helloo im zero !! you can also call me noah !!! dont have a pref for either
he/him and they/them prns
demiromantic , androromantic , and ace !! waho
transmasc demiboy
extremely multifandom ,, too many to count
i loove invertebrates . i yearn for a plushie collection of them
i draw !! and write ,, i might . post some writing ,, maybe ... soon.... but ill prob post drawings more than ill ever post writings
not an active poster,, basically dead
always open to asks ,, and reqs for writing !!
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eldritchlover/monsterlover/robotlover
worlds okayest yumedanshi
i do not use ai in any way, shape, or form when doing literally anything and nor do i support any ai generated art !!
byi :
i more often than not block proshippers !! i do not like seeing content involving the fetishization of abuse, rape, incest, or minors. please do not try to get me to engage in content with any of these things !! i wont go out of my way to harass any proshippers, as we all have a right to express ourselves. as long as you arent supporting and engaging in any of those things in real life, then i wont interact !! if you do those things irl though then please get help !
vivziepop fans are on thin ice sorry,,
i take an extremely long time to reply to messages , especially if we have never interacted before !!! sorry in advance :(
things to know if you wanna request :
i wont write smut !! sorry gamers ..
i wont write anything with scenes describing the following or being centered around these : rape, underage characters in a romantic relationship with an adult, full on torture scenes, incest
if you ask me to write an x reader for a character or a ship and i choose to not do it, it isnt because i hate you !!!!! i dont always feel confident writing for certain characters when im almost certain id get PLENTY of things wrong </3
i usually dont write for readers who have a static physical appearance, such as readers with a set hair style, body shape, or skin color !! the most youll get is "oh, reader is taller than char", or "reader has hair",, anything along those lines !! one thing i do like writing for is readers with different personalities and powers if its some fantasy setting !!
i will not change any characters sexuality or any important things about their identity if they are canon !!! (no romantic flambae x fem!reader, etc..,,)
i think i got mostly all the basics !!! thanks for reading :D
dni :
basic dni
just dont be racist, abelist, or homophobic ,, or anything along those lines !! no zoophiles or anyone who romanticizes pedophilia and actively tries to show it in a good light!! youre fucking gross!!! uhhh transandrophobes, terfs, transmeds, harmful paras, radqueers, harmful transids (transracial, transdisabled), etcc.
and anyone who supports,, any of the above
also people who judge and are rude to others based on what games or shows they like if theyre seen as "childish",,
your boyfriend has always been timid. it's never been an issue, but his inability to be confident in himself has been bringing him down a lot.
reader comforting waterboy ,, fluff oughh,, my teeth r rotting smiley face and heart
detailsss : civilian reader w no powers, established relationship, takes place before waterboy got on z team (my lovable soggy cat janitor), reader has a JOB (unspecified field), waterboy is worried that reader likes someone else, literally everything that can be waterproof is waterproof, reader n herm have been together for a few months but live in a shared apartment !! (his grandma got a caretaker shes okay chat i swear)
warnings : none yayayyy
a/n : i love him so much hes basically my wife . will be working on part 2s for rob and flamb after,, ALSO SORRY IF I FUCKED UP THE WAY HE SPEAKS,, ALSO PLEASE SEND ME REQS PLSSSS !! AND IT DOESNT HAVE TO BE JUST DISPATCH !!! ILL WRITE FOR A TON OF OTHER GAMES !! OK I HEART U HAVE FUN
It was late, around 22:00 when you got back home from work. You usually get back a few hours before this time, but had to stay back due to some issues. You were planning on telling Herman, knowing he'd be a bit worried, but your phone had died a few hours into your shift. Hopefully there weren't any issues, since he gets off of work not too long before you usually do. You sighed and took your shoes off, setting them near the front door.
You knew your boyfriend was home, considering the slight dampness of the rug underneath your feet, not too noticeable but just enough to make his presence known.
It had been a joint effort between you and him to try and prevent water from getting everywhere, but it had been a lot of trial and error. Truthfully, it didn't upset you much, but he was quite clumsy and had a tendency to let things slip. The current plan, which also worked the most, was for him to wear a wetsuit with gloves underneath his clothes. Of course, there was still a bit of spillage, but it did help a lot.
Personally, you didn't enjoy the fact he felt the need to wear it for other people's comfort, considering it was super tight and probably felt gross to wear, with the trapped water and all. But it made him happy, so you were happy.
Though, you were a bit confused as you made your way to the living room. He'd usually have greeted you by now. Maybe he was distracted by something?
You make your way to your shared bedroom, easily spotting him curled up on the bed withh his arms wrapped around himself. On top of the black watersuit he was wearing, he wore a loose shirt with cats all over it with matching pants. You blinked, moving over to the bed and sitting on the edge, next to where he was curled up.
"Hey.. you feeling okay? Rough day?"
Herman's grip on his own arms tightens slightly at your voice. He doesn't look at you. It's a bit surreal, seeing someone so tall seem way smaller than he is.
"I-I'm great, my day has been norma- ..f-fine.". His tone had a sharp edge to it, and he was clearly not great.
This took you back a bit. He had never been quite this sarcastic with you before, and you were curious as to what happened.
"You don't seem too alright. Do you want to talk about it?"
Herman paused for a bit, contemplating your words.
"I supp- ..guess.. I-I just.. got worried, you know? Wer- ..are you upset at- at me? You g-got home late, and didn't even.. you didn't even s-.. try to message me.". He shifted, now sitting up on the bed. "I-I trust you, but it's ha-.. difficult when.. when there are a- ..so many people who aren't m-me. They have the-.. everything together, and I.. I know y-you wouldn't, but I.. I can't.. It's..-"
You cut him off by gently grabbing his chin as he meets your eyes. He somehow always looked to be on the verge of breaking down. As you gently held his chin, you noticed his skin was cold to the touch, something you reminded yourself to fix later.
"Herman. Listen to me. There isn't anything wrong with being worried about this, and I'm sorry for stressing you out. My phone died, and I couldn't message you to say I was going to be kept back for a bit longer.". Your hand let go of his chin and instead moved down to gently grab his hand, squeezing it gently, letting him know you were here. And you weren't planning on leaving anytime soon.
"And about what you said.. I don't want anyone else. None of them are you and they will never come close to making me love them as much as I love you. I don't need someone who gives fake smiles and has a 'perfect life', I need you. I want you. Nobody else. I don't care what happens, because no matter what, I'm always yours. You deserve to be confident in yourself, because no-one else comes close when it comes to how caring you are to others. Even when they're complete assholes, you still go out of your way to be polite. I love everything about you. I love you. Okay?"
Somewhere in the middle of when you were speaking, he began to cry. His tears mixed with the other, smaller droplets of water clinging to his skin. Your hand that wasn't holding his cupped his face, stroking his cheek.
"..Sorry for being a sap. You make me soft."
Herman could only nod, words seeming to fail him as he squeezed your hand, leaning into your palm that was on his cheek. You then let go of his hand and removed your hand from his face to gently pull him closer, holding him in a hug. He shivered, hands finding your back and grasping the fabric of your shirt. After a bit, he spoke, voice somewhat wobbly but undeniably certain.
"..I love you. A lot.."
You smiled and tightened your hold on him.
"I love you too. Always."
He pulled back slightly to see your face better, but still kept his hands on your back.
"Y-you mean it, right? Even if I mess up oft- ..a lot?". God, you wanted to hold him closer and never let him go. You yearned to hold him every day and whisper gentle reassurances in his ear until he had no choice but to believe you when you say he's perfect the way he is. That he had a right to stand up for himself. That he deserved the right to voice what he wants without fear of judgement.
"Yeah. I'll always mean it. Forever, got it? I adore you and everything you do, including when you accidentally let something slip out of your hands or you accidentally get our food all wet. Because it's you."
Herman's breath hitched.
"I.. I don't und- ..know what I did.. to- to deserve you.."
You gently kissed him. It was a brief peck on the lips, but it still made the redness of his cheeks far more visible. You adored him.
"I should be the one saying that, you know?"
You then moved a bit to lay down on the bed, pulling him down with you. Your hand reached down and found the blanket, pulling the waterproof fabric over you both, your arms wrapping around his torso after you did. The constant dampness when you held him never bothered you. Not when it was the man you loved.
"Now, I need to relax.. it's been a long day at work, and I missed you."
you're his boyfriend of six months. you don't know how you've kept your true identity hidden from him for this long, but he's come close to finding you out far too many times.
meant to be more lighthearted WHOOPS messed up on that ,, nice sprinkle of angst along with cuddles
details : reader is a well known anti hero, identity completely hidden, reader is strong and can fly (powers unspecified), reader wears a motorcycle helmet to conceal his identity (also wears a turtleneck, jacket, and gloves while out as a villain to prevent anyone from even seeing what he looks like), flambae has been getting a bit more suspicious over time, established relationship between flambae and reader, reader acts as houseboyfriend, reader knew flambae before he became apart of the phoenix program !!
warnings : mild description of injury (nothing heavy)
a/n : woe another shitty short story be upon ye !! but really ty to everyone who stops for a bit and reads this :] it means a lot to me and ily all
You were always careful around others, especially when it came to those you cared about. You meticulously avoided anything that could possibly hurt them or make them hate you. This led you to becoming more quiet when it came to talking about yourself, but most didn't mind.
If only Flambae was like most people.
Even before you two started dating, he always managed to worm his way into your space, trying to find out everything there was to know about you. Since that's how he was when you two were just close friends, it only made sense that he got more nosey once you started officialy dating.
He went out of his way to find out what you liked, even if it was useless in terms of information. He found out your favorite food, drink, animal.. Even your favorite types of clothes.
Did he do anything with this information? No, not really. But it was nice to know, a way to be closer. Though, you never really noticed how many insignificant things he knew about you.
Which was why you were surprised when he began to catch on to who you truly were.
You were always careful, making sure not even a glimpse of skin showed once you were out destroying buildings you deemed corrupt, illegaly of course. You were essentially a villain. You didn't go out of your way to hurt people, but there were definitely some who got caught in the crossfire and were injured due to it.
Though, recently, Robert had been dispatching Flambae to try and take you down. It was only a matter of time before he managed to actually do some damage. In the past, he had been dispatched to catch you, but failed each time.
But this time, you got careless. He managed to sneak up behind you and ended up shooting a ball of fire into your shoulder. You immediately backed away, grasping your left shoulder with your right hand, cursing internally. Flambae smirked.
"What's wrong, bitch? Too pussy to handle a tiny bit of fire? Just give the fuck up."
You didn't answer, not willing to risk him recognizing your voice, so you fought with him.
Rough blows were exchanged, and you nearly got burnt to a crisp multiple times, if not for you dodging swiftly. You landed a few hard blows into his stomach, and this went on until you finally had an escape, him kneeling on the floor and panting. You used the opening to quickly leave, immediately flying back to your shared appartment, knowing you needed to do something about the obvious burn on your shoulder. Guilt clawed at you, instantly regretting hurting Flambae, but you attempted to reassure yourself that it was the best thing to do to make sure you wouldn't leave him feeling betrayed.
But you knew it was pointless. You knew you were actively betraying him by not being truthful, and if he found out-.. Well, no use spiraling now. You only had a few more hours before Flambae would show up, most likely pissed off at being injured, and you also needed to make dinner.
As you entered the apartment, you shrugged your shirt off, wincing as the cool air hit the large patch of dead skin on the back of your shoulder. You went to the bathroom and slid off the rest of your clothes, taking a quick shower, letting the cool water hit the burnt skin.
Once you were out, you bandaged your shoulder and slipped on a hoodie, making sure no signs of the injury showed.
It wasn't much, but it'd do.
Moving on, you went to the kitchen to begin cooking dinner, until you got a message from Flambae. You opened your phone and read the text:
"Hey, don't bother making dinner. I'm picking up some fast food for us. Shitty day today."
You respond with a quick "alright", sighing as you instead move to sit on the couch. You hissed slightly after leaning back on the cushions, forgetting the pain in your shoulder. Fuck, it was going to turn into a nasty scar. You wondered what Flambae was doing.
Flambae always prided himself on his abilities. He always felt he was at the top, thinking he was just a bit better than some of those around him.
Or, that's just how he wanted to appear. It was hard to miss how different he acted once he warmed up to someone as he steadily picked up on small details about the person.
He wanted to trust you. He really did. But it was hard when there was evidence suggesting you were the very same villain he was sent to take in.
The first thing he noticed was the motorcycle helmet. It seemed kind of corny when he first saw the villain in person, but it made sense as to why you chose it. It was a basic one, one you saw multiple motorcyclists wearing as they drove by on the streets, making it impossible to pick just one out of the crowd of many who owned it.
And you had a motorcycle before you even met Flambae, so surely it was just a coincidence, he thought at first. But then came the second reason.
You never showed him outright, but when you fell asleep next to him one day, your sleeves rode up. He'd get a glimpse of the bruises there, conveniently in the same area where he had grabbed the villian he was fighting earlier. If he tried asking, you'd always brush it off, saying something stupid like "Oh, these? I just fell.". God, it pissed him off just as much as it worried him. He had no real proof that you were the very same villain running around and destroying buildings, not caring too much for civilians who get roped in.
You've always been his kind boyfriend. The kind who made him dinner and welcomed him home with a kiss. The one who brought breakfast to him in bed if he was too exhausted from work to get up early. To compare you to the same villain he'd been fighting with for not too long.. it's absurd. Unthinkable.
But he had a gut feeling you weren't being truthful with him. He decided to try and gently interrogate you about it once he reached home, as he was currently on his way to your shared apartment after grabbing some random fast food. Once he arrived, he entered with a sigh, setting the food down on the nearby table.
Usually, you'd be going over and welcoming him back, but you didn't. He cocked an eyebrow as he made his way over to the couch. He blinked a bit before smirking.
You were sitting on the couch, fast asleep. Your head lolled to the side, arms loosely crossed even in slumber. Flambae's eyes sparked with fondness.
The interrogation can wait for another day. He didn't have the heart to wake you up, especially seeing how relaxed you looked right now. He leant down and placed a kiss on your forehead.
"Wait a bit.. I need to change.". He spoke to himself, knowing you weren't really able to hear or respond to anything he had to say at the moment. He went to the bedroom and slinked out of his hero costume, instead putting on a white t-shirt and black pajama pants with little campfires on them, the pants being a gift from you.
He went back out and to the couch to gently pick you up, one arm holding up your upper back, putting pressure on your injured shoulder. You groaned slightly in your sleep, browns furrowing unconsciously, though you didn't wake.
Flambae didn't think it was a groan of pain, and figured it was just from you being moved while sleeping. He carried you to the bedroom and laid you down, pulling the blanket over you. He shut off all the lights and slipped in next to you, pulling you close, the food on the table outside of their bedroom door already forgotten.
It all seemed so small at the moment, like nothing else mattered. He carded his fingers through your hair, resting his head atop yours as he held you close, your chest to his. He was also pretty exhausted from the day, and it was easy to just let go near you. Who cared if you were secretly the villain he was after? He wanted to hold onto the hope that you weren't, so he could just hold onto you forever. Although, he wouldn't really mind if you were the villain, but fuck, thinking about it hurt. It meant you didn't trust him at all, choosing to shut him off.
His gaze moved to the window, just to the right of your bed where your desk resided. The moonlight shone down onto the contents atop your desk, one such item being your motorcycle helmet.
His breath hitched, barely noticeable.
Your helmet was slightly melted on the back left side of it, easy to miss, but still there.
in which he's completely exhausted from work and you find him. he isn't too happy, considering you're the one who ran away all those years ago.
angst at beginning,, theres a bit of fluff !! just near the end,, written to be more on the romantic side !!
details and whatnot : reader is a known villain (NOT on z-team), reader and robert knew eachother before the whole mechaman thing and eventually lost contact, reader ghosted robert for a while, described as taller than robert, ooc probably, readers powers allow them to put others to sleep and can also control what they dream about !!
warnings : none !!!
a/n : dont know if ill make a part two.. sorry if its shit ,, only ever made self indulgent fanfics in like 2019 so this is new and !! idk what im doing !! this also hasn't been proofread at ALL .. probably obvious through my writing pls let me know if i messed anything up ,,..... hopefully someone enjoys this LMAO ...,, also a bit out of it since its 5 am rn SORRY ITS A BIT RUSHED
You always had a habit of showing up when he least expected it. When he first got to know you, you'd randomly drop by his place and hang out for a bit, watching shitty shows and passing out on the couch. Sometimes, after a stressful day, you'd come knocking at his door with a basket full of twinkies, claiming that you "just felt like celebrating his birthday early", denying any claims of you coming to comfort him. But that was years ago. And he sure as hell didn't expect to see you anytime soon.
So why were you here?
Why were you in the same dingy alley as him, holding an umbrella over his head to shield him from the incessant rain, depsite him already being soaked? You, now a villain known for putting others to sleep to steal either their belongings or information, were standing in front of him, acting like this was nothing.
Like you hadn't left for years.
Seeing Robert glare up at you in total confusion and hurt, you couldn't bear the silence any longer.
"..So, what are you doing, moping around in some shitty alleyway? You could've just stayed at SDN and avoid being soaked.. or, I'm not sure why you haven't headed home yet."
You pushed the umbrella into his hands, making him hold the base of it. His frown deepened as he thought of a reply, grip tightening on the umbrella.
"..You can't just walk over and act like everything's alright. Like you didn't fucking ghost me for years only to become some second-rate villain stealing shit to be petty. As far as I'm concerned, you have no right to be asking me about any of the choices I make."
You winced slightly at the harsh reply, but you honestly deserved it. After all, you didn't really.. well, have a great reason. Everything you were going through back then just piled up on you, and you ended up running away from what you wanted. Who you wanted. You had convinced yourself it would be better for both you and for him. That you wouldn't truly hurt him if you left.
But now, you can obviously tell that you fucked up, with the way his brown eyes remained narrowed as he glared at you, water droplets clinging to his damp lashes. Fuck, you forgot how much you adored his eyes. But now wasn't the time, the guilt knawing at your stomach overpowering the adoration.
"Look, I get that you're pissed, and you have every right to be. But can we just go somewhere dry first? You can yell at me later."
His grip loosened on the umbrella as he let out a heavy sigh, brows still slightly furrowed.
"..Yeah, okay. Fine. My place is nearby, and you have a shit ton of explaining to do."
The walk to the building was silent. Not the comforting silence that used to flow between you two when the both of you were younger. It was the kind of silence that felt suffocating, unforgiving, and tense. He walked in front of you, shoulders taut with tension despite his attempts to make it seem otherwise. It was something most others wouldn't have noticed, but you refused to let anything related to him slip by you.
Since he was in front of you, you were left with no umbrella. You had only brought one, after all. Though, you didn't mind not sharing. He needed his space to think things over, and having you walk shoulder to shoulder with him wouldn't help at all.
Eventually, you reached his apartment room, and he unlocked the door. He went in first, shaking the umbrella off before setting it to the side. Beef was asleep on the dog bed, and Robert's walls were barren. It almost felt empty, despite the overabundance of lamps and boxes in the room. You quickly noticed this, but now wasn't the time to lecture Robert about his living conditions. He sighs and leans against the wall after you shut the door behind you, crossing his arms.
"So, hit me. What makes you think I'd be cool with you showing up out of nowhere?"
Your eyes flicked to the side, feeling nothing but remorse and regret for what you've done, before moving back to look him in the eyes. You weren't running away from your problems again. Not when you were this close to apologizing.
"Robert.. I'm so fucking sorry. I understand if you hate me or don't want to see me after this, but I couldn't keep running around and avoiding you. I ran away back then because I was a coward. I couldn't admit that I actually cared about you and wanted to stay with you for so much longer. So I took the cowards way out and ran, only hurting you more. I should've actually communicated with you. I'm sorry.". You run your fingers through your hair, moving away any damp strands that stuck to your face. You let out a breath before continuing.
"I get that my words don't really mean shit, especially after what I did. ..I know it's stupid and selfish of me to say I care about you after I left you to hurt alone. But.. if you're willing to give me a chance, I'd spend every day making it up to you. Although, I understand if you don't want to see me ever again."
Robert shut his eyes, bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. The silence stretched on for about a minute or so before he eventually lowered his hand and stepped away from the wall and towards you. You almost wanted to take a step back, considering you couldn't really read everything on his expression. You saw hurt and frustration, but also vulnerability. It felt like a single look from him was enough to rip your heart out.
With the look he was giving you, you honestly couldn't tell if he wanted to punch you in the face or lecture you for hours. Probably both.
"..I'm not just going to forgive you right away. I need you to understand that what you did fucked me up. I thought you cared enough to stay, but you proved me wrong.". He looked to the side before looking up to meet your gaze once more.
"It's going to take a lot of time. I missed you, but I'm not going to bend backwards so you can feel better about what you did. I need you to put actual effort into this.. whatever we are now. We're barely friends as of right now. Got it?"
You nodded. "Yeah, I got it. And.. thank you. For giving me another chance, even when I don't deserve it. You didn't deserve more assholes walking out on you, and I only contributed to the problem. So.. I'll do everything I can to show you I'm not leaving again. Not unless you want me to later."
You were debating on saying more, but decided it was better to cut the conversation short. Both of you were still in your damp clothes, and Robert was clearly exhausted. He had bags under his eyes, and judging from how he was just standing around in some alleyway after work, he wasn't in the best mood from even before you showed up. You cleared your throat.
"So.. you should probably get changed before you catch a cold. You look exhausted."
He scoffed. "Immediately moving on to worry about whether or not I'll be sick... You haven't changed much, huh?"
"..I guess not."
"Planning on staying the night?"
"If you'll let me, yeah."
"Alright.. but you're not sleeping on the couch."
After a bit, both of you were in dry clothes. Robert had lended you his, something you two would do in the past. Though, it was usually you lending him clothes, since he had a smaller frame. His clothes were a bit tight on you, so he went through some boxes to find oversized pants and a shirt.
It had been around thirty minutes since your chat about making things up to him, and you'd be lying if you said it wasn't a bit awkward. You weren't sure what he was okay with and what he wasn't. Would he appreciate a joke? Or small talk? ..Probably not the latter, but you weren't exactly calm enough at the moment to think of anything smart. You didn't expect him to give you another chance.
You hadn't thought this far.
Luckily, Robert seemed too exhausted to care. He plopped down onto the couch with a groan, staring at the ceiling with his eyes half lidded, barely fighting the urge to give into exhaustion. He mumbled out a sentence.
"Box to the left of the couch has a blanket in it. Use it."
You blinked. He was offering you a blanket, despite him not having one for himself.
"You're not going to use it?", you question, making your way over to the box and easily spotting the blanket as soon as you opened it, considering it was lying at the top. You grab it and sit in front of the couch, back resting against it.
Robert rolls onto his side, his front facing the couch cushions and the wall. You couldn't tell if he didn't want to look at you, or if he just liked sleeping on his side.
"Don't need it. This room is hot enough as is."
"..Right. If you say so."
You didn't really listen. You sighed and shifted slightly so you could face the couch, lifting the blanket up and drifting it over Robert. He shifted and rolled over again to glare at you slightly, though the effect was ruined due to his exhaustion.
"Hey, I said I don't-"
He was cut off by you lightly flicking his forehead. Before he could protest more, he felt exhaustion taking over, pulling him into the depths of sleep.
"..Just sleep, stupid. You've always been so stubborn."
You shifted your position on the floor a bit more to better face Robert. You smoothed a bit of his hair down, close enough that you could count each freckle on his face. How badly you wanted to kiss each perfect mark. God, you missed this. You pulled your hand back with a small smile.
And for the first time in a while, Robert slept without any disturbances.
He felt warm. He was safe.
For once, nightmares didn't plague his unconscious mind.
Me seeing this for the 14th time in my 5 years on tumblr and seeing more notes and comments but still reblogging it since it’s literally a World Heritage Post
I enjoy all parts of this post. The trans leash, the confusion, the heartfelt display of affection we give to our pets. The biography, the history lesson, and the morality of keeping cats indoors are all bonuses.
here’s the closeted furries “hey man… can u bum me a cig” and “the one uncle nobody invites to the family reunion but SOMEONE keeps telling him where it is anyways”
if you want an idea of what john is like, imagine hau from pokemon sumo
ALSO the ppl who kept asking me for trans thomas art, HERE he’s trans in this au (;
