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Hiya! Saw you were open for requests and was wondering what are your limits and rules for requesting? Got types of things you won’t draw? Thank you! :)

As far as art goes, I'll draw just about anything EXCEPT the extreme stuff. Like r@pe/sa, anything sexual involving children, inc€st, extreme NSFW, age gap, proship, stuff like that.

Thats also included with any just random asks that doesnt involve art. I dont want that shit.

But there are a vast range of things I WILL draw! Including,

• Characters from literally whatever. Be it from a videogame, tv show, anime, movie- what have you! (If I havent heard of whatever media said character its from, let me know what it is so I can look it up and learn more about it :])

•Suggestive content/mild NSFW

•OC's or self insert characters

•Gore(nothin too crazy tho, just the mild to medium stuff. If youre unsure whats too much, just ask and I'll let you know!)

•Furry characters(including ponies- ive been learning how to draw ponies kinda in an mlp-but-in-my-style way :])

•Ships! Character x Character, OC x Character, Self Insert x Character- all of em!! Except the weird shit..you know who you are.

(If I think of anything else, Ill add it once I make a proper rules and limits post :])

I'll make a proper thing on my page that will have all my rules and stuff on it later on. Im working on another Finding Frankie drawing at the moment 👀

Thank you for your question!!

Edit: I’ve realized I should specify my limits on the requests of ship art. If you request self ship art, and you are asking to be drawn shipped with an adult character, and you are a minor, I will not draw it.

I’m not comfortable drawing minors shipped with adult characters or characters portrayed in the media it’s in and/or by the fandom as an adult. Now, if you want an OC (that’s an adult) shipped with an adult character, I don’t mind.

Unless youre a minor and you see a character as a parental figure, and want to be drawn with said character as such, a wholesome child-parent thing- I don’t mind that either.

This also includes any other kinds of ship art. Any child x adult requests will be ignored and deleted from my inbox. Along with anything else I’ve listed above as stuff I won’t draw.

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explosive hearts: a bday surprise ꣑ৎ

𖤐 synopsis: the explosive hero-in-training reluctantly endures a surprise birthday party organized by his classmates, but finds genuine joy in the thoughtful gift and quiet moments shared with you.

𖤐 trigger warnings: fluff

𖤐 pairing: katsuki bakugou x gender neutral! reader (post-relationship)

the hallways of ua were surprisingly quiet as you made your way toward the heights alliance dormitory, clutching a small package wrapped in black paper with tiny orange explosion patterns. your heart hammered in your chest, almost rivaling the explosive quirk of the boy whose birthday it was today.

katsuki bakugou. april 20th.

you'd been planning this for weeks—the perfect gift, the right moment to give it to him, and most importantly, how to survive the encounter without becoming a victim of his infamous temper. dating bakugou for the past few months had been an adventure, to say the least. beneath that prickly exterior was someone fiercely loyal and determined, someone who pushed you to be better every day.

but that didn't make his birthday any less intimidating.

---

the morning had started with a flood of texts from your classmates, all coordinating for bakugou's "surprise" party—a surprise he'd undoubtedly see coming from a mile away.

"remember, 5 pm sharp!" mina had texted, followed by a string of explosion emojis. "and don't tell him!"

you'd spent your free period between classes frantically wrapping his gift, your mind replaying memories of how your relationship with the explosive hero-in-training had evolved.

it had begun during joint training sessions three months ago. you'd been paired together for combat practice, and unlike others who hesitated around his fiery temper, you stood your ground.

"you're not going to beat a villain by holding back, so don't hold back with me!" you'd challenged him.

he'd looked shocked for a moment before that trademark smirk spread across his face. "fine by me. don't cry when you lose!"

to everyone's surprise (especially his), you'd managed to hold your own. not win—bakugou was too skilled for that—but you'd impressed him. and impressing bakugou katsuki was no small feat.

after training, he'd cornered you in the hallway.

"you. train with me tomorrow," he'd demanded, more than asked.

and so began your regular training sessions, which gradually transformed from strictly professional to something more personal. you noticed how he'd adjust his techniques to help you improve, how his criticism, while blunt, was always constructive. the way his eyes lingered on you when he thought you weren't looking.

your first kiss had been after a particularly grueling session. both of you, sweaty and exhausted, had collapsed against the gym wall. you'd turned to say something, only to find his face inches from yours, those intense crimson eyes studying your face with an unfamiliar softness.

"you're not half bad," he'd mumbled, and then his lips were on yours, rough and demanding yet surprisingly gentle.

since then, your relationship had been as explosive and intense as the boy himself—full of heated arguments, passionate make-up sessions, and quiet moments of understanding that no one else got to see.

and now, his birthday was here, and you wanted it to be special.

---

according to kirishima, bakugou hated celebrations focused on him. "too much damn attention," he'd growl. yet you knew he secretly appreciated the acknowledgment—just not the fuss.

as you approached his door, voices from inside made you pause.

"deku, get that stupid banner out of my face!"

"but kacchan, it's your special day! everyone pitched in to—"

"i don't care! i didn't ask for this!"

"come on, man!" kirishima's cheerful voice. "it's just a small party! even all might sent you a card!"

you winced. so much for your plan to have a quiet moment with him. class 1-a had apparently beaten you to the punch with a surprise party. for a moment, you considered turning back, waiting until later when the chaos had died down.

"where's [y/n]?" bakugou's gruff question made you freeze. "if you extras dragged everyone here but didn't tell [y/n], i'm blowing this whole damn dorm up."

your heart fluttered. he was looking for you?

taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door. the room fell silent instantly.

the door flew open to reveal bakugou himself, hair wild as always, crimson eyes narrowing when he saw you. behind him, the entire class froze in various stages of party preparation. midoriya was hanging a crooked "happy birthday" banner, kirishima and sero had armfuls of snacks, and ashido was attempting to set up a small music system. kaminari was in the corner, tangled in what appeared to be extension cords, while todoroki stood awkwardly by the window, holding a small wrapped gift.

"there you are," bakugou grumbled, something like relief crossing his features before his scowl returned. "these idiots decided to invade my room."

"happy birthday, katsuki," you said softly, holding out the small package. "i was hoping to catch you alone, but..."

his eyes darted to the gift, then back to your face. without warning, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the hallway, slamming the door behind him.

"hey!" came the muffled protests from inside.

"kacchan! we spent hours decorating!"

"bakugou, that's rude!" you chided, but couldn't help smiling. this was so like him.

"they can wait," he said, crossing his arms. "i've been dealing with their birthday crap all day. first, round face and deku ambushed me at breakfast with some homemade card that looked like a five-year-old made it. then glasses gave me some lecture about 'the importance of commemorating one's date of birth with proper reflection.' as if i give a crap."

you laughed, imagining iida's serious expression as he delivered what was probably a well-intentioned speech.

"then all might sent me a card with some american superhero on it," bakugou continued, rolling his eyes, though you noticed he didn't sound quite as annoyed about that one. "and now they've taken over my room like it's their right. i haven't had five minutes to myself all day."

"want me to come back later?" you asked, though you were disappointed at the thought.

"no," he said quickly, almost too quickly. his cheeks colored slightly as he realized his eagerness. "i mean, you're already here, so whatever."

"smooth recovery," you teased.

"shut up," he growled, but there was no real heat behind it.

"here," you said again, pushing the package toward him. "it's not much, but i thought you might like it."

he took it with surprisingly gentle hands, turning it over once before carefully tearing the wrapping paper. inside was a custom-made training journal, bound in leather with his hero name embossed on the cover in orange lettering. when he opened it, the first page had a handwritten note from you.

"to become the number one hero, you need to keep track of what works. no one works harder than you, katsuki. happy birthday. - [y/n]"

the rest of the pages were specially formatted for training regimens, with sections for technique improvements, quirk developments, and combat strategies. you'd also included some analysis of his recent fights from the training exercises, with your own observations on what made his moves effective.

in the very back, hidden between the last page and the cover, was a photo you'd secretly taken during one of your training sessions. bakugou was mid-explosion, his face lit by the orange glow of his quirk, a fierce grin of pure joy on his face. it captured everything you loved about him—his power, his passion, his absolute certainty in his own abilities.

bakugou was silent for so long that you started to worry.

"if you don't like it, i can get something—"

"shut up," he interrupted, but his voice lacked its usual bite. he was still staring at the journal, running his thumb over the embossed letters. his eyes had found the hidden photo, and you saw his expression soften in a way that made your heart race. "this is... good. really good."

coming from bakugou, that was equivalent to anyone else's effusive praise.

"you actually put thought into this," he continued, glancing up at you. "not just some random crap like the extras in there."

"well, i know how serious you are about becoming the best," you replied. "and you deserve tools that match your ambition."

something changed in bakugou's expression then—a softening around the eyes, a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth. before you could react, he'd stepped forward, one hand coming up to cup the back of your neck.

"you get me," he said quietly, almost wonderingly. "everyone else just sees the explosions."

"i see all of you, katsuki. the good, the bad, and the explosive."

he laughed then—a rare, genuine sound that made your heart soar. "damn right you do."

his kiss caught you by surprise, fierce and passionate like everything he did, yet with an underlying tenderness that he showed to no one else. you melted into it, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer, his free hand sliding to the small of your back.

the door suddenly flew open, and you both sprang apart to find kirishima grinning at you.

"sorry to interrupt, lovebirds, but we've got cake melting in here. very unmanly to waste good food."

bakugou's face flushed red—from embarrassment or anger, you couldn't tell. "hair-for-brains! ever heard of privacy?"

kirishima just laughed. "come on, birthday boy. everyone's waiting."

"don't call me that," bakugou growled, but he didn't protest further. instead, he tucked the journal carefully into his pocket and took your hand, his palm warm against yours. "those idiots in there probably got a cake or something. might as well not let it go to waste."

it was as close to "thank you for the party" as bakugou would ever get.

"lead the way, birthday boy," you teased.

he growled at the nickname but didn't let go of your hand as he pushed the door open, facing his classmates with what could almost be described as tolerance. "alright, you extras! let's get this over with!"

---

the party was actually fun, even by bakugou's standards, though he'd never admit it out loud. the cake was spicy chocolate—someone had done their research—and even the gifts showed that his classmates knew him better than he gave them credit for.

kirishima had gotten him a set of premium hand weights. "for when you can't get to the gym, bro!"

todoroki, surprisingly, had gifted him a high-end knife set. "you mentioned wanting to improve your cooking skills," he'd said simply, ignoring bakugou's suspicious glare.

midoriya's gift—a limited edition all might collectible that bakugou had been eyeing for months—almost caused another explosion, but you saw how carefully he set it aside rather than throwing it away.

but as the celebration continued, you noticed how he kept the journal close, occasionally touching his pocket as if to make sure it was still there. and throughout the evening, his eyes would find yours across the room, that rare smile appearing just for you.

at one point, kaminari suggested party games, which led to an intense round of "truth or dare."

when it was bakugou's turn, ashido grinned mischievously. "truth! when did you realize you liked [y/n]?"

the room fell silent, everyone waiting for the inevitable explosion. but bakugou just scoffed, his eyes finding yours.

"when they didn't back down during training," he said bluntly. "most people either fear me or try to 'fix' me. [y/n] just told me to bring it on." he paused, then added with a smirk, "plus, they called deku an annoying fanboy once, and that's when i knew it was meant to be."

"hey!" midoriya protested as everyone else burst into laughter.

you remembered that moment—it had been after midoriya had spent fifteen minutes analyzing bakugou's fighting style in excruciating detail, stars in his eyes the entire time.

"he's brilliant, but doesn't he ever turn it off?" you'd whispered to bakugou, who had looked at you with newfound respect.

the game continued, and by the time it circled back to you, most of the class had either embarrassed themselves or revealed surprising secrets. sero had admitted to using his tape to cheat on a middle school test. todoroki confessed he secretly enjoyed romantic comedies. uraraka had been dared to float iida around the room like a balloon.

"[y/n], truth or dare?" kirishima asked.

"truth," you decided, not trusting the gleam in his eye.

"what's your favorite thing about our explosive friend here?" he gestured to bakugou, who looked like he was considering murder.

you thought for a moment, aware of bakugou's eyes on you. "his determination," you finally said. "when katsuki decides to do something, nothing stops him. it's inspiring." you met his gaze across the circle. "and he pushes me to be better too."

something flashed in those crimson eyes—surprise, pleasure, and something deeper that made your pulse quicken.

"damn right i do," he said, but his voice was softer than usual.

---

the party started winding down around midnight. aizawa had stopped by briefly—"just making sure you're not destroying the building"—and seemed satisfied that the celebration was relatively controlled, at least by class 1-a standards.

as people began to leave, you started helping clean up, gathering paper plates and cups.

"leave it," bakugou said, coming up behind you. "they made the mess, they can clean it."

"that's not very heroic," you teased.

"neither is trashing someone's room for a party they didn't ask for," he retorted, but there was no real anger in his voice. in fact, he seemed almost... content? it was a strange look on bakugou's usually scowling face.

most of the class said their goodbyes, until only kirishima, midoriya, and a few others remained to finish cleaning.

"we'll handle the rest," kirishima said with a knowing grin, nudging midoriya who was obliviously gathering balloons. "you two probably want some time alone."

"mind your own business, shitty hair!" bakugou barked, but he didn't disagree.

taking your hand, he led you out of the dorm and onto the balcony at the end of the hallway. the night was clear, stars visible above the ua campus, a gentle spring breeze carrying the scent of cherry blossoms.

"thanks," he said abruptly, leaning against the railing. "for the journal. it's... exactly what i needed."

"you're welcome," you replied, standing beside him, your shoulders almost touching. "i'm glad you like it."

"and for not making a big deal about today," he added, turning to face you. "everyone else acts like i should be dancing around because i managed not to die for another year."

you laughed. "that's one way to look at birthdays."

"the only way that makes sense," he insisted. "but... i guess it's not terrible having people acknowledge it. even if they're annoying about it."

coming from bakugou, this was practically a heartfelt speech of gratitude.

"next year," he said in a low voice, moving closer so that his arm pressed against yours, "just you and me. no extras."

your heart skipped. next year. he was already thinking about spending his next birthday with you.

"it's a date," you promised, feeling the warmth of his presence beside you.

he turned to face you then, expression serious. "you know i'm not good at this... feelings crap."

"you don't say," you teased gently.

he glared, but there was no real heat behind it. "i'm trying to say something here."

"sorry," you said, fighting a smile. "go on."

he took a deep breath, as if preparing for battle. "you're important to me. more than... well, more than anyone. and i'm going to be the number one hero someday, which means i need people i can trust at my side. people who push me. people who understand me." his eyes locked with yours. "that's you."

coming from bakugou, this was equivalent to a passionate declaration of love.

"katsuki..." you began, emotion thick in your voice.

"don't get all sappy on me," he warned, but his hand found yours, fingers intertwining. "just... be there. keep training with me. keep challenging me."

"always," you promised. "as long as you do the same for me."

a genuine smile spread across his face—not his battle-hungry grin or his triumphant smirk, but something softer and more rare. "deal."

then he was kissing you again, one hand cupping your face, the other at your waist pulling you closer. you wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the solid warmth of him against you, the subtle scent of nitroglycerin and something uniquely bakugou enveloping you.

when you broke apart, his forehead rested against yours, those crimson eyes unusually gentle.

"best birthday," he admitted grudgingly.

"just wait until next year," you promised with a smile.

he grinned, that familiar confidence lighting his features. "it better be even more explosive."

"with you, katsuki, how could it be anything else?"

as the stars shone overhead and the distant sounds of your classmates echoed from inside, you stood in comfortable silence with the boy who had captured your heart with his explosive determination and hidden tenderness.

loving katsuki bakugou wasn't easy—it was challenging, frustrating, and sometimes downright infuriating. but as he stood beside you, his hand warm in yours, you wouldn't have it any other way. because beneath all the explosions and anger was a heart that beat just for you, and a promise of many more birthdays to come.

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𖤐 synopsis: in the dimly lit league of villains' hideout, an unexpected moment of vulnerability unfolds between you and dabi as you both share painful memories of your fathers.

𖤐 trigger warnings: dark themes, abuse (implied)

𖤐 pairing: touya (dabi) todoroki x villain! gender neutral! reader

the afternoon light filtered weakly through the boards covering the windows of the league of villains' current hideout. dust particles danced in the thin beams of sunlight that managed to break through, giving the otherwise dreary room a strange, almost ethereal quality. the abandoned building had become home for the past three weeks—not the worst place you'd stayed since joining the league, but certainly not the best either.

you lounged on the worn couch, your legs stretched across dabi's lap as he absently traced the scars on your arm with his fingertips. his touch was feather-light, careful not to press too hard against your skin. despite his rough exterior and the violent nature of his quirk, dabi always touched you with a gentleness that still surprised you sometimes.

the hideout was unusually quiet today. shigaraki had taken toga, twice, and spinner on some reconnaissance mission, while mr. compress and kurogiri were meeting with potential allies across town. it was rare to have the place entirely to yourselves, and the silence felt almost luxurious after days of toga's manic laughter and twice's constant contradictory chatter.

"what are you thinking about?" dabi asked, his deep voice breaking through the comfortable silence. his turquoise eyes studied your face with an intensity that used to make you uncomfortable but now felt like home. you shifted slightly, adjusting your position on the couch. "just enjoying the quiet, honestly."

dabi's lips quirked up on one side—the closest thing to a genuine smile he ever showed. "never thought i'd miss silence until i joined this circus."

you laughed softly. "remember when toga and twice had that three-hour argument about whether strawberry milk was better than chocolate?" "and then spinner threatened to duct tape their mouths shut?" dabi shook his head, the staples at the corners of his mouth catching the light. "i nearly burned the place down just to escape."

"but you didn't," you said, reaching out to push a strand of his dark hair away from his face. "because underneath all that brooding and those threats, you care about them."

dabi scoffed, though he didn't pull away from your touch. "i don't care about anyone in this league except you."

"mmm, keep telling yourself that," you teased, knowing full well how annoyed he got when you suggested he had a soft spot for the other members.

he rolled his eyes but didn't argue further. his hand continued its gentle exploration of your arm, tracing each scar with a reverence that made your heart ache. some were from your life before the league, others collected during various missions. dabi knew the story behind each one—just as you knew the story behind each of his purple scars that mapped out his body like a grotesque puzzle.

"this one," he said, touching a particularly jagged mark that ran from your elbow to your wrist, "still looks painful."

"it's not anymore," you assured him. "just a reminder of why we're here. why we're fighting." dabi nodded, understanding perfectly. every member of the league carried their own wounds—some visible, others buried deep beneath the surface. it was what united you all, in a way. the scars left by a society that had failed you.

"speaking of reminders," you said, sitting up a little straighter. "i found something yesterday when i was out." you reached into your pocket and pulled out a crumpled newspaper clipping. "thought you might want to see it."

dabi took the paper from your hands, his expression hardening as he unfolded it. it was an article about the number two hero, endeavor, speaking at some charity event about supporting children with difficult-to-control quirks. the irony was sickening.

"bastard," dabi muttered, his fingers tightening around the paper. small wisps of blue flame began to lick at the edges of the clipping. "still pretending to be a fucking saint."

you watched as the paper blackened and curled, turning to ash in dabi's palm. the blue flames danced across his skin but never extended to where his other hand rested on your leg. his control was impeccable—it had to be, after what he'd been through.

"i know you don't like talking about him," you said carefully. "but whenever you see anything related to him, you get this look in your eyes…" dabi's jaw clenched, the staples stretching his scarred skin even tighter. "what look?"

"like you're back there," you said softly. "back in that house with him."

for a long moment, dabi said nothing. the silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken memories and pain. you didn't push—you'd learned early in your relationship that pushing dabi only made him retreat further into himself. instead, you waited, giving him the space to decide whether to let you in or change the subject entirely. finally, he brushed the remaining ashes from his palm onto the floor. "what about you?" he asked, deflecting as he often did. "you never talk about your old man either."

you shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant despite the sudden tightness in your chest. "not much to talk about. can't miss what was never there."

dabi's gaze sharpened. "sometimes that leaves its own kind of scar." the observation caught you off guard. it wasn't often that dabi showed this level of perception about emotional matters—or perhaps he simply chose not to reveal it most of the time.

"i guess it does," you admitted. "but different from yours. my father just… wasn't around. yours was there in all the worst ways possible."

something shifted in dabi's expression then, a crack appearing in his carefully maintained façade. his eyes darted to the boarded-up windows, then to the door, as if ensuring you were truly alone before he allowed himself to speak.

"sometimes i think it would have been better if he hadn't been there at all," dabi said, his voice so low you had to lean in to hear him. "if he'd just fucked off and left us alone instead of…" he trailed off, his free hand clenching into a fist.

you placed your hand over his, feeling the tension in his fingers. "instead of what, dabi?"

he looked at you then, really looked at you, with a vulnerability that made your breath catch. in that moment, he wasn't dabi the villain, the man who burned heroes without remorse—he was toya, the broken child beneath all those scars. "instead of training me until i broke," he said finally, the words rushing out like they'd been trapped inside him for too long. "until i literally fucking burned."

you held his gaze, letting him see that you weren't afraid of his truth. "tell me."

and for the first time since you'd known him, dabi began to talk about his father—about endeavor, about enji todoroki. about what it meant to be the firstborn son of a man obsessed with surpassing all might at any cost.

"he married my mother for her quirk," dabi explained, his voice hollow. "it was never about love or family. it was about breeding the perfect weapon. and i was the first attempt."

you listened, your heart breaking as he described the "training" sessions that started when he was just four years old. how endeavor would push him for hours, demanding he produce hotter flames, maintain them longer, control them better. how his tiny body would shake with exhaustion, how his skin would blister and burn from his own quirk.

"my fire was hot—hotter than his. that's what he wanted," dabi said, a bitter smile twisting his scarred lips. "but my body couldn't handle it. not like his. i tried to tell him, but he wouldn't listen. said i was being weak, that i needed to push through it."

"he was wrong," you said firmly, squeezing his hand. "he was wrong about you."

dabi laughed, a harsh sound devoid of humor. "oh, i know that now. but back then? he was my father. my hero." the last word dripped with venom. "i thought if i could just try harder, be stronger, he'd finally be proud of me. that he'd finally love me." you felt a burning behind your eyes but forced back the tears. dabi didn't need your pity—he needed your understanding.

"what about your mother?" you asked gently. "did she try to stop him?"

a flash of genuine pain crossed dabi's face. "she tried. in her way. but she was… damaged. the more children she had, the more unstable she became. and he kept pushing her to have more, hoping the 'perfect combination' would eventually emerge." he paused, his gaze distant. "until shoto was born." you'd heard him mention that name before—his youngest brother, the one with both fire and ice. the "masterpiece" that endeavor had been striving for.

"once shoto came along with his perfect half-and-half quirk, i became obsolete," dabi continued. "still had to train, still had to meet his impossible standards, but without even the sliver of attention i'd had before. i was just… a failed experiment."

"so what happened?" you asked, though you had a sickening feeling you already knew the answer. the scars that covered so much of his body told part of the story, but you'd never heard him explain exactly how he'd gotten them.

dabi was quiet for so long you thought he might not answer. when he finally spoke again, his voice was distant, as if he were narrating someone else's tragedy rather than his own.

"i wanted to prove i wasn't a failure. that my fire was special—better than his, better than shoto's." his eyes glazed slightly, lost in the memory. "i pushed myself further than i ever had before. the flames were beautiful—so hot they turned blue. perfect control, just like he always wanted."

he held up his scarred hands, staring at them. "for about thirty seconds. then my skin started to cook." you swallowed hard, imagining a young toya engulfed in his own flames, screaming in agony.

"he watched it happen," dabi said, his voice now eerily calm. "stood there while i burned. i remember looking at him through the flames, waiting for him to save me. he just… looked disappointed. like i'd broken his favorite toy."

"dabi," you whispered, unable to find words adequate for such horror.

"i don't remember much after that," he continued. "i should have died. sometimes i think i did die, and whatever i am now is just… the ghost of toya todoroki walking around in this patchwork body."

you moved then, shifting to kneel in front of him, taking both his hands in yours. "you're not a ghost. you're here. you survived."

"did i?" he looked at you with those piercing turquoise eyes. "toya todoroki died that day. i made sure of it. dabi rose from those ashes."

you reached up to touch his face, your fingers gently tracing the stapled scars. "and dabi is who i fell in love with. but that doesn't mean toya isn't still in there somewhere."

he closed his eyes briefly at your touch, allowing himself a moment of vulnerability before the walls came back up. "toya was weak. he wanted his father's approval, his love. dabi just wants to watch him burn."

"and you will," you assured him. "when the time is right. the league will help you expose him for what he really is."

dabi nodded, some of the tension leaving his body as he focused back on the present, on the mission ahead. on the revenge he'd built his new life around.

"what about you?" he asked after a moment, clearly wanting to shift the focus away from himself. "you said your father was absent. what's that story?" you settled back beside him on the couch, respecting his need to change the subject while recognizing his genuine interest in your past. it was only fair—he'd shared his darkest memories with you.

"not nearly as dramatic as yours," you said with a small shrug. "he just… left when i was three. don't really remember him much at all."

"he ever try to contact you?” you shook your head. "birthday card once a year until i was ten. then nothing. my mother said he had 'commitments elsewhere,' whatever that meant."

"what was your mother like?" dabi asked, his hand finding yours again.

"tired," you answered honestly. "always working two or three jobs to keep a roof over our heads. she did her best, i think, but she wasn't really… present, even when she was physically there." dabi nodded, understanding.

"emotional absence can fuck you up just as much as physical absence."

"yeah," you agreed, surprised by his insight. "she never hurt me, never yelled or anything like that. but she also never really saw me, you know? it was like i was just another responsibility, another burden she had to carry."

"what about when your quirk manifested?" dabi asked. it was a natural question—for most children, the emergence of their quirk was a pivotal moment, one where parental guidance was crucial.

you laughed bitterly. "she was terrified. my quirk isn't exactly… family-friendly." your quirk—the ability to absorb and manipulate the negative emotions of others, turning them into a physical force—had first manifested during a particularly bad day at school when you were six. a bully who'd been tormenting you suddenly collapsed, screaming about the darkness crushing him. no one had understood what happened, but your mother had taken one look at your glowing eyes and known.

"she tried to help me suppress it," you continued. "said it was dangerous, that people wouldn't understand. that they'd think i was villain material." "self-fulfilling prophecy," dabi noted with a smirk.

"i guess so," you agreed. "by the time i was a teenager, i'd learned to control it well enough to use it selectively. started small—making bullies feel their own cruelty, making abusive teachers face their own insecurities." "vigilante justice," dabi said, a note of approval in his voice.

"it felt good," you admitted. "to finally use what everyone told me was a villain's quirk to help people who were suffering. but society doesn't see it that way, does it? using an 'evil' quirk makes you evil, no matter your intentions."

"this fucked-up hero society only sees in black and white," dabi agreed. "no room for the gray areas where most of us actually live."

you nodded, thinking about the path that had eventually led you to the league. "after my mother died, there was nothing holding me back anymore. no one to disappoint, no one to pretend for. i started using my quirk more openly, targeting people who abused their power—corrupt officials, violent criminals the heroes couldn't be bothered with, businessmen exploiting their workers."

"and that's when you caught shigaraki's attention," dabi concluded, having heard this part of your story before.

"yeah. found myself cornered by some pro heroes who didn't appreciate my particular brand of justice. thought i was done for until a warp gate opened up right in front of me." you smiled at the memory, despite the fear you'd felt at the time. "never thought i'd be grateful to see a bunch of notorious villains, but that day i was."

dabi's arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side. "lucky for me they recruited you." his voice was gruff, but the sentiment behind it was genuine.

you leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder. "do you ever wonder what would have happened if our fathers had been different? if your dad hadn't been an abusive monster, if mine had actually stuck around?"

"we wouldn't be here," dabi said simply. "you might've been a licensed hero, using your quirk to help people through the proper channels." "and you?"

dabi was quiet for a moment, considering. "i don't know. maybe the same. or maybe i'd have followed in the old man's footsteps anyway, become the next endeavor." he shuddered slightly at the thought. "sometimes i wonder if that flame is in my blood regardless of what he did to me."

"it's not," you said firmly. "you're nothing like him, dabi. your anger, your fire—it comes from a place of justice, not ego. you want to burn away the corruption, not become the number one hero."

he looked at you with a mixture of skepticism and hope, as if he wanted to believe your words but couldn't quite bring himself to. "maybe. or maybe i'm just as obsessed with destroying him as he was with surpassing all might. different goals, same fucking toxic mindset."

you sat up straighter, turning to face him fully. "no. there's a difference. he hurt innocent people—his wife, his children—to achieve his ambition. you've never done that. you've never hurt someone who didn't deserve it."

"tell that to the heroes i've burned," dabi said darkly.

"those 'heroes' prop up a system that abandoned both of us," you reminded him. "that lets people like your father abuse their children in the name of creating better heroes. that labels children as villains because of quirks they never asked for." dabi studied your face for a long moment before a genuine smile—small but real—curved his lips. "how did i end up with someone who actually believes in me?"

"because beneath all that anger and cynicism, you still believe there's something worth fighting for," you told him, leaning forward to press your forehead against his. "and so do i."

for a moment, you stayed like that, sharing breath in the dusty afternoon light of the hideout. two broken people who had found each other in the darkness, whose scars complemented rather than repelled each other.

"we're going to tear it all down," dabi murmured, his lips brushing against yours. "the hero society, the systems that failed us. and when i finally face him—when endeavor finally sees who i've become—i want you there with me."

"i will be," you promised, closing the distance between you with a gentle kiss. "until every false hero burns."

outside, the sun began to set, casting long shadows through the boarded windows. soon the others would return, bringing with them the chaos and noise that defined the league of villains. but for now, in this quiet moment, there was just you and dabi—two children abandoned by their fathers in different ways, who had found their own path to justice in a world that had never wanted either of you.

and if that path was stained with ash and marked by flames, so be it. some things needed to burn before they could be rebuilt.

side note: this is an old, but long drabble I decided to post because well- why not?

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𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

MEETING KATSUKI BAKUGOU:

katsuki first notices you during a training session at ua. your quirk catches his attention because it's unique and powerful, leading to a begrudging respect for your abilities. 

during a sparring match, you accidentally unleash a small release of your power while trying to dodge one of his attacks, causing him to shout, "watch where you're aiming, dumbass!" he’s annoyed, but secretly impressed. 

you often find yourself at the training grounds late at night, and he happens to be there too, practicing his explosions. it's awkward at first, but you both share the space in a silent understanding. 

despite his rough exterior, he ends up giving you some tips on how to improve your quirk. it’s a rare glimpse of his softer side, hidden beneath layers of brashness. 

he tries to act indifferent when you beat him in a training exercise, but you can see the flicker of admiration in his eyes. it’s the first time he sees you as a serious contender.

KATSUKI CRUSHING ON YOU:

katsuki finds himself getting flustered when you’re around, often pushing back his feelings with anger. he calls you "extra" or "annoying" to mask his growing affection. 

he begins to notice the small things about you, like how your hair glows in the sunlight or the way you focus intently when you’re training. 

if he catches you struggling with something, he may act disinterested but will still find a way to help you—either through training advice or a sudden display of explosive power to motivate you. 

when you laugh or smile, it’s like the world stops for him; he stares at you, a deep blush creeping up his cheeks as he mumbles about how “stupid” you are for being so distracting. 

katsuki starts developing a habit of keeping an eye on you during class or training sessions, always ready to jump in if he senses someone being unfair to you, despite the grumpy facade he keeps up.

DATING KATSUKI BAKUGOU:

once you start dating, he’s surprisingly protective, using his quirk to keep you safe from any potential threats, whether they’re from villains or classmates. 

he’s not the type to shower you with affection in public, but behind closed doors, he’s warm and fiercely supportive, always encouraging you to push your limits. 

dates are often intense, involving activities that test both your quirks—like racing to see who can pull off the most impressive rescue maneuvers or going to a training camp together. 

when you argue, he gets heated but always tries to resolve things quickly, realizing he can’t stand the thought of you being upset with him. he’ll often apologize in his own gruff way, maybe with a half-hearted “You’re not that bad.” 

his love language is acts of service; he surprises you by making you your favorite snacks or taking time to train with you, pushing you to get stronger while making sure you know he’s there for you. 

on lazy days, you’ll find him surprisingly soft, where he’ll rest his head on your shoulder, enjoying the peace while sneaking glances at you, a little smirk on his face, as if to say, “i’m not telling you, but I think you’re pretty great.”

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞/𝐭𝐯 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬

𝐠𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧) 𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠!

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬!!

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐌!

𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬!! 𝐞𝐱: [𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫] 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 [𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫] 𝐛𝐲 [𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞]. 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝.

𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞! 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞..!

𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝. 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭. 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬, 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬.

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞. 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲/𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞.

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Rules, Fandoms, and Requests

Pluto’s rules

➼ When writing character x reader, I will only write male, gender neutral, or FTM readers. Nothing against character x fem!reader fics! I just personally don’t think I write female reader fics well. That and there always seems to be a lack of male reader fics, and I’m here to fix that 

➼ I will write sfw, nsfw, fluff, and angst. All of my fics will have warnings if there is any nsfw content or anything potentially triggering

➼ Things that I will not write: nsfw for any characters under 18, in depth descriptions of self harm, suicide, or eating disorders. Some of these hit too close to home and I also don’t want to accidentally write anything offensive or wrong about these topics as I don’t know every single thing about them.

➼ I will write both character x character fics and character x reader, though I do not write for other people’s ocs. I feel like I can’t write another person’s original character as well as that person could!

Fandoms

This list is always updating tbh-

➼ Supernatural ➼ Marvel  ➼ Hannibal ➼ Merlin ➼ MHA ➼ Black Butler ➼ Harry Potter/Marauders (fuck JKR, these aren’t her characters anymore) ➼ Good Omens ➼ Star Wars ➼ cough Voltron don’t mention it cough

Requests

➼ Requests are currently open! I will get to them as fast as I can, though I am in college and have a job, so I can’t guarantee to always get them out super fast. All I ask for is patience please!

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ִ ࣪𖤐 requests and reccomendations are welcome! just don't expect me to write it anytime soon since i already have a doc full of ideas

ִ ࣪𖤐 i don't take harsh feedback really well so leaving constructive criticism is fine

ִ ࣪𖤐 i'm just here to write for fun, so don't expect too much

ִ ࣪𖤐 will be pretty inconsistent...

ִ ࣪𖤐 pls do not repost, copy or translate my work without permission!

જ⁀➴ i am a minor, so keep it sfw and respectful here!

જ⁀➴ i'll mostly write for jjk/hq men, and ships such as satosugu or itafushi!

જ⁀➴ fem!reader

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꩜ .ᐟ DNI if you are racist, transphobic, homophobic, anti-LGBTQ+, white supremacist/nationalist, sexist, misogynist, ableist, anti-Asian, anti-Black, anti-Semitic, Zionist, or you are a trump supporter/ republican, pro-life/anti choice, etc.

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Rules & About

Rules + More Info

Hiyaaa! Before I do or start anything on this blog, I just want to address a few things before getting to start working on my headcannons, drabbles, and more:)

Please don’t be disrespectful to me or to any of my followers

Please don’t nag me to keep updating as that makes me stressed and overwhelmed

I don’t do any Nsfw or smut requests because uhm, that stuff makes me uncomfortable

I don’t write incest or pedophila-- self expanatory 

I rarely edit

If I am missing any trigger warning or smth like that, please let me know and do not fret I don’t bite

Also be aware that I don’t accept requests, but one day I might if I start getting more comfortable on this blog

Sometimes my works are uneven, meaning that sometimes I write a lot, other times I don’t

I may not update a lot, maybe like 2 to 3 times a week since I’ve been pretty busy with stuff

If my messages are open, feel free to say something (that’s not mean obviously lol) as stuff like that makes my day

My writing style has downgraded alot-- so my writing might be a bit stiff for a while 

I will write headcannons, drabbles, short stories, etc on this blog so stay tunned

That’s all for now, thank you for checking out my blog:)

RULES

— please read before interacting w/ me!

★ this blog contains and interacts with dark content, so please block tags according to your boundaries. if you dislike that i write such content, just block me rather than harassing me.

★ minors are welcome, but please avoid interacting (like, reblog, comment) on my nsfw posts. i won’t always be able to control this, but i’d prefer it happened as little as possible. you’re totally welcome to interact with my sfw content, though!

★ don't spam me with rude or cruel comments, if i see it i will block you for sure.

★ do not follow me if you practice any type of intolerance.

Mod introduction!

Hiya! I’m Sal, and I go by she/they. 

Heads up! There may be spoilers in my works

I’m open to writing pretty much anything, including (but not limited to):

Fluff

Angst

Character x Character

Character x Reader

Character x OC (give details/description)

However, I most likely wont do nsfw as of right now, but that could change in the future.

Suggestive content is okay to a degree as well, so feel free to request that if you'd like.

I’m okay with writing for most (Danganronpa, Mystic Messenger, Yttd, Sally Face) characters, though some may take longer than others, depending on the character and complexity of the request.

With that in mind, I feel most comfortable writing for Kokichi, Nagito, Shuichi,  Yoosung, 707/Saeyoung, Ray/Saeran (including Suit), Joe, Kanna, Gin, Sou, Sal, and Travis so those will probably be finished faster.

Concerning Chihiro; if you request for Chihiro, please include what pronouns you would like me to use, as some people use different pronouns and I want you to be able to enjoy your request without having Chihiro be mis-gendered. If you don't specify, I will probably use They/Them as default.

If you don't want to see my reblogs and conversations with anons you can block the tag "#not a story"

Have a great day, and I hope you enjoy your time here :)

Imagine getting ma//ting pressed by canon human bill cipher so you’re forced to look at him which he finds absolutely hilarious.

there are lots of other blogs that write for dom male characters, sorry.

Future freedom of expression looks great (ha ha ha, no). Tumblr, what the fuck?! Because of reaction in AppStore? My russian words for this situation: Пиздец, блять

Rules and characters I write for:

House of the Dragon:

Aemond Targaryen

Aegon ii Targaryen

Jacaerys Velaryon

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Harry Potter:

Tom Riddle

What I write when it comes to requests:

Give me something to work with, don't just say "Can you write (Character) x reader."

yandere

headcanons & one shots (though I'm focusing on one shots right now)

I write female reader

What I don't write when it comes to requests:

Inc3$t or st3pc3st

I don't write smut

hufflepuff!reader

Oc's or ships

innocent reader

Pregnant/mom reader

Reader that's related by blood to any of the characters

a/b/o

modern!star wars au

I am not obligated to write your requests!

Don't be rude or weird

DO NOT POST MY WORK ON OTHER PLATFORMS

Hello! Are the requests open at the moment? Sorry if it's already stated somewhere

And do you write platonic ir havs certain rules for requesting? I would to know that please :)

hello friend!! Requests are open! But I will warn you it does take me sometime to get to them lol. I only do romantic x readers cause they’re just more fun for me to write. I don’t do nsfw but some of my writing does have suggestive material. My main thing is no nsfw and that you understand that 1) your prompt might take some time to get to or 2) it might not get to at all cause I don’t have an idea for it so sorry! I hope this helps!! Have a good day🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

[ RULES ]

pls read before you request!!!

currently i'm writing for wcbb: uconn and lsu (only flaujae for lsu rn)

i will write for the uconn freshman but only sfw/no smut

things i won't write:

incest

g!p

abuse

anything overly kinky and weird like age/race play and shit like that

euphoria’s female cast appreciation :)

don’t forget to stream euphoria sundays on hbo!

my best girls :)

show: Euphoria on HBO

house rules & byf!.*･｡ﾟ

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ my blog is not spoiler-free! i interact with manga content and occasionally will post content containing spoilers (warnings will be included in my own posts!!!)

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ do not interact with my blog if you post homophobic, racist, sexist, xenophobic, transphobic, ableist content!!!!

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ posts will use female / nb pronouns mainly!

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ please feel free to message me <3 i love having moots n making fellow stan friends hehe

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ i HAVE reposted 18+ content in the past, but have decided to no longer repost this content. minors DNI with my page past 5/31/2024, or DNI at all if you are uncomfortable! i will not be posting/reposting 18+ content anymore to reiterate!!!

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ asks/requests/questions always welcome! if they do not meet my rules i may not meet your request, but i will certainly try to best to read everyone’s reqs

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ i will not personally post anything regarding dark content, but i may interact with it (likes, follow dark content accounts). my likes/following are hidden however, and i will NOT be reblogging!

Before hand: HEY HEADS UP, I SAY @Local-Owlbear IS MY MAIN, BUT IN ACTUALITY A MAIN ACCOUNT WAS AN AFTER THOUGHT. SO IT WILL SAY THIS ACCOUNT LIKED AND FOLLOW ANYONE SO SORRY LOL

Rules:

No NSFW questions please

Rp is allowed and encouraged!

Don’t expect any ships with Herman on here.

I’ll try to keep Anon’s on so ya’ll can have free range and shit, if it gets too much I’ll turn them off.

THIS IS A LGBTQ+ FRIENDLY ZONE! Be Gay, do crimes here.

I’ll try and be as respectful as possible, please call me out of my bullshit if I mess up.

Don’t be afraid to ask or get involved!

yo I am on mobile 90% of the time, so sorry if there are a lot of typos, grammatical errors, or poor formatting!

Anyways guess who is a dumbass and forgot to do a whole section! I am! Anyways here it is below

Info about Herman!

The Doctor (or Herman Carter), is a cold logical mad man. Herman like to harass people for his own amusement, he’ll go out of his way to make sure that people knows they are nothing to him. That he is one step above them. He’s still advancing his studies on what his abilities do to the brain. He mainly does things out or curiosity.

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Aroace

Age: 46

Is a little shit that MUN hates.

Yo anyways if you’re curious about MUN here is some stuff about MUN:

Again I’m a minor, don’t catch a case.

I do have ADHD so do be warned about that, I’m just here to have fun and shmoove with other DBD players! I try to keep myself as active as possibly on here. I’m pretty loud and normally open to a lot of things, and pretty vocal about them too! I love art and would love any feedback on how to improve myself.

Pronouns: They/Them

If you have any questions please feel free to DM me, or just shoot me an ask and I’ll answer OOC for you! This is my first ever blog so sorry if things seem a little crazy, hopefully I’ll be able to get a hold of things on here.

I love each and everyone of you, your questions are making me laugh and smile! Keep being you!))

RISE OF THE CLANS - CONTENT / TRIGGER WARNING , BANNED CONTENT , SKILL LEVEL

CONTENT / TRIGGER WARNING: This roleplay group contains content with mature themes present within the canon warrior cats series, including but not limited to topics such as violence, gore, predator attacks, animal death, character/young character death, family death, torture, neglect/abuse, abandonment, murder, stillbirth, starvation, severe illness and infection, and may also contain strong language and swearing both in and out of character. While we always require & provide proper censors and warnings whenever these themes are present, please keep in mind these themes may be introduced indirectly or directly to your roleplaying experience. Viewer & participation discretion is advised!

BANNED CONTENT: Because we are a minor-friendly group, absolutely no 18+/NSFW content is allowed to be within or associated with the group whatsoever, both in and out of character. This is including but not limited to sexual content, any innappropriate relationships between adults, as well as adult and underage individuals, (il)legal substance usage and abuse, self harm, suicide-related topics, detailed depictions of severe abuse, and anything that falls within our zero-tolerance policy. You may not share, link, mention, insinuate, or otherwise introduce mild, suggestive, or explicit 18+ content that falls within these topics to this roleplay in ANY manner whatsoever.

Intentional abuse of introducing banned content to the roleplay will result in immediate discipline, up to immediate banning from the group based on grievance, and you will not be permitted to rejoin once more.

SKILL LEVEL: Rise of the Clans is an English-Literate Roleplay/Writing/Art group. We welcome all roleplayers of any skill level: beginners to the world of art, writing, and roleplay are more than welcome to join! Please keep in mind, however, that this group will have minimums for reading comprehension, writing, and roleplay-related activity requirements to maintain membership within the group. There is a lot of reading of lore, mechanics, etc. to be able to participate fully within Rise of the Clans. Please only join if you feel your skill levels are enough to meet the minimum reading, writing, and roleplay literary requirements! Being able to create artwork is not a necessity to be able to participate in this roleplay: you may use any artwork that you have the consent and rights to use. If a roleplayer chooses to use others' artwork with prior consent and permission, this artwork must be properly credited. Those who are brand new to art, however, are encouraged to begin trying within this group: we strive to support and foster a new artist’s journey into the world of art! AI artwork is NOT accepted within Rise of the Clans whatsoever. We will not accept traced or stolen artwork, and pre-emptively ban those with a public record of doing so. Anyone caught violating rules in regards to artwork will result in immediate removal and a permanent ban.

── ❀˖° ˙ ̟ !! 𝗺𝘆 𝗿𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀…

please read before interacting / following. these are some general rules to my blog and content.

𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗔𝗟 𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗘𝗦

── ❀˖° ˙001) ̟ !! this is a strictly eighteen plus blog! i cannot stress that rule enough, any blog with an unspecified age in the biol underage will be blocked..no negotiations.

── ❀˖° ˙002) ̟ !! i will not be aging up any underage characters for smut, so please don't send in those kinds of requests. however, i am open to any requests that include sfw content for said characters.

── ❀˖° ˙003) ̟ !! requests are open right now! i would love to collaborate with you all on future smau and fiction ideas, but please bare in mind that i may receive a multiple asks at a time, therefore i will not be able to get to everyone's suggestions. please don't be offended if it takes me a while to do yours! ¡ will get to everyones eventually, pinky promise!!

── ❀˖° ˙004) ̟ !! my works will be written in the perspective of a female reader. i of course would like to apologize to any of my male and nonbinary readers, but i find it hard to write for anyone other in a female reader as i am a woman myself.

── ❀˖° ˙005) ̟ !! i kindly ask that you do not follow me if you are uninterested in dark content, you're thinspo, racist or anything anti LGBTQ+, anti-choice or if you support trump. if you meet that criteria? please don’t stop by my account. once again: minors, blank and ageless blogs will be blocked.

𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗘𝗦

── ❀˖° ˙006) ̟ !! i won't be adding racial appearance traits to my writing unless black-coded, because as both a poc writer and reader, there isn't enough representation. i prefer and try to keep it neutral so please don't ask.

── ❀˖° ˙007) ̟ !! i absolutely won't write: graphic scenes of sexual harassment / abuse / self harm, all might, endeavour, mineta, iida, aizawa, present mic, gang orca, underage pairings etc. none of those listed are things i support nor indulge in. if it's not mentioned here send an ask before requesting !!

── ❀˖° ˙008) ̟ !! however, i do write for some elements of dark content and reblog it too, including: dub-con, gun play, bloodplay, some trigger or hurt/comfort topics, cheating, knife play etc.

── ❀˖° ˙009) ̟ !! i absolutely, positively will not write for the little blue-haired fuck by the name of mahito. i kindly ask that you refrain from requesting any kind of content that involves him..because it won’t be happening.

she was a romantic soul, tender and sentimental, often lost in her own world of solitude — this was kennedy. ❀ twenty ‧ jamaican ‧ she/her ‧ daydreaming about my wifey. ‧ nanami's love bot ‧ suguru's attorney. this entire blog / gallery is marked explicit. mdni.

before viewing the art, take a moment to immerse yourself in the context. (requests: open — slow replies) all works belong to the artist, diivineangel.

some people are artists. some, themselves, are art. rules

recent art works: compass skin

©𝘋𝘐𝘐𝘝𝘐𝘕𝘌𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘓 2024 - 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘴. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

Rules Request  (Currently Close!)

Rules for Request

·         If you have any request, just send me by ask box or message me.

This blog is a Character X Reader multi-fandom blog.

I might write more for anime, manga, and manhwa but I will also write books or movie characters that I like.

I also post fanfic with my own OC or self-insert.

 1.       I just want to clarify that if you request anything from me, I will try and give it to you but there might be times when if the request isn’t to my taste nor it isn’t appropriate, I will, without hesitation, decline it as I have set of rules that I have to follow and taste that I like.  So please be respectful if I ever decline.

 2.       I also have to tell you that I may not publish request consistently as I also have work so do forgive me.

 3.       I also want to have fun when it comes to writing so as not to have writers block and to not feel pressured.

 4.       Just send one ask/request with everything in it so that it would be much easier for me to understand and to know what I need to write for you.

 Things I do NOT write

1.       I won’t write about extreme kinks, such as pet kinks, chocking or etc. But if its pregnant/breeding kink I will or any soft kinks though I might do some research first for the ones I'm not familiar.

2.       There might be request that I will decline when those characters aren’t my favourite or know of. So my bad in advance.

3.       I won’t write the things that I don’t know of or anything that I can’t relate to because if I try to write something relating to it, it might offend and disrecpect people because of my lack of understanding. So I don’t want that happening.

Things I do write

1.       I write for

·         BNHA

·         KNY

·         KHR Moriarty the Patriot

·         Etc. I write animes, mangas or books that I have watch and read only.

2.       Fluff, angst and all that jazz.

3.       I might be able to write slight Yandere but not extreme ones.

More will be added if I come across anything else, but if you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to ask! 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔*ੈ✩‧₊˚

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘢, 𝘦𝘵𝘤.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘴 18+ 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 18+ 𝘋𝘖 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘰(𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 18+ 𝘰𝘳 20𝘴, 30𝘴, 𝘦𝘵𝘤.) 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴(𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧). 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴. 𝘉𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 18+ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨(𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦) 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯. 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵(𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴) 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢😣

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺(𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦) 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳(𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦! 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘈𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 :)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵! 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰𝘴/𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 :)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬! 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨!

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