal anyway. that had to be king of the castle, with his stick-sword and cardboard shield. that demanded you be his queen, weeds he picked for you woven carefully into your hair by his hands.

katsuki kisses like he's shy — another term you've never thought of in relation to him and all his fire and brimstone; it's slow and a little delayed in comparison to what his hips are doing, as if he's in his head too much and is trying to figure how to move his lips and when. tentative and chaste, until you run your tongue along the seam of his mouth and pry him open a little more.

it's making you hungry; that possessiveness from before is creeping back in, eager to have him in ways nobody else has. you arch into him, biting at his lips and sighing into his mouth as goosebumps break out across his skin.

with a slant of his head, he deepens the kiss and you can feel his nostrils flaring, the fingernails scratching against your scalp, the bruises he's probably leaving on your thigh. he lets up only to breathe, panting into your ear when he begins to bite and suck on your skin again; your earlobe and neck and even the cut of your jaw. like maybe he's hungry, too.

you fist a hand into his shirt just to tug it up his body, feeling the strong contract of his stomach when your fingers ghost against him. katsuki gets the hint quickly, rising up to his knees to tear the material off — much more harshly than he did before, which has you eying his crinkled bandage — and you move fast to take advantage of the new space.

it gives him pause when you yank down your shorts, pulling your legs back to slip them off and fling them somewhere across the room. his face goes red again, and his heaving chest, too, and his eyelids flutter as he takes in the sight of your flimsy, damp cotton underwear. you start to pull the sweater up your stomach, but he's watching so intently — so ravenous — that you get shy, without a bra underneath the too-hot fabric.

in any other situation, katsuki would have grabbed onto this moment, your hesitation, and held it over your head to come back and poke at. cataloged this little weak spot for future arguments, but now —

not once has he ever been gentle with you in anything; it's enough of a surprise that that's even a possibility for him, for the two of you, but he presses his body back into yours and kisses you deep, calloused fingers tracing over the new skin exposed to him. he doesn't try to push the sweater up any further, but one hand slips up your back, to splay between your shoulder-blades like it had before, and he's so close and you've never known him to be this — careful. with anything.

"y'r so—" katsuki rolls his hips again and groans, whispering against your lips. "fuckin' soft."

his sweatpants are still on and you don't know why, but when you reach down to help tug them off, he grabs your wrist before they can go too far.

he presses the heat from his cheeks into your own, like he wants to share it. "you done this before?"

"have you?"

he frowns at your non-answer. "i asked first."

you have. three times, technically, though a phantom pain echoes in your stomach at the memories, and you feel an odd emptiness in your chest that makes you really glad to have the sweater still on. your answer leaves you a little ashamed, under his gaze, and you purposely turn from it. "would...that bother you?"

before, you wouldn't have cared, didn't care, nor were you even thinking of him when it happened. wherever he must have been; u.a, probably, getting ready to make his lifelong dreams a reality while you trusted a boy that didn't look at you the way katsuki is now. that didn't hold you and touch you and kiss you the way your best friend has.

he scoffs, though it doesn't sound as careless as it usually does and he squeezes his eyes shut so you can't read them. the truth that's hidden there. "no," he lies, "why would—" but he doesn't finish, just sighs.

"it was awful anyway," you tell him, offering a small smile when he peeks down at you. he doesn't say anything, so you kiss him once, twice, until his tension is melting away. "should have been you."

the grip on your thigh turns almost painful and he grinds into you so roughly that you both gasp, loud in the tight, barely-there space between you. "yeah," he rasps, sucking another bruise into the hollow of your throat. "fuckin' should have."

you try to imagine it; eighteen and nervous, naked in front of him for the first time since you were seven and got into paint from his mom's workshop, when she made you both strip down in the same room, furious. how different he might have been with you then, how much more unsure. kinder than your ex, without a doubt, even for katsuki, and he probably wouldn't have even gone through with the whole thing, considering how uncomfortable the first time is.

or maybe it wouldn't have been, with him; maybe he would have looked into it, taken the time to wind you up the same way he is now so that you were eager and wet and ready. looking down at you with his wide, almost-black eyes in the dim light of a table lamp. another first to share.

"if i'd have just," he huffs, allowing his sweats to slip down past his hips. shoulders trembling when he makes you moan out his name again. "fuckin'—grown a pair 'n told you—"

the weight of him becomes more obvious, the straining bulge he's rocking into your core, and seeing it is — really getting to you; wearing such tight boxers, you can tell just how close the pink tip of him is to his waistband, nearly peeking out from just how hard he is.

it takes a shrug to get him out of your shoulder, so you can press your lips back to his. "can still be you, katsuki," you breathe, biting on his bottom lip until his tiny frown is gone. "if you want, it can still be you."

for a minute, he indulges himself in the greedy kiss you're giving him, testing strokes of his tongue against your own as his hips stutter out of rhythm — but it's when your fingers brush through the hair at the base of his stomach, trying to slip a hand into his boxers, that he's gasping into your mouth and pushing his body up and away.

determination settles over his face then — along with his vibrant flush — and he doesn't say anything as he grabs you like it's nothing and scoots you up the couch so that your back is pressed to the arm, propped up. once he settles between your thighs, he just rests his face into the plush of your stomach — which is humiliating and has you squirming, but the firmness returns to his hands; holding your hips so that you'll still, so that he can kiss right above your belly button, just as you wanted to do to him.

heat flares in your own cheeks — and down your chest and in your ears and searing on the back of your neck — when you feel the first puff of his warm breath against your underwear, where you're sensitive and slick and aching.

this is completely new to you; your ex-boyfriend probably never considered tasting you here, certainly not with the same desire that's painted across katsuki's face. you have to slap your hands over your eyes and bite your lip, embarrassed, suddenly, at how desperate the simple press of his mouth to your underwear makes you.

"hey, hey," katsuki grunts, pinching at your hips until you peek at him through your fingers. the highlights of his cheeks are crimson and his eyes are black, glaring with an intensity that makes you shiver. "it's my fuckin' turn."

to make you fall apart, he means, just as he had.

at the first hot drag of his tongue against the material, you squirm, leaning your head back so that your expression is hidden. another grunt comes from him, you think in dissatisfaction, but he continues, laving until your mouth is falling open and the fabric between you is drenched.

he's gone just long enough to be replaced by the ghost of his thumb, touching you much too-gently. hunger has you stealing another look at him, watching behind your hands as he stares, blatantly, at the mess he's already made of you, stroking the pad of his finger against the sodden material in interest.

discovering; a curious swipe over where you're aching has you sighing and trembling and his eyes jump back up to your covered face, open mouth curling into the faintest smirk as he does it again and again and again. it's bullshit — how quickly he's figured you out, almost as if your body was meant to be unraveled by his hands — but then again, it didn't take you long either, did it?

"katsuki," you hiss, digging a hand into the hair at the crown of his head, tugging on it until his smile is dropping and his eyes are lidding. your body is on fire and your legs are trying to close around his head, hips squirming as he toys with you, like the little brat he is.

deadly serious, he grabs your underwear and holds it tightly in his fist so that you can wiggle one leg free, and then he's tugging it out of his way and devouring you whole.

it's sloppy, the mixture of spit and slick as runs his tongue through you, wet and wide, and you're so sensitive that you squeak out in surprise, fingers tightening. a groan punches from deep in his chest and your hips buck at the vibration of it, drawn so tight already.

"oh my—" you gasp, dropping your other hand from your face to grip the couch; eyes closed, you're somewhere else entirely, lost in the clumsy swirl of pleasure between your thighs.

katsuki raises his head to breathe, reaffirming your grip in his hair by wrapping his fingers tight over your own. at the shiny sight of his mouth, you can't help but to whimper with a needy roll of your hips, until he's simply sticking out his tongue and allowing you to ride it, to use it as you need to. it's embarrassing, how desperate you are, but his eyes are knife-sharp and trained on you and you've never experienced anything like this.

he moves then, slipping one hand further up under your sweater, cupping your breast carefully as his lids flutter — and the other is shoved between his hips and where they're pressed into the couch. you tighten up at just the idea of him rutting into his hand while kissing your messy slit, moaning openly, head falling back as your eyes start to roll.

this is — fuck — you've never been so turned on in all your life and it's driving you crazy; at one point in time, the thought of bakugou like this would have grossed you out, but now you think it's only like this because of him. anyone else wasn't right, not the way he is, and he's maybe a little impatient and unwieldy, but it's katsuki. between your legs with his mouth on you — something he wanted — and his fingers are brushing over your nipple and the other is down his pants, wrist flexing and —

"fuck, oh fuck, i—" you try to sit up, chasing blindly after the high, but he forces you back down. a long groan is muffled by your skin and when he lifts his chin just a little, a glob of spit falls off his lips and the sight makes your toes curl before he presses back into you and sucks.

everything goes blank as you free-fall into him and you cum quietly, muscles so taut in your body that your voice can't even squeeze out of your throat. the minute you're able to breathe, he's biting a mark into your thigh and yanking you back down under him, lips slick against yours.

tasting yourself on his tongue has you coming out of the heady haze, ravenous; katsuki helps you to shove his boxers down, though he can only gasp tightly when he grinds against you, coating himself.

"'m not—" his soft hair tickles your face when he shakes his head, arms trembling beside your head. "i won't be able to—"

"keep going," you breathe, smearing your mess over the tip of him and down his length as he groans. "i don't care, keep going."

he smashes his lips to yours, though he's only able to meet the pump of your hand a few times before dropping his forehead to your shoulder, spine curling, fingers digging into your hair. katsuki swears long and low, eventually letting out a soft sound you wouldn't have expected from him as his entire body tenses and he spills onto your stomach.

"goddamn it," he moans into the fabric of your sweater, weary, after a long moment. "now 'm fuckin' tired."

and for some reason that makes you laugh, though the lust is dissipating and your nerves are trembling at the memory of how this ended last time. katsuki pulls away suddenly, making your stomach drop, and he doesn't look at you as he detangles himself, awkwardly shuffling away from the couch and out of sight.

you frown down at the mess on your stomach, the way it's pooling in your belly-button — and you'll be damned to let him leave you like this, but just as you finishing reciting over and over what you want to say, he appears, towel in hand.

it's still damp from his shower and you tense on instinct, waiting for him to start twirling it with that stupid grin on his face, but katsuki only arranges your legs so that he can sit between them, carefully wiping you off as his cheeks burn. and you just watch him, the way he runs a hand over your skin to make sure he got it all before helping to finagle your underwear back on properly.

then he just looks at the tv, unmoving. if he's trying to appear casual at all, it's a piss-poor job — but he's never been able to keep his fat mouth shut for long.

the look he gives you lacks its usual heat, though you can't tell if that's just because he's drained or if he's withdrawn for another reason. "what now? six months, a year before you talk to me again?"

and you're annoyed all over again.

"what?" you return his weak glare, sitting up properly so that you're right in his face. "are you kidding me? you didn't talk to me either."

"the hell did you want me to say?" he scoffs and — you could slap him, for ruining everything so quickly. wipe that stupid look off his face with your fist. "'sorry i busted a nut, you free for dinner?'"

"yeah!" the shrill tone of your voice makes his eyes widen, and you throw your hands up in the air, incensed. "that sounds wonderful in comparison to coming home and avoiding me."

"i didn't avoid you," he mutters, though his eyes drift back to the tv. "just didn't have shit to say."

"bakugou," you slap your hands over your face for the second time, though this one is much worse than the last. "how is that fucking fair? what did you want me to say?"

and now — his eyes are full and furious, mouth curling down into an ugly frown that you've so rarely had the pleasure of seeing on his face; every time his mother made you go home and when you told him you weren't gonna try to test into u.a. when he overheard your girl friends teasing you for liking an older boy in your school.

when he was losing you, you realize.

"'m not doin' this shit with you," he mutters, definitive, before swiping his shirt up off the floor and standing. "not doin' this bakugou shit."

"oh my god," you groan, rising, too, because your stomach is twisting at the thought of him leaving again, no matter how angry he's making you. "what does that even mean?"

you trail him as he stomps into your kitchen to grab his work shirt and mask from the counter, trying to interrupt him at every turn, and the scowl on his face only grows when you shoot to stand in front of the door, just as he reaches for his bag.

"you can't—"

"this," he seethes, gesturing to you and then himself before gritting his teeth so hard that they should shatter. "this is why i didn't wanna fuckin' talk to you."

you knew he didn't. the minute lunch ended and when you made out his shape in mitsuki's snapchat: you knew. but hearing it from his mouth is as much of a confirmation as it is a kick in the gut.

there's more he's struggling to say, mouth shifting as he chews on the words and the skin of his lips. his gaze jumps from you to the door to something on the counter before he's swallowing again, staring down at you with brand new eyes.

the light in the kitchen makes them shine, angry and sad. "i can't—" he sighs, nostrils flaring like he's mad at himself for struggling. "go back to bakugou, not after—" a vague hand waves toward the couch. "maybe this is just, i don't know, whatever to you, but i — fuckin' can't."

tell me what the big fuckin' deal is; earlier, he'd demanded it of you, why the silence mattered so much this time when it didn't seem to matter before. in the midst of your anger, you didn't think twice about his wording but now —

he wanted you to say it. katsuki wanted to hear you say that it hurt to be without him for so long, and he kept his distance because he was afraid that you wouldn't.

"you're so stupid," you mutter it quietly, and his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, enraged, but before he can get another dumb word out, you loop your arms around his neck and just — kiss him.

not crazy or wild or lust-driven, just your lips to his, slowly working him out of the shell he's tried to hide behind.

the bag in his hand hits the ground with a soft thud and then his arm is wrapping around your back, tugging you to him as he finally breathes and opens his mouth — and lets you in.

when you cup the sides of his neck, katsuki inhales sharply through his nose, pulse jumping under your fingers, and his lashes flutter against your cheeks as he opens his eyes. he pulls back enough so that you can stare at each other and you realize that eyeliner is still clinging to his lids, making him seem sharper than usual.

you're a little stunned, then, at how beautiful he is. 

"i can't go back to bakugou either, dumbass." gently, you knock your forehead into his, smiling at the pout on his face. "you've totally screwed that up for me."

"yeah, well," he huffs, "about time. only took you all my goddamn life."

"sorry i'm late."

"what else is new?" he rolls his eyes and you squeak, indignant, before sticking your tongue out at him, patience worn thin already.

you expect a bite or a pinch to the cheek or another rough violence that falls along the lines that have made up your relationship thus far — but instead there is only something soft that reflects in his eyes and the shy kiss he presses to your lips, something that he's kept safe just for you, guarded, with his stick-sword and cardboard shield.

#narrator voice: willow did not have the spoons to extend the ending #whoopsie #okie okie part 2 #✿ willow writes #✿ one shot: bakugou

[mudkirby]

Pebbles In order of appearance.

@druidshollow lore lore lore Dune lore lore

@flickering-nightfall whole reason I draw Pebbles the way I do since first exposure

@toxictoxicities b u f f

@dennis7231 still waiting on them dropwigs >:)

@weepinglilvessel ant snooooot

@mudkirby me :> 🔫

@shkika love your Suns

@northflowerowo Sorry I shoved him so far down lol

Honourable mentions/ shout outs: @trashiiplant Howwow Knight and Wainwowld :D

@kelnexia is lurking.

@daszombes Thank you for explaining lore, giving us peak story telling and characters to simp for in the form of the Iterator Logs. What? No Pebbles? Don't care. You're on here now.

Druid's Hollow, the first time I ever saw your YouTube channel was with the Distant Frontier video after just having gotten into Iterator Logs. One of the most pivotal pieces of media you've made in my life was God- Jake Daniels. That single video alone gave me the push I needed to make my first Rainworld oc Parting Clouds. The stories surrounding your characters (and Dune) are creative beyond my ability to write stories. Keep up your top tier memery.

Flickering Nightfall, I'ma put this in a nutshell. Duckdance. After that I found your blog via Google before I made a Tumblr and became enthralled by your content. From something as obscure to me as Infinity Train to Pebbles ragdolling, you were essentially my gateway into liking Iterators. I love the purple. I need moar.

Vic, b u f f I haven't known your blog long and was introduced to you through the My Goodbye animation. Since I was sort of entirely new to Rainworld at that point, I had no idea what was happening. I just saw a well drawn thing and went "oooooo". I'm all for Suns' antenna twitches and NSH box head. Also, body pillow 💀

Dennis, one of the first blogs I found when I first started Tumblr. I found you through the @iterator-ask-blog and found bullying Pebbles hilarious. I love the way you draw the yellow things on his head and I just appreciate that you do digital in general. I do not, will not and proceeds to die if I must. I've seen quick progress with your art style as well. Keep going.

Vessel, I barely know you. Who da heck are ye? I saw your art style once and knew I needed to follow. The way you draw Pebbles and Moon are so satisfying to stare at for minutes and I had way too much fun replicating that s n o o t. I don't know what you're up to with them aside from chaos. Murky Seas' story and design are fantastic. RIP

Shkika, I only found you through the @ask-looks-to-the-moon blog and love the way you draw the Iterators. It's very stylistic without straying too far. The three fingered hands to the goofy faces Moon expresses makes me smile. B a l l s. My Suns design was more so inspired by the way you make him as you were somehow the first Suns exposure. You're the only reason I can't see him without fluff. How did you make Pebbles cute kavvkatkcfadal

Northflowo, way back in 2022 in my first exposure to Hollow Knight, I found your channel through the Baby Mantis skin video with Nosk along with the lore in a nutshell video. Any other content I saw I forgor. In any case, your channel was there in my search for knowledge on that game. Fast-forward to the near conclusion of 2023 when I was first introduced to Rainworld. In my hunt for memes and more knowledge, I found the other lore in a nutshell video and realized you were the perfect channel for me as you had plenty of other content on that subject. Your art still manages to astound me, especially with the shot you did in the map Pliocene and the Warrior Cats redraws like with the waterfall. I'm trash at drawing backgrounds and might learn something from you.

And of great importance to me, @bornt-urnge/@zigmatism

@kitterjitters /@offended-dragon

Thank you for every moment of drawing from Pokemon to Kirby to Mire (oc) and anything else. You have made some of the largest impacts on my life, drawing, game choices and I've enjoyed every moment. I want to have more ridiculous sessions like that in the future and look forward to it.

Some of you have been around in my life for some time and others I've just found. All the same, every single art piece you've made has inspired me no matter how polished, memed or "trash". All of you have made an impact on me, no matter how miniscule. I look forward to the future with anticipation for all of your art. Have a terrific year, and with my deepest gratitude, thank you. Thank you for being here. Thank you for reading this.

#rain world #iterator #five pebbles #fp rw #art #me when when uhhh me theeeeee uuhhh umm me when the #adhd/add #man #pinned post #mud rants #i wrote this at like 1 am #i felt really generous #looking at it now i regret nothing #at least 1 am me was licid enough to make this good

[hell-drabbles]

So the Leviathan meme I sent you earlier got me a small brain rot. So Here we go-

-

Ever since your temporary stay in Hades, everything become much more hassles than it already is.

The king of this place, leviathan himself, seems to be infatuated by you for an unknown reason. It could be the usual 'you're the descendant of Solomon' or you simply didn't hold the same interest you have in him the way he is to you, even as he graciously welcomed your arrival with open arms, weird but who knows.

Upon the dark sky greets you from the enormous window, you long drift off to unconsciousness. everything became a white noise even the sudden creaking sound of your door getting opened, small, wet, and sloppy footsteps walking directly into your bed before climbing, although clumsily, into your bed and rolling into your chest.

Your breath started to ragged as if something just punched the air out of your lungs. Your eyes slowly flutter open as you adjust the darkness surrounding you, with only a small fading light coming from the window but even that is enough to see a looming silhouette akin to...

A circle???

Your hand instinctively reaches and wraps around the 'something', earning a squick of surprise and resistance, as you quickly sit up. Whatever the thing in your hand seems undoubtedly soft and squishy, although something at the top of its head seems hard and long. you almost mistake it for a plushie if it weren't for the constant trashing around, trying to get out of your grip, and a bunch of high-pitched squick.

You pull the curtains to the side, basking further in the light of the luminous orb as you finally see what is in your grip. It looks just like a plushie as you first thought it was, it had small stubby wings and a beak though, which reminds you of a baby duck so it's not a plushie. But the body is round and it has a pitch-black button-like eye that always almost makes it look serious, just like any normal plushies. Also, it has beige-colored hair and a pair of horns with a silver chain attached on both sides.

Kinda weird but it seems that accessories reminded you of something, or rather someone as only one devil you had known so far, had those in its head. Maybe it could be Leviathan's pet? He didn't seem the type to keep a plushie around, let alone something that looked like him. But it couldn't just be that this... thing freely just passed by around. This is not Gehenna nor Tartaros.

You thought was cut when another high-pitched sound was made. You abruptly let go, watching it fall and bounce against the sheets before hastily rolling back to your lap.

"Oi"

You reach your hand out again as you try to pry off the thing clinging to your lap, it responds with an incoherent squick that sounds like cursing as it slaps your hand away with its small wings. Remaining stubborn about staying on your side.

"Brat" you hiss, although no venom was bitten into it. You were amused, having this small creature try to act like it was above you.

"Fine, I let you stay here for tonight but I'm sure Leviathan will not be happy with a trespasser like you"

You already can imagine the chaos Leviathan is about to cause when he finally acknowledges something that not only looks like him but also manages to gain your attention.

-

I wanted to keep this as long as I could in my inbox but I must show the world this!

Rather than go to Leviathan and tell him of this fluffy trespasser, you went to grab some food first because your needs come before anyone else. Of course, this little creature had to come with you, though you eventually did stuff him in your pockets because you needed your hands to carry your stuff back to your bedroom.

Sure, sure there's a dining room but that place is too big and you're too irritated to handle morning chatter and whatever potential horny antics might come up just because you're eating.

Anyways, the little chick that stumbled into your room would not stop trying to climb out of your pocket, so you just unhooked the chain on his horns and forced them through a belt loop. Now he just hangs and swings about, flapping his wings as you brought your food back to your room.

You set your food down, your curtains already open to let the light in, and place the small bird thing on your table. Dizzy from the not so stable ride, the Leviathan look alike rolled on his side until he hit your bowl.

You sat down and the chick regained is bearings. When he tried to climb up your shirt, you put a finger on his head and pushed him down.

"No," you firmly said, "I'm eating. Sit and let me enjoy my meal."

And just to be sure he doesn't sneak off and do mischief elsewhere, you grabbed him and kept him in your fist. Though, not so tightly as to make his eyes pop out.

The chick cheeped and shrieked and you just squashed his head under your thumb. Only then did he finally quiet down.

About a minute later, you realized that you were actually suffocating him and him go with an "Oh shit."

The bird didn't roll this time. If anything, you can see the dissatisfaction in those beady black eyes. He pecked at your fingers until you had no choice but to put him in your vice grip. He pecked at your thumb and you squashed his head again.

Only then did you hear a satisfied sigh.

"The resemblance goes beyond looks, huh?"

Well, you learned something new today.

#admin #whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad #drabble #writer: dyssey #reader insert #artist: dyssey

[olderthannetfic]

ONTF, you're older than I am, you're highly media literate, maybe you'll know: what was the appeal of the Joss Whedon style of writing to begin with? Everyone whateverishly wording their phrasey bits in that very Whedon-y way never did anything for me, positive or negative, and the constant need to have comedy during serious moments or interrupt a serious moment with either snark or a remark that nods towards tropes diffuses the tension to the point where I can't get invested. None of his characters ever felt capable of having sincere moments like most characters in other things I watch, and the few moments of that they did have would get undermined by one of the aforementioned flaws.

I do think the "omg worst writer EVER!" crowd is a bit much, because I've seen things so bad that Whedon looks like Shakespeare by comparison. But my half-sister, who is 25 years older than me and thus in her late 40's, swears Joss' style is revolutionary and deep. And frankly I've been wrong about a lot of media I used to hate and I'm open to the idea I'm missing something. It's super likely given my limited media exposure, though I am admittedly trying to work on that and branch out into more genres of media and more formats so I don't become that 'guy who has only seen Boss Baby thinks every movie has Boss Baby vibes' meme.

So. What am I missing? What's the context I'm missing and the key here that will allow me to appreciate the appeal of and enduring fandom for Whedon's work? I am admittedly a fandom baby but I am willing to learn.

--

I mean... I despised him from the get go, other than the Buffy movie, which I still quote that death scene from regularly, so I'm probably not the best person to describe what's appealing about his style.

But one-liners during action are a common taste even if I'm fonder of the sorts of homoerotic 80s trash Ruthless Reviews used to cover.

Ironic distance is also popular and easier to swallow than earnestness for a lot of people.

However, I do think Buffy's original audience was connecting with it emotionally. Look at the part where Buffy's all upset after the most clownishly 1980s take on loss of virginity and heavyhanded metaphors for guys being jerks that just made every writer involved seem excessively middle-aged and out of touch Giles asks if she has any idea what could have happened to Angel. For people who weren't going to high school in 90s California, that bilge was apparently very moving. Certainly, there are parts of Buffy where the quips die down for some actual emotional moments.

People like style. Something that commits to being aggressively stylized will often stand out from the bland clones that surround it. Look at Wes Anderson (another creator I don't particularly like). Whedon's godawful faux-witty dialogue did sound different from other things on TV at the time. He also lets women say some of the one-liners, which is sorely missing from most media.

But mostly, he was formative for a lot of people, and I had to live through many, many years of them earnestly entreating me to give his shitty writing another chance because this time I would somehow connect with this sex-negative parasite and his casting aesthetic that I didn't find hot or interesting.

(I like dumb and campy things. I just like them to star a bunch of body builders from New Zealand, not waifs.)

People always hold up the things they imprinted on as more revolutionary and deep than they seem in retrospect. In Whedon's case, his already obnoxious style suffers from having been copied so much since, but even if he weren't famous or popular, if you were talking to that one person whose adolescence was defined by their love of him, they'd say all this same nonsense your sister does.

[emmaelix]

Someone Call Keigo; Hawks x Reader

I DO NOT OWN MHA THE ANIME OR THE MANGA. NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS ARE MINE EXCEPT FOR Y/N. MEMES ARE NOT MINE. 

Full Title: Someone Call Keigo: Hawks X Pregnant Wife! Reader

Y/n: Your Name. Y/L/N: Your Last Name Y/H/C: Your Hair Color. Y/E/C: Your Eye Color. Y/S/C: Your Skin Color

Ships in This One-Shot: Keigo Takami (Hawks) X Reader/ You, Mineta X Trash

Your Quirk: You're basically Mic but with quieter powers. Your quirk is called Megaphone, it allows you to yell at amplified levels. The only problem? You can lose your voice very quickly. 

It wasn't that Y/n resented her husband for being a Pro Hero. She always wanted to be one but had found her quirk more useful in the Disaster Squad, a set of five or six individuals with quirks that could help in a large-scale emergency. She had created it with the help of her husband, Keigo Takami. Aka, Pro Hero Hawks. 

She also didn't resent his trainee, Fumikage Tokoyami, for asking Keigo to help him train. That was kind of his job, after all. And she was glad she was currently in the main dorms of UA. Because she really needed their help. 

Y/n was eight and a half months pregnant. That, in itself, was her problem. Because her water had broken early. This was her first baby, so she had no clue what to expect. Fortunately, Momo Yaoyorozu had gotten a hold of Todoroki's older sister, Fuyumi, who thankfully was off of work today. 

"Just breath," Fuyumi said as Y/n sat distressed in a chair. She hadn't gotten any contractions yet, but what really worried her was that Keigo wasn't picking up his phone. At all. And Y/n knew that Keigo wouldn't break his word to her and go on patrol, would he? 

"Momo, can you call Tokoyami for me? Kei isn't picking up his phone," Momo looked confused for a second before registering that Kei meant Pro Hero Hawks. 

"Okay, he should have his phone on," Momo said, clicking a button on her phone as it began to ring. Soon after, a voicemail message played. Hello, you've reached Fumikage Tokoyami. Please note that as I have not picked up the phone I'm probably on patrol. Please leave your name and number and I will try to get back to you as soon as possible. Click!

"Tokoyami, this is Momo. Call me back when you can," Momo said before hanging up. 

Fuyumi's phone began to buzz. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, but this is my principal. He's probably calling about one of my students, I should-" Fuyumi started before Y/n cut her off. 

"I get it, it's work. Go talk to him, and if you can come back, please do, if you can't I understand."

Fuyumi smiled slightly before picking up her phone and quickly walking out of the room. 

The reason Y/n was even here was because of her work. She was here talking to the students about her program, which Momo and Ochaco had already been helping her with. However, she still didn't know everyone in Class 1-A. 

A small boy with purple balls on his head walked in and immediately stopped when he saw Y/n and some of the girls from 1-A. Is this a teacher's child? She wondered as he walked towards them. 

Momo made a gagging sound at the sight of the boy. "Mineta, get out. We have better things to do them be harassed."

Harassed? "Momo? Who is this?" Y/n asked the teen next to her as Momo glared, slightly uncharacteristically at Mineta. 

"A perv who unfortunately goes to UA." 

"And who might you be, pretty lady?" Mineta asked, walking up to the chair Y/n sat in. 

"Someone you don't want to mess with. My name is Soundclap, but you might also know me from my husband. Pro Hero Hawks," Y/n said, glaring daggers at Mineta. If the girls she worked with didn't like him, she didn't like him either. Mineta yelped and ran away. Momo laughed. 

"Thank you, Sensei Sou-" Before Momo could finish her sentence her phone began to ring. "Oh! It's Tokoyami. Hello?" 

Momo put Tokoyami on speakerphone. "Momo? What's wrong? I got your message. Sensei Hawks and I are on patrol." 

"Well, he's not supposed to be," Y/n said, lowering her voice and clenching her fists. 

"What? Why?" 

"Because I'm in LABOR!" Y/n yelled through the phone, using her quirk at the end of her sentence. 

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"Because I'm in LABOR!" Whoever was on the phone with Tokoyami, Hawks could hear them yelling through the phone so loudly that Tokoyami had to remove the phone from his ear and put it on speakerphone. 

"AND BESIDES THAT, THE FLYING ASSHOLE WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE HIS PHONE ON AT ALL TIMES! ESPECIALLY SINCE I'M IN LABOR AT THE UA DORMS WHILE HE'S ON FREAKING PATROL!" Suddenly, Hawks realized who was on the phone. His wife. 

Tokoyami looked from his phone to Hawks with fear in his bird-like eyes. Hawks was frozen in place. "Did she say... labor?" He squeaked. "Y/n's gonna kill me," He muttered to himself as he walked in circles. He picked up one of the unconscious villains in the alleyway. 

"I'm not gonna see my child because my wife's gonna kill me!" He shrieked to the man he held by the collar. Hawks' wings furled and unfurled with his heavy breathing.

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"Well, I thought you were dead already since you weren't picking up your phone! But now I guess I get to do the honors!" Y/n yelled as tears started to run down her cheeks. If Keigo was here right now he would stroke her cheek and kiss away her tears. But he wasn't here, he was on patrol, which he promised he wouldn't do until the baby was born. He had made that promise almost a month ago. Did he really just forget that quickly?

Momo seemed to notice her distress. "Do you need me to talk to him?" Y/n sighed and nodded, knowing that overstressing would be bad for the baby. 

"Listen, Pro Hero Hawks. Your wife is a crying mess, and she might have a child - your child - at any point. So I don't give a damn if you're on patrol or if you have villains to fight. Give me your coordinates, I'll gladly fill in, but you need to be here with your wife," Momo paused before she picked back up the phone. "And furthermore she told me you broke a promise you made to her? Wasn't that promise you wouldn't go on patrol in the first place?" 

Hawks was stuttering on the other end of the phone. How was it, Y/n wondered, that a sixteen-year-old girl commanded so much authority? "I'm sorry if I overstepped any boundaries, but I felt it needed to be said," Momo said, smiling softly and picking the phone back up as Tokoyami picked up the phone. 

"I think your little chat worked, Momo, Sensei Hawks is having a nervous meltdown, I think. Or breakdown? Anyway, I think he's going to get us back to UA." 

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I really enjoyed writing this. It won't be a regular theme, but it's still fun.

#hawks x reader #mha #my hero acedamia #mineta's a perv #pregnant reader #hawks x pregnant reader #mentions of labor

[pokemonlolitaproject]

Can you do tentaquil :)

If you don't know it was an old meme in the Pokémon community about someone misremembering a Pokémon or something

Lol, you know what I'll give it a shot but it might take a bit till I can get to it properly (my schedule is about to get pretty busy soon)

#asks #This does not negate my stance on people's fan pokemon though #You'd still need to commission one because of such a limited audience #This is more of a meme than anything #And I'm trash baby for memes

[unkownbee]

Hamliza Wedding Anniversary Quotes: Part 2 ✨✨

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Alexander: Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreshing.

Eliza, looking up from the floor where she's playing dolls with baby Angie: Are you a software update? Because not right now.

(She's having play time with the kiddies)

Alexander: Surgery is basically just stabbing someone to life.

Eliza: Please never become a surgeon.

(He would say this. That is an irrefutable fact)

Eliza: Come on Alexander, do it for our marriage. You can't put a price on that.

Alexander: Yes I can, dear. Fifty dollars.

(He's joking, btw. He'd do anything for her. Except take care of himself and have a proper sleep schedule)

Eliza, near tears: Please, Alexander, I don’t speak meme! I don't know what a 'yeet' is!

(This one is just poor sillies and I'm all here for it)

Eliza: You’re an idiot.

Alexander, looking smug and extremely proud of himself: That’s the charm.

Eliza: ...

Eliza: I can't say that that's untrue-

(And she fell for it. She fell for his idiotic charm)

Alexander: Eliza is playing hard to get.

Alexander: Little does she know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

(You silly little insomniac, you. Why would she ever even want to get rid of you? <3)

Alexander: *Walks to cabinet, removes oreo box, takes half a sleeve, throws empty box out.* Hi, Liza!

Eliza: Hey- what are you doing-?

Alexander, shoving an oreo into his mouth: I am saving space :D

(I love him so much)

Alexander: Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet?

Eliza: What? Like J F K W S Q X-

Alexander: No, like, U R A Q T.

Eliza: Awwww!

(He got that Alphabet Rizz 😏)

Alexander: Dude-

Eliza: No, no, hold up, rewind.

Eliza: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me dude??

(Eliza is genuinely baffled)

Alexander: Talk dirty to me, baby~

Eliza: The dishes.

Alexander: Wh-

Eliza: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.

(When your wife is tired of your bs and reminding you to do your chores)

Eliza: I have feelings for you.

Alexander: Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?

Eliza: We should be partners.

Alexander: You mean like, partners in crime?

Eliza: Yeah... that’s precisely what I meant.

(Don't worry, guys. He's just a little clueless sometimes. He's just a silly little dense guy 😁)

Eliza: Alexander, how could you possibly have gotten into this much trouble in one day?

Alexander: It... It didn't take me the whole day...

(This is so him)

Eliza: Did it hurt when you fell-

Alexander: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-

Eliza: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Alexander: ...

Eliza: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

Alexander: Can you cut me some slack, Eliza? I’m sort of in love.

Eliza: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem.

Alexander: I’m in love with you.

Eliza: *Blushes.* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

*Alexander and Eliza are in Paris.*

Alexander: I'm...moved. I...I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now. I feel...destiny?

Eliza: But...

Alexander: I don't know what it is. I feel like... I just never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes. And here it is. It's just there. It's right in front of me, and...

Eliza: This is what you wanted to see? The bridge from Inception?

Alexander: Yeah.

Eliza: But the Eiffel Tower is behind us, babe.

Alexander: Yeah, but this is the bridge FROM INCEPTION.

Eliza: Okay, alright.

(She finds his dorkiness and excitement adorable 😁🥰✨)

Alexander: Relationships should be 50/50. Eliza cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

Alexander, throwing his head into Eliza's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!

Eliza, lovingly stroking his hair: You're pretty annoying, that's what you are.

Eliza: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash.

Alexander: Oh. We're going out?

Eliza: Wh...

(She sits him down and gives him a lecture on why he's wonderful and an amazing person the way he is)

Eliza: I owe you one.

Alexander: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

#hamilton #hamiltrash #hamilton incorrect quotes #hamilton the musical #incorrect quotes #alexander hamilton #hamliza incorrect quotes #hamliza #hamilton x eliza

[tavina-writes]

3, 7, and 16 for the trash meme

Biscuit!!! :DDDD

3. and ur really trashy im-going-to-hell ship I answered 3 here. But I could also say that I feel many of my ships could fit this definition if we really wanted to! I just really love terrible ships okay :D.

7. What is ur guiltiest guilty fave fandom

I am cringe but free. all of my fandoms are equally fun, but I suppose my favorite fun fandom to still be in is that I still really like Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Something about criminal mafia babies that make no sense speaks to me on a deep level. Is it passé to still be into anime from the 2010s? I'm also still into Skip Beat! and I remember all my beloved shoujo manga very fondly because I was a major shoujo girlie back in the day...

16. what is ur favourite ridiculous au

definitely the modern 3zun + NHS au where NMJ is a hot bee professor who goes viral on twitter for yelling at pesticide companies, JGS wants him dead bc JGS is a major pesticide lobbyist and JGY is in the corner going "da-ge I cannot fucking control where my dad spends his money." Also NHS is "studying abroad" which mostly means he's started an aesthetic coffee Instagram as he travels Europe.

#asks and answers #fandom trash questions ask game #I am still really fond of that modern au #I just run into 'oh but I'd have to think about anti asian racism and modern events' every time I try writing it #:(

[amaranthsynthesis]

I have never made a pinned post on tumblr so here goes nothing! I'm getting back into art for the first time in a couple of years, and back into writing for the first time in even longer--my ask box is always open and i love chatting

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SOME POINTS OF INTEREST

index doc for all Ballard ask memes/meta posts // Dark Urge Multiverse Polycule // Durgetash Hot Topic Playlist // Gortash Trash Playlist

ELSEWHERE

AO3 - amaranthSynthesis (SHAYCH___xxvii) // DISCORD - finncomorbid // SPOTIFY - finnegan j hands

TAG NAVIGATING

writing tag - writings // art tag - artings // bestest baby boy Ballard Halvyriin's tag - Ballard // unnamed (unstarted) original serial - awful triad horror show

#pinned post #about me

[akiragatr]

interpreting your repeated requests for more pokemons as you wanting a LOT, so: porygon, porygon2, porygon-z! uhh hattrem, caterpie, dunsparce, deoxys!

Porygon- 7/10

The fact that the Porygon line was banned from the Pokemon anime when The Incident happened in the 90's is utterly trash. Leave my boy alone, he did nothing wrong! #Justice4Porygon

Porygon2 10/10 RUBBER DUCKIE. Shaped. I'm love him.... <3

Porygon-Z- 9/10 Rubber duckie but something is Wrong With Him. Absolutely unhinged. Bless.

Hattrem- 6/10 That's why her hat is so big. It's full of secrets. Cute, but not a particular fan of this evo line tbh.

Dunsparce- 8/10 I love this dumb little baby and his stupidly tiny wings. Dudunsparce is funny for the memes, but I do kinda wish it had gotten a flying type evo.

Deoxys- 7/10 I can't get over the fact that it sometimes just has. hands. Hands McGee. The different formes are a neat idea, and I like the idea of alien DNA and mutation as its basis. Attack Forme looks the coolest, and Defense Forme looks kinda like Samus. The shiny physically hurts my eyes to look at though. Kickass battle theme, though.

#my posts #Pokemon #porygon #porygon2 #porygon-z #hattrem #dunsparce #deoxys

[greypetrel]

🎯 Unhinged Character Bingo 🎯

Tagged by @ndostairlyrium, thank you it's been so fun x°D

I uhm... Invent OCs because I want to explore things and ideas. If I invent one, they're instantly under a microscope, oops.

Starting with Aisling

She's insane in the way the Mythbusters are. She WILL make things explode just to see what happens. And yes she has mommy issues why did you think she tried to jump at Cassandra LOL. (she's my favourite Barbie atm) I would have added the "Leave them alone" but she's friendly and she will actively pursue people so it's pointless.

Following with our trash Raina-ccon

She's the blorbo I accidentally poured too much of myself into ahahahahahhahahahahah *anxiety disasters*

She attracts the angst like honey attracts flies, sorry baby. And the raccoon tail was very necessary, yes.

Ending with Alyra

I torture them because I hate myself meaning that when she'll realise I'm torturing her she'll get to me and punch me. Leave her alone because she will make you leave her alone (also seriously she deserves a holiday). BUT she's the most stable, mentally, of the three.

Also RIP I won't ever draw her more accurately than in this meme, look at her on the left that's her.

Tagging: @salsedinepicta @demandthedoodles @shivunin @transprincecaspian @melisusthewee @layalu @daggerbean @idolsgf @rowanisawriter @zenstrike @star--nymph @noobsydraws (Hi! Hope you don't mind the tag!)

Of course feel free to skip this if you don't like the meme, no obligations! Here's the blank:

#tagged petrel #unhinged character bingo #dragon age #aisling lavellan #raina hawke #alyra mahariel #personalizing them has been the funniest thing ever LOL

[piltover-sharpshooter]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍.

Tagged By: @witchcraftandburialdirt (Thank you dear!)

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have? ━━ This is going to sound incredibly basic, but it was Caitlyn's depiction in the Warriors cinematic. Before that Cait was always shown in her awful stripper parody of herself costume, so seeing her be so cool while at the same time getting the itch to get back into RP was a perfect combination. And I'm glad too, cause I started writing a few moments before she became extremely popular cause of her ASU and Arcane, so I always have some food and inspiration!

is there anything you don’t like to write? ━━ Not per se? I tend to be open to a lot of stuff depending on the partner I am writing with. If it counts, I guess I don't like being thrusted into a position where I HAVE to write something I'm not comfortable with without my partner having double checked.

is there anything you really enjoy writing? ━━ I'm going to be real with you chief, I like writing dumb shit. It's just fun, I try to both have fun with my writing and make others have fun as well. I love angst, I love smut, I love fluff, I adore all of it, but funny stuff? Comedy? Oh that's my jam, I am here for the memes.

how do you come up with headcanons? ━━70% of the time it's usually me talking to other people and a subject with be brought up, like amount of languages learnt, or instruments, and such and I end up thinking how does Cait relate. The other 30% it's actually something I have completly stolen from other media lol. I will just see something that jumps at me and think 'Oh Cait can do that too'

do you write in silence or do you play music?  ━━ I tend to write in silence, if nothing else because listening to music while writing makes my brain's wires get mixed. There are times when I listen to music, but it's more for ideation and inspiration.

do you plan your replies or wing them? ━━I tend to wing it! I ask beforehand if we have a plan for the specific thread, and if so I try to steer it in that direction, but for the most part I don't know what I will do until I get behind the keyboard.

do you enjoy shipping?  ━━ Absolutely, I am a ship whore. Clarification, I don't ship with anyone ever, and I do enjoy just a biiiit of preamble, characters meeting and interacting

what’s your alias/name?  ━━ Monkey or Choncc preferably

age? ━━ 27

birthday? ━━ The 25th of October

favorite color? ━━ It changes depending on my mood, but purple

favorite song? ━━ Don't have one! I tend to listen to a lot of stuff until I get bored of it and move on until I decide I can come back to it kek. At the moment my favorite song to listen to is Industry Baby .

last movie you watched? ━━ Madame Web, it was trash, I loved it.

last show you watched? ━━ Dungeon Meshi! Sidenote, WATCH DUNGEON MESHI.

last song you listened to? ━━Molgera's Theme Remix. (Blame @songofsilentechoes I've been listening to it religiously)

favorite food? ━━ Oh fuck, I'm a fat bastard how can I pick ONE?! You have milanesas, pasta carbonara, pizza, and so much more....shit I'll have to go with a classic and say double cheese burger, but that's a tough one and very interchangable.

favorite season? ━━ Winter. FUCK THE HEAT, ALL MY HOMIES HATE THE HEAT. COLD SQUAD FOR LIFE. Unless I'm at the beach

do you have a Tumblr best friend? ━━ Shoutout to my VAMPIRE SQUAD. @thegoldentigress/@nova--spark , @angelicxlly , @heredis-sanguinis and @weapon-turned-jack

Tagging: @songofsilentechoes @risingshine @undercity-merc @ferinehuntress @shimmerbeasts @playgroundmonsters @blackrosesmatron @darkin-of-shurima @heredis-sanguinis @weapon-turned-jack @nova--spark And whoever else wants to!

#occ #mun post #thanks for the tag! #long post

[jianghushenanigans]

5, 6, 12, 14 for the trash meme!

5: who is your sinnamon roll fave who everyone loves to hate/hates to love

uhhh probably Jin Guangyao? I can't even think about anyone else who counts. what is sinning anyway

6: who is your trash fave who is so problematic they probably have hate tumblrs dedicated to them

if the MLC fandom was the same size as the Untamed fandom there would definitely be hate tumblrs for Shan Gudao. Unfortunately he's shixiong and I think he was merely led astray and none of it was his fault (ok bits of it were his fault. but still)

12: what is your cutest headcanon

cute? in my headcanons? sounds fake I only sell angst and crack

baby Lin Shu snored so loud that he always woke baby Jingyan up, but bb!JY would cry if his mother and aunt tried to separate him from his favourite cousin so they had to just leave him there and deal with cranky baby Jingyan all afternoon

14: what is your crackiest crack ship

ok so neither of these are like the crackiest maybe because they have things in common and like plausible opportunity to meet each other off screen but i'm gonna say either Meng Yao/Wen Xu or Meng Zhi/Xiao Jingyu. Mostly so I can post this:

Also: Nie Mingjue/Jin Zixun. Now that's a crack ship

Questions from here

#ask game