Hi! My name is Steph, I'm 35 years old, Aries and I'm a Gender Slime, go by any pronouns. I'm a eclectic Witch for over 15 years now, however I am constantly learning. I had a tumblr before, but I'm making a new one for the hell of it. I also write fanfiction. Also PLEASE don't intereact with smut if you're not 18+ thank you. Blackground and avatar curtesy of MyPillowPaper
I’m a practicing Eclectic Witch, and a full time stay at home caregiver. I’ve recently gotten back into Anime and fanfictions after like a 10 year hiatus. I’m 35 years old. Demisexual and Gender fluid. If I do write anything 18+ The characters will be 18+ no exceptions. I generally stick to Canon timelines when I can. And I dislike friendship/relationship angst. I do tend to write more for AFAB readers, I have a hard time writing for AMAB at times due to me having imposter syndrome. Usually Gender Neutral fics are short one shots.
I am Dark Content Friendly. Even if I don't write a lot of it, I will reblog it to support my friends in the little computer box.
I personally when I write tend to mirror my short stack self into my stories. Never tried to Roleplay but I’m far from against it.
I also do Art, and attempting to do some sort of Portfolio to do Art Commissions which I am still trying to get the courage to do.
And I have an extremely diverse set of interests because I am a fool that believes everything is worth learning and knowing.
IF you would like to donate a coffee or something, feel free, but not necessary. Kofi
I am an 18+ Blog do not follow me if you're younger than that. Do not interact with any of my stuff that is 18+, Mature or Explicit if you are a Minor.
would appreciate it if you had your age or (range) in your Bio, don't care if it's 20's 30's or if you're in your hundreds. Not having an age is going to get you blocked. I hover over blogs so if I don't see it when I hover, it's a block I'm not clicking to read a introductory post to see if you have an age or not.
Having a Blank Blog is going to get you blocked as well.
whatever you do do NOT imagine laying on your f/o's chest as they tell you about something they deeply care about and you can feel their voice vibrating through their chest to calm you down. it's not worth the recovery period
Imagine your f/o quietly amazed by how certain you are about them. They keep waiting for you to change your mind. You don't. Slowly, they stop waiting.
warning(s): (in regards to the teaser) injury from falling from the sky lol
w.count: (in regards to the teaser) 800+
synposis: one moment prohero dyamight is in the middle of a battle in central tokyo, the next he was falling from the air before knocking himself out upon impact to the ground. when he wakes up, he doesn't have much time to figure out what happened or where he was, or even if he was injured before he was fighting for his life as he was attacked by... himself?
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He [bakugou] had just been in the middle of downtown Tokyo in pursuit of some no-name, low-class thug gang running around causing trouble with their quirks. He remembered that it wasn’t much of a pursuit, they were clearly rookies and had no idea who they were dealing with. Apprehending them was a simple task, but the moment he went to radio in they were ready to be detained, something slammed into his back.
Whirling around, his obnoxiously large gauntlet slammed into the side of the head of a thug who had slipped his grasp. He must’ve been hiding in the shadows or late to the party for him to be missed or overlooked. His nose began to bleed and his lip was split from the impact, but he seemed pleased nonetheless.
“You’ll get what you deserve,” was all he said before he pulled a small, palm sized hourglass from a small side satchel he had been wearing and flipped it. The area on Bakugou’s back that had been hit began to heat up before he was encased in glass confinement. Sand started pouring over his head as he squeezed his eyes shut to try and lessen the amount that got into them and he coughed at the dust and sand particles that fell into his mouth.
Without much though, he trudged through the now ankle high sand to the glass wall before pulling back both his arms and swinging his gauntlets into the glass, shattering it. However, instead of falling onto the familiar Tokyo concrete, he was met with nothing.
Literally, nothing.
Below his feet was just air as he started falling. He was falling from so high up and he had no idea how he had got there. There was no way his body could take a full blown blast to try and propel himself upwards to try and correct himself during free fall, so he instead shot off multiple, low-scale blasts under him to at least lessen the blow he knew would be coming.
The crash landing he expected hurt less than it would if he just took it bluntly, but it still hurt. The trees he fell through tore through his hero suit, branches cutting his skin as he descended until he hit the ground.
Bakugou landed on his still semi-burning back, groaning as he flipped himself over. His gauntlets in pieces scattered around him broke upon impact with the ground. His arms were sore as he held one around his gut and weakly coughed.
He managed to get up to his feet and rather pathetically walk to the end of the tree cluster he had fallen into to see a shallow bog. Puddles of water filling the shallow land with moss and grass as high as his knees springing up around them. He clicked his tongue, spitting in the process as he could taste the metallic tang of blood in his mouth like with a slight sting.
“I fuckin’ bit my tongue,” he hissed, becoming slightly more aware of the throbbing pain in his mouth, but still trying to ignore it. His tongue must’ve gotten sandwiched between his teeth when he hit the ground. At least he didn’t bite it all the way off.
As he stumbled further into the bog, his boots descended into the shallow water, he remained ignorant of the predatorial gaze that watched his every waking move from up in the treetops. They had caught sight of him as he made his way to the treeline up until now and they watched him with nothing but threatening intention. Bakugou must’ve still been reeling from his fall since he wasn’t able to detect them until they were flinging themself out of the trees and towards him.
The rustling of the leaves is what alerted him as he quickly spun on his heels, stumbling back as to not fall ass-first into the murky bog water. Whoever had attempted to jump on him landed only feet away, the water splashing up and soaking up into the bright red cap they wore. They knelt in the bog, back towards the pro with that red cape with a fur collar that concealed a lot of their body soaking up more water the longer they stayed knelt.
“I’m getting sick of people fuckin’ coming up behind me today!” He yelled, already fed up. “The hell is your prob-”
The prohero cut himself off as the assaulter looked over his shoulder. The familiar shade of blonde hair finally registering in his mind paired with the same familiar red eyes that glared at him over the white fur of his cape. He felt his palms crackle with tiny explosions simply out of anxiousness- or maybe it was shock- as the attacker finally began to rise to his feet and turn to face the prohero head on.
“What the fuck,” he whispered to himself, taking on small step back in astonishment as he brought his arms up in practiced defensive stance. Why did this stranger in a tacky red cape, low hanging pants and necklaces lined with sharp, shark-like teeth and beads look identical to him?
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a/n: i'm super excited to work more on this wip and i wanna know if you guys are as interested as i am! i want to include a lot in this story so hopefully it comes out to be a decent length. If it gets over 12k i'll probably divide it up into parts, but if that happens it'll be all prewritten and i'll post on a schedule. it's all about what happened and how carried away i get with this LOL
also there will be two bakugou's through most (almost all lol) of this story so one will be called by his first name (and if i remember will be italicized) and the other will be his family name to try and avoid too much confusion PFFT
lemme know if this small little teaser is interesting/intriguing so i can keep my motivation up to write more for it! <3
WHA would also be interesting for a Isekai. Especially if 'teleported' there cause of the Brimmed-caps, and experimented on, and then the Knights Moralis finds Reader thinking they did the Teleportation spell and wipes their memories of Magic. But it only wipes reader's memory of the magic in this world. Not their prior world where Magic was a harmony between you and the world with intention.
And reader is just confused why their version of Magic isn't working. Qifrey takes them in because he got there at the tail end of them wiping Readers memory.
Then reteaching magic, reader uses the wrong sigils, the Runes work just as well. But with what the Brimmed-caps did with them its ten fold the results with normal ink. Not just Conjuring Ink. But also like Reader is still attempting 'intention' and not just assuming all Sigils and signs are a constant as long as you finish them, and like. "So...its like math...if you want me to lose interest in something fast, relate it to math...."
👆 I'm only opening 6 slots to cover household expenses.
I still have a lot of pending orders! So I can't take any more for now
Please choose a pose you like, keeping in mind the size difference between the characters. Changing that it's not difficult, but it will complicate things and delay me, creating a snowball effect for everyone else waiting in line.
If you request these kinds of changes, please keep in mind that your delivery dates will change, and you'll have to wait longer.
