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I know I posted a while back but haven't gotten many hits so I thought I'd try again!
I'd really love to get back into roleplay! I've missed it so much. Hit me up with a fandom! I've listed some below but honestly I don't even know what I'd be in the mood for.
Gilmore Girls
My Hero Academia
Haikyuu
Voltron Legendary Defender
Cats 1998
Descendants
I'm sure there are others, I just haven't roleplayed in so long I can't think of them 😅
A/N: Inspired by true events, a retelling of my own magical rom-com movie moment. Fem!reader because I’m in love with renaissance dresses.
The Milo Ventimiglia brainrot is real, you guys. Since my experience happened at a renaissance faire, I figured Liz being part of that world gave me the perfect opportunity to make it a Jess story!
Words: 1,756
The chipper whistle of recorders and flutes permeated the air, mingling with the soft strumming of lutes and orchestrating a soundtrack that transformed the quaint town of Stars Hollow into an authentic renaissance locale. Living in town since birth and frequenting Luke’s Diner nearly every day had crossed your path with Liz’s, and subsequently granted you an invitation to her festive wedding. Despite not knowing any of her friends, excitement buzzed throughout your body as the day approached. You knew Luke and, to a lesser extent, Jess, having seen the latter around town during the couple of periods he spent living in Stars Hollow. You’d been attracted to him immediately - his perfectly tousled raven hair, his cocky smirk laced with hidden affection, the way he hid his vast intelligence behind sarcasm and snark as though he worried that exposing his true colors would leave him open to getting hurt.
Your hands smoothed the olive skirt of your peasant dress, the muslin pleating slightly as it fanned around your legs. A black cotton bodice wrapped around your torso, tightened with green laces. Your beige sleeves were off shoulder and ruffled, elastic helping them cling to your wrists, and simple black heels covered your feet. Your long hair had been brushed and curled, left down to drape over your shoulder and fall elegantly down your back.
You found an empty seat near the back of the crowd, your leg bouncing softly as you lost yourself in the uplifting music and scent of turkey legs being roasted. From the corner of your eye, you spotted Luke sitting beside Lorelai, and a soft smile played on your lips. Everyone in town knew they were meant to be together, and it was nice to know they might finally be figuring it out for themselves.
A carriage approaching signaled the bride’s arrival, and everyone turned towards the street to watch Liz emerge from the carriage and take Jess’s arm. Jess’s expression was softer than you’d ever seen, softer than anyone would guess he was capable of. The closest he’d come to displaying such a level of affection was when he’d dated Rory, but there was so much judgment and distrust from the town that he often had to school his features even with Rory on his arm.
Your own smile widened at the fact that he had shown up for his mother’s wedding, that he had agreed to walk her down the aisle. Despite not being particularly close, you knew that Jess struggled with intimate relationships, including his mother. Especially his mother.
Though he wasn’t dressed in period clothing, Jess was still cleaned up in a creamy button-up shirt and black slacks. Your eyes raked over his figure, taking in how his features had matured over just a couple of years. As he passed by your seat, you tore your gaze away, staring awkwardly forward where TJ was waiting beside the officiant. The last thing you needed was to get caught staring at the boy you didn’t want to admit you had a crush on. You focused instead on the scenery - fresh flowers tied with tulle ribbons adorning every surface, the town square cast in the brightest warmth from the afternoon sun, attendees dressed (save for a few exceptions) in muslin tunics, cotton pants, linen dresses, and boned corsets.
Liz and TJ exchanged vows that were perfectly in character, and your gaze drifted towards Jess sitting in the front row, watching his mom plunge a sword into the ground. His head turned as though he could feel your watchful eyes, and his own amber orbs glanced your way. You didn’t shy away this time, instead catching his eyes and gauging his reaction. His lips quirked into a soft smirk, and you irrationally wondered if he knew that he was the person you were most excited to see at the wedding.
Hours later, the reception was well underway. The sun had set, though no one had noticed. A variety of lanterns placed upon tables or hung from tree branches bathed the town in a soft glow, adding to the romantic ambiance of the renaissance party. Plenty of food and alcohol had been consumed by the time you meandered through the crowd, listening as Liz’s friends drunkenly spouted their favorite stories about the couple.
“I didn’t expect to see you here,” a familiar voice sounded from behind you, and you slowly turned to find Jess standing just a foot away. His hands were clasped nonchalantly behind his back, his lips tugged into his signature smirk, eyes sparkling mischievously.
“Hey,” you greeted softly, offering him a friendly smile that you hoped wouldn’t betray how nervous you were to be standing so close to him.
“Care to go for a walk?” he inquired, unclasping his hands and letting them hang loosely at his sides. His tone was casual, noncommittal, but inside he was hoping, almost desperately, that you would agree. He’d always noticed you in town, both when he’d lived with Luke and during the couple of visits he’d made since then. Your shiny hair that he longed to run his fingers through to test its softness, the way you’d devour your food at the diner without a care in the world at what anyone else had to say, the way your eyes sparkled when you returned just as much snark as Jess gave - everything about you had drawn him in, though he’d never admit it aloud. He struggled enough just admitting it inside his own head.
Your heart fluttered with excitement at the invitation and your smile widened. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”
He extended one arm to you, silently nodding towards your own arm. You followed his gaze as understanding clicked in your brain, and you gasped a soft “Oh!” before linking your arm with his. Standing close enough to Jess that you could smell his cologne and hear his breathing had your heart hammering so heavily against your ribs that you briefly wondered if he could hear it.
“Lead the way,” you told him quietly, and he offered you a smile and a nod before his feet carried him across the grass. You kept with his pace, occasionally turning to look up at him as you strolled slowly through the town square.
Past the party-goers and drunken relatives, away from the nearly empty food tables and brightly twinkling lanterns, Jess led you to the gazebo. He gestured for you to ascend the steps first and you complied, watching as he followed suit. Reaching the top step, he lowered himself to a seated position and gently tugged at your arm until you dropped down beside him.
The arm that had previously been linked with yours wrapped around your back, tugging your body close to his own. You could feel his body heat, separated from yours only by a few thin layers of fabric. His head dipped, his face only inches away, so close that it sucked the breath from your lungs and erased all thoughts from your mind.
“Have I told you that you look really nice in that dress?” he murmured softly, his breath ghosting over your lips from the proximity.
You tried to stifle the shiver crawling up your spine from both the compliment and the desperate desire to kiss him tightening inside your chest.
“No, you haven’t,” you managed steadily, not trusting yourself to say anything else.
He paused, hooded amber eyes gazing into yours, allowing you to see a dozen emotions swirling deep within his apathetic expression. Your breath was shaky as you studied him, feeling warm in his embrace but chilled from your nerves, butterflies dancing vigorously within your abdomen.
“Do you trust me?” he whispered, nearly inaudible, pressing impossibly closer. His nose bumped yours and your foreheads pressed together, like an invisible veil was the only thing keeping you separated.
You didn’t trust your voice, instead managing a nod that was almost certainly too eager for how badly you were trying to remain nonchalant.
His free hand lifted to rest on your jaw, cradling the side of your face. Your eyes fluttered closed at the contact, and you allowed yourself a sharp exhale. His thumb caressed your jawbone as he closed the distance between you, slotting his lips perfectly over yours. You stifled a whimper as you returned the kiss, lips melding against his, breaths mingling together as he pulled back for the briefest second before surging back in. Your free hand took hold of his shirt, fingers fisting in his button-up, melting into the kiss.
When he finally pulled back for air, panting against your mouth, his hand still cupping your cheek, you struggled to catch your breath. His forehead pressed against yours as his eyes opened, his soft gaze absorbing your reaction. A grin stretched his lips as he took in your flushed cheeks, panting breath, and half-lidded eyes shyly looking up at him.
“Been wanting to do that,” Jess admitted, keeping his face close. His arm around your back tightened, tugging you closer, his hand finding purchase on your hip.
“Why didn’t you?” you inquired softly, keeping your eyes on his face even though his presence brought heat to your cheeks and a flutter to your abdomen.
He exhaled a soft chuckle, the sound more nervous than humorous. His head tilted slightly, his eyes drifting to the side as though he was self-conscious about whatever he wanted to say. You waited patiently, quietly, for him to be ready.
“I just had some stuff to figure out first,” he said finally with a half-hearted shrug. His eyes found yours again, his expression almost quizzical as he studied yours. The insecure part of him that he kept buried deep, away from prying eyes, worried that you wouldn’t accept that response. But you simply smiled, offering him a soft nod, leaning into the hand that still rested on your cheek.
Such a simple gesture, but it triggered something inside Jess. He used his hand on your cheek to pull you closer, capturing your lips in a fervent kiss. A hum sounded in the back of your throat as you returned it, lips moving perfectly against his, your hand tightening in the cloth of his shirt.
He broke the kiss, a genuine, affectionate smile on his lips. His arm lifted slightly, draping across your shoulders and pulling you nearly onto his lap. Your head rested on his chest as you sat on the steps of the gazebo, entangled together, watching as twinkling stars littered the night sky.
A teen!dad jess. He has a best friend from New York (she can have a name or it can be Y/N, you can choose) (they are endgame, jess never had feelings for Rory but she has feelings for Jess, it won't go anywhere) Jess and his best friend have a kid, they co-parent (whether they are dating already or in the future is up to you) Jess gets sent to Stars Hallow, she ends up moving to stars Hallow to, to be close to Jess and so their kid can be with him too (she is emancipated, plus Jess knows she's coming because they keep in contact)
If you are interested in this, I would be down to read it :) thank you.
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Personality
Bowie is sweet, friendly, and helpful. She enjoys meeting new people and exploring new places. She tends to be overly forgiving but does have limits and boundaries. When she gets close to people, she gets sassy and playful.
Background
Her mother died when she was little and her father needed a change of scenery, so he moved them from Seattle to Stars Hollow because he had lived there when he was younger. She met and befriended Rory before Rory went to Chilton and got to learn the lay of the land. She often goes book shopping with Rory on weekends.
Love Interest
Jess Mariano.
How They Met
She often goes to Luke's with Rory and/or Lorelai or stops in by herself for coffee. She spotted Jess after he arrived and was immediately attracted to him, but didn't think he would be attracted to her.
Special
Listens to music constantly, always has headphones on even if only over one ear. Music helps her concentrate and helps sate her anxiety.
Day 27: Swallowing
Hawks|Takami Keigo x Reader
Warning: Smut. Fem anatomy, fem pet names. Oral (male receiving). Face fucking. Cum swallowing (as evident by the prompt). Hair pulling.
My first blowjob fic! I’m kinda proud of it, honestly. It’s a personal feat to be comfortable writing about sucking dick.
Words: 1,314
It wasn’t often that your boyfriend Takami Keigo let slip his heroic persona. He’d been groomed by the Hero Commission from such a young age that it was his core personality trait. Over the course of your relationship, you’d learned to read between the lines, to gaze through the transparent curtain that the winged blond always hid behind. You’d only gotten to witness him a state of pure vulnerability, whether it be exhaustion, devastation, or elation.
Or aggressive, unadulterated lust.
Which led to your current situation.
Keigo leaned against the closed front door, his upper back pressed to the wood while his hips angled forward. He was fully dressed in his hero outfit, having had no patience to undress once he arrived home from a long, grueling patrol. His goggles and headphones had been torn off his head and tossed onto the living room couch. His tan jacket was open, one shoulder slightly drooping. His feet remained firmly laced in his black leather boots, into which his tan pants were tucked.
His tan pants fastened with a yellow belt that your fingers were nimbly unbuckling, moving onto the zipper of his pants quickly afterward.
You were stationed on your knees as a gloved hand wove its way into your hair. His grip was firm, restricting your distance from his body as you tugged at the waistband of his pants and boxers together, allowing his aching erection to spring free.
You hadn’t bothered to ask what had happened during his shift today. He’d come home in a huff, slammed and locked the door behind him, and immediately took you in his arms. One hand in your hair and the other on your ass, both squeezing until you were whimpering pathetically into his mouth as he kissed you with an aggressive passion you’d only experienced a couple of times before. It wasn’t long before you were shoved to your knees before him, a silent demand from your pro hero boyfriend.
He didn’t often lose control like this, but fuck did you love it when he did.
Heat emanated from his painfully hard cock, the skin flushed and red. You bit your lip at the sight, leaning forward while sticking out your tongue. You licked a stripe upwards along the underside vein and Keigo’s hips stuttered at the contact, a sharp exhale falling from his parted lips.
“Oh, yeah,” he groaned breathlessly, the hand on your hair tightening. “Just what I needed today.”
You whined softly at the praise, heat pooling between your legs. A familiar tingle spread across your lower lips as you tried to focus on the task at hand.
“Open,” Keigo demanded, gazing lustfully down at you.
Your lips parted as far as they could, your tongue sticking out like you were licking an ice cream cone. Your hands fell to your lap as he guided himself into your mouth, giving a few shallow, experimental thrusts into the wet heat. He groaned softly, building himself up, not wanting his release to come too soon.
“You know what to do,” he growled, and you whimpered pathetically. Closing your lips around his cock, you surged forward until his tip hit your uvula. You’d learned a lot of techniques over the years to suppress your gag reflex and had become a master at it. Keigo definitely noticed, and definitely appreciated it.
He was too long to fit entirely in your mouth, though, so you lifted a hand to grip the base, pumping it casually while you suckled on the rest. You swallowed around his cock before pulling back and suckling at the hard, mushroomed head. Your head bobbed as you alternated between taking him whole and mouthing the tip, eyes glancing upward every now and then to gauge his reaction.
His mouth was open in evident bliss, eyes closed and chest heaving. He allowed you to take charge for the time being, knowing full well that you knew what to do and how to do it. His free hand clenched into a fist by his side in response to your ministrations.
Your mouth opened and you took his length in your hand, allowing you to drag the tip of your tongue along the underside vein once more. He moaned, his hips jerking. You stifled a smirk; he’d told you once, back in the beginning of your relationship, that the underside was extremely sensitive. Since then, you always made a point of giving it attention.
With your mouth open and your tongue hanging out, you took his cock in your dominant hand and pumped quickly, allowing the flushed head to hit your tongue with every stroke. The hand in your hair tightened and you whimpered in response, drawing his amber eyes back to you.
Meeting his gaze had you moaning around his dick as you sucked it back into your mouth down to the base. Your arousal grew evident, dampening your panties as you squeezed your thighs together. The temptation to reach a hand down and rub your clit was strong, but you knew better. Touching yourself when you were meant to be relieving Keigo’s stress would only grant you orgasm denial, and you really wanted to cum on his cock after he came on you.
“Be a good birdie,” he huffed. “Let me fuck that pretty mouth.”
You nodded eagerly as best you could, already feeling fucked out though he hadn’t even touched you yet. He smirked wickedly and, without warning, began thrusting in and out of your mouth. You moaned loudly as he used you like a toy, your hands clenching and unclenching in your lap. His hardened head repeatedly hit the back of your throat, and you closed your eyes to focus on controlling your gag reflex. You swallowed every now and then, both out of necessity and because you knew Keigo liked it. He moaned, low and raspy, as he drew near to his climax.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned gutturally, his thrusts coming quicker. Your jaw burned from being held open for so long, and your knees ached from being pressed into the hardwood floor. But you were so turned on by the hand in your hair and the cock in your mouth that you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.
“That’s a good girl,” he gasped, angling his cock so that the tip dragged across the roof of your mouth, the ridges providing extra stimulation. “Taking care of me after a long day. That’s what my pretty birdie was made for, right?”
You moaned, eyes falling closed as his hips snapped in your face.
“I asked you a question,” he growled, tugging at your locks. You moaned louder, nodding as best you could with his dick in your mouth. He chuckled darkly before gasping again. “I’m gonna cum, pretty girl.”
You whined like a desperate whore, squirming on the floor in a desperate attempt to sate your growing arousal. Keigo exhaled a drawn-out moan as he spilled cum into your mouth and down your throat. You swallowed eagerly, and the sensation of your throat closing around his tip had more cum coating your tongue. You swallowed all of it, moaning as too much seeped out at once and dribbled down your chin.
Satisfied, Keigo pulled his hips back, withdrawing his softened dick from your mouth. He grinned at the sight before him; his face-fucked girlfriend on her knees, eyes hooded with lust, cum spilling out of her mouth.
Using his hand in your hair, he pulled you up to your feet. His lips crashed against yours, unconcerned about tasting himself on your lips. Both of his hands wound down to your ass, gripping tightly and pulling upwards. You understood, jumping so that you could wrap your legs around his waist.
“I’m nowhere near done with you, little birdie,” he whispered before claiming your lips again as he carried you to the bedroom.
A/N: Had this idea in my head for a while (the build up the kiss, mostly) and could not decide on a character for it, so I used Wheel of Names to pick one.
University!AU. Quirks still exist. GN!reader.
Words: 1,462
A sigh falls from your lips as you collapse on your small couch, one arm draping over the side as you sink against the back cushions. The seat beside you dipped, and you turned your head to offer your best friend a tired smile as he settled himself and his large wings into the space.
Midterms had finally passed, and though you were beyond stressed about your grades, you were grateful that all testing had been completed and you could take a break from studying. You and Takami had begun a bi-quarterly tradition to celebrate the passing of midterm and final exams. You would gather (usually in your dorm because you were one of the lucky few to have been assigned to a single and Takami constantly complained about his dormmates, one whose quirk set things on fire when he got pissed off and one whose chronic insomnia had him commandeering the common room TV with video games at all hours) with sodas and snacks and browse a streaming service to watch the lowest budget horror movie you could find.
You’d known Takami since high school and you were both ecstatic to find that you’d been accepted into the same university and wouldn’t have to part ways. You spend almost all of your free time together, whether it be studying, shopping at the campus store, attempting to cook together (neither of you were particularly skilled in the kitchen but you both tried), or just talking about your lives. If you were honest with yourself, you’d begun harboring a crush on the winged blond, but you didn’t dare confess. You heard the way he talked about other girls around campus, the traits he found attractive, and they didn’t apply to you. You couldn’t recall the last time he’d gone on a date, and you would certainly know if he had because, despite his suave facade, he would have come to you first, panicked about what to wear and where to take her.
“I’ve never hated midterms so much,” he groaned, stretching his long legs before crossing one over the other. “I can’t stand business classes.”
“Then why did you major in business?” you chuckled, lifting the TV remote and pressing buttons to pull up the streaming service.
“My dad’s paying my tuition,” Takami sighed. “I have to do as he says.”
You hummed noncommittally, knowing that his relationship with his family was tense at best. You focused your attention on browsing independent horror movies, stumbling upon one with a sloth on the cover.
“Slotherhouse?” Takami chuckled with interest.
Your gaze turned towards him, excitement sparkling in your eyes, and he couldn’t help but smile.
“Do it.”
You hit “play” and set the remote down, plucking a bag of chips from the coffee table. You tore it open and popped a few into your mouth before holding the bag out to Takami, smiling as he reached his hand in to take a few.
A contented hum sounded in your throat as you considered how your life had turned out thus far. Sure, the guy you were massively crushing on was your best friend who had no idea how you felt, but at least you had the most supportive best friend you could have asked for. And you had this recurring tradition to look forward to every few months, motivating you to study and survive through exam week. Plus, you spent a lot of time outside of school together, which didn’t help your romantic feelings whatsoever, but the one-on-one time with the blond made you feel special in a way you never had before.
Movie night progressed as it always did - by the halfway point of the movie, the two of you had shifted your positions on the couch. Takami leaned back against one arm, crimson wings expanding around him so as not to be cramped behind him. One leg was outstretched across the cushions, the other resting on the floor. You were lying against him, your back to his front, legs bent and resting comfortably on the remaining cushions. Even if he only ever looked at you in a platonic light, you would treasure these moments, cuddling with him in your single dorm as you endured an abomination of a horror movie.
Exhaustion crept up on you as a result of numerous all-nighters in order to study and review your work, fueled by energy drinks and store-bought sweets, and without warning, you dozed off, resting comfortably against Takami’s torso. His heart fluttered at the sound your breathing evening out, and he hoped to whatever deity was listening that you couldn’t hear how hard it pounded.
You weren’t asleep for long before a jump scare in the movie shook the speakers, and you. You leapt upward in surprise, momentarily confused as you were shocked back into consciousness. Losing your balance, you tumbled forward, arms outstretched to catch yourself before you hit the carpet.
A hand on your wrist turned your torso, and another hand cradled the back of your head, softening the impact of the floor. Takami was positioned above you, crimson wings flapping gently behind him, holding him up so that his arms were free to hold you close.
“You didn’t have to do that,” you murmured as you gazed up at him, finding yourself lost in his amber eyes.
He was quiet for a moment, chest heaving as he tried to steady his breathing. “It was kinda... automatic. I didn’t even think about it. I just... didn’t want you to fall.”
“It’s like two feet,” you replied dumbly, unable to tear yourself from his gaze. Without your permission, your free hand reached out, resting gently on his chest. You could feel his pectoral muscles beneath your fingers and tried desperately not to focus on them, or imagine what they looked like without his shirt blocking your view.
“Maybe... I wanted an excuse,” Takami admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Were you hallucinating, or was his face slowly shifting closer to yours?
“An excuse for what?”
A single heartbeat passed before the blond above you closed the gap, his lips pressing tenderly to yours. You exhaled the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, lips moving against his before he could pull away. They were just as soft as you’d always imagined, having caught him applying Chapstick more times than you could count (”They dry out when I’m flying, you know?).
The hand on the back of your head tightened, fingers tangling in your hair, and a whimper escaped your throat before you could stifle it. You didn’t have time to be embarrassed, though, because the sound had Takami groaning low and deep into your mouth.
His hand released your wrist and snaked down to your waist, wrapping around you to settle on your lower back. In one swift movement, with a flap of his wings, he swapped your positions, sitting on the floor with you straddling his lap. You gasped at the change in position, and he broke the kiss, worried that he’d gone too far.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he admitted, half-lidded eyes glancing up to gauge your reaction.
“Why didn’t you?” you challenged, your free hand twirling golden strands between your fingers.
“Worried about our friendship,” he replied, gently nipping at your jaw. Your eyes fluttered closed and your head tilted, silently granting him permission to continue.
“I didn’t think you were interested,” you gasped as his tongue swiped over your pulse. “All those girls you went out with; I’m nothing like them.”
“That’s why I went out with them,” he explained, his grasp tightening around your waist. “I thought I could distract myself from how badly I wanted you by dating someone totally different. But it didn’t work. All I saw was what they lacked - you. Your laugh, your caffeine addiction, your scent.”
“My scent?” you inquired, stifling a giggle.
His nose pressed into your neck and he inhaled deeply. “You smell incredible. Intoxicating.”
You tugged at his hair, gaining his attention. Without a word, you dipped your head and reclaimed his lips, an action that had him groaning again.
“I’ve had a crush on you forever, Takami,” you confessed between kisses, your other hand sliding up to caress his stubbled jaw. He leaned into the touch, his hand tightening in your hair.
“Keigo,” he gasped. “Call me Keigo.”
“Keigo,” you repeated, and he moaned deliciously.
“We’re both stupid,” he chuckled against your lips.
“Were stupid,” you corrected. “This - this isn’t stupid.”
This time you both leaned in for a kiss, lips and teeth catching each other. The end credits of the movie rolled on, as abandoned as the half-eaten snacks on the coffee table. All you cared about was Keigo.
Hair
Long, thick, copper blonde, shaved on the left side.
Eyes
Between green and blue.
Body
5', curvy, fair skin, freckles.
Piercings/tattoos
Cartilage piercings up her left ear, septum piercing.
Personality
Teegan is hesitantly friendly. She's not outwardly mean unless it's warranted, but she doesn't let people in easily.
Background
She grew up with her mother and younger brother in Lakewood.
Love Interest
Audrey Jensen.
How They Met
She met Audrey as a child, attended the same schools.
Special
She's a writer. She carries her laptop with her for breaks between classes where she works on short stories that she plans to translate into movie scripts.
Quirk
Water Gun. He can project water from his palms. Smaller streams last longer than large bursts.
Guzzling water as well as soaking in a pool or bath rejuvenates his quirk.
Hair
Short, fluffy, black, with cerulean streaks.
Eyes
Light grey.
Body
5'7", thin, lean.
Piercings/tattoos
Left eyebrow piercing, one hole in each ear.
Personality
Friendly, cocky, flirty. Rin is confident in his abilities and his friends, though he isn't much of a show-off. He tries to be the voice of reason, but there's no holding him back when his emotions get involved.
Background
Love Interest
Hitoshi Shinso, Fumikage Tokoyami.
How They Met
During the sports festival.
Shinso: He heard other students talking about Shinso's quirk, and he was intrigued, wanting to get to know him.
Tokoyami: He saw Dark Shadow in action and was fascinated.
Hair
Long burgundy waves, parted on the left, brushed over her right shoulder.
Eyes
Forest green with gold highlights.
Body
5'4". Toned arms, legs, and stomach. Fair skin, freckles.
Piercings/tattoos
Cartilage piercings up her left ear.
Quirk
Mother Nature.
She can manipulate the natural ground and control trees and plants if she touches them.
The longer she uses her quirk, the less control she has. She has more control in the sun and has to lay in the sun to rejuvenate after she overworks herself. She also has to make sure she stays hydrated.
Hero Name
Mother Nature.
Personality
Gaia is feisty, sarcastic, and conservative. She gets good grades and prefers studying alone, but she'll assist others if properly bribed. She pays attention to her classmates but doesn't usually contribute to conversation.
Background
She has one sister and three brothers, all of which have some sort of elemental quirks. She usually gets ignored as she's the oldest, so she's not used to having much attention on her.
Love Interest
Katsuki Bakugo.
How They Met
They're in the same class. She's used to his explosive personality and she wants to get to know him better. She thinks there's more to him than meets the eye.
Special
She wishes she was better at making friends, but having to always look out for her siblings made it hard for her to socialize.
Hair
Long, thick, copper blonde. Sides are usually braided.
Eyes
Green.
Body
Short, thick, light tan. Small tufts of hair under her ears.
Personality
She's fierce but friendly. She's a good ally as long as you don't piss her off. She won't hesitate to kick your ass.
Background
She's Bofur's daughter. Drarrowmaids aren't meant to fight, but she insisted that her friends teach her. She grew up with Fili and Kili and would spend many afternoons sparring with them.
Crush
Fili.
How They Met
They've known each other since they were kids. They would play, fight, and then she would cook for them.
Special
She loves to bake. She's usually called upon to bake pastries for various celebrations in the village. When she fights, she prefers a bow and arrow, but she's just as talented with a sword.
Personality
Spunky and crude, she has a hard time letting people in due to being used in the past. Sarcastic and snarky. She's fun and reliable once you get to know her, but it takes a lot to get there.
Background
Her parents were killed for money by some thug demons from Greed, leaving her orphaned. She didn't have siblings so she grew up primarily alone. She found a flyer for IMP and decided that killing humans would be a good way to vent her pent up rage. She found the office and all but demanded a job.
Love Interest
Fizzarolli, Striker
How They Met
Fizzarolli: During a mission, the team ran into Fizzarolli, and him being Blitzø's rival only added to her initial interest.
Striker: She had gone with her team to the Harvest Moon Festival, and despite Striker being shady as shit, she was intrigued by his attitude.
Special
Her preferred weapon is a chainsaw, but she can use a gun just as easily.
Personality
Friendly, helpful, outgoing. Enjoys going out to the mall, skating, to the movies, etc. Has no athletic ability but loves to watch his friends play volleyball and never misses a match.
Background
Has two older brothers who both play sports, so he is often an afterthought of his parents. His brothers receive most of the attention, so he often spends time alone and sincerely enjoys being included in group activities.
Love Interest
Akaashi Keiji, Tendou Satori, Suna Rintaro.
How They Met
Akaashi: Izumi is one of the managers for Fukurodani, in charge of keeping them hydrated and ensuring that they stay focused during practice. He spends a lot of time with the team, including Akaashi, because of this.
Tendou, Suna: Either at a training camp or a tournament. Izumi is fascinated with volleyball and watches as many games as he can when he goes out with the team.
Special
As mentioned, Izumi is one of Fukurodani's managers. He also loves to draw, takes art classes, and uses his free time during practice to sketch the team in various active poses.
Personality
Sweet and reserved until she gets to know people. Sassy and playful when she's comfortable. She loves to help out and she struggles with her confidence, not wanting to come off as shy even when she is.
Background
She grew up in Auradon, being Ariel and Eric's daughter. She's always been intrigued by the villain children, wanting to offer them a better life and hear their stories.
Love Interest
Uma.
How They Met
She tagged along during the Ben rescue mission and caught sight of Uma on her ship. She was immediately attracted to her, but she knew she didn't have a chance given her parentage.
Special
Often heard singing to herself, especially while writing, drawing, cooking, or cleaning.
Personality
Slow to warm to new people. Her world is very different from Auradon or the Isle, so both take getting used to. When she's comfortable, she's witty, creative, and a loyal friend.
Background
Jack and Sally commissioned Dr. Finklestein to create a daughter for them since they couldn't conceive one. They specifically requested her to be alive and as human as possible so that she could have a life outside the confines of Halloweentown, if she so chose.
Love Interest
Harry Hook.
How They Met
She spends her free time exploring the Isle, since it's easier to access than Auradon. She became fond of the fish and chips shop where Harry's crew hangs out and became friends with Uma.
Special
Can sever and reattach her limbs like her mother. She can also mix potions and cast spells.
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