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skitskatdacat63 · 8 months

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In true tradition, here are my thoughts on my drawings, because it was in fact: 7 AM

Okay so Fernando I is, as stated, super ostentatious. Why? Because it fits him but also because it's based on the real life guy. In all the paintings I could find of Philip V, in most of them he is wearing at least some kind of armor, and if not, is dressed pretty dramatically imo. And I will not be drawing a full set of armor, but it felt a bit weird to leave it our entirely so. Also historically I do think it's so interesting he was portrayed this way, since he was described as someone who was "only interested in outward decorum and brave only in battle."(again: how fernando coded hahaha)

See! Super dramatic! Also I made this meme that is only comprehensible to me

Seriously, why is he pointing in half of his paintings???? I couldn't find a concrete answer so I will give my personal analysis 😤 I like to think that it's symbolism for how he's always moving forward, like "here's will I go will go next!" ....or the artists just couldn't figure out what to do with his hands, I feel the struggle.

Oh also important to note!! His heels!! I am obsessed with this fashion detail from the time:

Nandopoleon is super important to me, it's why @sweatyflytrap and I became friends in the first place 🥺🥺🥺 so it felt very surreal to draw him because I've been thinking about him for a while. I want to make an actual web weave with quotes lined up with Fernando's career, or stuff comparing their personalities. Or draw him recreating one of the iconic paintings(probably the one with Napeoleon crowning himself emperor, I think it's fitting.) But to draw him in that classic pose, im very happy :)

And as I said already, Hussars are very fun to draw because it is such a general AU. The joy of it is more about figuring out how to incorporate the details of the real life racesuits to the uniform. If I didn't only primarily love to draw Fernando and Seb, i would be like "request a driver for the Hussar AU!" But I don't know how well that would go 😭

Anyways end of post. I think the reason why I've been feeling a lot more creatively driven and passionate is because it's a lot easier to draw so much when you know other people will be interested/want to discuss it with you! I used to have a friend that I would talk a lot about my OCs with, and guess what, back then I drew a lot more of them than I do now. It's not that I need outside validation to draw, I draw plenty for myself, but more that it makes me feel more happy about it, because I know that I'll get to talk about it with other people and see other people's thoughts, rather than just me being the sole participant. As you guys know, I like to talk. A lot. So it's very nice for it not all to be in my head(I am crazy) 😭😭 So thank you to everyone for your continued interest <3 you sustain me 🥺🥺

#i just remember when i first picked up digital drawing #+ and like maybe teh first couple years into drawing #i would just draw constantly and draw so much #and yknow the more my art develops the harder it is i guess?#because i get into this mindset where everything has to be perfect and correct #but drawing so many chibis has kinda reset that a bit in my mind #i get to practice my rendering but on a smaller scale with less stakes !#but yes seriously everyone sustains me 🥺🥺🥺 ive had so much fun explaining these and talking about them #dont want to get too sappy!!!#catie.rambling.txt #nandopoleon alonsoparte #boy king au

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beetlethebug · 11 months

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The Megidos!! Based on the piece Water Snakes II by Gustav Klimt, who’s my favorite artist!

#look at them your honor #i fucking love the megidos so much!! they deserve everything and more #tbh wanna do more klimt inspired pieces because he's my fave artist #this was fun!! it's not like? fully rendered by any means because art is still. so new especially digitally alsdkghdkgh but #i had fun and that's the important part!!!#homestuck #homestuck fanart #megidos #aradia megido #damara megido #the handmaiden (homestuck)#fanart #my art

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alchemiclee · 16 hours

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who needs sleep when you can make a really cool arlecchino music video instead :DDD

#i think its done!!!! going to render it and then check to make sure everything is in place...then probably find mistakes and mess with it #might try to upload it to youtube but theres no promises it will work 😅#internet is awful right now and cant even upload a pic on tumblr. have to turn wifi off my phone and use data to do anything #but i really wanna share this. i think its so cool and i had so much fun making this!!!!!¡#im smiling like a goofy nerd while watching it because I DID THAT :DDDDD #I MADE A THING!!!!!!!!

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moonstruckdraws · 4 months

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The Changes Through Time

And my project is finish! My gift to the CAS series and @somerandomdudelmao! (This is technically supposed to be for the 1 year anniversary of CAS, but I don't have the time to post it on the 12th and I don't understand the queue system lol)

I deeply love this series as I have made fanart for it before several times and honestly it really improved my art. Cass is also an amazing creator and I look forward to anything they post in the future.

(A bit of a spiel about the illustrations from this point on)

I was honestly going to go for more of a tarot card style with boarders and everything, but as I was composing the 1st illustration, I ditched the idea and just when for simple text. The third image (like how tarot cards read the past, present/current, & future) was going to be the present, but honestly I was confused enough trying to decide which illustration was the past & future with the first two. Plus the "current" state of the story doesn't have much significance yet (and references of them aren't made because it's generally their other outfits) so I went with their spirits!

1st illustration: Representing the start of it all with the current state of all the characters. Of course we didn't know the condition of Raph in the beginning, but since he remained static until Casey found him I believe it's safe to assume that he was in that state the whole time. This illustration is unfortunately my least favorite because it's not rendered the same as the others, due to it being the first fully rendered image I've done in a while. But oh well, I still like it for the most part.

2nd illustration: Representing all of the turtles resurrections with a group hug. Not much else to note about the meaning other than the fact that I almost gave Leo an arm that he does not have. This one was also the greatest to render as I had the most fun with the bright colors. This one is definitely my favorite.

3rd illustration: Representing the turtles spirits when they were dead. Though the last one was the best to render, this one was the best to compose as a whole. Mikey and Donnie were the easiest to do since their broken states were shown in the comic, but with Raph and Leo I had to be a bit creative. With Raph I wanted to show the lack of his senses due to being in a robot for a long time and everything being subconscious. It's not as strongly detailed as the others, but he did have the most stable conditions compared to the rest of his brothers. With Leo I wanted to display his lack of self physically. Since he was fading away, at first, I wanted his spirit to be more faded and weaker compared to the rest.

Nothing else to be said that wasn't said before, but I am very glad that I started reading CAS. I've never felt more invested and moved by a fanmade comic before, so this experience is actually life changing for me. And seeing others fanart for it only inspired me! I am truly amazed by Cass and this series. Happy early 1 year anniversary

#rottmnt #cass fanart tag #cass apocalypse series #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt casey jr

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angelshimaa · 6 months

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━━ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐓 ;; 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

✧ cw :: gn!reader, angsty (heh), there is arguing and yelling here, reader is called 'clingy'

✧ a/n :: fun fact, this started out as a kirishima piece, but the dialogue said 'bakugou' so i changed it :D haven't written arguments before methinks, but i hope this is good !!

part 2 !

you knew how abrasive of a person he was, but you'd never felt it for yourself. every sentence felt like the sting of scraping your skin, and he just wouldn't stop.

the person standing in front of you looks like him. the same eyes, the same blond hair, the same voice that once never said anything to you with such poisonous intent.

but the bitterness in his words? the volume in them— a volume you dared to match with your own voice— it wasn't the loudness you knew.

and, as katsuki goes on and on, you wonder when the last time was that you could claim to know him.

you fall silent, eyes glassy and you stare. he notices the shift in the air, the shift in your face, and he snaps out of it.

"what are we doing here, katsuki?"

it's barely above a whisper and you're thankful your voice remains steady. you hope he can see how the hurt looks, draped across your face, and you wonder if he can feel it too.

"the hell do you mean, y/n?"

"what are we doing here, katsuki? how much more are we going to yell at each other like this? half the time i— i don't even remember why we're arguing. do you enjoy it?"

katsuki's face is unreadable. "enjoy it? you think i enjoy being like this? that i want to come home to endless problems, that i want to have every little thing psychoanalysed because you just can't leave me alone?"

it's a red-hot slap across the face, but not one hard enough to render you speechless.

"coming home? you want to talk about coming home, when you're never here? you're never here, katsuki!"

you clap your hands with each word of the last sentence, and it only escalates the situation.

his eyebrows are permanently creased and he scowls— it's ugly and malicious. you've never known him to be so ugly. "it's no wonder when you act like this all the damn time! always yapping away with your clingy ass— home isn't home when i know i have this to come back to," he gestures at you.

silence stabs, but it doesn't compare to the sharp, dagger-shaped words you've hurled at each other. you feel cemented to the floor with how heavy your body seems, and all you can do is look at him.

"i see."

in that moment, it becomes apparent to you just how close the end of everything is. the lump in your throat is as heavy as you feel, and as much of an invader as you are to his home and his peace, apparently.

there isn't much else to be said.

when you try to swallow the ache in your throat, and make to move to the door, katsuki understands just how harshly he's stomped on your heart. he watches you through glasses of fading anger, and as red becomes normal he understands the gravity of it all.

"i— i've overstayed my welcome, it seems. i'll go." you throw over your shoulder as you leave.

"enjoy your home, bakugou."

you don't slam the door— but he wishes you had. he wishes there was rage in how you left— rage was what he could deal with. instead, he hears the soft click of the door— he hears the hopelessness and the surrender in your departure— and along with it, the end of your relationship.

✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

#— signed ⋆·ʚ⁺#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo angst #bakugou angst #mha angst #bnha angst #mha bakugou #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou drabble #bakugou x you #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader

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boxbug · 7 months

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A Canary’s Final Flight

My piece for @trafficzine 4th edition! Get it for free here! 200 pages of excellent art and fics, incredible work from all participants and from the mods especially!! huge shoutout to the mods for real

Process notes under the cut! (I struggled a lot so it's a bit of a novel)

So the entire process was a Ride. I knew when I picked this prompt that I was going to have a hard time, because Jimmy’s final death had been illustrated a billion times over by extremely talented artists. But I had a Vision of the snapshot of the second before the impact, when everything is still but you know what’s about happen. It was very much inspired by the clip of Fog by Jabberwocky, bu the thing is, they have the advantage of all the build up of the fall, and that’s when the trouble started.

This was my first version, and obviously it wasn't working. And I was trying so hard, with so many iterations! Small wings, big wings, no wings, different poses, less backgrounds elements. I'd done compositions were everything seemed peaceful but something is Wrong, but it wasn't working this time.

So instead I focused on what rendering I'd like to do - I tried a painterly approach, for that visceral feeling, but it wasn't working either (but hey, I did keep the red sky, so, progress)

At this point I'd been doing back and forths for weeks and I was just as lost as at the start. Now that's my tip for people who make art of any kind, in situations like that, stop thinking about how you can make the best piece possible, and think about you can have fun with it (because when you aren't it's visible). And for that was, 1 - going back to using ink and pen nibs and doing way too detailed inking, and 2- looking at Dave McKean's covers for Sandman (which, funnily enough, was also a reference for my previous trafficzine piece)

And from there I was actually going somewhere! Between the jagged rocks, the red sky, and the increased verticality with the borders, I had hit the vibes I wanted.

I did some experimentation with the border, and even though I really liked the bad boys I drew they were taking too much away from the lonely desolation, so I actually used Red (Unecessary Redstone)'s idea of all of Jimmy's worldy's possessions scattered on the ground post impact, with the idea to make it looks like the central image is his grave being dug.

(and yes for a short amount of time the were supposed to be clock markings on the sun, but there was already enough going with the wings so I scrapped that) (also fun fact the reason why the wings aren't fully material but more ghostly is because my toddler cousin was watching me draw the very first draft and asked why he didn't just use his wings and i went :( so the wings are a metaphor now)

So from there I found a bunch of picture and took some myself, cut and assembled everything together, added shadows in all the appropriate places, and repainted some elements so that everything would look better intergrated (some of the wheats are basically 100% handpainted, the cardboard as well). This took a suprisingly long amount of time, but I was done!

Well I wasn't expecting to have that much to say, but I hope if you're still reading, it was at least interesting!

#trafficzine #limited life #limlife #limlife fanart #jimmy solidarity fanart #solidaritygaming #i forgot all the tags augh #curse of not posting often #mcyt fanart #mcyt #zine illustration #zines #my art

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lunaelemon · 1 month

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ᥫ᭡ Slut alert- Having him fuck you dumb wasn't enough, now you gotta fight your low iron levels too?

Maybe riding him wasn't the best idea when you have anemia but it was worth it~

MDNI

"Tired already, precious?" His breathless voice reached your ringing ears as you moaned softly, biting on your lower lip to suppress it as his hips bounced you up and down on his dick. The fat, thick base of his cock stretching you out as your hips crashed with his with each bounce, every squelch and every moan.

It was all fun and games until you opened your eyes to look down at him, maybe tease him a bit about his whiny moans when you almost lurch forward from dizziness, somehow holding back by squeezing your eyes shut, black spots taking over your vision as you gasped every time the curve of his dick rubbed against that one particular spot, basically kissing your cervix while you struggled to get words out of your lips.

His cock fucking the words out of you as your mind was rendered dumb, drunk on the way his hips rolled against you, the way his voice called you filthy names, his rough hands playing with your bouncing tits as his name rolled from your tongue like a mantra.

He fucked you mean, fucked you mean enough for you to feel more stimulated by his dick than the constant blackening of your vision everytime you opened your eyes.

"Fuck fuck fuck toru...m'gonna cum....cock reaching so deep fuckkk"

His hair was sticking to his forehead as he let out a low chuckle, smirking at the way your eyes rolled back every time he abused that spot with his dick, pressing up against it, pushing you down on his cock as it squelched around his girth.

Taking in his inches so fucking good. His nasty girl.

"Look at me baby. Wanna look in your pretty eyes while you milk me, hm? Fuckin' me nasty, lemme look at your eyes, okay?"

You swallowed back as you tried opening your eyes only to see black, everything spinning around you, feeling lightheaded as he bounced you in a rhythmic motion.

His lithe fingers rubbing soft circles on your clit, squeezing out whimpers from you as your thighs trembled from exhaustion.

"Your pussy is making such pretty noises for me, such a pretty tune"

Filthy, nasty fucker

You closed your eyes again, much to his suspicions as he frowned at your reluctance to follow his requests...orders

"Can't...just...just lemme cum please" you whined out, you didn't want to stop just yet due to this shitty condition.

"Babe? What happened"

His thrusts stopped abruptly as you let out a loud whine, trying to grind against him only to have him hold you down by your waist, leaving angry red marks as you begrudgingly stopped.

"Fu-ckkkk toru..just a lil bit more...just feel a little lightheaded-"

"I told you we don't have to do cowgirl, your body isn't fit enough for it. Wait let me bring you some water."

"Why did you let me fuck you through it"

His voice was stern and authoritative as he just proved his own point as to why you didn't tell him mid fuck, rolling your eyes at his words.

He swiftly pulled out of you, leaving your aching hole empty, making you whimper as you slumped on the bed on your stomach, chest heaving from exhaustion as your legs trembled from being this close to orgasm seconds ago.

"Here you go"

As you drank from the glass, you noticed him staring at you, his eyes seemingly making a decision as they glanced all over your sweaty mess of a body.

"Only missionary for you now. I don't want you to bounce on my cock, fighting your orgasm and your low iron levels"

"Ugh come onnn, it's not that bad toru"

"Nuh uh, and I'm looking into your diet starting today."

He placed the glass on the bedside table, before continuing his next sentence. He always had so much to say -

"Now lay down on your back sweetheart, finish what you were doing before"

Well that worked out, but obviously in missionary

ᥫ᭡ Authors note - I kinda wanted to make it a headcannon for all jkk men but I got impatient cuz this is so brainrotting, this is so filthy omg

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#lunaepost #gojo satoru #gojo drabbles #gojo smut #jjk smut #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen

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tender-rosiey · 2 years

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my wife — gojo satoru x f!reader

ᴀ/ɴ: yum protective gojo

you understood why your relationship had to be hidden. gojo lived in a world where anything he holds dear is subject to any kind of pain, and he loved you way too much to witness you go through that.

he couldn’t bare the thought of any harm coming your way, you, out of everything and everyone he had, were too precious for him to lose.

so imagine what he felt when he couldn’t find you anywhere in the house, your usual places for dates and his clan’s mansion.

the clan who thought you were but a mere plaything, a no emotions attached kind of thing.

you were supposed to be there though; he left you there and told them not to let anyone come near the room you were saying in, so where the hell are you?

his steps echoed through out the halls and each and every person can tell that he is mad, absolutely livid. he noticed in the corner of his eyes one of the members of the house, he moved in wide strides before he is finally in front of the man.

gojo holds him harshly by the collar, slamming him onto the wall as he speaks, “where is she?” the guard stutters, unable to form a single coherent word. gojo applies more pressure to the guy’s neck, “I am not asking again after this. WHERE THE FUCK IS MY WIFE?!”

“my lord, I swear to you! I know nothing of a wife!” the man cries out.

gojo furiously replies, “obviously you don’t, but didn’t I say not to let anyone and I meant anyone come near the woman in that room?”

the servant gulps before answering, “lord naoya said you told him to come and get—“ soon the man is thrown to the ground and coughs out blood.

“I expect not to see your face again in the mansion,” gojo says before he exits out of the door.

your tears won’t stop cascading down your face, and your body can’t stop its trembling in the face of the man who is wickedly grinding in front of you.

you are tied up, rendered useless, a mere non-sorcerer. the blonde man’s hand holds your chin as he checks your face, “gojo sure chose a pretty one,” his face inches closer to you and you squirm trying to pull away, “don’t worry; it will be fun.”

the cloth around your mouth finally comes undone and you scream with all your might, “SATORU!” and the man slaps you.

“you bitch—“

behind the man is your husband, somehow smiling, “hey wifey!”

“satoru…” you mumble his name in relief.

he holds naoya by the back of his collar before throwing him behind him.

your husband kneels in front of you, and unties your ropes. his hand caresses your face, “I am just gonna deal with him then we can go back home, ‘kay?” you nod softly and he presses a kiss to your cheek, “don’t worry; it won’t take any time.”

his eyebrows furrow at the mark on your face before he lets out a sigh.

“now!” he chirps, turning to naoya, “I believe we have some business to settle, no?”

said man stands up wincing, his body rather bruised just from the throw gojo did, “oh it’s nothing; I was merely wanting to see just what is it that’s so good about her that you would marry a non-sorcerer—“ he takes a breath, still having the energy to smirk, “she has a pretty good body; doesn’t she, satoru-chan?”

in a split second, naoya’s face is slammed into the ground and gojo’s foot on his head, pressing it further to the ground, “keep my wife out of this, naoya.”

in a pathetic attempt, naoya tries to break out of this predicament, but gojo breaks his arms making him release an agonizing scream. you’re grateful you turned around like satoru told you passingly, in a voice anyone can barely hear.

“this should teach you a lesson, naoya-chan,” he finally steps off him, “stay away from my wife or this is the last time you get to feel any of your limbs, you or anyone else.”

gojo finally is beside you, his arms slipping under your knee and back so he can carry you bridal style, “we are gonna go home now,” and the smile on his face makes your body release all the tension it has been feeling and you hold him tightly.

you hear him chuckle before you’re teleported to your shared house, “home sweet home!” your husband says out loud after setting you down.

“yeah…” you reply back tiredly. you approach your husband’s back and wrap your arms your arms around him once again so he intertwines your fingers while you speak softly, “thank you, ‘toru.”

“don’t worry,” he assures, “it won’t happen again; I swear to you.”

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specialagentlokitty · 18 days

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Aizawa x reader - I need you safe

maybe reader is about to die, says smth like that, but doesn't die and Shou makes fun of them for it (in a relieved way lol) - @nyxiethesimp 💜

How a simple training field trip turned into a full on attack by the league of villains you didn’t know, you had no clue how they got there, how they even knew you were there.

Grabbing the hand of the student behind you, you began to run again, dragging her along with you.

You didn’t know many of the students, you weren’t a teacher, you were just an extra set of hands that UA asked to tag along.

“Go! With the rest!”

Pushing the girl ahead of you, you spun around to face the villain.

He looked insane and you could barely dodge his attack, blades shooting from his teeth.

Rolling to the side, you began to lure him away from the students, hoping to get somewhere more secluded so you could fight him.

You were fast, agile, and that’s all you really had going for you as you clutched at your dagger tightly.

Jumping over to a tree, you pushed yourself off it, spinning around as you launched yourself at the villain.

He dodged you, trying to stab you again, but he missed and you attacked once more, trying to use your agility to your advantage.

You launched for the blades that he was using to move around, kicking them to snap them, making him fall over.

Running over, you reached out with your hand, aiming to place it on his head, hoping if you drained enough energy from him it would render him unconscious.

When you were over him, he yelled, blades shooting out in all directions, stabbing you in the stomach.

You clenched your jaw, ripping yourself from it, and you could feel your wounds healing themselves.

It was going to take time, regeneration wasn’t straight away, and it all depended on how much energy you had stored up in the first place.

You charged again, going to attack.

You weren’t going to hold back, you were going to keep this villain focused on you for as long as possible, anything to get the students away.

As you took more and more hits, you could only land small hits on him, you weren’t sure how much more you could take while still standing.

Taking a deep breath, you forced all your stored energy into healing the biggest wounds, and you gripped your dagger tightly as you charged again.

The villain let out an annoyed yell, sending a full force attack at you which sent you flying to the ground, blood pooling around you.

“Energetic!”

You were picked up by tiger, and he rushed away with you in his arms.

“No! No.. the.. the students…”

You tried to move, but he held you tighter as he ran through the trees.

“They’re fine!”

You breathed deeply, placing your hand over your stomach, feeling your blood rushing through your fingers.

Your vision was pulsating, everything hurt all over, and when you were rushed into the resort the lighter were blinding.

You were taking into a room, carefully laid down on the floor, you could feel something being wrapped around your wounds.

“It’s not the best, but it’ll do. Vlad watch them! Make sure they don’t try to move!” Tiger barked out.

“Right!”

The face of the pro hero stood over you, and he gave you a crooked smile, placing his hand on your shoulder, putting your hand on his arm.

“Do what you have to do.”

You shook your head, clenching your jaw as pain shot through you.

“I.. I can’t… you.. you need energy… protect them…”

“You need energy to regenerate, I’ll be fine.”

You slowly shook your head again, refusing, and you moved your hand off his arm, placing it over your stomach.

You weren’t going to put him at risk by taking his energy, he needed it in case the villains came this far.

Some of the students walked over, and you felt Mina take your hand, giving you a teary smile.

“I don’t need mine!”

You gave a weak smile.

“No… it’s a painful.. process…”

“Please! You need to start regenerating!” She pleaded.

Other students came to offer the same thing, offering up the energy they had to you.

You refused to take it from them, to take someone’s energy is like ripping the life force straight from someone else, if you took too much they would pass out, and it’s incredibly painful to have to ripped away.

It’s why you refused.

Some pro heroes could take it, all might, endeavour, vlad king, you had used your quirk on them, and they barely managed to withstand the pain.

You weren’t going to use the same quirk on the students, you had enough energy to stop the bleeding a little bit, but not much, but it would bug you some time.

You let out pained breaths, staring up at the ceiling, using the little energy you had left to keep the pain at bay.

When you burned through that final reserve it was going to hit you like a truck, but you were hoping it would buy you some time.

You couldn’t die here.

Not in front of them.

You couldn’t die in front of the students, they needed to have hope, and if you died now it would destroy them.

So you kept holding on.

You didn’t know how long had passed, but you heard the pounding of feet, you gripped your dagger tightly in your freehand, ready to attack, and Vlad King was doing the same.

The door was thrown open, you heard some talking but you couldn’t focus on it, but you didn’t see the students getting ushered away by some police.

You saw black eyes peering down at you, and he knelt above your head, placing his hands on the side of your face, running his thumbs along your skin.

“Help is nearly here…” he whispered.

You reached up with, placing your hand on his wrist.

Aizawa could hear your strained breathing, you were struggling so much to stay awake, to stay fighting, your body was trembling with pain.

He could see the small shimmer of your quirk over your body, but it was slowly fading, you were nearly out of energy.

“You’re going to be okay, just use your quirk on me.”

You weakly nodded your head.

“N..no…”

“Don’t be so stubborn!” He yelled.

Tears filled his eyes, he’d watched so many people leave in front of him, go, leave him behind, if you did the same it would destroy him completely.

“I can handle it! Use your quirk!”

“I.. I can’t.. hurt you…”

“I don’t care! You’ll die if you don’t!”

He leant down, placing his forehead on yours, hiding his face from the officers who were trying to help stop the bleeding.

He felt you bring a hand up, tangling your fingers into the hair on the back of his head to hold him there.

“If I don’t… make it… back from where I’ve… gone just know… I’ve loved you all along…” you whispered.

“I know you do…” he whispered, “but you can’t die here… not like this…”

“I’m sorry…”

He took a deep breath, pulling away so he could look at you.

You were crying, and you kept your hand on the back of his head to keep him close.

He wiping your tears for you, giving you a little smile that only you could see, he wiped the small amount of blood that trailed from your mouth.

“You don’t have to be sorry… don’t apologise for being hurt it’s stupid…”

You smiled weakly.

“Stay with me…”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

You gave a small nod of your head, and he reached up, taking your hand in his so he could hold it, letting you know that he was still there.

You were still awake when medics came, but you were soon rushed away.

You weren’t any visitors for months, you were kept hooked up to machines, and anybody that wanted to see you had to stand outside the room.

Your body was fragile from the injuries you sustained, and the overuse of your quirk, so much as a cold could’ve been devastating.

For weeks after the incident you were unstable, on the verge of death, constantly coding, but you eventually got stable.

When you were allowed visitors a lot of students and pro heroes came to see you, but Aizawa spent the most time at your side when he could.

He wasn’t there when you woke up, but when he got the news he rushed over as soon as he could, making his way into your room to see you sitting up.

You still had your oxygen mask on, he was told you couldn’t take it off because your lung wasn’t fully recovered.

You turned your head when you heard him come in, and your eyes lit up, a wide smile spreading across your face.

You held your hands out, letting him walk over, sitting on the bed with you, resting his head carefully on your chest as you held him.

You gently ran your hand over his hair, occasionally brushing some of it away from your face.

“They said in a couple of months you can be released, but you won’t be able to use your quirk for a long time, and you won’t be able to return to hero duties for at least a year.” He explained.

You nodded your head, looking out of the window before turning back to him.

You turned his head up so you could see his face, giving him a bright smile.

You held your hand over his heart, patting his chest a few times.

“Yeah, I love you too.” He whispered.

Soon you were walking about, wondering up and down your room, then you were able to talk again, and eventually you were released.

Aizawa had signed your release forms, meaning you were released into his care, so you moved into the UA teachers dorms with him.

You were standing in front of him, holding your shirt up while he changed the bandages around your stomach.

“They said it would take longer to heal, since my body is so used to my energy quirk healing them, it’s not used to healing on its own.”

“As long as it doesn’t get infected you’ll be fine.” He said.

He stood up, and you dropped your shirt back down, sitting down on the bed with a small groan of pain.

“I’ll be back in a few hours, don’t wonder off.”

“Yeah yeah I know.”

He nodded, walking over he kissed the top of your head before leaving.

It had become habit for him now to kiss your head before leaving, as if you would be gone when he got back.

You didn’t really leave the room, you happily stayed in there, taking a small nap, then got up heading to the little kitchen bit to make something to eat.

Aizawa came back not long after you started to cook, he waited for you to greet him but you seemed to focused on what you were doing.

A small grin played on his lips as he slowly laid down on the ground, placing his hand on his stomach.

“(Y/N)?”

You looked over.

When you saw him laid on the floor you let out an annoyed groan.

“Come on, you said you’d drop it!” You whined.

His grinned even more.

“If I don’t… make it… back from where I’ve… gone just know… I’ve loved you all along…” he mumbled.

You walked over, and lightly kicked his side.

“You’re such an ass.”

You huffed, going back to cooking, and he chuckled, sitting up, resting an arm behind him as he looked at you.

“You said it first.”

You refused to speak to him.

“Come on, that’s just childish. Don’t ignore me.”

You stuck your middle finger up at him before going back to cooking.

“Oh no, I think I’m dying again.” He said.

“I’m going to go find Vlad.”

You huffed as you grabbed one of his sweaters, pulling it over your head, and you made your way to the door.

Before you could even reach the handle you were tangled up in his scarf, and he walked over, unwrapping you, and he wrapped his arms around your waist instead.

Aizawa placed his forehead on your shoulder.

“Don’t be so embarrassed about it.” He chuckled.

“I only said it cause I thought I was gonna die… didn’t even mean it…”

“Oh yeah? If you didn’t mean it guess you don’t really need to be wearing my sweaters.”

“No! I do, I’m still injured Shota Aizawa, you wouldn’t take a sweater from an injured person would you?”

You turned around so you could look at him, his hands settling on your waist.

“Of course I would, it’s mine.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

He grinned proudly at you.

“You love me.”

“God I should’ve just fallen for Mic, or All Might, at least they’re normal.”

“Normal?” He scoffed, “have we met the same people?”

You lightly slapped his shoulder, ducking around him to go back to cooking your dinner.

Aizawa leant against the counter, elbows resting on it as he looked a you.

He activated his quirk, and you snapped your head to him.

“How did you know?!”

“Because it covers you in a light shimmer! It’s not hard to miss!” He scolded.

You handed him the spatula, and walked over to the table, dropping yourself down in one of the chairs while he pointed it at you accusingly.

“You were told not to use your quirk! Stop it!”

“It makes life so much easier…”

He sighed, setting the spatula down, and walked over, placing a finger under your chin to tilted your head up to see him.

“It’s not safe, you’re putting yourself at risk by using it right now. I don’t want you to hurt yourself or worse, okay? Just another month and you can safely start using it again.”

You sighed.

“I know… I’m sorry…”

He leant down, capturing you in a kiss, then he pulled away.

“Good. Now, sit, dinner is almost ready.”

“I know I’ve been cooking it!”

He grinned proudly and went back to the stove while you complained about him under your breath

#my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia x you #my hero academia imagine #mha #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha x you #mha imagine #Aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x you #aizawa imagine

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ivestas · 1 year

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Could I request a könig x reader in which she’s one of the best soldiers/snipers in the world, covered in tattoos, smokes and is a ‘I joined the military out of spite and somehow all that anger turned me into this’, and könig is just smitten with her?

its time you learn to accept yourself

Summary: Through König, you learn love and self-acceptance.

Tags: sniper!fem!reader x konig, strangers to friends to lovers, headcanon format, reader implied not to speak german, reader implied to be mentally ill, unedited

Word count: 1.7k

Note: im starting to really like this genre of ship-dynamic LMAO

When you joined KorTac, it was clear you didn’t give much of a shit about anyone there.

You kept to yourself, spoke in monosyllables, and had much more interest in smoking the cigarettes you kept sneaking into the base than talking to any of them.

He’d heard operators call you several things—none of them flattering to your image—however, one thing stood out clearly to him:

You were a good shot. They all agreed to that. To them, though your personality was shit, you had the eye of a hawk and the hands of a trained and experienced veteran who knew the sniper like the back of their hand.

He couldn’t help but admire you, regardless of the fact you’ve never acknowledged his presence or even looked at him.

He also couldn’t help but admire how calm you were, how you were just... yourself. Sleeves always rolled up with your tattoos in full display, a cigarette always nursed between your lips, the fact you never watered down your personality; he wanted that confidence—no, that sureness your character carried.

König knew you liked to lurk near the shooting range—since you’d joined, he avoided disturbing you and had often gone to the other side of the range to practice his shots.

However, in a fit of uncharacteristic confidence, he decided to approach you.

He was prepared for your scathing words, or the silent look of disgust you often wore around the other men.

But, when he approached, you regarded him neutrally.

“Hey, you’re...”

“König.”

“Yeah, König, you’re König.” You echoed the accent of the word, looking proud. “I pronounced that well, right? König.” You repeated his name as though it were a flavorful candy.

He was rendered mute; German sounded so nice on your tongue.

“König?”

“A-ah, scheiße, I was lost in thought for a second,” he laughed awkwardly. “You said it well, yes.”

“‘kay, good. Anyway, what’d you want?’

It was a blunt but reasonable question, but with your eyes trained on him, it was suddenly hard to speak or think.

Bashfully, he spoke. “May I shoot with you?”

“Uh, of course? This isn’t my shooting range, man. Have fun.”

“No, with you.”

“With me?” You echoed, dumbfounded. “How’d that work?”

“We’ll make it a friendly competition—if you’d like, of course—whoever gets the most bulls-eyes wins.”

You smiled. It was brighter than the sun. “Sure! Sounds like fun—you go first, then.”

König does. It was an easy shot, anyone could hit it, but he could feel your eyes watching him.

Trying to steady his hands, he set his sniper on top of the heavy crates and tried to aim, trying to clear his mind.

It was difficult. Again, your eyes—he wondered if he was making any mistakes he didn’t even know of. He was sure he was doing everything right, but... was he?

“Your hands are shaking, König. Try steadying them like this,” roughly, you took the hand that had been on the trigger and made the weight even.

His cheeks erupted in warmth. Too close.

He quickly takes a shot, and it was just about to hit the bullseye.

“Time to show ya how the pros do it!” You sit right beside him, kneeling in front of the crates and setting your own sniper onto them. He noticed rough engravings on the snout of your gun, a rough shape of a butterfly and snake.

Before he could ask about them, you shot. You had barely paused to even adjust.

When he looked up, he couldn’t help the wave of admiration that hit him.

You hit the bullseye perfectly.

“Maybe one day you can be as good as me,” you teased, voice light. “But your ass needs practice. Can I help?”

He couldn’t trust his voice so he merely nodded. Thank God he had a hood over his head because he was sure he resembled more tomato than a human.

After that though, the two of you became closer—you saw each other more, interacted more, etc.

You had taken a swift liking to him; he was eager to learn, polite, and soft-spoken, how could you not?

König, though? He’s skipped the ‘friend’ part and went straight to crushing; honestly, he was flattered enough that you just acknowledged his presence, being one of the best snipers and all, but the fact you went out of your way to teach him—talk to him—it went all straight to the heart.

Even on missions, you’d talk to him. You’d often favor being quiet, whistling the odd tune or two before taking your shots, but now you’ve come to just take those small pauses to tease him incessantly.

König was about to maul an enemy before a bullet shot through their head.

His earphones sparked to life.

“You should be more careful, I almost couldn’t save you there.” Your voice crackled through.

He couldn’t help but huff, half amused, half worried. “Didn’t Aksel say for you to clear out the enemies on your end?”

“Did already. They were like sitting ducks.”

You two are an actual powerhouse in missions; König with his physical prowess, easily overpowering anyone in his way, and you with your sniper, taking any enemies behind him down in an instant.

You only grew closer to him and vice versa, and eventually, the daily conversations nearly became constant—attached to the hip, understanding each other to the extent that quick glances would equate to hundreds of lines of dialogue.

It was during this that you realize you’ve grown... attached.

It worries you—no, it scares you.

You were, in your eyes, a poison that could do nothing but harm a soul like König’s; despite is outward brutality, you knew inside he was nothing but gentle—or maybe you were blind. Maybe you were in love and refused to see the dark that tainted his inner consciousness.

Or, maybe, you liked that too about him.

In any case, it was worrisome; it bit at your insides, at the quiet part of your mind, it lit everything to flame then ash.

You weren’t the woman you were before the military; fuck, maybe that version of you never existed—you were always so fucked up, so full of incomprehensible anger that set every step you took on fire.

That worry turned to anxiety, and it only increased when you realized that your stable, steady hands have become a shaking mess.

It was during a pause between missions that you try to clear your head, to purge those feelings you thought and knew wouldn’t lead to any good.

However König—oh, König—followed.

You told him not to, but he knew something was wrong, that you weren’t quite as steady as he’d known you to be; it was a weakness, a vulnerability that, right now, could harm you.

Neither of you had the comfort of being weak, especially in a safe house that could be overridden with hostiles at any moment of the day. If he couldn’t help, he’d at least want to be able to protect you during this time.

So, he followed, through the murky corridors and under the cloak of night, finding you outside with a cigarette between your lips.

You saw him and you were ready to snap at him, to drive him away, but he spoke so fucking softly.

“Are you okay?”

You weren’t. He knew you weren’t, and you knew he knew that.

So you sighed. Gestured for him to come, and he did, leaning against the concrete wall beside you.

You were particularly loose-lipped, but at that moment, all inhibitions of restraint were gone.

“It’s all a lie—when people join the military, it’s rarely for that strive of good.” You took a harsh suck of the cigarette. “You think any person with a good head on their shoulders and love for life would want to be in a fuckin’ military? Or a merc group? No amount of money makes this worth it, no... never.”

König was silent. Listening. Thinking.

“More often than not, people just join to just—run. Die. Cut their losses and just engulf themselves in the worst of the worst because of their own flaws—hamartias. Know that word?”

König nodded.

You laughed airily. It was hardly a laugh, more like a throwaway noise. “I learnt it back in high school in English class—’fatal flaw of a hero’, or something. Flaws... good, bad, right, wrong, villainous, heroic, it’s a mouthful, isn’t it?”

König nodded again.

“So many labels for those who, in hindsight, or just cogs to a greater machine. A twisted machination—isn’t that the true evil? The machinery?”

“You make it sound difficult,” König breathed. “When everything is so much simpler than that. Personal principles define those beliefs, right and wrong is as broad as it is small.”

You hummed. “Never struck you for the philosophical type.”

“I’m not. Philosophy is redundant. The answer is always found within our hearts.”

“Hmmm.” You took another puff of the cigarette. “The answer in my heart was anger. Always anger. Violence, insults, it always seemed most effective... I thought the military would set me straight, make me more controlled, but it did the opposite.” You stared at the ground, smoke spilling out your lips. “I’m worse now, a festering disease. I can feel myself burning out day by day, and, König? I want you to stay away from that—from me.”

“I won’t.”

“What?”

“I refuse. I will stay by your side.” I can’t bear to leave you alone.

“But... why?” Why, why, why?

“Because you’re the most beautiful flame I’ve ever seen.” I love you. Accept that. “Don’t cut yourself short, liebe. You can always change and grow. Or remain stagnant. Either way, my eyes will always be on you.”

You, for the first time in your life, couldn’t trust your voice.

But when you looked up at him, you hoped that the message was there. That he could see.

And he did, and you couldn’t help the smile when you saw that the corners of his eyes crinkled.

AO3

Masterlist

Requests are open

#konig x reader #cod x reader #modern warfare 2 x reader #modern warfare x reader #könig x reader

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carionto · 6 months

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I'm gonna go for a quick run

Being on space stations is all well and good fun. And work. And people. Most of whom you like. And snacks. God, space snacks are the best, half the time the Aliens who bring them are like:

"We read this may be poisonous to Huma

They never get a chance to finish that sentence before I grab whatever it is and munch it down. Pretty much every time it's real spicy or oddly invigorating, it's a nice pastime learning what everyone's shocked expressions look like. Okay, I've had to go to the clinic a few times, and one time I was in a coma for two weeks, but I'm still alive and kicking!

There is the downside of all the noise when everyone talks. The translator unit does dampen to almost nothing everything it translates, but my left ear is sensitive so I tend to take that unit off whenever I'm off the clock. Let me tell you, when everyone is used to hearing everything in their tongue at normal volumes, many end up developing a much louder natural voice.

It gets real confusing sometimes. One thing I have begun to notice is the accents - everyone has very distinct ones. The translator normally renders in a neutral tone, and only adds a slight tinge for the more culturally prominent accents so people understand they are from a different major section of their respective race. But without it, there's so much to each language. At this point I can recognize twenty different clicking sounds that are the same word for this one species.

However, the cafeteria is a hellhole. A radio emitting white noise in a blender that's being microwaved is a peaceful and melodic tune compared to the mixture of thousands of every conceivable noise an organic creature could make. And many more I thought they couldn't - what kind of nightmare anatomy makes a sound that I can only describe as a sickly polystyrene foam mule getting squeezed in a rusty vice.

What kind of ears think that sounds okay?

What kind of noise do they make when making l

actually I don't wanna think about that

I'm just...

gonna go for a run now.

_____________________

Several minutes later.

Among the friendly chatter and typical gossip you find at lunch hour, people started hearing a rhythmic thumping sound regularly coming and going. After the third round, someone decided to investigate and opened their pad to tap into the public camera system. Switching from one to another, they suddenly screamed and dropped their device in shock.

It was Human Hanson. He was in his protective suit. Running in laps.

Around the OUTSIDE of the station!

#humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #humans are deathworlders #humanity fuck yeah #carionto #humans and aliens #noise pollution #that's one way to nope out of an unpleasant environment #in space no one can hear you scream #and for that matter you can't hear anyone else scream either

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