#but i do hc his human cloak to be dark skinned :]

[faetaiity]

Okay so, someone asked if they could get a Chameleon or Komodo Dragon Mutant Reader, and I chose Chamelon for the One-Shot, I went with that, BUT I forgot they wanted a One-Shot, so here's the story ver instead of the HCs, but honestly, I'm just gonna do both because why not. (Komodo will be for the HCs)

Dark AU! Turtles x Chameleon Mutant! GN! Reader

Format: One-Shot

CW: Long set up for the story, Implied that the turtles believe Y/N says hurtful things/gaslights(?) Kidnapping, Blood/Gore, Implications of murder/maiming, OOC Characters (I ain't ever written for some of these bitches, gimme a break) and bad writing (Haven't written anything in like a month, because being burnout as someone with ADHD and Autism fucking SUCKS.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You hated Guard duty.

You helped out Repo-Mantis and the other mutants keep the Repo Yard a safe place for Foot Clan and Big Mama's targets. Humans, Yokai, Mutants, they were all welcomed here as long as they left their weapons in the Hands of the people who run the Yard, as a safety precaution, of course.

You hated Being lookout and Guard, as sometimes you'd have to turn people away, effectively killing them, sooner or later, you'd hear on the news of them brutally attacked and put down in the streets like animals.

You fumbled with your Kevlar vest, the material making your recently shed skin feel itchy and mildly painful, sometimes you wonder why you even accept when you're assigned guard duty, but then you look at the Mutants you've started to call friends and remind yourself 'They saved you.' You groaned, knowing that you owe them for taking care of you and keeping you safe while you were injured.

Manticat came over to you, nuzzling into your face and purring, as much as the Giant Cat Mantis Mutant made you nervous sometimes, she was a sweetheart, she stayed for a few minutes before resuming her patrol around the Yard

It was a few hours before the day patrol came back, clearly beat, their human cloaks bruised and bloodied, clearly, they just wanted to take the cloaking brooch off, inform the night patrol of their findings and pass out, you couldn't blame them, you've only been on City Patrol once, and you have scars from it.

You never gave them trouble when they tried to enter the yard, they had already been through enough shit in the 8-12 hours they had been in New York City.

"Bad day?" You asked one of the Sando Bros, he only grumbled in response, Repo was another one out of patrol, he walked up to you and said "Sorry 'bout him, got his ass beat by that Jones girl in the Foot Clan." you snickered in response, shaking your head, Warren passed by without saying anything, you think out of all the Mutants here, he considers you one of his least favorites, maybe not, but it's the impression he gives off.

"Hey Repo, Who's on night patrol tonight?" You asked, making sure that you weren't on it, Repo's been trying to get you to do another Patrol but your first (and only) one was pretty bad, Repo thought for a minute before speaking up "Should be Hypno, Meat Sweats and GhostBear" he responded, they always took the stronger ones out at night because of the Turtles, you nodded "But...." 'goddamnit, here we go' you thought bitterly, Patrol was scary at night, you've only been out on patrol during the day, that Mantid bastard better not- "Sorry, Y/N, you gotta shadow them, you can't always be in the yard."

"Can't I do tomorrow?? I've been out on Guard duty for SIX HOURS; I can't do another 8-12 in the CITY!" you whined, he sighed, knowing that this isn't the best timing, but he has to get a fourth person on Night Patrol

"I'm sorry, but you KNOW patrol policy, four people out during night, you're the only one who can do that, Kendra and Harold got injured last week." you groaned at those words, "Fine, can I at least go rest? It'll take them 30 minutes to 2 hours to explain everything they saw on day patrol" he nodded and made a motion for you to go to the barracks, you ripped off the Kevlar vest and threw it at Repo, running full speed to your bed, throwing yourself on it and passing out without needing melatonin (Or any other sleep aid you use.)

~~~~

You were woken up about an hour and a half later by Hypno, at first you considered him intimidating, but he's a pretty decent person, you groaned and gave a thumbs up, signaling him to leave so you could put on your gear, after a few minutes of fumbling, you walked out to the exit of the Yard, joining the other three, they nodded in acknowledgement to you, after a minute of making sure everyone's gear was ready, you four walked out of the Yard and made your way toward NYC.

Due to protocol in City Patrol, (ESPECIALLY Night Patrol) nobody is allowed to talk unless necessary or split up willingly, the only exception for the talking rule is whispering or ASL, you walked in between GhostBear and Hypno, with Meat Sweats in front of you three.

Once you four reached a decent scouting point in the Middle of the City, Hypno whispers in your ear "You think you can make it to the skyscraper up there and give us access?" you nod and say "I can try" a good thing about being a Chameleon Mutant is that you can blend in with your surroundings (NOTE: irl chameleons don't do this, their skin change is for emotions but because Reader has the intelligence of a human, He uses it to sneak around) as well as climb rough vertical surfaces such as most buildings.

You breathe in and let out a heavy sigh, your scales shift colors and make you vanish, you climb down the building and quickly bolt over to the Skyscraper, due to your time as a young, rather stupid and bored kid, you know how to pick locks, which did get you into a metric fuckton of trouble sometimes.

You climb up the Skyscraper, you always hated climbing up larger buildings that are more than two or three stories, because if you fall, you're dead, it takes about thirty minutes before you make it 75% of the way, another twenty until you reach the top. Heaving a sigh of relief, you get out your Walkie-Talkie and speak into it "I'm up here, it might be another hour before I can get you guys inside" ....

...

No response, maybe you're too far away? You shouldn't be! These are Professional grade! They should be able to reach one or two miles!

you look over to where you saw them last, they're... gone? That's not protocol! they should be waiting for you to get inside!

You try to reach them for a few more minutes, getting more and more irritated as time passes, you can't stay invisible forever, so you let your guard down for a few minutes, your scales returning to their normal color, after a few MORE minutes, you growl angrily, looking down to where they should be!

You hear someone trying to sneak up behind you, not good, you try to give off the impression that you didn't hear them until they rushed up behind you and placed a sword across your neck

"Don't say anything, Handsome~" The voice hissed out, you remember it from your first Patrol

Leonardo

He attacked you as the sun went down during that blasted patrol and you almost got killed, He and his brothers would try to sneak into the yard several times, always getting chased off but there had been reports of them trying to get into the Sleeping barracks where you were healing, you heard three other people walking over to you two, you knew who they were.

"H-Hello." You croaked out, trying to sound brave but honestly, you were scared shitless, you had no backup and no weapons, you were basically at the mercy of a Sociopath. You heard Leonardo laugh, if you didn't know he had a sword up against you, you would've said his laugh was almost affectionate

You knew better though.

"Cuff 'em, I don't want our little lookout getting away~" he purred out, you felt one of his brothers cuff you, oddly enough he removed his ōdachi from your neck, you looked over to him, clearly confused

"You can't evade us for long if you have cuffs on." He elaborated, rather bluntly too, despite being bigger than him, he easily picked you up, instinctively, you wrapped your tail around him, fully expecting him to throw you off the skyscraper, Instead he handed you over to Donatello, he looked at you oddly, it was mostly disgust, but also content, Donatello activated his Battleshell, after a few seconds he lifted off, making you squeak loudly and wrap your tail around him tightly, making him growl in disapproval.

"I'll meet you all back at the Lair, don't fuck up the Tank, gods know you three are shit drivers" he hissed out, flying over the edge of the Skyscraper, you started shaking at the sheer height, holding onto Donatello harder, nuzzling into his neck, trying to not look at the ground, you couldn't see it but there was a small ghost smile on him

It took about fifteen minutes before you were back on the ground, he opened up the Manhole cover and awkwardly let you fall down onto the floor, you curse under your breath as he gets on the ladder and covers the manhole once more, he drops down next to you, as you struggle to get up, he sneers and places his foot on your back and adds pressure, making you fall back down, in response you growl and sweep your tail under his feet, making him fall, he doesn't react other than a snarl as he gets back up.

He lifted you over his shoulder and walked you into the lab, ignoring Master Splinter's questions of who you were, once in the lab he chained you up to the wall and waited for his brothers to join him

After a few minutes his brothers come in, instantly Michelangelo bolts over to you and gets into your lap, you cringe as he is covered in blood and smells awful, he churrs affectionately as he nuzzles into your neck, smearing blood all over your scales.

You freeze, unsure of what to do, the last time you met Michelangelo he seemed fully intent of hurting you, Leonardo seems to notice this and says, "We're not going to hurt you unless necessary." you are baffled, his tone is unnaturally soft, typically from what you've heard people say about him, he's actually a really bad egotistical dick, but ever since you got into the lair, they have shown more normal traits

'Most likely a facade' you think, unwilling to think they've changed, especially with blood on Michelangelo, Raphael comes and sits beside you, making you flinch, he seems unaffected by that and he rubs your back, Leonardo and Donatello don't come close, but they seem jealous.

"O-Okay... I'll bite... what are you guys' planning? none of you are.... ever this nice." they all seem to stiffen before Michelangelo coos "Nothing, darling, we just want to keep you"

you stay quiet for a few seconds, his words slowly starting to register in your brain "Keep... Me...?" you ask, shaking slightly, Michelangelo perks up "Yeah! Ever since we first saw you, we just couldn't get you out of our minds!" you stiffen, Michelangelo purrs as he nuzzles into your jaw, suddenly you become hyper aware of his affection and try to recoil from it, which doesn't end well as he growls and pulls you closer, as well as becoming hyper aware of his touch, you begin to notice how... affectionately his brothers are looking at you

"N-No! I... what makes you think I'd reciprocate?!" you hiss, actively trying to push Michelangelo away, he snarls as he holds on tighter, there's a second before you feel him bite into your neck, making you scream in pain, He starts losing his cool, and fast.

"NO! you WILL love us; I'm not taking no for an answer!" He screams, once he finishes his sentence you can hear him sniffling, like he's on the verge of tears or a meltdown, Donatello comes over with a Syringe, "You'll learn to accept this, Y/N, we love you, no matter how hurtful your words toward us are." you try to say something but before you can, he shoves the Syringe into your shoulder, you cry out as the contents are emptied into your bloodstream, you start to lose consciousness as you hear someone say "You belong to us, love."

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yeah, sorry it's ass lmaooooo

#rottmnt x male reader #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #dark! rottmnt au #donnie x reader #leo x reader #mikey x reader #save rottmnt #raph x reader #donatello #leonardo #michelangelo #raphael

[floareadeaur]

Hey!! You already know what I’m here for hehe. Could you write René Simm headcanons? It could be anything, general headcanons, relationship headcanons, SFW or not, whatever you feel like writing! Thank you ☺️

Hello! It is been a few days, but today I felt like writing. I thought about what to give you about him and decided it would be about René as a person, in general, human, in a normal universe.

As a continuation of these headcanons about Ferid (I love those hcs so much). Maybe I will do that with all vampires?

They all deserve a good life, honestly. You all can leave me requests! Come on, be brave! I am back!

( Surely there will be a second, third part, etc )

Feedback is welcome!

I imagine that René would live in a historical city, like Paris, Barcelona, ​​or Madrid.

A city where he can walk in those beautiful streets and admire the old architecture, the art monuments, or just the doves fluttering their white wings in the big public squares.

He would always walk at night. Yes, night is the time. This is the reason for those deep dark circles, but that is become his charm. He walks through the streets lit by lanterns, observes the "tones of the night". René looks for the quiet places because he likes to listen to the silence.

For silence has a sound for him, and it is one that soothes his soul and mind.

The moon is beautiful at night, and for " her " he sacrifices his sleep, to admire this beauty in " her " perfect splendor. " She " is the one who inspires him.

And so, every night René returns to his apartment, where he paints for hours.

His house is tidy but has a distinct aesthetic. Paintings everywhere, a slightly crowded, Victorian, but symbolic setting.

A library full of art albums and volumes of poetry.

Oh, René reads poetry for hours under the moonlight at the window. Symbolistic poems, in which suffering is compared to a cloak of lead, and happiness to a fleeting beat of the wings of white doves.

However, he is such a calm person. Regardless of the commotion of those around him, he always stays that way and has a solution.

He can be such a good listener and observer. His love language would be to offer you this, or his peace, or a painting, or a poem written especially for the girl he loves.

He is a romantic, maybe a dreamer, but one who is aware of reality and accepts it with serenity.

I can see he would work as a tattoo artist. His salon would be somewhere on a quiet side street where his customers can come to relax. René is so peaceful when he works. He needs this silence to make every work of art.

The people who come to him are unique and the imprint left by René on their skin must adorn their own uniqueness.

This is his mission as an artist.

To respect art, nature, the human, to respect himself.

Trust me, René is certainly pleasant company, even if his words are not many.

#rene simm x reader #rene simm #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #ons #sote #seraph of the end x reader #owari no seraph x reader

[is-cryptor-ninjago-back-yet]

Totally didn't think the url was "Is Cryptor Ninjago Black" on first glance

LOL

#im sorry this is hilarious #but i do hc his human cloak to be dark skinned :] #ninjago

[dreamsmpimagnes]

Heyy there! Can we have some romantic Bunny!o!Technoblade hcs with a human s/o? Like how they met, first impressions, and relationship stuff? (and maybe some nsfw? 👀) Thank you so much!

I'll be splitting this ask into two different posts: SFW and NSFW since i know sexual content isn't for everybody, so i hope you enjoy both of them!

Btw: Techno is an albino Flemish giant rabbit so that's why he's a big boi with pink hair and red eyes, thank you <3

O!Technoblade General Relationship Hcs

You were in the Pube, sitting on the ledge next to Tommy and Phil, attending the spectacle of the younger man's flying lessons

Phil dropped off of the platform, Tommy following in toe

As you watched Phil swoop through the air and grab Tommy's hands to keep him from fluttering down, the door to The Pube opened behind you

You turned to welcome whoever opened it and, across the room, you were greeted by an large, unfamiliar looming figure with a white and dark red cloak

He was an incredibly light skinned man with light red, almost pink, eyes and jagged scar that ran across his left cheek and the bridge of his nose, his long, thick, messy pink hair that was tied in a low, loose ponytail with what looked like a piece of thin, frayed rope, and on top of his head sat two tall ears pointing towards the ceiling, the left one flicking slightly

He unlatched the clip around the neck of his cloak and removed it, setting it down on the table next to the potion stand

As he walked, you noticed his arched legs that ended in long rabbit feet, you also realized he had a pink fluffy ball at the base of his spine that made up his tail

There was no way this stranger was a bunny hybrid, right?

You had never actually met a rabbit humanoid before, so you expected them to be five feet tall at most with a small frame, not bulky six and a half feet with muscles

The stranger looked down at you as he pulled a golden carrot from one of his waist pouches and bit into it, looking just as puzzled as you

To your relief, the sound of heavy footsteps cut through the awkward silence as Phil and Tommy landed back onto the platform, Phil landing gracefully to his feet and Tommy unceremoniously crashing onto the dark wooded deck

As the younger avian scrambled to his feet, loudly exclaiming something, he cut himself off to look at the pink haired man, and he excitedly greeted him, Phil following in suit

You introduced yourself as well and the two of you got acquainted as you hung around The Pube for a few hours more

Something about him (Technoblade, as you learned), piqued your interest, and after that day, you spent more and more time with him

He really was a fascinating person, an introvert with a magnetic personality, and a brave and intense warrior with the habit of being comically gullible, all hidden in an intimidating appearance save for the fluffy hair, ears, and tail colored a pastel bubblegum pink

After a few months, you noticed him giving you more of his personal time, inviting you over to his house to read or on mining excursions, the latter in which he was more protective over you than you last remembered (as soon as anything hostile even entered your field of vision, it would be on the ground within seconds)

With his slight change in personality around only you, you weren't too surprised when you found a letter that was slipped under your front door detailing his romantic interest in you, you were certainly happy nonetheless

When you two go on dates, they aren't anything extravagant at all, he much prefers doing mundane things with you like material runs, reading, or staying at your home for the night, occassionally he takes you on pleasant little picnics though

The picnics can get a but annoying, though, because while he makes sure to pack some food you'll, he refuses to eat anything other than carrots

He could eat hay or bread, but he insists it's gross, and it's the same way with potatoes and beet soup

Because his obsession with carrots, you had to teach him how to actually be patient and wait for more to grow rather than hoarding every carrot he could find

You also help him find interesting recipes and ways to incorporate carrots into other foods so he has a more healthy and balanced diet (he tried to eat meat before, but it made him ill, so he sticks to spiced vegetables)

He actually sees it as a date night, when he goes over to your home and you two try to cook a new recipe together

He like when you two are in the small kitchen, hands or elbows lightly grazing together as you try something new

Little touches like that are his favorite kind of physical contact

It's not something huge, but he finds the little acts of affection to be the sweetest

He's not huge into hugging though, but hand holding is quite alright with him

Because of that, he's not big into cuddling unless he's tired, something that doesn't happen very often (but if you really wanted him to cuddle with you, he might reconsider)

His favorite cuddling position is one where he gets to lay his head on your chest, even though he's a bit worried that he'll accidentally crush you, it makes him feel safe (he'd never tell you)

Oddly enough, when you two are being sweet with each other, he likes when you stroke his cheek with your thumb, he just melts in your hands (h a t e s when you touch his ears or tail though)

#origins smp imagines #origins smp hcs #o!technoblade #o!techno #c!technoblade imagines #c!technoblade x reader #c!technoblade x you #bunnyblade

[akatsukinojutsu]

Reverse Karma

ASK: May I request hcs for Pain and Madara with an s/o that says they have reverse karma and that's why they are so cruel to others?

[oh man, I’m going to make this two small fics, I hope that’s okay!]

PAIN:

You laid in bed alone and listened to the rain that fell outside of the window. Your slumber was pretty light and you stirred when the bedroom door opened. A slight shuffle of feet scooted across the stone floor and stopped at the foot of the bed. The weight of a human pushed down on the fabric which prompted you to sit up. The back of a mane of orange, spiked hair sat before you, it was Pain. He was silent, maybe he didn’t realize you awoken. “Did I wake you?” he asked. You rubbed your eyes with the back of your right hand, “Mmm, kinda. But -- it’s alright.” 

He hummed and turned his head slightly. You could see him peering at you from the corner of his eye. The striking purple color of the Rinnegan lit up in the darkness, you could feel him staring through you. A silence hung in the air between you both -- you looked out to the window and observed the rain patter against the glass.

“Do you ever think that you have reversed karma?” you asked. Pain was silent. You faced him, “You know, like, you make people understand and feel Pain. While getting rewarded in the end for it?” His eyes closed and he thought for a moment before speaking, “That is possible.” 

You crawled toward him and sat pressed against his back. Your hands slinked around his chest and unbuttoned several snaps of his cloak. Your palms rubbed against his chest and you breathed onto the skin of his neck. His eyes remained closed and he rolled his head in a circle.

“You wish for other’s to know pain, so that they may not ever want to inflict it on anyone again.” you began to massage his shoulders. “I believe that you will be rewarded, Pain. God or whoever will reward you in the end.” He turned quickly to face you and harshly grabbed your chin with his hand. The Rinnegan’s stare burned through you and he then placed a harsh, passionate kiss on your lips. When he pulled away, he leaned up to your ear and whispered, “I am God.”

In Pain’s mind, he considered your words. Maybe this was a reasoning behind his philosophy.

MADARA: [sorry if you expected sweet Madara -- we doin’ angsty boi]

You watched Madara head for your bedroom door and you begged again for him to stay. He grabbed hold of the knob and stood there for a moment. The Uchiha listened as you pleaded for him to stay the night and worry about training tomorrow. He let out a chuckle, “Why do you beg like this?” he released the knob, turned around, and leaned against the wood. His arms crossed and he observed you with a bored expression.

You sat there with the blanket on the bed pulled up to your chest, covering your nude body. Your knuckles turned white as you clenched the fabric. His face looked so punchable at the moment, you imagined your fist colliding with his chiseled jaw. “Are you going to answer me or are you going to stare at me like a doe eyed child?”

He sighed, uncrossed his arms and turned to leave but you quickly stood up from the bed to grab hold of his shirt tail. “What is it? You want another round? You’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”

“Why are you like this, Madara?” you asked in a firm tone. His expression turned from bored to irritated. “Why do you treat me like your queen one moment and like a hole to stick your dick in the next?” you added. He didn’t answer.

“Oh, I know why. It is because of the reverse karma.” you poked him in the chest, “You’re afraid that if you do good to other’s that something bad is going to happen, hmm?” you proceeded to poke him again but he shooed your hand away.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” your words obviously struck a nerve with the man.

You reached around his blocking hand and gave him another jab in the chest, “Hmm, seems like I do and you don’t like it.”

He scoffed and grabbed hold of your cheeks with the fingers of his right hand. He squeezed them together before he met your face to face, closely. “Then maybe I should get something right about you then, hmm?”

#naruto imagines #naruto imagine #pain imagines #madara uchiha imagines #pain naruto imagines #pain nagato imagines #madara imagines #pain x reader #pain naruto x reader #pain nagato x reader #madara uchiha x reader #madara x reader #man this could've been better - i apologize

[kinkyacademia]

Lady bitch tits!! In love with the new name 😂 may I request HCs of a poly relationship with bakugo and kirishima in their fantasy AU forms liking the same girl who happens to be an Amazon and they try to get her attention please and thank you 🌼🌼

Oh yes! I like this request a lot. I love their fantasy forms so much, at first I was like hold on Kirishima is the Dragon but then remembered he also had a human form as well. There probably won’t be any nsfw in this one because it’s basically the courting process but for all intents and purposes I’m putting it out there that Kiri has 2 dicks cause he’s a Dragon ok! Also, please don’t take any offence to this cause it’s not intended but when I think of Amazonian people I think darker or tanned skin colour so the s/o will have a darker skin tone. Hope you enjoy it my Little Rogue and let me know what you think!

~Lady Bitch Tits🐾🐾

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The obstreperous Barbarian King, it was something people were used to hearing and sometimes cursing while going about their daily lives. You had heard several rumours about the Barbarian King, you had always been fascinated by the stories of the people you would meet. You were originally born and raised in the Amazon but had decided when you were old enough that you wanted to go explore the world, hoping to understand the many mysteries awaiting you out there. When you had started to hear about the Barbarian King you had wanted to meet him but soon tales of the man vanished and were replaced instead with tales of the Dragon King instead. Stories of the Dragon King started to circulate after it was said a boy showed up in a distant village riding on the back of a flaming red Dragon.

The fearsome Dragon King and the Barbarian King, it wasn’t long before people speculated the two were the same person. It always depended on who you asked as to how the man would be referred to and depending on where you were when you asked as well. If you were to ask around in a market place, you were more than likely to hear tales about the Barbarian King who likes to cause trouble. Ask anyone around a pub though and you would hear stories from weary travellers who claim to have come face to face with the loathsome Dragon King, his unruly pet always a part of the stories. Some people didn’t believe in the Dragon King nor his little pet and just put it down to another one of the Barbarian Kings tricks. You however, believed that the two were the same person and you desperately wanted to meet them in the flesh.

Growing up in the Amazon you had often heard stories from your elders about the days when Dragons had owned the skies. Along with those stories always came the tale about the one tribe with the ability to communicate with the Dragons and treated them like family. Over time though it was thought both the tribe and the race of Dragons was wiped from the face of the Earth, no one had seen a Dragon in decades. You understood why people found it hard to believe in such a powerful and mythical creature still existing when no one had seen one in such a long time, but it never stopped you from continuing to believe. Through your travels you had come to learn several things about the Dragon King, the man who would do anything to help the lives of those doing it hard. Honestly you couldn’t help but to think of the man as a sort of hero, those that knew the truth about the King of legends would say the same thing and they all spoke his true name; Katsuki Bakugou.

Katsuki had been called the Barbarian King for as long as he can remember, he was just a child when the name was given to him by an elder in his village. He had worn the title with pride but of course Katsuki hadn’t actually become the Barbarian King until the time that his mother had relinquished her throne to him. A couple of years after she had stepped down, his mother had just disappeared without a trace and Katsuki was left confused in her absence. He had left his village behind but the name of Barbarian King stuck to him and soon it spread throughout the lands, he couldn’t go anywhere without getting recognised. That had all changed though the day that Katsuki showed up in a far off village with a “winged demon” by his side, his reputation had changed completely. Instead of Barbarian King he came to be known as the Dragon King, he had no idea who gave him the name but it made no difference to him; he was still a king in his own right. Of course carrying the title of King came with its own complications, that’s what had Katsuki in his current predicament.

“Where the hell is Eijiro when I need him!” Katsuki growled as he ran down the street, his heavy boots falling against the hard ground beneath as his heart raced.

Eijiro and Katsuki had come to the small village to pick up some things that they just couldn’t get by living in the mountains. Katsuki however, hadn’t realised just how close to the capital the two of them had travelled and now they were sitting smack bang in the territory of King Todoroki. Saying that Katsuki didn’t get along with the dick of a king would be a major understatement, the two kings never saw eye to eye and to top it off Katsuki refused to bend the knee to the sod. Due to his refusal to cooperate, Katsuki had been branded as a criminal in the Todoroki Kingdom and that just pissed the blonde off a hell of a lot more than usual

“Damn it, that overgrown lizard is dead when I find him.” He grumbled as he ran, though the threat was empty and held little to no heat to it. Katsuki would be unable to bring himself to physically hurt Eijiro, he cared for the Dragon far too much for that to ever happen.

“There he is! Catch that damn Barbarian King!” It was the soldiers from the Royal Army calling out behind him, Katsuki couldn’t afford to get caught here.

Katsuki’s palms let off a few sparks, gearing up to let off several explosions in what would be his attempt to take out the soldiers. He saw his opportunity, a blind corner coming up just ahead of him and he was going to use it to his advantage. He rounded the corner quickly, his plan to unleash his blasts on the Army as they rounded the corner firmly planted in his mind. That is, until he smacked into something rather hard! He groaned and cursed as he toppled over, his head landing against soft skin and causing him to blink as he sat up quickly. Things could not get worse for the man in that moment or maybe they could.

“Quick, don’t let him escape this time!”

Katsuki cursed as he moved quickly, grabbing your arm and hoisting you off the ground before dragging you into a cramped space between two buildings. Your breaths mingled together as the two of you hid in the darkness that the small space produced for the two of you. Katsuki flicked his eyes over to you, even in the darkness he could tell your skin was of a darker shade than his and he was fairly certain he knew why. His attention snapped back to the street quickly as he heard hurried footsteps, his hand clamping over your mouth as he stared at the opening to the hiding hole. Several moments passed, your bodies pressed up against one another and the soldiers passed you right on by.

You blushed as you peeked over at the man in front of you, you had heard the soldiers screaming and so you knew who the man was. You had been looking for him, having heard rumours he was somewhere around this village but from the looks of things he was actually in trouble. You reached up slowly, pulling his hand off of your mouth and taking a breath. You flicked your eyes down to his hand which was resting on your hip as the two of you barely squeezed together in the tight space around you. Here standing in front of you was the Barbarian King, Katsuki Bakugou and you weren’t disappointed with the outcome.

“Blasty, there you are. What are you doing with that woman?”

Katsuki snapped his head up quickly, his eyes widened as he grit his teeth in agitation. “Damn it Kirishima, where the hell have you been?” He growled as he moved his hand and pointed up at him. “Don’t just fucking sit there, get us the fuck out of here before those shit stains come back!” Katsuki barked before looking back down at you.

You weren’t paying attention to whatever it was that Katsuki was doing, you were far too busy watching the redheaded man above the two of you. You watched him as he propped himself between the two buildings, his boots somehow finding good purchase on the buildings and stopping him from falling. You gasped slightly as something extended from behind him before dropping down to the pair of you below him.

“What is he?” You whispered as you finally snapped your head down to Katsuki.

“Him? His name is Eijiro and he’s our ticket out of here.” Katsuki whispered as something wrapped around your waists.

You looked down quickly, a thick red tail was wrapping itself securely around you and Katsuki. You squirmed slightly as you were pressed into the blonde more and frowned as you tried to pull away from him. You blinked as you realised your hand was planted firmly against his chest and there was a warmth there that shouldn’t have been possible for a human. You squealed slightly as you were lifted up off the ground, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you tilted your head back and looked up at the man above you. The tail belonged to him but why? It was barely a couple of minutes before you were on top of the roof and the tail was uncoiling from around your body, allowing you to separate from Katsuki.

“Why did you bring me up here, Dragon King? That is who you are isn’t it?” You asked as you fixed your clothing and looked over at Katsuki slowly.

Katsuki blinked as he turned to look at you, fixing his cloak back over his shoulders as he frowned slightly. “You’re right… Kirishima, put it back!” He muttered as he turned away from you and looked at the redhead instead.

Eijiro barely had time to react before you were launching yourself across the building and your foot made contact high on Katsuki’s jaw. He couldn’t help the snicker that slipped past his lips as he watched Katsuki stumble backwards, only realising how close he was to the edge when his body started to fall. Eijiro wasted no time in shifting forms, his clothes and human skin being replaced with bright red scales. He heard you gasp as he moved his tail instantly and wrapped it around Katsuki’s stomach, lifting his King up into the air.

“That, was close.” He chuckled as he looked up at the man wrapped up in his tail, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout and making him look rather adorable.

“I… I am not an it, I am a proud Amazonian woman thank you!” You corrected Katsuki, all the while never taking your eyes off of the Dragon now standing before you on the building. You were a bit worried about that, you’d have thought a dragon would easily crush the building but apparently not.

“Put me down Ei, fuck!” Katsuki grumbled as he swatted at Eijiro’s tail.

Eijiro chuckled as he set him down and swayed his tail slowly. “She did a number on you, I haven’t seen you take a hit like that in quite some time.” Eijiro murmured as he swayed his tail and smirked, looking down at you in surprise.

“What are you?” You asked as you stepped closer to Eijiro, placing your hand on his back leg gently. His scales were warm beneath your fingers and smooth, smoother than you had been expecting them to be.

“I’m a Dragon, well a halfling at least. I’m half Dragon and half human.” Eijiro stated as he shuddered slightly and shifted away from your touch, his tail moving to put a barrier between yourself and his body.

“Ei, we need to get the hell out of here. Ignore miss Amazonian for now, get us into the air and bring her with us!” Katsuki growled as he climbed his way up Eijiro’s wing and onto his back. “Those moronic soldiers won’t take long to find your big scaly ass!”

“Aw, but you love my ass!” Eijiro quipped back as he moved to offer you his foot, expecting you to climb onto it.

“Eijiro! Not fucking now you damn pervert!” Katsuki roared as he smacked his fists against the Dragons tough skin.

You looked down at Eijiro’s foot inquisitively before looking up at him, his eyes were shining with human and curiosity as he watched you closely. “Why should I go with you?”

“We’ve heard rumours about an Amazonian woman who has been asking around about us, well more precisely Katsuki.” Eijiro informed you before moving and scooping you up in his talons. “We’ve been looking for you for a while now, not sure why Katsuki wanted to find you but my King probably has his reasons.” He murmured as he looked back at the blonde perched between two of his spines.

“Enough with the chit-chat already Ei, get us into the air! If she wants to leave she can do that after we’re out of this damn village!”

You blinked as you peeked up at the two of them, watching as Eijiro spread his wings out behind him fully and then gave a mighty roar. The sound was deafening to your ears but the look of pure glee and the grin on Katsuki’s face told you that he was used to the sound. You gripped onto his talon firmly as he took off up into the sky, the cries of displeasure from the soldiers below barely reaching your ears as the wind whipped past them. You thought you could hear some cries of wonder from below but alas like with the soldiers the wind was drowning out their voices. You gripped tight to Eijiro’s talons, peering out to the world below as your heart raced and tried to jump out of your chest.

“Ei, bring that woman up here yeah?” Katsuki called as he settled against his back and looked down at the world below.

You gripped his talons as tight as you could while he moved his foot, blinking as he opened his talons up and exposed you to the wind completely. You shuddered as you looked around slowly, taking in how the sky looked while you were in it and then looking down to the world far below you. You moved quickly, clambering onto the Dragons back before planting yourself down next to one of his spines.

“So why is an Amazonian so far from home in the first place?” Katsuki asked as he looked you over. He wouldn’t lie, you were drop dead gorgeous. Your skin tone wasn’t actually as dark as it had appeared to be in that cramped place but it was still several tones darker than even Eijiro’s and it held a certain olive tone to it as well. None of that had been what gave away your Amazon heritage though, Katsuki had always been told about people from the Amazon by his mother. Your thick, muscular thighs and taller figure than most women were some giveaways to you being an Amazonian.

You sighed heavily as you leaned back against the spine, looking up at the sky and debating with yourself in your heart. You supposed it was only fair you tell the King why you had been seeking him out in the first place, after all he hadn’t done anything to make you mistrust him yet. So you told Katsuki about your home, the people there and the stories that you’d been told growing up. The young King seemed genuinely interested in what you were telling him, his crimson eyes never once leaving your body. You explained to him how you had decided to leave home to explore, hearing rumours about a King and his wild ways, before long those rumours involved a Dragon as well. At the mention of a Dragon Eijiro had been quick to jump in.

Eijiro had told you about the night that Katsuki and he had actually met. It had been a miserable night, pouring with rain and the monsoon season had only just begun. Eijiro was pretty badly wounded, he had apparently been chained up to a tree and left to die like that. Katsuki was sullen when he interrupted, his eyes cast up at the sky as he recalled the night. Turns out Eijiro had actually had his legs broken and was unable to transform back into his human state, leaving him vulnerable to attacks by humans as well as other wild animals. When Katsuki had stumbled across the red Dragon he was close to dying and there were serious wounds all over his body. You watched him as he reached out and touched one of the cracked scales up along Eijiro’s neck, explaining to you that they were like that due to that night.

Things were silent between the three of you momentarily, nothing but the wind making a noise. Your heart ached, you couldn’t understand how humans could be so cruel as to treat such a majestic creature in such a manner. You honestly felt sick to your stomach just thinking about the fear that must have been consuming Eijiro’s mind at that time. You wanted to say something to him, to comfort the Dragon but a soft chortle from him shook both you and Katsuki from your trains of thought.

“But it’s fine now. Katsuki made up the story about our battle and that I lost to him. I’m alive because he saved my ass that night.” Eijiro chirped as he continued to fly, a mountain range coming into your line of view and you figured he was heading there.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how was it that you managed to find him Katsuki?” You pondered as you looked back to the blonde, your eyes focusing once more on his face.

“I… don’t actually know. I was just travelling, looking for answers I guess but there was a voice calling out to me.” Katsuki’s words struck something in your memory, a story the elders had told you and a tribe capable of hearing the Dragons. “I followed the voice, not knowing whether it was real or not and found shitty hair dying.” He muttered bitterly, his teeth clicking together out of anger as he clenched his hands into tight fists.

“The elders of my home used to tell me about a tribe of people who were able to communicate with the Dragons. They didn’t just talk with them but they were capable of hearing their voices from far away. The elders said that the tribe was wiped out though, around the same time that the Dragons were supposedly killed off too.” You whispered as you hugged your knees to your chest. “You don’t suppose you’re a descendant from that tribe do you?”

Katsuki stared at you as he rested his hand against Eijiro’s scales, leaning his head to the side as if deep in thought. “Fuck knows, the only person who might is currently missing. I doubt I’m ever going to find her though.” He declared before standing up slowly.

“You’re wrong by the way!” Eijiro called as he flew up the mountain partially before hovering outside of a cave entrance, his wings flapping steadily at his sides.

“About what?” You enquired as you crawled over to the ledge and jumped down off of the Dragon. You watched as the Dragon started to morph before your eyes, his scales snapping and shifting before turning into skin and clothes.

Eijiro grinned as he landed down on the ledge next to you, his feet crunching the stones beneath them as he looked at you. “The Dragons! They’re not all gone. There’s just a sacred place they all go to stay safe, Katsuki can hear them so you’re probably right about him being from that tribe.” He stated before walking past you and into the cave. “Come on, we’ll make you some food!”

You weren’t going to argue with him, after all it was a heck of a walk back down the mountain and something you didn’t want to do. Some part of you felt like Katsuki might drag you back up the mountain himself if you did try to leave, that or send Eijiro down to bring you back up. You sighed as you sat down to one side of the cave, it wasn’t much in the terms of belongings but you could see that the two of them had made a home of it nonetheless. There was a nice little cosy area towards the back of the cave where a pile of what looked to be skins and blankets were strewn over the ground.

“Babe, light the fire would you?” You blinked, focusing on Katsuki as he spoke. It took you a moment to realised what he had actually just said but even less time to understand why when a certain redhead bound over to the pit that you assumed was for the fire and proceeded to light it.

“Wait, you two are a couple?” You enquired cautiously as you sat there watching the two of them.

“Yeah.” Katsuki’s reply was simple as he busied himself preparing the food for your meals.

“It just happened, you know? Though I suppose my mating season didn’t help at the time but hey, we’ve been together ever since and it’s fun!” You smiled at Eijiro’s explanation, the light and joy in his eyes showed how much he truly loved his King.

“I think it’s cute. You two actually make an adorable couple.” Your statement set off a chain reaction in the cave. Eijiro flushed a violent shade of crimson and his tail formed behind him, wagging about like a pup’s again. Meanwhile, Katsuki choked on the air he was breathing while setting off two explosions in his palms simultaneously. Seemed to you like neither of these two were any good at receiving compliments on their relationship. Katsuki proceeded to curse for the rest of the night, especially when Eijiro would sneak in cute little kisses against his cheek or his collarbone.

Time seemed to pass the three of you by rather easily after that and you found yourself getting caught up in their ridiculous shenanigans. Truth be told though you were actually enjoying your life with the Dragon King Katsuki and his Dragon Eijiro. You had actually started to develop some weird habits from the two of them, like forgetting to put a top on sometimes and so the two would end up messes when you greeted them. These little moments of yours would find you being wrapped up in Katsuki’s cape, said person avoiding to look at you while his face flushed deep red.

It wasn’t long before you noticed the two of them started acting differently around you. Katsuki was trying to curb how much he was swearing in front of you after he heard you let slip an f-bomb and his heart almost stopped from it. You also caught him watching you more often, his eyes lingering on you when you were doing the simplest of tasks like gathering kindling for the fire or even simply washing their clothes. You couldn’t help but get flustered every time that you caught him staring at you, it set your heart aflutter and if you didn’t know any better you’d say you were falling for him. Of course, you knew exactly what was happening but not just with him, you were falling for Eijiro as well but you couldn’t say anything. You had front row seats to their amazing relationship and you would be damned if you ruined it for them, your feelings would just have to sit on the back burner.

You already felt bad enough that you had managed to walk in at the wrong time on them a couple of times already. Either when Eijiro was just getting frisky with Katsuki or as the latter was pinning the former to the ground and had his knee pressed up against him firmly. Your disturbances had caused them both to become flustered and quickly disengage from their activities. The worse case had been when you had walked in after the two of them had just gotten back from bathing and were stark naked. Thanks to that little encounter you learned Katsuki was well endowed and was dominant in their sexual relationship, you had also learnt Eijiro happened to have two dicks. Eijiro had later explained it was a Dragon thing and apologised to you for having to see them like that. Eijiro was the other thing, he was the one changing the most you had noticed.

It had started with Eijiro pulling you along with him when it was time for you all to retire for the night, he would tuck you up in the furs and make sure you were warm. As it turns out Eijiro served as a wonderful heater throughout the night, his Dragon form being his choice for sleep and it kept the cold air off of your skin. You couldn’t help but feel like you were being hoarded by the Dragon though, he would always tuck you in as close to his body as he possibly could without squishing you. Katsuki had told you it was normal and so you just let it slide, getting used to the odd notion of sleeping like a baby within the Dragons boundaries. The next thing that occurred was Eijiro wouldn’t let you out of his sight, he would follow you everywhere except of course when you needed privacy and for that you were grateful. You had been told to pay it no mind and that Katsuki would deal with it but it seems his talk with the Dragon had only made him change his method. He started bringing you things, flowers, clothes and one stage even dropping an entire deer at your feet.  This morning was no different, only Eijiro had brought you something completely different; a ruby!

“Katsuki…?” You whispered as you walked over to the blonde and tapped him on his shoulder, he was still sound asleep amongst the furs. Eijiro had taken off out of the cave again, saying something about needing more furs or something along those lines.

Katsuki grumbled as he stirred, his arm moving over his eyes as he rolled onto his back and the fur pulled down off of his body. He frowned and groaned as he heard you gasp, sitting up quickly to look around the cave in confusion. “What is it, (Name)?” He croaked, sleep heavy in his voice as he rubbed his eyes.

“Ah, well I was hoping you could tell me.” You whispered as you pulled the fur up and over Katsuki’s naked body. “Why does Eijiro keep bringing me things? Being tucked up in his nest with the two of you I could handle, having him follow me was ok, at least I knew I was safe but this?” You interjected, thrusting the ruby against Katsuki’s chest. “What’s he doing? It started with flowers, then clothes, then he dropped that deer at my feet which actually scared me and now he’s given me a damn ruby!”

Katsuki frowned as he took the ruby from your hand and lifted it before his eyes, his mind was still trying to catch up with the fact that he was awake before midday. He groaned as he ran a hand over his face and mulled over everything that you had just assaulted his ears with, desperately trying to figure out what was going on. “Oh…” He breathed as it all clicked into place for him, he had seen it all before but never from the outside. No, the last time he’d seen it, the damn shit had been happening to him.

“Oh? Oh, what Katsuki?” You asked as you watched him, a bit of fear starting to work it’s way into your system.

“Spring is coming up, that’s the mating time for Dragons.” He started before stretching and yawning loudly. “Looks like Eijiro has decided to make you his mate as well.”

You blinked as you took that in, your mind rolling over the words that Katsuki had just said to you. Was he still half asleep and the words he was saying weren’t true or did he mean them? You frowned as you looked from Katsuki’s face down to the ruby in his hand, now resting against his thigh as he grumbled.

“Stupid Dragon, told him we’d wait to ask you. Suppose his instincts are kicking in with spring being so close but still, he’s courting you already that stupid lizard.”

“Wait… what? What do you mean talk to me? Are you saying that you’re ok with him doing this Katsuki?” You asked bewildered as you sat back properly amongst the furs.

“Well yeah, he’s not the only one that wants you to join us you know! I want you to be our partner as well, (Name)” Katsuki whispered before blushing darkly as he looked away from you.

“So… you and…” You blinked quickly as you ran a hand through your hair, your breath coming out in a shaky rasp. “You, both want me to be with you? To be your mate?” You watched as Katsuki nodded and tears welled in your eyes. “So, it’s ok for me to love the both of you then?”

Katsuki blinked as he looked back at you quickly and then his attention was drawn away from you as he heard the sound of wings from outside of the cave. He wasn’t stupid, he knew how sensitive Eijiro’s hearing was and he knew that he would have heard your question. He sighed heavily as a smile pulled at the edges of his lips, his eyes focused solely on you as he listened to the approach of the Dragon.

“Of course you can, (Name)” Eijiro whispered as he knelt down behind you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. “It’s more than ok to love both of us because we both love you!” He finished before kissing the side of your neck.

You sniffled slightly and smiled as you looked back at Eijiro, kissing his cheek before looking at Katsuki. You raised an eyebrow as you caught sight of the flustered expression on the blondes face, his cheeks burning a bright red as he stared at the two of you. “Katsuki?” You poked as you leaned towards him inquisitively.

“Naked… very, naked…” Katsuki stammered as little explosions went off in his palms.

“Ah, yeah well you’re normally not awake in the morning so it’s ok for me to walk around naked but you’re awake this time.” Eijiro answered from behind you and you suddenly understood Katsuki’s problem. Eijiro wasn’t the only one who was naked, you recalled the sweet ravines of Katsuki’s hips that you had seen just moments before when the fur had slipped from his naked body and you now recalled you had yet to put a top on for the day.

You squealed and blushed darkly as you made to cover your chest only to find a pair of warm hands already covering your boobs. You stared at the red scales adorning the skin of those hands and suddenly your mind was blank, Eijiro was holding your boobs.

“Fuck… Eijiro! Put some damn clothes on you horny lizard before I decide I’m jumping the both of you before spring even gets to rear its ugly fucking head!” Katsuki roared as he threw a blanket at Eijiro and before you knew it the two of them were scuffling about on the floor of the cave.

You couldn’t help but to laugh as you watched the antics of the two men who you were hopelessly in love with. You were just glad that you no longer had to hide your feelings for the two of them, that they would no longer be unrequited. You sighed in peace as you pulled one of the furs around your body and leaned back against the cave wall, it was far too early for you to be awake just yet. You cracked an eye open as the cave feel silent and stiffened instantly. Katsuki was mere inches away from your face, his crimson eyes peering down at you while Eijiro sat next to you.

“Let’s go back to fucking sleep, it’s too early for this shit!” Katsuki grumbled before pulling you both in close to his chest and falling back down into the pile of furs. “Ei, wings!” You watched as his wings covered the three of you and his heat once more enveloped your body. Just like that, wrapped up in the arms of your men you drifted off into a blissful sleep, knowing that the next time you woke up you’d probably have to deal with two horny men!

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Fresh Muse List

In case you guys were curious about my characters I have a big old list:

Egos:

Anti   (Usually the softer kind, has green emerald glowings eyes which turn staticy blue when hes vulnerable/being open/himself. He can be an asshole though and does in deed take out bad guys with his knife.)

Jameson Jackson  (Mute but does actually still have a voice- his vocals are in ruins and he's kinda dealing with poor eating making him dangerously skinny. He works as a bartender and has silver tipped brown hair that's a little bit longer than the others.)

Crank  (Robot Ethan ego. He’s an utter mess- eyes sometimes fizzle out, joints stiff, has emotional issues. He also has a corrupted voice in his head that is real nasty when he pops up and sometimes takes over their shared frame.)

Blank  (Fricking soft boy, his aura is hard to control and sometimes controls him. He has a rare heart issues which makes him prone to fainting and collpasing without much warning.  Still, he tries.) 

Jackieboyman   (Super hero boy! Super buff, caring, kind, and tol.  Lilac/Gold eyes. Little odd strip of red in his brown hair. The best voice.  Works as a gas station worker to hide his identity (he looks great in the blue button up and glasses.) He.’s ftm trans. Sometimes I HC him as a phionex other times he has pretty golden whips of light.)

King of the Squirrels   (Otherwise known as Simon. He’s a hybrid, Tail, ears. Omega. Very sweet, little skittsh and frzzled. Wears glasses and cozy sweaters- likes making nests and being out in nature. Loves PB but is actually allergic..doesn’t keep him from eating it though.)

Henrick Von Schneeplestien  (Grumpy german doctor who lives off of coffee. He is willing to assist those in need and really needs to sleep.)

Chase Brody  (He’s got his youtube channel and a bunch of positive vibes! He’s strugglign sometimes with depression but its not always so bad. Sometimes he had real bad migrains though, and he also suffers from chornic fatigue making his days shorter or hard to get teverything done.)

Wilford Warfstache  (We know him, lover of bubbles and pink. Talks funny, loves candy. Chubby man.) 

Yandere  (Nonbinary somewaht MTF.  They’re a real cutie, will punch dickheads without a sweat and really just want someone to be their senpai and let them fall for them head over heels without running away..) 

Were-Eth  (Ethan got bit by a werewolf and now deals with that. Basically an Ethan muse with a small twist. He’s absoultely adorable with the tail and ears and sharp teef.)

Mark  (Abused and kidnapped by Author My Mark is a little bit softer then the guy he’s based on. He’s a little bit shorter and alot more anxious and unsure of himself thanks to Author breaking him down. He’s vcovered in lots of scars spescfially his wrist’s and does not like water much. )

Bing.  (Tries his hardest to be good, bit glitchy but he’s chill. He tries to skate, and jokes wen nervous. He’s pretty sweet though.) 

Edward Iplier  (Absoulte adorable dork, He tries to help everyone and anyone no matter what- I’ve kinda fallen in love with the idea of him only having one arm but that’s only one of many ideas. He loves space, he’s chubby and also loves food. He’s got a prety neat aura ablity too.) 

Robbie.  (Soft grape zombie boy. He’s sweet and innocent as ever. He’s easily th e shyest of the bunch and doesn’t always talk to much. He loves getting affection though and is always eager to please.) 

And meet my OCS! Some of them are old- and alot of them are new! There's a little description for each just to get your interest~

Quinton  (A Hybrid of Demon and Angel otherwise called a Guardian.)

Ori ( Very pure angel boy AU of the angel half of Q - a little androgynous when it comes to clothing he/him sometimes they/them.)

Zeno  (A DJ with a somewhat secret love for dancing too. Only has one arm.)

Lumi (Ghost boy- literally- he died and he’s kinda like Danny phantom in reverse- he can turn solid but eventually has to rest and turn back to being unable to interact with objects)

Eztli   (Pretty grump guy who was cursed by a witch to be immortal- although it made his blood kinda..weird..)

Gallio (Strawberry Hipster guy- A photographer who also has hypoglycemia)

Aomi (A blackberry witch- hes not very great at spells yet but he tries!)

Lucas (A moonstone gem perma-fusion. Quite a nervous wreck.)

Eme. (A smart scientist. Human. Nothing special.)

Chris. (Camp leader! He’s based off David from camp camp but hes far more buff and hes not so over the top. He has his own green house and is part dryad.)

Alex  (A very confused, overly optimist Alien who doesn’t know what they are. Come from the planet Eutychia)

Locus  (Fish boi!  Transparent fins, glowy patches, plays harp + loves music)

Lir(A Tiny Octopus/Human boy!!)

Reese (Passionfruit bab! Literally. He kinda contains passionfruit pulp but don’t cut him open!!! :< Or do if you want weird angst >_>)

Benji (Strawberry shortcake boi- Cursed tape /bandages. Demi half god. One eye. Uses notes to communicate but also sign. Really. Good sweets maker)

Small bois- These boys are pocket sized! though sometimes I do like to think about them being human sized ^^.

Kiyan. (A little assistant android. Created to assist! He works at a post office currently. Pronouns do not matter to him though its usually he/they/it.)

Tobias. (Made of hair gel. Eats soap. Someone stop him before he gets a tummy ache. He/him.)

Hinto  (Guy made of foam slime- He was kinda based off Remy aka Sleep from the fanders.)

Glowstick bubs (They are tiny boys who glow like well- glowsticks but also lavalamps, very pretty to look at. and theyre nocturnal!)

Theo(A tiny ink creature. He makes a mess but hes adorable.)

JellyBubs! (A collection of tiny sentient jelly babies, The main one being strawberry aka Jeri. They dont mind what you calm them but usually they works best.)

Miel (A tiny little bee boy! He makes honey.)

Moyachi  (Cactus boi!! Loves water and has clear/lime green tinted aloe/herbal helpful blood. Spikes up at defense from bad people)

Apocolyse Squad:

Long story shot: The planet Keres,  Left uninhabitable after the invasion that ruined the air and killed almost the entire race. I have loads of stuff to talk about for this gang of 6:

Sameal o’Ceirin (Being of smoke- partly blind.)

Mallory Thomas (Part cat! Can talk to animals. Nonbinary/genderfluid.)

Hamrish Benat  (Also goes by Hami/Hayden. He/him. 4 eyes, soft tongue. PTSD. Super soft boy. Loves soap cutting videos (and doing it himself) and bears/plushies - Has an arrange of cute face masks. Is a trained nurse and learning to be a pediatrician.)

Joshua who cares (An asshole lets leave it at that.)

Andy Peters (Strong, kind. Kind of like Tyler Scheid, He/him.

Adrian  Géarán  ( Real anxious. Gets bullied alot. bit of a weakling/cry baby to some. Has a pretty shit immune system struggles with food and sleep.. He has a Demon esc-Tail, fire abilities, likes to make little robots. He loves iron man. He/him.)  

Liren Pichi (Deaf peaches n cream boi- Nickname Pichi.  He wasn’t part of the squad- however he did end up landing on their planet- he had some rough encounters with the aliens ^^)

Neighbours AU:

These guys all live in the same little  cul de sac

Lynx is from planet Ananke.

They all live on the new homeworld, Ermioni. (Its basically earth just a few more creatures live there and the government is less of a mess.)

Lesbabs:

Blake Aglaia  (She/ her.  A human with a gift of being able to put emotions into glass balls..)

Lynx ?? (She/her/they/xe/ xir  An alien and human, the alien somewhat resides inside its host but they coexist. Sometimes goes feral)   Alien half likes to go by Perse  (Percy)  They have cool looking saliva- viens that run down their arms that are pretty cool- sharper nails/claws? Tendrils. Large ol mouth. Lots of point ass teef.

Demon fam:

Hyacinth ( A six-armed demon. Grows flowers on his skin based on emotions. He’s a huge mother hen, will care for anyone. Enjoys cooking and gardening and children.  He/Him)

Rhys  (They/Them. A Demon with a great curiosity about humans) Feri  (The sibling of Ryhs)

Anthos (Rhys and Hy’s summoned accidental toddler.. He has a cute tail and tinnny horns.  He/him)

Roommates:

Douglas Connelly  (He/Him A regular chubby human bean! Loves baking and music.)

Donovan Amores  (He/Him/ Real fricking cool and smokin hot Bartender with a love for dogs. Dougs roommate. Has glowing fuckin orbs- donates his heart- is smooth as fuck, background heavily Spanish (moved when young.))

Haris Alaksim Real name (lost in translation  (Huitzilopochtli God of sun and war) ) - A god whom Dono is very close with and donates his heart two one every 3 years during the day of the highest sun. He is a god / Mouros.  Donovan refers to him as “Dios gentil”  or “ Viejo colibrí sabio”   (“El viejo colibrí sabio es un dios gentil” (The old wise hummingbird is a gentle god.)

Donovans Family

Rem (They/He/Him Looks after magical creatures- Cane is from Haris)

Oscar  (He/Him.  Not sure what trinket or power but He’s just a casual store worker w/ good arms. Surprisingly good with knives- perhaps has one from Haris?)

Nicole  (She/her/they/them.  Makes clothes..possibly got some ability to do with seasons..?  Perhaps earrings or a bracelet from Haris)

Javi  (Makes jam, cute boy, wears cloaks. Has a cute little jar necklace  ^ a proper sized magic jar.  Doesn’t mind whatever pronouns but usually prefers he/him/boy.)

Luca (FTM Trans bookkeeper- Talks to Haris most often and likes to ask questions..Has precious books…Possibly a special pen..)

Forest bois:

Cypress (The soul of the forest - Mentor of Rem. Doesn't mind what you call him but usually leans masculine.)

Unicorn boi (Yet to be fleshed out. Hes got very rare blood- lost his horn and lives with a giant inside of a bubble?  He/him/it)

Fyn. (Mushroom boy. Protects a gate. Lost his twin in a fire caused by humans.. He/him)

Fie. (Bat boy. Love fruit. Is ironically scared of the dark- shy but cute. He/Him)

Moh. (Fairy/incubus hybrid.  They/them)

Tucker. (Bunny hybrid- cool guy with bunny ears and a tail. Soft white patches on his chest. Got a bit of an attitude but is chill- is also friends with Ainsley. He/him but is usually mistaken for a girl because he by bunny standards is..)

Ainsley. (Fawn boy. Wears glasses. Much like a deer, skittish and nerdy and keeps to himself. Tries to keep Tucker out of trouble but usually ends up dragged along instead)

Experiments:

Izekiel  Iris (A being of Paint!  Stutter, anxious, hallucinates. Zones out alot. An amazing artist though. He/him though has feminine tendencies.)

Matty   (An experiment, part human, part lizard, part dragon. Much smol and cute. Hes very quiet, selectively mute on occasion. Lots of scars and trauma, scars on his arms and constantly needs to wear bandages. Very easily tired. he/him.)

Nes. (Based of off Crankgameplays as face claim but he’s basically his own thing at this point. He’s been through alot of angst and trauma and some really nasty stuff ^^’ (He killed his parents, the ice cream truck driver tried to abduct him, he was experimented on in a very bad place, and now he's an utter wreck who will cling to anyone who gives him the time of day. He has murder tenancies but is full of guilt and hates whenever he hurts anyone. Lots of panics. Very hard to handle if you aren’t patient.)

#muse list #oc list #character #ocs #//dont steal my bubs <3 #//but do come ask about them!!!!!!

[aliwept]

WARNING :     MASSIVE TOKOYAMI HC DUMP AHEAD !  part one of ..... many sldkfjds i gotta transfer a lot from old blogs

triggers:  body talk,  religions mentions,  mentions of binding, self hatred and transitioning.

BELIEFS / MOTIVATION:

tokoyami looks at becoming a hero the “wrong” way — or rather, in a way that cripples his success.he doesn’t want to become a hero in and of itself, but to help as many people as he can.

this is usually a good thing, but it is motivated by his extreme guilt and self doubt rather than pure desire, believing that that is the only way to pay for his “sins.” (i.e., the destruction or potential destruction his quirk as/could cause(d).)

he holds himself up to an extremely high standard, (it is impossible to have a totally “pure” motivation,) one of being perfect and disciplined in every way, but he consistently fails to reach that (as any human being would), making it so that he falls deeper into a circle of self-doubt and pity.

he also tends to idealize his friends for their faults, and when those difficult traits show up he gets extremely bothered, then angry at himself for his idealization, then angry for bothering them, & it escalates until he’s simply angry at himself for being what he believes to be a burden.

this is an extremely deeply rooted process, one that even daily actions contribute to, & while the source isn’t completely his parents, it is certainly reinforced by his mother’s abuse & his guilt relating to his father’s death.

PHYSICAL:

he’s not particularly muscled — well, compared to his more muscular classmates. most of his muscle is in his legs & stomach. he does not have a particular training regimen, typically unmotivated unless prompted.

unlike the majority of his classmates, because a lot of his fighting is done with dark shadow moving him (so that it’s harder to predict movements, as well as going from a large range), the majority of the time he’s not challenged physically.

against close attacks, both attacking which he uses his sword for (seen in his dorm room), when allowed. he inherited that sword from his father after his death. he also feels fatigue easily, not so much due to muscles but because of his exhaustion that is his “normal” state, given that dark shadow is nocturnal. (this & his low work ethic. he works a lot harder when training with friends.)

he doesn’t feel the need to bind more than not, given his skinny physique, with his hips being only a little bit wider than the average cis man’s.most of his scars are on his arms, self inflicted from his talons cutting into his skin. parts of his skin are covered in a gel like skin, clear to see the feathers that poke out from them, going much like arm hair down his sides. these are mostly around his shoulders.

most of the feather is underneath skin (though the skin & the feather both have no nerves), visible with the skin being mostly clear (no muscles adding color, only the natural dark pigment) with the rest of the feaher poking out at a low angle to his arm.

HABITS:

he has a diary that he writes in religiously. it’s kept in a hat box under his bed when he returns to the dorm, along with a collection he’s had since he had been able to write.

at times, in nostalgia, he’ll read through his earlier books. he also tends to doodle his classmates in them ! he’s an incredibly private person — especially because his mother ignored his privacy, refusing to let him keep secrets of any kind in ‘fear that he was hiding something’ — but also enjoys putting his thoughts into words.         

PAST:               

tokoyami was bullied due to his appearance / personality. for someone who was already uncomfortable with his body (not knowing what being trans was at that point) this became the root of deep insecurity regarding his appearance, whether it was as simple as hesitation.

he is autistic !! he stims a lot with his hands, though usually it’s in his hoodie / under his cloak, because he’s very self conscious about it.  he also has adhd: inattentive type, bpd, depression & anxiety!

fantasy verse:  he’s a witch & i will fight you on this fact. my boy loves the occult. he’s also. in generally he tends to be superstitious, & more than that enjoys different rituals! it probably won’t show up in my rp cause i honestly don’t know much about that type of thing but ! he absolutely adores things like that, not necessarily because he fully believes them but because they’re interesting & he believes that they probably stem if only in part from fact.

now im gonna add some notes here.  while he is obviously pretty strong,  he has problems with control, considering that not only does he have to react, he has to communicate those thoughts with dark shadow. speed / offense / defense obviously are enhanced w dark shadow, as well as his own abilities (he would still be able to hold his own if he couldn’t use his quirk).

as well, a lot of his stats are basically his stats + dark shadow, which obv makes them higher than they otherwise would be. he also has really high stamina and working out for a long time doesn’t really. make him tired, nor dark shadow, because dark shadow doesn’t get tired & he’s not the one doing a lot of the actual physical stuff. he’s not good w weapons tho in general. note that these are basically during the daytime w/o a huge light source so things change when it’s darker/lighter.

parents:   tokoyami’s mother had the ability to call spirits of the dead to her and talk to them, & his father’s was to house things, as in objects, so he cld like. store things inside of his body. it’s real wild.

a quirk that combined with another in tokoyami’s lineage, so one of his ancestors had the ability to shapeshift, specifically with birds & banged w someone who has a quirk similar to aizawa’s, where it basically ‘stills’ the action of .someone’s quirk, if that makes sense? so down the line people wld inherit a birds’ features, but it would switch. in his dad’s case, he got a raptors ‘arms’ & eyes.

i am here to inform you that not only is he really short, he’s also chubby! espcially as a child. while he now has muscle! :tm: ive made earlier posts about how he doesn’t have a good. regimen & shit so. yeah. just like deku, while he may be muscled, (though he’s less muscled than. most of his classmates) he still is v chubby on other parts of his body.

also ! he’s trans & he has. a large bust, which he does not bind most of the time due to fear of asphyxiation. being demiboy, he is bothered at it at times, but dislikes tight clothes as a whole (like binders). this is because he is easily overstimulated by excessive contact with his body, causing sensory overload.the exception is his neck, which his choker is a source of comfort. (though, warning, there are scars underneath that the large choker hides!)

tokoyami. will say/do something & then become embarrassed by it, after the act has already been done. he’ll fuckin melt on the spot.

tokoyami is absolutely someone to leave ppl on read. or respond w several paragraphs w ‘K.’ like. that’s just how it is. he’s lowkey an asshole in that way but he just. he has to think a lot before having a response but he gets distracted & just leaves it.

he has dark fucking brown skin !!!!! people who draw tokoyami w light skin cause he’s a ‘pale goth uwu !!!!’ are weak & will be weeded out by natural selection.

people he trains with most are ,,,  mostly kirishima, kaminari, aoyama and momo when they’re available

he’s mix of japanese, native american, and indian!

self knowledge questions:  neediness, independence, shyness.

NEEDINESS: being affirmed & nurtured by others is a central requirement for you to feel safe. this means you can be slow to warm up to other people, which is difficult because what you most need from them is their warmth. yet you know how to be vulnerable: to let down your defenses and accept that you need another person. this lack of pretense is a valuable trait, and ultimately more endearing than the macho efforts others make to deny their childlike sides.

INDEPENDENCE: you don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests & moves you. you are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. you know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

SHYNESS: part of you is gripped by the fear that you’ll launch into something and completely mess it up. the upside of this is wise caution: people are indeed often too rash, whereas you know, by instinct, that holding back can save you. probably, you feel shame and self-disgust a bit too much. but when you do feel in your element, you act with a wisdom and sensitivity never found in people with thicker skins.

there’s an au where he’s tamaki’s half brother tamakis hmu

more ramblings cause i lov him so anw. i figure that like. if he had to have a motivator it would be an outside force but basically he’s riding on the fact that he has more physical ability because he doesn’t perform very well in studies. ( bird brain …… )

getting 14th place out of the class on midterms, he’s aware that he’s not motivated & as well as his migraines & other mental illnesses ( adhd, executive dysfunction, etc. ) this means that he doesn’t really reach his “full potential.”

he’s aware of this, though, which causes him to train physically. physically training also allows him to ( a ) feel proud of himself, something that he struggles with ( b ) help him generally, esp with dysphoria ( c ) get his mind off of other things / points of stress.

i still don’t think he’s like. as buff as shouji for example, though part of that is that he’s naturally lean ! & he has trouble motivating himself sometimes but when he stays up late ( due to dark shadow ) it basically wrecks his sleeping patterns, so this gives him something beneficial to do while also exhausting himself, which he hopes will help him fall asleep.

like i know that i said that . . he was skinny / not v muscled ( when compared to his buffer classmates, rather ) but i guess i’ve been proven wrong because it took both Buff McFuck mina and hagakure 2 push him out of the way ( not tht it took that long but that was w them straining / time skips )

so @ this point i Just Don’t Know. he got 9 in the practical which means he’s obv like ?? p good but that was the entrance exam. ( he got 10 rescue my baby !!!! im so proud of him ) & then w aizawa’s exams he started off at 5 & im tryna find the other thing what it ended up as but @ this point i’m just , pretty divided cause i’m not seeing much reason for him to learn to train w/o proper training ( & we kno that he’s not someone who was trained specially like todoroki / momo tho tht doesnt mean it’s not possible & at this point im just ) ya. he’s gotta be able but from what we know he’s not v motivated ? ausdjkfdsfjk we’ll see ig.

tokoyami is a mix of shinto (where his hero epithet comes from), taoist (due to the values), & hindu (again, values). i think for now it’s going to be some mix of that, though i’m going to do some research on shinto values since i don’t know much about it !!!!!

generally, he’s pretty superstitious, just because he knows many myths are based on facts, & the idea of ‘it doesn’t hurt to watch out for them.’ he prefers to avoid possible things that would make him have bad luck.

#dont rb or i manifest in your house n kill you /

[cryptid-killjoy]

HC -Uncle Jenner

Little monstrous Delta Triton had fallen for her Frankenstein. That much was obvious to even her who could rarely manage to express more than brood, animosity, or anger until he came along. The little girl in the frames in the castle she barely recognized had started to come alive in her when he was around. She smiled more. She danced more. She let herself feel free more and felt more comfortable in her own skin. 

However, since the conflicted feelings rose up in her about her father and all she’d learned in the fae world things were rearranging inside her again. Growing up was hard enough. But, all this made it extremely more difficult. The part of her that was still holding a grudge with her father understood Frank. But, Frank didn’t seem to understand she loved her father as much as Frank loved Sally even after all the running away, even after the bruises, and fights. She had a different dynamic with her dad than he had with his mom, but for as much as she fought Triton, she also cared. She tried to explain that for the first time during their dinner upset and it didn’t seem to get far with Frank. 

It didn’t stop her from wanting to be with Frank. Christmas came and went and it was happy. She meant everything she put into those drawings for Sally and Frank too. Still, there was a disconnect, some blind spot right between his eyes that she felt like was stopping him from truly seeing her, even when she bore all before him, really, truly seeing her. It scared her to believe that. What if the one piece of her he was missing was the one piece he wouldn’t like and finally draw a line in the sand. 

It was that empty feeling wishing to express and not being able to connect with him that had her spending so much spare time in Christmasland where her naivety let herself indulge in some silly school girl belief they’d always be fine.  She went there alot actually all by herself. She’d sit in that room on that bloody couch with her thoughts and disconnect. Her thoughts went back to the fae world often which led to so much of her mother. She struggled with memory. She thought it was just because she was young and it was hard to remember childhood so clearly. But, it was more. Triton knew it. Delta did not, that her memory was altered when they sent him away from the fae world. 

One particularly disconnected day she found herself compelled to go back to the castle instead of her holiday hotel. She ended up in the wine cellar and drank by herself. She went down that hallway with all her smiling photos and yanked them off the walls and stomped on them, threw them against the stone walls, spun them out like frisbees, and spiked them like footballs. She screamed at the top of her lungs, no pillow to muffle, all out into the giant ball room that echoed around her. It felt like the echo was mocking her, how alone she felt in all this. 

She had minions, Frank’s family, her own, Spade and her mean girls, an entire school faculty treating her like a queen, even the Laveaus. But, she just couldn’t feel connected to any of it or maybe she’d just drank too much? She climbed up to the top of the highest tower, the same tower Flotsam and Jetsam were tortured in by her mother. Traces of that haunted energy was still there. Horrific tragedy had a way of sticking around. She could hear their screams, Flotsam’s cries for his brother’s mercy were mocked and the energy from those memories in the very walls chased her out till she found herself on the roof.  

She was not the suicidal type. But as she stood on the ledge feeling so disconnected and under the influence, she’d sway, staring down into the water and rocks below, and her thoughts were to jump. Just jump. She took a wobbly step closer and a near slip nearly stopped her heart and she backed up a several steps. 

That’s when she remembered the pixie dust. Stupid Arthur and his stupid present. Okay, so maybe it was impressive he actually managed to procure it while he was so sick instead of when she dared him to years ago when he still had two legs. Was late better than never? She never thanked him. She never even acknowledged it was given. 

Still she pulled it out, dusted the pixie dust all over herself, and stepped back up to the ledge with more conviction this time. Jump. Just jump. Every voice in her head was telling her to just do it. Then right when she’d geared herself up to go a darkness swirled around her right out of the shadows and a deep familiar voice said, “No. Don’t do it. You have no happy thoughts. You won’t fly.” But, she jumped anyway and a dark black hand extended from stone and yanked her back. She’d tumble backwards and land harshly, but alive. 

The dizzying swirls were disorienting like falling into another world as the darkness slowly formed

Dr Jenner Chernabog.

Ok that was just weird. Her mind had to do a double take. Why was her doctor here? How did he get into her castle? 

Right as her confusion was ready to yell at him for stopping her Diablo swooped in and landed on this fucker’s shoulder. 

Diablo was her protector. He wouldn’t land there if it wasn’t safe, if there wasn’t a message, or something usable. However, the image of their silhouette was more haunting than the screams in the tower. She was remembering something but couldn’t quite grasp it. 

She’d extend her arm and Diablo would fly back to her. She studied the doctor’s face. It was always changing, like heat on pavement, she couldn’t always see him perfectly clear, his image wavy. 

“Why did you save me?” 

“Because you wouldn’t fly. You don’t need that anyway child. All you have to do is spread your wings.” 

Delta shook her head. “I’ve tried. I can’t lift off.” 

Then out from this being’s back was the first a shadow.wings then spread huge and leather shaped but stone in texture. The span so large it blocked the moonlight, and the stars, and darkened the entire roof to pitch. This caused Delta’s eyes to flicker green slits like how a flashlight on pupils causes them to shrink. Her body adjusted to needing to see in the dark with her dragon’s eyes. 

She couldn’t help but notice how similar in shape her wings were compared to his. Horns too as he said, “I can teach you.” Then the shadow of his hands stretched beyond natural and actually reached into her back and pulled her wings right out. No blood. Like magic, unlike how they usually worked, except in the fae world.  He flapped several huge gusts of wind that caused her to lift right off the ground and hover like a hummingbird before her feet landed back on the ground. 

Dr. Chernabog. Dr. Dr. Doctor. His name kept ringing alarms in her head. She didn’t know why as she’d known him as long as she could remember when she got sick. 

Remember. 

Diablo. Diablo. Doctor. Diablo Darling. 

Uncle. 

“Uncle Jenner?” 

“So you do remember?” He smiled at the prospect. She had been so very young. 

She shook her head, “No. No really. I don’t really know what’s happening. I don’t remember.” 

Jenner stepped forward and smoked out like a genie disappearing to a magic lamp, only instead of a lamp, he disappeared into Delta. If she couldn’t make any sense of it all with what memories she had left, then he’d show her his own.

She and Diablo in human form were running in circles around Jenner playing. Delta couldn’t have been more than 3. She was sitting on his lap tugging at his horns, pulling his hair, scratching his face, and laughing. So many memories replayed in her mind before he finally stopped and jumped out of her body. The experience felt longer than it was, but it exhausted her just the same. Being possessed was an invasive tiresome business. She laid on the cold hard rooftop and looked up at Jenner who also looked exhausted from the experience. They both looked too tired to move. Diablo nested against her.

“Why? Why now? I needed you.” If all this was true, where had he been all this time when she needed him?  

He shook his head. “No you didn’t. I’ve always been there. Search your feelings. You know it’s true. Look at your life. You’ve never needed anyone.” 

Somehow Delta knew. He was that motion from the corner of her eyes, but when she turned her head, nothing was there. He was the feeling that someone was following her even when she looked over her shoulder and no one was there. She just knew. 

The girl didn’t need him. That’s how Jenner saw it. Triton provided the basics of human care, food, shelter, open arms, even if Delta denied herself of them and provided her own. Oogie was next in line to take care of her, but he knew that beautiful nightmare well. She didn’t want to be burdened with another rugrat not her own. Delta was doing just fine herself by villain standard. Jenner watched just in case for Maleficent, for Oogie, for Delta, for the Horned King. Oogie stepped in when the time was right and gambled her way into Delta’s life when her lifestyle and destructive forces were coming to a head. Jenner saw Oogie as the perfect Godmother in that way. He kept eye on the smaller things to take such burden off Oogie’s shoulders, the day to day, ever watching. Oogie was a queen that deserved her self indulgence time, had terror to cause. In his view, he stepped in as the man to take the thankless jobs of child care off her back as he stalked Delta’s life from the shadows. 

Delta was tentative. “You aren’t about to tell me you’re my real father are you? What are you?” She kept looking at the wings so similar. 

“No. I’m not your father. But, I’m in your veins. I’m the magic that keeps you cloaked from those that banished your mother in this world. You’re nothing but a shadow to them here.”

Detla’s jaw went tight. “You’re not human.” 

“Not anymore.” He shook his head no. “I’m not man enough to be human. But, neither are you.” 

She grew frustrated with his simplistic answers. “I don’t understand.” 

“Demonic. My Infernal sorcery has kept you safe from your mother’s true enemies for a long time. It dissolved didn’t it, when you stepped in their world?” 

She shook her head, yes. Horns, wings, all exposed without her doing. Her wings even changed slightly with more feathers and she didn’t understand that at all. She was getting her answers. 

“I’ve been there Delta. I’ve always been there.” 

“Then why show yourself now? This way?” 

He motioned the ledge she was about to plummet from. “What do demons do? You were never lost before. You’re a lost soul now. But, it’s not your time. Condemnation might be your future, but you’re not done here. You have a debt to pay.” 

She shook her head. “I don’t owe anyone anything.” 

“Really?” He pointed at himself. Then a pair of dice appeared in his hand but instead of dots when he rolled snake eyes across the roof, It was two of Boogie’s little faces right in the middle instead that landed in front of Delta. 

“Who’s kept you safe all this time? Who just saved you from your choice to play human? You have years of debt to pay.” 

Delta felt threatened, but she felt this conflict of gratitude as well, more to Jenner than Oogie, but she was also a logical thinker. In some way, she knew he made sense. 

“I didn’t ask for any of this.” 

“You didn’t have to. You’re a legacy of one of the greatest magic wielders of our time.”

“Then let her pay it off if she’s so great.” 

Jenner’s smile fizzled in and out of reality as he stepped closer to her and shook his head. “She’s already in debter’s prison isn’t she? Her own personal Hell. You can’t hide from who you are, Delta. The only thing you have left to do is claim it.” 

“I don’t think I want to claim it. You can’t make me.” 

He bowed his head to that. “No. I would never do that. It goes against every infernal unlaw there is. That’s why you’re lost. That’s why I’m here.”

To Delta, he was like an angel, only he didn’t say anything comforting except, ‘I’m here’ and that was enough to have her step forward as he said “Face your fears.” 

“I’m not scared of anything.” 

Chernabog laughed right out loud at her and put his arm around her. “If that was true Spade couldn’t give you nightmares. She’d be defenseless in your head.” 

Delta was shocked he knew. Maybe he really was always around? Then Chernabog reached to the little yellow bag of pixie dust and tapped it. “Start small. Start here. But, face your fears or you’ll never get rid of me. Claim the trident. Claim the sea. Claim the staff. Claim the trees. The Moors. Christmas Town. This castle. Claim what’s yours. Don’t stop short with holly, mistletoe, and old ticket stubbs.” 

She looked down at the pixie dust and nodded. She wasn’t sure what she wanted. She wasn’t lost and suddenly found. But affection for a creature that had been there never changing her, never saying no, never stopping her from one decision she had ever made, made it feel like she wasn’t so alone after all. He gave her advice and promised to be there if she didn’t follow it. It made it all the more tempting not to just to keep him around. 

Then she’d start to walk back to the window to head back in the castle and leave. But, he stopped her. “Go this way.” He smirked over the ledge and spread her wings out wide with shadowy hands. Then he took off running and leapt out with her underneath him like a tandem skydive.  

They spiraled circles around the castle and landed by the boulders breaking waves at the edge of the water.

“Thanks, Doc- er- Uncle Jenner.” Then she ran up and hugged him because flying like that was so cool. 

She saluted off the top of her head as she walked away. She headed out. She was going to go see Arthur next. She turned around to wave goodbye but Chernabog was gone. But, something made her smile as she felt like maybe he wasn’t really gone at all. Diablo flew to her shoulder and the pair would walk out for a day’s hike to Sherwood Forest Faire. 

#delta head canon #chernabog head canon

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

TF2 HCs for Medic and Spy, platonic, colleague, ship, enemies... just all of it (because that anon was way too funny and made me realize "what do you think of those two....")

Medic & Spy are uniquely fine-tuned creatures for their professions. 

Both possess their own degree of silver-tongued persuasion… and minor madness. How else could they function so well in situations where their lives were always in jeopardy?

Dark humour can only go so far, after all. Suave snark is an intriguing camouflage, a good facade… but, realistically Death is only funny after you have evaded its embrace… 

Medic is a man of passion for experimentation, for pushing boundaries and revelling in the sound as they shatter under his genius. The human body fascinates, the way it can be torn asunder and remade, augmented, changed, twisted and improved… all with perseverance, skill, and… a general disregard for modern medical ethics/human life. 

He has seen brutality and cruelty, and certainly he can dish out the same when necessary; but he is, to a fault, a healer. The man cares for his team, albeit in an abstract way; and keeps them alive, healthy, functioning… even if that requires a baboon uterus or two be involved in the process. 

The Medigun is proof of his genius, and his commitment; though it is often discarded for the syringe gun and bonesaw should the team not pay enough attention to his on-field mortality. Initially, Medic loathed the Spy class; one can only be backstabbed so often, after all… and you could say such blatant characterisation could be true of the opposing team’s espionage agent, but perhaps unfair to label their own. 

Though Medic would vehemently state he had had issues with the man from the beginning. It had not been a pleasant realisation to find Spy could speak German, French, Russian and a whole gamut of other languages… meaning that the knowing smirk he adopted whenever Heavy & Medic were conversing… in hindsight, revealed he had been intruding on their privacy. 

The way Spy would simply appear, also held him in some ill-repute. For a man with a team full of people who had lived their entire lives on the edge, always a hair’s breadth from death, who would react with violence and self-preservation when startled… Spy did like to test their reflexes. Indeed, Medic had originally stabbed the man a few times, with whatever was to hand (scalpel, pencil, bonesaw, etc.) when he felt a presence suddenly behind him. 

It was understandable, really, but Spy seemed to take insult, as one would.

Now, though, the team could mostly tell when the sanctity of their personal space bubble was being invaded. It was the whisper-quiet footsteps, the shush of air displacement, the odd sensation of warmth from an unseen body too close to your own, a faint… scent of something that wasn’t cologne or aftershave but definitely expensive… all of which they could reasonably detect, if not intently focused on something. And even if they were, usually the sound of the man decloaking could alert them to their visitor…

Still, theirs was not a harmonious relationship. Spy maintained that his uber transplant was literally only done for the sake of revenge, as when would Medic EVER uber the espionage agent? A fair assumption. A true assumption… but the Medical Man would never admit it.

Spy also had a grievance with Medic, the first and only person on the team to catch him with his mask off in the first year of their work on base. He had had a large piece of shrapnel from an opposing rocket that’d bounced off a concrete wall he’d been cloaked by, jutting out in a bloody mess from his right cheek. Engineer had taken one look and told the ‘Spah’ to ‘go get the Doc to look at you’; which was infuriating, because the dispenser was right there, but… well perhaps it was important that nothing go wrong. Outside of this place, of Team Fortress, his looks were a selling point in the espionage business.

The bedraggled Medic, sans any form of teammate to shield him, was swiftly moving back to the cover of the respawn area; moving between buidlings and debris, alerting Spy to the presence of the enemy sniper. He’d covertly cloaked and circled around, yanking Medic into a building, hand clasped over the German’s mouth, and frantically trying to decloak before he was murdered accidentally by the flailing bonesaw. He hisses as Medic’s fist connects with the debris, even briefly, and snapped a rude response in French. 

The Medical man had frozen, thought for a second, then relaxed. Realising which Spy it was instantly, given their checkered history of perpetual insults and arguments. 

“Vhat can I do for you, Herr Spy?” he’d said, when released, and Spy had wondered if the man needed better glasses for a moment before realising he was being teased. 

“Well, if it iz convenient for you, doctor, I do ‘ave a minor problem you may be able to assist with…” he responds, equally cordial; like this was a covert complimentary contest and each pleasantry a strike or miss, between the men.

“Oh yes, let us sort out zhe boo-boo…” mutters Medic, yanking tweezers out of his pouch, prodding at the area with a gloved hand. Neither of them were perfectly sterile, but… well, it was war… of a sort. “Fascinating, beuatiful, you should be proud Herr Spy…”

The espionage agent attempted to remain still, nonchalant, but exhaled sharply at the sensation of Medic wiggling the piece to test the degree of penetration into the facial region. Medic paused, hummed, and tilted his head; thinking.

“It vould be best if I could cut zhe mask off, at least around zhe vound… I could get a better grip to remove it. Very fortunate you did not use the dispenser, or it would have inadvertently formed skin over zhe metal surface of zhis fragment. Although it vould have been quite fun to remove… do try to get to a dispenser next time, ja?”

The next few moments had been careful removal of the mask around the metal, and the rest, Medic dabbing antiseptic with a little bit of something that numbed pleasantly, all about the base of the object. Spy only managed to get to 3, though instructed to count to 10, before Medic yanked the object out… without the right amount of mental preparation, he swore.

Medic laughed, and examined the metal, then the wound, before apparently deciding it was intact enough that the situation warranted no further digging about… rather than use the medigun, he removed a syringe from the crusader’s crossbow, and initially sluiced the area before just injecting the rest in a surprise move that made Spy jump. It was, as always, effective; and Spy was left uncertain how to react when the other man patted him on the cheek with a smart, “Zhere you go, all better…” and walked away, whistling.

He’d felt quite naked in that moment. But betrayal came slightly later when he realised Medic had taken note of the inherent similarities between himself and, well, a certain other team member… and tested their DNA without letting either know. Medic liked to know things; and certainly, Spy could hardly fault him on that, but this was too personal. Something the espionage agent himself didn’t like to admit… and now, Medic, perhaps even Heavy, knew for certain. A breach of privacy for a Spy, was like a gaping wound; it had to be dealt with before things grew serious.

And so, a month later, Spy had confronted Medic in the Infirmary. Carefully timing his visit to coincide with Heavy’s preferred shower time, so as not to raise the ire of a man strong enough to give a mountain a concussion, for the Russian had been extra vigilant for Medic ever since the whole dna debacle. Oh it started cordially, a snide comment as he decloaked; Medic’s careful nonchalance and withering pleasantry/insults far sharper than his beloved scalpels. 

A dance of words, a cautious testing of the boundaries; waiting for an opening, a misstep to throw the other down and triumph. An argument, that wanted to pretend itself a pure conversation, nothing more than a little pointed banter between comrades…

Points were scored with throwaway statements, a mockery here or there, a snidely accusatory query about someone’s medical licence, the returned inquiry regarding how much child endowment someone would owe after 27 years… 

It was deadly. The room radiated a malevolent, predatory energy that seemed to build like a physical thing. 

What had originally been an idea to confront and coerce the Medical man into silence… was turning out to be something far more toxic, in actuality. There were hidden resentments between Classes, bubbling to the surface unrestrained, now. Little things about the other that irked, that annoyed, that inconvenienced…

Too many little experiments, eavesdropping, subtle blackmail, baby baboons, the whispered name of a long-dead love, the accusation of an abandoned living one… and so on. This game had come to a clash, as it had always been going to, and it would end one way or another today. 

Intelligence is multifaceted; people can be experts in different things, and utterly unable to fathom the most simplistic concept of an area of expertise outside of their own. Such is humanity. And here, Medicine & Science clashed with Espionage & Secrecy; in a different world perhaps this could all have been different, perhaps they could have been friends to start with… perhaps.

And yet, with a scathing statement that seemed to shock both the target and the one who stated it… it ended. Like a thunderclap, the silence following what was said rang deafeningly, the pure maliciousness of the words a physical ache in the room that made it hard to breathe. 

A pause. Both men stared at one another, unsure where to go from there…

Creatures of logic and cunning sometimes find emotional resolution a hard concept to grasp, much less enact. And yet… here, and now, the silence was broached by a soft apology, and a moment after, the equally quiet acceptance.

Peace. Truce.

“Vhy did it come to zhis?” Medic asked, not looking at the other, neither man could stand to at the moment. “Are ve so different, you and I, zhat companionship is too far-fetched a concept?”

Spy huffs out a tired, slightly amused, laugh. “Non, doctor… I do believe zhe problem is zhat we are far too alike. Opposites may attract, but similarities clash, or something of that nature… ‘ardly poetic, but…” He shrugged, avidly invested in tracing the bloodstains on the floor, and definitely not avoiding eyecontact with the other. Spies should not be so profoundly influenced by words… and yet…

“Ve may be similarly inclined academically, Herr Spy, but I zhink ve can both agree zhat I am far prettier zhan you… zhe truth hurts, I know…” Medic mock-consoles, lightening the mood of the room with a joke, and turning to gaze at Spy. He was smiling; not the cruel, bloodlust induced maniacal grin… just a regular, genuine smile… like he often flashed at Heavy, or sometimes Demo and Scout. 

Spy made a great show of lighting and then exhaling the smoke of, one of his designer cigarettes, as he slowly dragged his eyes over Medic’s form; expression blank and slightly judgemental. He cocked an eyebrow, “Oui, maybe so, Doctor… but zhere is something to be said for personality.” He paused, “Not zhat you would know…”

After a slight pause, he grinned, to indicate he was also attempting to lighten the mood; and Medic laughed. A delightful sound that seemed to brush away the last dark cobwebs of a moment before…

And so it was settled, with something that could not be taken back, and a quiet apology. Spy and Medic learned to work together, on and off the field. Of course they fought, what two humans live in perpetual harmony? 

But it was functional, and the rest of the team breathed a sigh of relief, as the base became hospitable again.

Spy was shocked to receive his first uber mid-battle... thought he did run up an impressive killstreak

Medic, with Spy’s help, learned to anticipate the opposing Spy’s most common approaches; and was backstabbed less on-field as a result

Spy found the Crusader’s Crossbow a much more covert manner of receiving healing from Medic, when disguised

Medic got rather good at pinpointing the opposing Sniper’s nest and relaying it to Spy, who could then take him out

Off the field, Spy conversed with Medic and Heavy in a variety of languages; discussing complex ideologies and reminiscing about strange situations they had survived, through the long nights after battle. 

Spy was delighted to realise Medic couldn’t cook to save himself; and MEdic equally delighted to mock Spy about his skincare routine (not that he had one, but that it took 45 minutes). Spy pointed out they couldn’t all be part-medigun fluid and stay eternally youthful... and Medic offered to fix that (Spy hastily declined, he’d seen the implant).

Medic’s doves were getting far too friendly with Spy, he’d started teaching them covert commands in French, which was causing the others no end of chaos.

Spy was not impressed to find Medic had stolen his sapper to settle a base-wide argument over who got the television set at 4:45pm, because multiple interesting shows were on... and Medic just wanted quiet. 

Sometimes they watched movies, or went out to nice restaurants, simply to get away from the others (and then complain about them). Medic was frustrated at being left alone to be picked off frequently with 98% uber, and Spy was tired of teammates drawing enemy fire to his cloaked self... and so on.

Both men were equally frustratingly stubborn about having any illness. Heavy thought it amusing that he would have to drag one or the other to the Infirmary (heavily protesting they were FINE) to be cared for. Normally he would help Medic when he man was ill, but recently...

If they had assumed they were being covert, they were not. At least to Heavy.

Though he assumed they didn’t realise it either, until Scout made a “So do I call ya Dad or Daddy, now?” joke at Medic, who nearly inhaled his soupspoon. 

At which point the base realised... they didn’t know.

Or they didn’t until then. 

Spy recovered his composure first. “Ahem, Doctor it seems we ‘ave been dating...”

“...Indeed.” Medic replies absently, lost in thought. Then he blinks, claps his hands, and says, “Vhat an excellent development, I had not even realised... ve must do something to celebrate!”

Spy smiles, realising the sensation swelling in his chest is pure admiration for the Medical man’s vivacity and youthful vigour. He picks up his wine, a standard dinner accompaniment, and sips... 

...but almost spits it out again as Scout (the son he’s pretending not to have) leans over and whispers, “So uh, are you or I gonna call the Doc ‘Daddy’? Kinda need to know now so it don’t get weird later...”

As he’s struggling not to choke to death, with Demo patting him on the back, an amused Medic looks directly at Scout and says, “Zhat is no vay to talk to your vater, young man, go to your room...”

...it’s even more amusing when, grumbling about the unfairness of it all, Scout does.

Spy catches Medic’s eye, and beams. This was certainly going to be interesting.

#prince-darkleboop

[kore-queen-of-hades]

How do their stories change in the Halloween AU? How do they all meet, and what are the first impressions on each other? Also can you give a few random headcanons about them •v•??

The whole story in the Halloween au is that, they’re creatures, shenanigans ensues. 

I guess minor changes with the stories, like how they met. Instead of in school, I’d imagine, since Sky is a demon and she has some form of control over Hell, she’s meet Rye, Val, and Ami cause they’re dead. Austin not dead, but he does eat humans, so I can see Sky telling him to stop killing so many of them cause that makes the death rate go up, and it makes her job harder.

First impressions, I guess the girls were like “well shit , can’t get on her bad side, she controls Hell.” and Austin, probably just stared at her while she bitched at her thinking, “you’re aggressive, mean and scary... I love you!”

They’re all dicks to each other.

Head Cannons (I’d also love to hear other HC about this au):

Sky:

-Even more of a bitch, then normally

-Expresses her emotions through hissing and shrieks

-Rarely smiles normally

- Spirits get the fuck out of the way when they see her

Rylee:

-Died in a car crash 

-Body is full of stitches, wounds and bruises

-Sky gave her the cloak, Val has to constantly sew it up, along with Rylee’s body

-terrible sight, every is blurry, gets worst at night

-Doesn’t talk a lot, she has stitches on her mouth, and it sometimes come out scratchy

-When she talks too much, Sky pulls her mouth stitches, pulling it together shut. 

Valentine:

- Cry baby

-Hates men

-Loves stealing children, the others constantly make her take them back

- Can travel through water spots or any liquid, however it has to be bigger then her to get her whole body through it

-Face is never dry

Amioko:

-So full of her self

-Rashes all over her cause she won’t stop scratching and picking at her skin

-Sleeps all day, Sky’s a dick who like to draw on her face

-Her mouth is absolutely gross to look at (it’s cut up, bloody, rotten) 

-Steals clothes off of her victims

-Won’t look in a mirror, the girls and Austin just hold one up if they want her to shut up or leave 

Austin:

-Huge appetite 

-Taller and thinner then Sky in this AU

-Sky gave him his face mask, it has a string on the back that Sky yanks when he’s being a little shit

-Sky also gave him the deer pelt, she told him that he looked like a fuck boy without it

-Sky is a bitch to him, but her loves her so much, she’s can be really nice to him, but can’t let him hurt street cred

-His jaw can unhinge, and his teeth are dark, sharp and long

-Has a bad habit of biting his fingers, he’s broken and ripped his fingers multiple times by doing it