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This is a Bobby appreciation post.
Reblog to show Bobby some love
the original butchfem (dear daniel & hello kitty)
⭒ㅤwhose (not) random kid
premise. crash landing from the future is apparently your kid, not that you know that anyway... in the form of a mixture between you, and your... supposed counterpart, clues are bound to pile up as to whose child this is.
parts. rosehearts, kingscholar, ashengrotto, al asim, schoenheit, shroud, draconia
cont. gender neutral reader, use of 'mada' which is just 'mama' and 'dada' cut in half for our resident shrimp (aka yuu) staggering 6.1k words woah
note. hello, hello! for a while I don't think I can work on azul's part </3 it's gonna be a very busy week for me for the following two weeks (i can say i am already in hell week) for finals so it might be a while before I can pick his part up hehe. in the meanwhile... here's leona ;) if I can commit to a date for azul, you can check out the posting schedule at my pinned since I will be updated it once i do!
as usual, just comment if you also want to be added in the taglist ^^ if those already on want to be removed you can also drop a comment to inform me!
leona
i should take a bite–was a brief thought that swam through your mind just as you turned a corner to another seemingly endless hallway. the floating lanterns, and candles alike light up in a short flash of dim green when you passed, extinguishing completely when you found another hallway.
in your hands was none other than a doom sandwich from the cafeteria, plucked then fought after its other nineteen siblings in the tray. if you had a word it would probably be chaos, you’d think there was a pyramid of golden bars in the cafeteria from the crowd of students outside before the bell.
there was indeed not.
⭒ㅤwhose (not) random kid
premise. crash landing from the future is apparently your kid, not that you know that anyway... in the form of a mixture between you, and your... supposed counterpart, clues are bound to pile up as to whose child this is.
parts. rosehearts, kingscholar, ashengrotto, al asim, schoenheit, shroud, draconia
cont. gender neutral reader, use of 'mada' which is just 'mama' and 'dada' cut in half for our resident shrimp (aka yuu), octavinelle's shady business deserved it's own tag, 7.0k words
note. hiii again! it took a whole month for this to come out hehe. my honest opinion, the kid here is the cutest I've had to write. I really love em' 🤎 most of the good parts of this fic is near the end where they start interacting with yuu!
azul
ashengrotto did not do things himself–it sounds bad, by extension. like he was incompetent but most of the student body of the school knew better than to assume so, much less say it out loud. associating with him came with consequences, but much larger rewards to sow if you were actually useful for him to keep close.
why should he exert much effort from the body when his mind had already done the work? he rewarded his employees well after all.
his grip was iron. figuratively, and literally. no slip through for an exit, if he let go then it was because he wanted to. he does things when he wants to and watches it all play with a critical eye. he let his actor take point center, relish the spotlight where in the end, he can bask under the light. what was rewards without hardships?
azul does things for you despite himself.
You know what's so funny about being a Vil Schoenheit fan?
Remembering that he's a guy. I, like the whole twst fandom, gets fooled by his glamour, beauty and everything about him to forget that underneath all of that is a guy. I remember anticipating his sleep wear as one of those sheer pink robes with faux fur but in reality,
He's wearing what I assume to be a designer pajama set with a hair bonnet to avoid bedhair. I mean I am not complaining cus hello?? More Vil content for me but it reminds me to step back and realise I am still swooning over a guy.
His sleep wear makes sense since he's an actor and mostly likely very rich. He can afford that designer branded pajamas. Hell, it could be a sponsorship thing. Additionally it's not too extravagant since he is going for the elegant Queen vibe to honor his dorm. (I'm reaching for the stars on this one but it could be right)
Moreover, I remember reading about what happened in the Bean festival event. According to those who played it, Leona meticulously chose who to pick as his teammates. Makes sense, he's scheming and calculative. Also he's a chess player, he knows what he's doing. Meanwhile Vil just says the group to duke it out and the winner/s is his teammates which is the most jock thing to do. Like that's the most guy thing I ever heard.
So in conclusion, I yearn for the twst fandom to characterize Vil like a guy who just happens to be both masculine and feminine. We all collectively associate vanity, harsh and strict personality, beauty and glamour with the personality of a mean girl. Always remember, Vil Schoenheit is a guy.
ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤTAIL ME TO CHURCHㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
☆ PAIRING : Yandere Kurt Wagner x Fem Angel Reader
☆ HEADCANON : How Would He Be With An Angel Darling?
☆ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!
Kurt saw you for the first time during a mission with the X-Men. You descended from sky like a gothic renaissance painting—glowing, regal, beautiful. Your voice rang out like a celestial choir that also wanted him dead. The moment your six cute, fluttering winged eyes turned toward him in horror, he was smitten.
You called him “demon spawn” with such elegance, he actually got flustered.
“Thou reek of sulfur and failure.”
“Thank you—wait, what?”
He tried to introduce himself and offer a hand. You floated over it. Not past it. Over it. Like his existence was something sticky you didn’t want to step in.
He 100% thinks he’s in love.
Logan says he’s into being insulted.
You say he’s “a furry manifestation of God’s worst joke.”
He tells people you’re just shy.
Your floating eyes adore him. They blink sweetly when he’s around, chirp like pigeons, and one of them even gave him a flower once. You hate that. You punish them by making them watch sermons.
Kurt talks to them like they’re cats.
“Hallo, kleiner augenfreunde! Did she tell you about me? No? She never stops talking about me—of course she did!”
You’re the opposite of what people expect an angel to be. You’re a narcissist with zero patience, a superiority complex the size of the sun, and no internal monologue.
You insist you loathe Kurt. Disgusting little demon.
But every time he prays, you mysteriously appear to scold him for “appropriating sacred rituals.”
Girl, why were you watching him pray?
This man’s main character flaw is blind optimism. You spit on his face (literally), and he’ll say, “She’s warming up to me.” You explode a building because he touched your wing, and he’ll smile through the blood.
“She said I was a disgrace. That’s two steps up from unholy vermin!”
Everyone else is watching this like a horror rom-com trainwreck.
You know everything about him. His birth year. His favorite food. The exact softness of his tail.
You dream about strangling him. Or marrying him. Or both.
You followed him to confession once and stood behind the priest, breathing dramatically. He nearly cried.
Your inner monologue: Stupid fuzzy rat. If he smiles at me again I swear to God I will decapitate him in my dreams and also braid his hair and also kiss him once and then kill him again.
Kurt is unwavering. You try to push him off a building? Teleports back.
You insult his tail? Offers to let you touch it.
You call him "an eldritch wet cat in spandex"? He blushes.
Eventually, you start talking to him without barbs. Just a little. One of your eyes starts hovering around him even when you’re not there. You start appearing to protect him, but only under the guise of “killing him later.”
“Touch him, and I’ll annihilate your bloodline. He’s mine to destroy.”
Kurt: beaming “She cares.”
He once walks in on you lecturing a broken mirror for reflecting you “incorrectly.” You’re in a silk robe, surrounded by fire.
He shrugs and offers you tea.
You start screaming about how tea is beneath you. He hands you your favorite kind. You stare.
You drink it.
Your floating eyes blink rapidly.
You’ve never sneezed in front of anyone. Because angels don’t sneeze. You told everyone this. Loudly. Often. But one day during a mission briefing, something in the dusty abandoned chapel hits your nose wrong and—
You let out the most pathetic, high-pitched “chu!”
And then immediately disintegrate a pew from embarrassment.
Kurt, blinking: “Gesundheit?”
You, glowing with shame: “I will erase this moment from your mind and soul, you putrid blue salamander.”
The floating eyes start circling him apologetically.
He still thinks about that sneeze at night. It was adorable.
One day He gives you a gift. Wrapped in silver paper, tied with a ribbon that matches your hair.
Inside: a custom eye mask. Six of them. Tiny. Embroidered with golden wings.
“For your augenfreunde. So they may sleep better, ja?”
You go feral. Shouting, flying ten feet in the air, glowing bright enough to cause minor sunburns. You accuse him of mocking your “divine protectors.”
He nods solemnly. “Of course. I will humbly accept any punishment you deem worthy.”
You glare at him.
You take the masks.
You tell him they’re “being incinerated.”
You lie.
That night, the little eyes float in a circle, sleeping peacefully in their tiny angeli masks.
Once during combat, your hair gets scorched. Not completely—but enough to reveal one eye. You freeze. Everyone freezes.
You’re panting, hurt, vulnerable.
Kurt immediately teleports in front of you, covering your face with his own tattered cloak.
“You are beautiful,” he whispers, reverent, not even trying to hide the awe.
You slap him.
You scream.
You kick him so hard he crashes into a tree and apologizes for being in your presence.
You vanish for three weeks.
When you return, your hair is longer.
Your eyes flutter around Kurt like shy children.
You still call him a disgrace, but now your voice wavers.
The first time you touch him you were injured. Bleeding golden-blue ichor that shimmers like mercury. You insist you’re fine.
You start to collapse.
He catches you.
You slap his chest. “Unhand me, heretic!”
But you don’t teleport away. You don’t fly off.
You just… sit there. On his lap trembling.
He whispers a prayer.
You roll your eyes so hard one of your floating ones spins in the air.
But your hand?
It grips his tail gently.
And when he flinches, thinking you’ll bite it off?
You curl your fingers around it and squeeze.
“Disgusting appendage… warm.”
He nearly passes out.
You eventually let him hold your hand. Only because you were “cold.”
You get jealous when he flirts with anyone else—even if you were trying to murder him that morning.
And even though you still call him a demon in public, at night you whisper prayers of confusion to whatever god cursed you with affection for that thing.
Maenwhile, Kurt thanks God daily for letting him fall in love with a celestial nightmare in heels.
— MASTERLIST ☆
— © luv-lock. Don't copy, use or translate any of my works here or any other websites ☆
ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤTAIL ME TO CHURCHㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
☆ PAIRING : Yandere Kurt Wagner x Fem Angel Reader
☆ HEADCANON : How Would He Be With An Angel Darling?
☆ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!
Kurt saw you for the first time during a mission with the X-Men. You descended from sky like a gothic renaissance painting—glowing, regal, beautiful. Your voice rang out like a celestial choir that also wanted him dead. The moment your six cute, fluttering winged eyes turned toward him in horror, he was smitten.
You called him “demon spawn” with such elegance, he actually got flustered.
“Thou reek of sulfur and failure.”
“Thank you—wait, what?”
He tried to introduce himself and offer a hand. You floated over it. Not past it. Over it. Like his existence was something sticky you didn’t want to step in.
He 100% thinks he’s in love.
Logan says he’s into being insulted.
You say he’s “a furry manifestation of God’s worst joke.”
He tells people you’re just shy.
Your floating eyes adore him. They blink sweetly when he’s around, chirp like pigeons, and one of them even gave him a flower once. You hate that. You punish them by making them watch sermons.
Kurt talks to them like they’re cats.
“Hallo, kleiner augenfreunde! Did she tell you about me? No? She never stops talking about me—of course she did!”
You’re the opposite of what people expect an angel to be. You’re a narcissist with zero patience, a superiority complex the size of the sun, and no internal monologue.
You insist you loathe Kurt. Disgusting little demon.
But every time he prays, you mysteriously appear to scold him for “appropriating sacred rituals.”
Girl, why were you watching him pray?
This man’s main character flaw is blind optimism. You spit on his face (literally), and he’ll say, “She’s warming up to me.” You explode a building because he touched your wing, and he’ll smile through the blood.
“She said I was a disgrace. That’s two steps up from unholy vermin!”
Everyone else is watching this like a horror rom-com trainwreck.
You know everything about him. His birth year. His favorite food. The exact softness of his tail.
You dream about strangling him. Or marrying him. Or both.
You followed him to confession once and stood behind the priest, breathing dramatically. He nearly cried.
Your inner monologue: Stupid fuzzy rat. If he smiles at me again I swear to God I will decapitate him in my dreams and also braid his hair and also kiss him once and then kill him again.
Kurt is unwavering. You try to push him off a building? Teleports back.
You insult his tail? Offers to let you touch it.
You call him "an eldritch wet cat in spandex"? He blushes.
Eventually, you start talking to him without barbs. Just a little. One of your eyes starts hovering around him even when you’re not there. You start appearing to protect him, but only under the guise of “killing him later.”
“Touch him, and I’ll annihilate your bloodline. He’s mine to destroy.”
Kurt: beaming “She cares.”
He once walks in on you lecturing a broken mirror for reflecting you “incorrectly.” You’re in a silk robe, surrounded by fire.
He shrugs and offers you tea.
You start screaming about how tea is beneath you. He hands you your favorite kind. You stare.
You drink it.
Your floating eyes blink rapidly.
You’ve never sneezed in front of anyone. Because angels don’t sneeze. You told everyone this. Loudly. Often. But one day during a mission briefing, something in the dusty abandoned chapel hits your nose wrong and—
You let out the most pathetic, high-pitched “chu!”
And then immediately disintegrate a pew from embarrassment.
Kurt, blinking: “Gesundheit?”
You, glowing with shame: “I will erase this moment from your mind and soul, you putrid blue salamander.”
The floating eyes start circling him apologetically.
He still thinks about that sneeze at night. It was adorable.
One day He gives you a gift. Wrapped in silver paper, tied with a ribbon that matches your hair.
Inside: a custom eye mask. Six of them. Tiny. Embroidered with golden wings.
“For your augenfreunde. So they may sleep better, ja?”
You go feral. Shouting, flying ten feet in the air, glowing bright enough to cause minor sunburns. You accuse him of mocking your “divine protectors.”
He nods solemnly. “Of course. I will humbly accept any punishment you deem worthy.”
You glare at him.
You take the masks.
You tell him they’re “being incinerated.”
You lie.
That night, the little eyes float in a circle, sleeping peacefully in their tiny angeli masks.
Once during combat, your hair gets scorched. Not completely—but enough to reveal one eye. You freeze. Everyone freezes.
You’re panting, hurt, vulnerable.
Kurt immediately teleports in front of you, covering your face with his own tattered cloak.
“You are beautiful,” he whispers, reverent, not even trying to hide the awe.
You slap him.
You scream.
You kick him so hard he crashes into a tree and apologizes for being in your presence.
You vanish for three weeks.
When you return, your hair is longer.
Your eyes flutter around Kurt like shy children.
You still call him a disgrace, but now your voice wavers.
The first time you touch him you were injured. Bleeding golden-blue ichor that shimmers like mercury. You insist you’re fine.
You start to collapse.
He catches you.
You slap his chest. “Unhand me, heretic!”
But you don’t teleport away. You don’t fly off.
You just… sit there. On his lap trembling.
He whispers a prayer.
You roll your eyes so hard one of your floating ones spins in the air.
But your hand?
It grips his tail gently.
And when he flinches, thinking you’ll bite it off?
You curl your fingers around it and squeeze.
“Disgusting appendage… warm.”
He nearly passes out.
You eventually let him hold your hand. Only because you were “cold.”
You get jealous when he flirts with anyone else—even if you were trying to murder him that morning.
And even though you still call him a demon in public, at night you whisper prayers of confusion to whatever god cursed you with affection for that thing.
Maenwhile, Kurt thanks God daily for letting him fall in love with a celestial nightmare in heels.
— MASTERLIST ☆
— © luv-lock. Don't copy, use or translate any of my works here or any other websites ☆
⭒ㅤwhose (not) random kid
premise. crash landing from the future is apparently your kid, not that you know that anyway... in the form of a mixture between you, and your... supposed counterpart, clues are bound to pile up as to whose child this is.
parts. rosehearts, kingscholar, ashengrotto, al asim, schoenheit, shroud, draconia
cont. gender neutral reader, use of 'mada' which is just 'mama' and 'dada' cut in half for our resident shrimp (aka yuu), a yummy 5.8k words that I did not expect to get this long lol
note. I only have a rough outline of what's going to be included with the others parts after the names of the kids lol. I'll probably write leona's as usual after this but I can't promise I'll release one more part after his this month, the rest will probably come next month considering I'm bombarded sadge. paper defense, then final exams next month save me
also hello! my unnofficial: I'll try to post more
late edit: comment if you want to get tagged <3
riddle
when you slid a foot over the portal to heartslabyul there’s some sort of a strange–inexplicable air that surrounds it. usually the dimension is light to be in, unlike the tingling feelings of being in octavinelle or the eeriness of ignihyde. all dormitories had their own particular sensation that weighs on you depending on where you were.
you squinted, deciding to shrug it off. there was no way you had a sixth sense for feeling in the literal air!
In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.
P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3
sorry…i didn’t end up drawing him in his school uniform. i got too invested in this
DAMN! 😳😳😳
𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝~
❥Pairing: Damian Al Ghul x Wife!Reader
❥Word count: 1.0k
❥Warning: mentions of blood but very brief, mentions of killing, mentions of kidnapping
❥S: Damian worst fear is losing his beloved wife (I wrote this in an hour. It’s 3:20 am rn☹️)
“This is so unlike you” Damian grumbles under his breath as he lies on a bed, a green silk robe hanging off his shoulder as you tend to a deep wound on his midsection with a needle and thick thread in hand. There’s sweat dripping down his forehead. A part of you feels bad but at the same time, he decided to have you tend to all his wounds after coming home from a mission his mother or grandfather sent him on.
Some days he’ll come home with a scratch or none and other days he’ll come back with gashes and marks that’ll stay permanent on his tan skin. As the needle in your hand digs into his skin once more—it hits a nerve that has him griping your wrist tightly and hissing loudly. Despite being an assassin, despite going through every single hard training process there was, a torture process, he still feels his pain.
“I’m sorry” you watch as Damian lets out a heavy sigh, letting go of your writs and gripping a metal handle beside the bed. “Just a few more so please bear with me” Minutes had felt like hours to Damian once you finished. And with your help, he sits up straight, groaning as we do so. One last step was to wrap the now stitched-up wound with bandages. His arms are up slightly as you reach over his back with the long white strips and bring them back to his front repeating the same process a few more times.
Hi, hello, here me out
Rollo isn't here, but they'd be a butchy femme
I don't understand but yes
For Tmnt 2012, Tmnt 2016 and rottmnt fans, I need your opinions on this. I have watched the 2012 version of Tmnt and thought that "Wow, why do I think a turtle is so visually appealing in a cartoon despite seeing how turtles look like." I know some of you know who I meant.
It's the leader in blue, Leonardo. I thought I was weird until recently I told my siblings and they agreed. It's because his head shape is soo symmetrical pretty compared to his brothers. Not to mention to his personality and voice in the 2012 version. He straight up looks very visually appealing.
Then things feels weird for me when the 2016 version aka Bayverse was out.
To be honest, the designs for them was ick. The lightning and background sometimes make them repulsive to look at when I was younger. Obviously, I rewatch with my siblings just recently. The first thing they introduced the main characters was showing Raphael's foot and panning upwards to his face. Then he intimidate April. Suddenly, Leo steps in to stop his brother.
Don't tell me that didn't gave vibes of main love interest in a romance genre.
Not to mention the way he says his lines to April which was practically threatening her and telling that they will find her. Yet his voice and tone makes me go 😊😊😍😍😍😳😳
Then the best version of Tmnt (in my opinion) , solidified that fact that Leo is the face of the group. I LOVED THIS VERSION BECAUSE HOW DYNAMIC THEIR DESIGNS ARE AND YOU CAN STILL RECOGNISE WHO IS WHO BY SILHOUETTES, NOT BY COLOR!
Other than the designs, the fact that Leo is aware he is prettier than his brothers really fucks with my brain. It's like confirming that there ARE versions of Leo that many fans considered attractive.
So do we agree that Leo is the face card of the group?
YESS, HE'S PRETTY FOR NO REASON
NO, THAT'S A TURTLE! EEWWW!
Vil Schoenheit.... I am so sorry but my heart is currently stolen by a guy who's motif is skulls and halloween. He looks like he is a little weird, eccentric and fan boyish. Probably whimpers. He managed to stole my heart even though he shares similarities with Idia Shroud.
Before him, Idia Shroud and Jamil Viper were the ones my heart is at risk for the mere fact they have luscious long hair albeit unique for Idia's case. I am a simple woman who's attention can be taken away through beauty. However Skully J Graves is not a matter of beauty but rather my fascination and love for Halloween, Horror and Gothic themes of aesthetics.
My heart is indefinitely stolen by a guy who looks like this:
Skully J. Graves full live2d + expressions
Even his facial expressions is so cutteeee
how to be demure with vil
Hahahaha Hahaha I am losing my mind. I am sure if I really love how pretty Vil looked or the audio fit him so well hahahaahahah
Not on TikTok often but I heard this audio I had to make this edit with it. Here's a link to the original
Is it me or Jason Todd seems like a green flag?
This could be rose tinted lens because how the fan do makes delicious fanfics about him being utterly in love with the reader. But Like???? I AM VERY CONVINCED THAT ONCE HE LOVES YOU, HE DON'T CARE WHETHER OR NOT YOU ARE A WOMAN, MAN OR NEITHER. HE WOULD SHOWER YOU WITH LOVE AND AFFECTION.
And then there's his family, I seen how the fandom picture them in dynamics where "She falls first, he falls harder" and "He fell in love when she fell out of love" or something like that. I forgot the exact words but there is a Tumblr post. When it comes to Jason Todd, apparently he is the type to "he falls first and falls harder as he knows you". So among the bat family, he's like a green flag enough???