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001. DIABOLIK LOVERS Haunted Dark Bridal [COMPLETE]
frieren is that rare, insane type of media that only comes along a few times in a generation. the kind that makes you give a LOT of a fuck about canon straight people
Haven’t been active on tumblr for a while but I’m back to post my arcane fanarts now
My HC is Ekko and Jinx built an altar for Isha together (Similar to the one they built for Vi). Jinx asked Ekko to draw Isha (Isha was from the undercity, she probably didn’t have any photo of herself). The drawing turned out a bit inaccurate because Ekko never met Isha. Jinx made the doll herself and lighted up an incense everyday.
Thinking about how canonically Shigaraki takes the time to print out photos of people.
Imagine he’s trying to tell you about Bakugo or Izuku and he whips out a photo to show you, but he reaches into the wrong pocket and it’s just a picture of you he stole from your instagram and printed out to carry around with him bc you look pretty and he’s like “Fuck, wrong photo— forget you saw that.”
I don't think there's anything triggering, but please let me know if there's anything! I have anon enabled if you would rather send me an ask or you could always message me <33
Your body shook from fear as you huddled in a ball, desperately trying to comfort yourself. You knew that watching that movie would be a bad idea.. but you didn't want to look like a total loser in front of the LOV...
Sighing, you close your eyes tightly, attempting to sleep. After several more minutes your attempt remained fruitless. Admitting defeat, you stand up, pulling the blanket around you as you waddle towards your door.
Slowly opening it, you peek out the hallway before quietly making your way to Shigaraki's room. Once you get there, you hesitate, your fist hovered over the door.
This is stupid...
You tell yourself. You lower your hand, about to give up and settle for no rest tonight.
Turning away, a low creeping sound startled you. You quickly knock on his door, knocking again when he doesn't respond.
Finally, after several moments, Shigaraki opens the door, glaring down at you. "What are you doing? What's so important that you have to bother me?"
His eyes were dark with exhaustion, but he seemed fully awake. Was he having trouble sleeping too..?
"U-uh.. n-nevermind it's not important.. sorry for bothering you.."
His glare softened ever so slightly, grabbing your wrist with two fingers before you could walk away.
"Y/n, what is it? Ignore my tone from earlier.. I didn't recognize it was you." He let go of you when you turned back to him.
"W-well... I-I can't sleep.." you murmur, blushing in embarrassment.
"Oh? Why not?" His eyebrows furrow.
"Well... Umm.. t-the movie scared me.."
Shigaraki looked at you for a few moments before sighing. "And what do you want me to do about it?"
"U-uh... C-can I.. sleep with you?" Your face burned in embarrassment, but you knew not to lie to him. He could tell and he would not let you get away with it.
"Fine.. but no touching." He huffs, his own cheeks lighting up. He turns away before you could notice, walking back into his room.
Hesitating, you wait for his huff of annoyance before following suit. You silently close his door before looking back up at him.
He was moving his TV screen so he could see it in bed. He put on the gloves you bought him -his index and middle fingers exposed- before picking his remote up, laying down. You hesitantly walk closer to the bed, but don't touch. Your blanket was still comfortingly covering you.
"Wanna play?"
You shake your head, too embarrassed.
"Well don't just stand there. Get on here.. just don't touch me."
You oblige, crawling into his bed. It was bigger than the one Kurogiri provided for you, but not much more comfortable. The LOV had a tight budget, and comfortable bedding wasn't one of their priorities.
You get comfortable laying a few feet away from him, covered in your warm blanket. You stare at his face, gaining comfort from his presence...
He glanced at you, his eyebrows slowly relaxing. He huffs, trying to act irritated as he looks back at the screen, unpausing his game.
You watch his face while he plays for a few minutes before meekly speaking up.
"T-Tomura?"
His face softens ever so slightly as he looks back at you. "Yes..?"
"C-can I hold your arm? I-I'm still scared."
His lips press together in thought. He looks at you for a few moments before sighing. "Fine.. but don't get too comfortable. This is a one time thing."
You nod, scooting closer before grabbing onto his right arm. It was warm and muscular, causing you to calm down immensely. You sigh, burying yourself in his arm as you take deep breaths, breathing in his masculine scent.
He huffs, but doesn't complain as he goes back to his game. His muscles flex every once in a while as he plays.
You quickly succumb to sleep as you bathe in his comforting warmth. You're out like a light in seconds.
Shigaraki glanced down, smirking softly at your peaceful form. He turns his game off, brushing a strand of hair away from your face before settling down to sleep.
He keeps a distance between you two, but he doesn't move his arm out of your grasp.
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Your eyes slowly blink open. You let out a small hum as you awake, blinking your eyes to arouse yourself. After several moments you realize a few things.
Firstly, it's dark, but not pitch black. Almost like the light is muffled.
Secondly, it's warm, very warm.. but in a comforting way.
And thirdly, familiar strong arms surround you.
You look up, seeing a pale, scarred neck.
Shigaraki.
Your face bursts with warmth as you tense, suddenly very aware of how close you were to Shigaraki. Your breathing quickens ever so slightly. You don't pull away, not wanting to wake him up.
Almost as he could sense your panic, his hold on you tightens. Your heart slams against your chest as you look up at Shigaraki, attempting to see his face.
You couldn't see past his sharp jawline. Your blush deepens. You couldn't help but be attracted to the man.. even though he could be a total a-hole.
Though, he always has had a soft spot for you.
You reach your hand towards him, softly brushing your fingers against his jaw. You bite your lip, trying to stay calm as you trace his jawline.
Your blush deepens as you continue to trace his jawline. You close your eyes in content, relaxing in his arms.
A hand grasps your wrist tightly, causing your eyes to flash open. Crimson red eyes find yours as Shigaraki glares down at you. "What do you think you're trying to do?!" He hissed, his grip tightening.
"Ah- Tomura I wasn't trying anything!" Your e/c eyes meet his.
His gaze slightly softens, letting go of your wrist. He stares down at your flushed cheeks and how he was holding you close.
"It's Shigaraki to you." He mutters, pulling you closer to his chest, burying his face in the back of your neck.
"Y-yes Shigaraki.. I'm sorry fo-."
"Don't apologize." He growls softly, protectively tightening his hold.
"Yes Shigaraki.." you blush, smiling softly.
Shigaraki's lips form into something related to a smile before he pulls you closer, gently resting his chin on your head. "Much better.."
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Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x f!Reader
“I can’t imagine how you feel, it’s only been two weeks.”
Only?
She sighs, pursing her lips. “I know, I’ve just been trying to take it day by day.”
She won’t do it; she can’t. But then another one skips over, leaning into the crowd. ‘So, how did it happen? I’m still so confused.’
What’s so confusing about an abduction? And then she starts, of course she does. You could recite the entire narrative at this point; the beginning where she splits from the group, the rustling in the bushes, and the potent stench of ash. Two girls gasp, the other three spend the next few seconds reassuring her: it's not her fault, it’s a forest, you’re bound to get lost one way or another.
Debatable
She skips the ominous sounds and the chilling breeze, or maybe she can’t get her story straight. It’s comical; there’s a different version each time. But she’d never gloss over the raven-haired villain, it’s the climax after all. He’s disgusting; he’s ugly; he had the audacity to curl five calloused fingers around her neck. Oh, how could he. You’d cackle at her description if she wasn’t scowling over the hideout a few seconds later; it’s terrifying, there were rats skittering around the corners and the place reeked. Well, what did she expect, it isn’t exactly a five-star hotel.
“And Shigaraki?” One girl muses, securing a hand over her face. “He’s gross, right? He looks gross.”
“Of course he is, never wanna see him in m'life again."
It’s been two weeks since the incident; the news stations stopped discussing the matter after a few days and yesterday marks the first day her picture isn’t plastered on the front cover of the paper. The world has moved on, yet she hasn’t. It starts ten minutes before class, Monday through Friday, they’re huddled around her desk. You’re not some heartless cunt who refuses to acknowledge her anguish. Matter of fact, you had taken the time during last week’s training to confront her. A tap on the shoulder, a simple question, and a slight slant in your brows.
‘I’m fine,’ she chirped, pulling her lips. ‘Thanks for asking.’
Apparently not.
It’s normal to feel sympathetic for the first few days; she was plucked from the class by one of the most infamous villains in Japan, anyone would be traumatized; you’re lying if you think otherwise. On the other hand, it’s important to emphasize the duration of her abduction and the immediate response that followed. Three hours. The next time you see her, she’s cradled in Aizawa’s arms, Endeavor on his right, and All Might, trailing behind.
“And the list? Who was on it again?”
Ah, the list.
Your teeth clench with an attempt to tune out the conversation, but your ears perk with refusal. She taps her index on her chin; if she’s trying to convince them she’s forgotten, she’s doing a horrible job. The first name always trips you up; your prefixes are similar, if not, exactly the same.
“Honestly, Mr. Aizawa told me I shouldn’t say anything about it, because you know…”
Then don’t.
But of course, with prodding and goading, five other names slip from her lips. One girl gasps, clutching her chest. “Why am I on the list? I’m not even that strong…”
The girl shrugs her shoulders, cocking her head. “That’s what I said, I’m not strong either.”
It’s obvious they’re utilizing some type of surveillance; there’s no way they would’ve known the location if they didn’t. It makes sense, they’re focused on the students excelling, the ones who surpassed the bar; Tomura has yet to realize there is no bar; the sky’s the limit with these people. In that case, did they see you that one time? You know, a month ago, during daily training when you missed that punch? Or how about that one time after third-period, did they see you trip up the steps? If so, they shouldn’t really base your power output over something so miniscule. And if quirks were their purpose, they should reconsider their victims; shooting bullets of water from your palms isn’t necessarily impressive, and little Ms. Why am I on the list is right, she's not strong. They weren’t anything to write home about either. Aside from Tomura, they’re mediocre at best; a magician and lizard don’t seem too threatening.
“It’s because you’re pretty, maybe he’s a pervert,” another girl nods, jutting out her index. “I mean, you’ve seen him, right? ‘Can’t tell me he’s not.”
No, nevermind, it’s definitely the quirks.
It has to be; why would the League of 'Villains' care about something so superficial? They don’t care about your weightless curls, or your cherry-tinted lipstick. Does she really think Dabi notices her pink-pleated skirt and her batting lashes? Tomura Shigaraki is plotting to demolish the hero brand; he couldn’t care less about puckering cleavage and innocent grins.
“Didn’t he touch your hair? And your cheek? That’s what you said last time.”
No, she didn’t mention this little detail before. In fact, there was no mention of proximity at all. You’re furrowing your brows while they resume their conversation behind you, fingers tightening around your pen when she responds with a hushed giggle and a meek ‘yes.’
You’re not irritated by the fact; it’s her assumption that has you seething. She’s taking it the wrong way, no, they all are. She’s the hostage; he’d eventually touch her, he has to, that’s how his quirk works. Let’s be honest, if U.A. responded a second too late, the desk behind you would’ve been empty right now.
Because that’s what he does; he’s a villain.
“Maybe he likes you,” she cackles. “It’s not impossible."
Yes, it is.
When you’re draped across your twin-bed, exhausted from a Monday afternoon, it’s the last thing you’d like to hear about. When you’re sipping on some water, thumbing your screen, it’s the last title you’d want to read.
You didn’t need to hear it again.
You didn’t need to see it again.
And you shouldn’t; for once, you’d be able to make that decision. You’re not stuck between the confines of your homeroom class, squirming around in your chair.
If you press play, it’s because it’s recommended, it’s because it’s been sitting underneath the video already playing, it’s because you want it gone. It doesn’t take long before you spot another thumbnail, this one a lot more dramatic than the prior. You’re chuckling from the sight: policemen blocking the intersections and ten pro-heroes gathered outside the building.
Dramatic.
Soon enough, you’re scrolling through articles. This one in particular praises the institution: they responded so efficiently. Funny. Isn’t anyone going to question how she was abducted in the first place? But you’re not here to bash U.A, perhaps you’re just frustrated at their lack of awareness. They’re responsible for this mess; therefore, they’re responsible for why you’re awake at 3 AM watching news reports.
Search: Tomura Shigaraki list
Search: Tomura Shigaraki list students UA
Search: Tomura Shigaraki girl list students UA
Search: Tomura Shigaraki touch girl UA
'Tomura Shigaraki, infamous leader of the League of Villains, plans to 'recruit' more civilians.'
For what? They could always ask him instead of shining the spotlight on a third-year airhead. Then again, it didn’t seem like Tomura Shigaraki would ever appear as a guest on a day-time talkshow.
You’re shaking your head at the words; they’re all the same. There’s no mention of a list, or any physical contact between the abductor and abductee. Of course.
Because Tomura doesn’t care about pretty girls.
The gymnasium lights flicker before they dim.
She rambles about the sinister darkness each time, maybe you’re trying to confirm her experience, or maybe you’re trying to prepare yourself. The same could happen to you. You could’ve been the one thrashing into the portal, bound in that wooden-chair. Tomura can’t pick and choose who to pluck; she’s from U.A., you’re from U.A., they’re from U.A.
Or maybe you’re just frustrated at him.
You’ve heard there’s a girl in the League; the name Toga has been thrown around for a year now. You’ve seen pictures; she's short with two knotted buns and a toothy grin. Was she a recruit? If she was, he’d have to approve her, and you really can’t see him accepting someone so hysterical. But remember, he’s arbitrary, so, he most certainly would. Does he like her? Does he like any of them?
Nobody bothers to ask these questions; they’re too concerned over an ambush that happened a couple of weeks ago, but if you could, you’d ask him.
Your first punch lands on the wooden head, your second on the wobbling throat.
Is it about strength? Power? Intelligence?
And another on the abdomen.
Is it random?
One on the jaw.
Do you like pretty girls?
He shouldn’t; he should stick to his agenda; he’s a fucking villain.
“They never learn their lesson,” a voice rasps in the distance. You stumble back into the dummy when you turn your head: three figures, no, three people, no, three villains.
Them.
“We were so close,” Dabi continues, shaking his head. “But there’s always gotta’ be that over-achiever, that’s the thing about these kids, boss, they just keep goin’ and goin’ and goin’.”
This could be a nightmare, or life is just cruel, it always wants confirmation. Questions? Questions aren’t meant for times like this, for people like this, for a man like this. You’ve been slinging around the word ‘villain’ all day, but it seems like you’ve forgotten the weight it carries. Because if there’s one thing you’re right about, it’s that Tomura Shigaraki is a villain. You’re face-to-face with a man that frowns at smiles, and smiles at frowns. Strength? Power? Intelligence? Pretty girls? Picking and choosing? The reasons could be different each time, but it’s pointless to argue when one outcome remains.
You’re foolish for even entertaining the thought, like he’d care about some random student, like he’d care about anyone, really. Blood never stains the pads of his fingers; he has nothing to remember them by.
“So?” Dabi cocks his chin, clicking his tongue. “What’s the deal, what are we doin’?”
“Compress is in the main building,” Tomura rasps, adjusting the wrist of the severed hand. “Go there and make sure you clear any remaining obstacles.”
“Are you going to kill me?” You croak out, lips trembling and fingers twitching. “Are you?”
Dabi cackles as he ambles past you. He’s peeking his head out the door for one last taunting laugh. “She’s a cute one, boss.”
“Let’s see another one,” Tomura sighs, almost like he’s been watching you sling punches at the damn thing all night, almost like he’s hired to critique your techniques. He thinks nothing of it; he doesn’t notice, nor address your panic-stricken expression. Instead, four fingers graze the head of the doll. “Barely a scratch,” he sneers. “Are you sure you’re a student here?”
“If you’re here to kill me then tell me now,” you bark, clenching your fists.
“You shouldn't be so confident,” Tomura raises his head to glance at you between the gaps of the severed fingers. “Judging from these punches, of course.”
Your lurch is quick, but two seconds too slow. Your fist slams against the wooden shoulder, barely grazing the hand curled around his forearm. You’re too fixated on his fingers, where and how they move, that you’ve completely disregarded his agility. He’s loomed over your shoulder, pointing at the bruised hardwood. “It’s not a critical point, try again,” he instructs. “Don’t they teach you anything at this god-forsaken school?”
“Please.”
“It takes around six-hundred newtons to dislocate a shoulder, two-hundred more to break an arm. I’m sure my pet dog would’ve survived your blow.”
You pivot yourself for the second punch, but Tomura dodges the strike a mere second before it lands. “Maybe I wasn’t clear enough, I meant the doll, not me,” he snorts, adjusting the sleeves of his coat. “You’re too impatient, it won’t work.”
A doll, a stupid doll, that’s what he’s concerned about. Without thinking, you lunge at the wooden dummy. Your fist pulls past your shoulder before you deliver a boisterous blow, right beneath the clavicle. He doesn’t comment on the abrupt attack, nor does he offer another snide comment. Instead, he returns to his original position, his back hunched over your panting figure.
“Interesting,” he murmurs. “But better, I guess.”
“The girl you took two weeks ago, the one you kidnapped, she’s in my class,” you breathe out, pinching your brows. “She’s in my homeroom.”
“Building 2-A, floor 7.” His gaze lingers around the fresh splinter.
“Do you have a list?”
“I have a lot of lists,” he snaps, “if you’re going to ask questions, try being specific, I’ll only answer a few.”
“Of people you want from here.”
“Well, why do you think I’m here? Do you think I’m on an afternoon stroll?”
“Why? Why do you want them?”
Tomura neglects your question, only to respond a second later with the graze of his fingertips. His fingers dance around your shoulder before they hover around the column of your throat. He must’ve shifted father higher, foreign breaths tickle the cartilage of your ear. “Never turn your back on your opponent, you could’ve been dead.” His fingers flex before they relax. “Well, there's still potential for that."
“Then do it, kill me,” you chuckle while tears pucker behind your lash-line. “Why aren’t you?”
“Why aren’t you trying to fight me?”
“Because you want me to fight the dummy,” you shiver, “you told me to.”
“And you’re going to listen to me? A villain?” Tomura snickers, peeling himself from your back. “If you didn’t distract me with that question, I probably would have,” he assures you like it’s meant to bring comfort.
He’s taller in person, yet his lanky figure isn’t as ghoulish as it appears on television. His slender limbs reach with aggression, but his fingers float cautiously through the air. His raspy tone was startling at first, but now you’re panicking from the silence.
You should be mortified.
It’s odd witnessing him pick apart the doll; his finger prods your first hit, then he’s grumbling about your dexterity: for God’s sake, he could’ve landed a better hit. He’s laughing, well-almost, something in between a sneer and a chuckle, and you can’t help but wonder if her ears were also subjected to the raspy snicker. If he’s attentive enough to notice your ungraceful attacks, would he marvel in her perfectly combed hair, and her thigh-high stockings? Would he care?
Would he care about a pretty girl?
Would he spare her?
“Floor 9.”
“What?”
“You said building 2-A, floor 7, she's on floor 9."
A/N: Dis commission is for @kugutsuu. Please check out all her fics, she writes a God-like Shig (wayyy better dan mine) and all her content is so good! Big, big, big thank you to @palbabor-writes for beta-reading my horrible work, please check her out too, amazing writer, one of da best tbh.
What I like most about this scene is that it shows just how devoted Sesshomaru is to Rin. Throughout the entirety of Yashahime. We didn’t see Sesshomaru smile once until Rin was finally safe. For fourteen years he stood in front of that tree like a yokai version of Hachiko.
When Sesshomaru initially never smiled during Yashahime. I worried that the writers had made him one dimensionlly stoic. But no it was to show how important Rin is to Sesshomaru’s life. If Rin is not happy, Sesshomaru is not happy.
