Answering these for my character Sweet Religion (an mha story on wattpad i am writing, if you wanna check it out ill drop the link)
Sweet religion; user can activate their quirk to summon 3 sets of wings (two sets on her back, one on her head.) she can also summon rings covered in eyes that she can see through and capture things with
Quirk first manifested due to a muscle spasm in their back due to that being where their wings are located
it causes wings and the rings as well as limited vision on the two front eyes
the amount of rings she can use would double or triple as well as their strength growing
Erasure would make rings and wings disappear as well as make them unable to appear
They wouldn’t be able to continue vigilante work and would go back to being “quirkless”
The first tell would be seeing the rings or their wings
They are due to having a more mutation type quirk and they are also legally quirkless
if user is shocked suddenly or frightened their wings might appear unmeaningly or their rings go haywire
I love that its based off a biblically accurate angel
Helloo, I'd like to request a hazbin scenario where readers grandmother was a huge fan of alastors radio show, like their grandmother was a teenage fangirl for alastor, so they grew up listening to reruns of his radio show, falling asleep to jazz as a child, the WORKS. And then they die and are in hell, and go to the hazbin hotel. And hear a very VERY familiar voice. OHOOHHOOHOOO this can be platonic and more like "OMG ITS MR ALASTOR CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH," and alastor is like jeez kid sure what the hell, and they are just like super starstruck. Mentee mentor vibes? Your pick! Lol thank you so much
Radio Host - The Re-Runs
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Sorry for the wait! I have more requests than ever before!
Warnings: mentions of death, hell, swearing
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When I was a child, my grandmother used to lull me asleep every night. Once that started failing she tried everything, from records to cds to even music radio stations.
They all failed one after another before she finally put him on. Charming voice, no media presence, just talk shows and jazz.
Slept to it every single night until my grandma’s death. The only thing I wanted was her reruns of his radio show, and that wasn’t enough.
So I started searching more, which led me to finding out about his unfortunate… death. They said he got shot by hunters while hiding a body, mistaken for a deer.
Despite the circumstances, I would always- no I will always defend his name and his honor. No matter what came out nor what he got accused of, I would defend.
And I still will.
Maybe that’s why I’m in Hell. Maybe that’s why I’m stuck in a shitty hotel, listening to a “moral boosting speech!” From the princess of Hell herself
If it works it works I gue-
“Thank you Charlie for that helpful moral boosting speech! I can how much its working just by the faces drawn on our crowd~”
I know that static, I even know that sarcasm. That’s him. That has to be him.
I wait. I have to, I wait for her to finish her speech and for the crowd to disperse.
Then I quickly walk over to him, “Uhm hello sir- do you happen to be Mr. Alastor? The 1920s radio show host?”
“Why yes I am! Not too often I meet a fan from my original days, what a flashback!”
“Oh my gosh- Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh! I’ve been a fan of your show since I was a toddler!” I jitter out excitedly, ignoring the looks I’m getting from some other sinners.
Ignoring the whispers of the others, I continue, “I defended you till the day I died! I owned so many of your reruns on tape, my grandma loved you as a teenager! Wait I’m getting ahead of myself, can I please get your autograph sir?! I promise I won’t sell it or anything it’s an honor to meet you oh my gosh oh my gosh!”
He looks at me bewildered, eyes focused on my smaller form.
“Why, if you insist!” He quips after a few silent moments of me rolling on the balls of my feet.
I sprint off to my room, climbing the stairs as fast as I can.
I AM BACK WITH ANOTHER REQUEST BC I LOVED THE LAST ONE
could u write something w gender neutral class 1a reader who has a nightmare, and goes to the common room to calm down, to find aizawa down there too grading work? so they spend the night together and maybe aizawa helps them fall asleep? :3 also some sprinkles of angst pretty pls
Momentary Night
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Thank you once again for your request, as well as the follow! Apologies for taking so long I have a few on the burner-
Reader is g/n and has hair. Their quirk is liquid control, they can basically move anything that’s a liquid.
Warnings: nightmares, possible PTSD, remembered abuse, blood, self deprecation?
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“He’s not gonna hurt us anymore, he’s gone okay?”
Police lights flash in the background, lighting up the shattered windshield in a bright neon red and blue. Blood drips down her head, molding the weak smile on her face.
The sirens get quieter and quieter, replaced with shaky breathing and a heavy pressure against your chest.
Your vision clears first. Then your hearing. You sit up in your bed, limbs tingling and breath shaking, panicked. You run your fingers down ur face, smoothing your hair back shakily.
“You’re fine, [x]. You’re fine. Stop freaking out you are fine.” You whisper to yourself, gently rocking back and forth on the edge of the bed.
Your sweat lifts off your body, subconsciously hanging in the air.
Pausing, you push your hands through your hair, hands balling into fists. “Calm. Down.”
Minutes pass, the only sound filling the room being shaky breathing and the occasional mutter of weak comfort.
With a sigh, you sit up and grab a hoodie, tugging it over your head.
You rub your hands over your face again.
The farther you walk away from your night stand, the more your water returns to its glass. The remaining water drips down the side of the glass goes unnoticed.
Aizawa glances at you from the common room dining table, watching your uneven steps through the common room kitchen.
You turn on the sink, whimpering quietly once the water pushes away from you against the backsplash of the sink. Your tears join the water soon after, crying into your hands.
“Kid, you alright?” Aizawa says gruffly, setting his hand on your shoulder.
A flinch leaves you before a sob does, turning around as he tucks you into his chest with a sob.
“You gonna tell me what’s wrong?” He presses, rubbing his hand across your back while the water drips back into the sink. His eyes glow red, hair standing up subtly.
After a few more seconds he sighs, “I’ll take that as a no.”
“H-How am I-I supposed to be a hero when I can’t even handle a n-nightmare..?” You whispered. “I-I-I-“
“[x]…” he muttered before continuing, “Cmon, sit down..”
You follow him to the couch, quietly leaning on his shoulder while he continues grading the papers.
Real heroes don’t sit and cry about dreams, don’t let memories from years ago haunt them. Pathetic. You’re a pathetic waste of-
“…would you judge a civilian for a nightmare?”
You pause, looking up at him.
“How about a police officer…? Or even a Villain?”
“I-“
“Would you judge one of your classmates?”
“N-No but t-they don’t let it affect them-“ You start before he cuts you off.
“And how do you know that?”
He doesn’t even look up from his papers, marking the answers down in thick red ink.
You don’t reply.
“It’s normal to experience emotion. You’re a teenager. One that’s experienced quite a lot in just this year. What makes you any different than anyone else in this class… Have you seen how many times Midoriya has cries this week alone?”
You laugh slightly despite the situation, holding back a hic.
And that’s where you stay, tucked against Mr. Aizawa’s side with tear lines dried against your skin.
And for the first time ever, you don’t wake up afraid.
HELLOO !!! i saw ur post and i wanna request!!! but its my first time requesting anything on tumblr ever!!! idk how this works really, and idk if this costs money (if it does im so sorry i cant afford it 😔😔😔) but here it is !!! :3
could u do headcanons for reader who grew up with izuku and bakugou (platonic!!)? shes very cute and kinda just typical popular girl?
her quirk is glitter!! she touches things and turns it glittery LMAO u can do whatever you want with that. i’d imagine she’d use it mostly when rescuing children to calm them, or she could use it to blind villains!!
i also imagine her as short (like around 5ft or under), with poofy, curly, teal hair, and big ol eyes!!
i mostly wanna know how she is at ua, and how she changes izus and katsukis dynamic!! pls get creative i’d love to know how u interpret it lalala
Headcanons
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-Reader was a late bloomer, gaining her quirk in 1st grade where as her peers developed theirs in kindergarten or younger
-Izuku thought reader was going to be quirkless like him, crying when her quirk first developed
-Found out about Readers quirk when she sneezed and shot glitter into Bakugo’s eyes during a playdate
-During middle school, reader was mostly oblivious to the Katsuki and Izuku dynamic.
-Would often include/try to include Izuku in anything she could which led to rumors of either pitying or dating, both of which were false
-Bakugo’s friendship with her remained mostly out of school though they still talked in the hallways
-Reader almost failed the UA entry exam, only winning because Bakugo gave her some of his extra points after the round was over
-Stopped multiple fights between the two as they both knew reader wasn’t aware of their feud
-Watched Izuku get his quirk though no one knows but her
-Izuku suspects she knows but never confronted her because of the glitter he kept finding in the air
-After USJ, she got seriously injured in the attacks. Izuku and Bakugo stayed by her bed for hours after
-Frequently hops between groups, starting most large gatherings in the class
-Played as many instruments as she could during the festival
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If i missed anything you really wanted to see please just comment and I’ll edit my post! Thank you for your request!!!!
I will write any My Hero Academia, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Call of Duty character x reader! You can also request blurbs, oneshots, or headcanons.
You can request fluff or angst though preferably not smut. Aside from that I will write almost all scenarios and characters, as well as omega verse or angsty type scenarios.
If you wanna request just comment under before messaging me on my asks button with ur character and a blank outline.
This is a request for my lovely @karmzywarmzy I haven’t written smut before plus I’m not too interested in Cookie Run Kingdom so lore inaccuracies + head-canons.
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Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Very minor eating disorder mentions, dub-con(?) but its playful and teasing
Contains: Shadow Milk Cookie, Pure Vanilla Cookie, married couple, MLM, breeding kink, minor masochism (Shadow Milk), praise kink, dirty talk
Peace AU, they’re married!!
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Shadow Milk is blabbing, as he does. Though, not like Pure Vanilla minds. In fact, Shadow Milk would say that he is quite enjoying himself.
The blush dusting his cheeks, his icing hair gracing his head. Why, you might just say he looks beautiful. His husband sure agrees.
He tucks another bite of Omurice into his mouth, yabbering stopping briefly. They haven’t been married long, maybe two years. A fine wedding, with most attending. Customized dresses, royal blue suits, beautiful helpers. The honeymoon phase has long passed, yet the needs that occur with the period haven’t stopped much.
While Pure Vanilla can hold off like the gentle man he is, Shadow Milk seems to be struggling with his needs containment more.
His hand rubbing up and down Pure Vanilla’s thigh, fingers grazing high and higher. The pale skin under his skirt getting revealed slowly, only earning a playful glare from the man.
Though that glare definitely changes when his hand makes his way to his inner thigh. Slow and small circle round his lower pelvis, Pure Vanilla shifting awkwardly.
“Blue Berry, my dear, may I ask what you think you’re doing to me?” He gently grabs his hand, tugging it down with a small giggle.
“Cmon Nilla! We’re married, I had to wait so long just for a molecule of lust from you-“ Shadow Milk cuts himself off with a playful hum, pushing his hand back up his love’s thigh playfully.
Vanilla smiles quietly, pushing his skirt back down and standing up.
“If you insist… may as well be inside instead of out here.”
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Its a quick walk inside before Shadow Milk’s hips are pressed against his lover’s deeply, sharp but slow thrusts pulsing through his insides.
“M-mmh…” His high moans slip through his lips, gasp slowly increasing with frequency.
Pure Vanilla’s hips get thrusted up higher, thighs aching subtly. Face flushed, eyes clenched, lips trembling.
“What? Can’t handle my beauty?” A playful grin spreads across his face, yet his hips stuttering breaking his confident stride.
The rhythmic slapping of skin on skin fills the room, slow and deep movements leaving both men gasping. A particularly striking thrust shooting Pure Vanilla’s arms up, hands reaching to grasp Shadow Milk’s shoulders. His nails subtly digging into skin as his back arches.
“Blue b-bird~” A desperate gasp leaving his throat, a blue hand wrapping around to squeeze his thick length. Fast and soft strokes round the slick skin, the weight of pressure in his stomach growing expeditiously.
Shadow Milk’s hips pause suddenly, though it doesn’t last long. “Keep moaning and grabbing me like that and we won’t make it to round two, Nilly~”
As if to prove his point, his hand tenses around the smooth skin. A weak whimper escaping his love’s throat at the thought.
“Doing such a good job..”
Despite Pure Vanilla’s lack of a reply, it seems to have the intended effect. His gasps increase, nails digging sharper and sharper into his shoulders with each desperate grind.
The first spurt of cum releases after a particularly deep jab, a high pitched whine escaping the covered man. His abdomen twitches in quick succession.
“Aww.. couldn’t wait for me?” Shadow Milk quips, suppressing the quiver threatening to give away his need. His hand never stops moving, only slowing down as his Love gets louder and louder.
Though, he doesn’t last much longer. With a quiet grunt, he releases deep into Pure Vanilla, finally releasing him from his tight grasp.
Content warning: angst, arguing, crying, disagreements, mentions of suicide, mentions of murder
Includes: shigaraki, tomura shigaraki, tenko shimura, male reader.
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The bandage wraps around his leg again, blood brandishing the fabric. Kurogiri hums, his wisps wavering softly.
You can’t see Shigaraki’s face over the hand.
“Tomura this isn’t what I stand for, not even what Stain stands for.” You pause, clenching.
“What are you talking about…”
“I’ve dedicated the last few years towards your cause. Towards you. And yet all you care about is killing All Might and whatever the fuck his quirk could be”
He scratches his neck, turning away from you. “This is what it’s always been about…”
“We attacked high school students! Fifteen year old and sixteen year old children… they aren’t even legal heroes.” Your voice cracks.
He finally meets your eyes, though they lack any softness you’ve ever seen from him.
“You knew the goal. You know our role. Hero or hero student, they’re just NPC’s in a bigger plot…”
Kurogiri glances up quietly, finishing the roll of bandages.
“You got shot! Imagine if Snipe wanted to kill you, if one of the heroes were closer.” Don’t cry. Do not cry. “I can’t lose you because of this- this shitty plan!”
“Shut. Up.” He scratches harder. “You do not get to-“
“Do not tell me to shut up! I am sick of you valuing what your master wants over everyone including yourself.” You pause to catch your breath.
“If you do not like it. Then you can leave.” That stops Kurogiri. That stops everyone infact.
“…Am I-I that useless to you..?”
He doesn’t answer.
“…If you died… and I couldn’t prevent it… I would kill myself after…” You pause taking a shaky deep breath, “w-would you do the same for me…?”
“…”
Was this all a game to him… were you a game..?
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Angst after angst… sigh… anyways if yall want fluff or smut just ask and I’ll try my best!
TW: kidnapping, gagging/vomit, stalking, dub con?, not angst!!!
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Your foot hooks the root roughly, body slamming to the dirt. A scream tearing from your throat before it’s dulled by the fingers being shoved into your mouth and down your throat.
“Calm down Doll…” He rasps in your ear, “Just a little scrape.”
They curl in the back of your throat, pressing against your pallet. A dry heave forces its way up before sticking near his fingers, grit rubbing against your teeth.
Light catches his face as he forces his knee into your side, a grin spread over his face at the water lines dripping to his hand. His fingers pull out of your mouth, only to be replaced by a rag.
The tears pour down your face, desperately kicking at him to no avail.
“That’s a good girl, listening so well. They all run the first few times…” A shiver runs up your spine, a soft smile crossing your lips.
Luckily, he doesn’t notice. Your weak “struggling” slowing as he tosses you over his shoulder easily. You always did like them stronger.
It’s okay to pretend, would hate to disappoint Price. You’ve come to know him very well over the past few months. The charcoal after shave he uses to the photos of you lining his walls.
You’d hate to have this game end so early.
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Idk what came over me to write this like okay- this is inspired by This Is Love and @rawme-price , my two favorite freaks lmfao
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