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Xena & Peter/Izuku/Katsuki
Peter ꨄ - INTJ x ENFP
Izuku ꕥ - INTJ x INFJ
Katsuki ❀ - INTJ x INTJ
Peter ꨄ - Leo x Libra
Izuku ꕥ - Cancer x Libra
Katsuki ❀ - Taurus x Libra
Peter ꨄ - Paper Rings - Taylor Swift
Peter and I would relate to this because of how even if we’re smart we’d do dumb stuff and kiss each other like dorks in love 🫶and we would build legos together after school. We would have study dates and I would force him to bring me to swing around the city if either of us can’t sleep or just want the feeling of peace in the air at night. We most definitely have that best friends to lovers trope.
Izuku ꕥ - This Side of Paradise - Coyote Theory
He and I would be the liners who become closer from middle school all the way to UA. We would be two peas in a pod, him being the shy one and I being the one to do everything in the relationship first and being all cuddly with one another and geek out about the things we adore. We would definitely be the type to jsut sit and share ear buds to listen music to wind down 🤭
Katsuki ❀ - Everybody Talks - Neon Trees
Kats and I would have a rocky start to form a friendship especially if I’ve met him middle school since I don’t condone bullying for shit. But obviously with the redemption and growth from him, I don’t doubt we would be those chaotic friends where I do dumb things and he says what I did was stupid but would discreetly fix my shit. He would most definitely catch on that I know that he likes me but I refuse to do the first move so he would 🫶
Favorites/Ships + MBTI/Zodiac + Songs
I was bored so I created my favorite characters and me (don't judge me, Picrews are free therapy and I'm just vibin'). Create your favorites/ships in this, share the MBTI/Zodiac dynamic and a song you associate with them. [Picrew] [Personality Database]
Wakatoshi Ushijima + L
ISTJ + INFJ
Leo + Sagittarius
Power Over Me by Dermot Kennedy
Satoru Gojo + L
ENTP + INFJ
Sagittarius + Sagittarius
Infinity by Jaymes Young
Keigo Takami + L
ENTP + INFJ
Capricorn + Sagittarius
Free If We Want It by Nothing But Thieves
Meguru Bachira + L
ESTP + INFJ
Leo + Sagittarius
Salt And Vinegar by LIGHTS
Tagging (no pressure): @damn-geto @isseikuns @eldiandiablo @reinersbrauns @mrsackxrman @roza-rt @haikyutiehoe @yuujispinkhair @suguwu @mintmatcha @taka-hiro-shi @tenkoushimura @hanighul @chi-anpan @sabyss @starryenigma @wishterya @miyamartina @miyaslvt @rinoomi @arquitecturadelanada @iernos @fierydiamond @baldurians @noonfaerie @bakugouslefttiddy @jaegereism @6oldie @pockcock @peachsayshi @quizzikemen @oikawabreakme @love-oikawa @armoredpotato and whoever wants to do this. 🤍
I fear I may have started something infodump ahead please (MASSIVE BNHA MANGA SPOILERS)
I'm debating whether I should even continue writing this. But I have an AU where Shigaraki doesn't get fucking merced. But essentially, the League is a bunch of rebel delinquents.
So in the AU, around the time that Bakugou gets captured, Shigaraki gets introduced to Dabi's friend, her name is Junko. Junko comes from Korea but her Japanese is very very very limited.
She joins the League and starts to get along with Shigaraki and eventually they fall in love. I have a fan child for them and everything I WANNA INFODUMP MORE BUT I GOTTA GET STARTED ON SOME CLASSESSHOFSDJLS.
Here is a doc on her character and backstory and everything
Heavy topics are in this backstory btw for drugs, torture, and as well as eating disorders.
I wanna write more and more about Junko and Shiggy's relationship because they have been nonstop on my mind for a very long long time. I lovb them both so fuckisddnfkjndf MUCH AAADFSJSHSKJ.
This is my way of coping that Shigaraki is fucking dead
Just an Adventurous Pirate and a Flustered Technically
He was too excited for Willow to notice how far they were flying 😅. @datubooty
A cute date in the human realm. Hunter was eager to show Willow what he had found.
The Date pt.2~
The Date~
I do not own this. Please support the original artist.
3,000 Miles
author:
MRI
summary: Gen had no plans when he packed a bag, bought a plane ticket for New York, and ultimately ran away from home in the span of a night, simply functioning off the need to disappear. Needless to say, taking a transcontinental trip across America via train with a science-obsessed stranger was not what he had expected when he decided to abandon his lush lifestyle in Japan. But even then, Gen couldn't help but want to join the eccentric stranger in his journey of chasing the stars. More specifically, he wanted to chase him.
The Way It Stops and Starts
author:
doppelnoir (kiritime)
summary:
After Ranpo's only shot at romance in his entire twenty-six years of living at his cute rival in an investigation competition, imagine his complete and utter embarrassment when the only person who ever caught his heart's attention shows up six years later with an elaborate plan to get revenge? WHY? All I ever wanted was a date, you gorgeous insane man, Ranpo thinks miserably as Poe stares at him with a maniacal smirk behind bangs even thicker than before. Why are you doing this to me? Did I really mess up that bad? Ranpo pretends not to remember him at first. It's the only way to preserve his dignity while he's actually trying not to crumble under the weight of his stupid twenty year old past-self, and usually he'd rather DIE than call himself stupid. But slowly, the embarrassment fades. Because Ranpo realises something that day, something that makes his brain stir with a very unfamiliar emotion that he thinks is called 'longing'. Poe is so much more brilliant than Ranpo could have ever imagined.
alternately, the story of Ranpo Edogawa feeling constantly confused by his clever and adorable new friend.
Worth The Risk
Hello everyone! Sorry I’ve been MIA, it’s been a long couple of weeks, and they’re just about to get longer. Pray for me. Here’s the last part of my Children of the Sea series, I hope you like it!
(I may add to this, I’m thinking about opening commissions for Christmas, so if you like this and want more, let me know!)
*
Lance had fucked up. He had royally fucked up.
After he had been rescued by a panicky fisherman neighbor and taken back home, fussed over by his mother and put to bed, he realized just how big of a mistake he had made. In his cold medicine induced haze, he had realized that the siren had talked to him. Okay, so maybe it had been telepathic, but it still counted!
God, and his voice had been lovely. Soft and crooning, curling around the corners of his mind delicately, like he was afraid his words, his presence in his mind, might scare Lance off.
The poor thing had been scared, he realises, for Lance. And after his outburst, because of Lance. And… he had yelled at the creature for things beyond his control. It was likely he was never going to see him again. If anyone had yelled at him for doing his best to help, the Cuban certainly wouldn’t want anything to do with them, not to mention the amount of damage his pride would take.
With a groan, Lance rolls over onto his side, pulling the pillow over his head. He was going to have to fix this, and fast.
*
Keith didn’t go back to the surface, even after the storm had calmed. Shiro had been waiting with baited breath for his little brother to escape the minute the waters had evened out and returned to normal, ready to drag him back by his tailfin if need be. But… it didn’t happen.
In fact, the little siren was more subdued and quiet than he had been since Shiro had taken him in all those years ago. He stuck close to his brother or Pidge’s side, never daring to stray outside of the territory lines. He hardly spoke, hardly ate, hardly took interest in play fighting or teasing his brother. It was worrying. Shiro was very worried.
Keith, he tries one afternoon. Do you want to go to the surface and try to help me find your human? It was his only hope. As much as he hated how happy this human made his brother, he couldn’t bear seeing him like this any longer.
Can we? His little brother gives him a surprised look, his fins flaring with interest. They droop after a little while, his expression falling with them. No, he shakes his head, he doesn’t want to see me. He doesn’t like me.
I’m sure that isn’t true, Shiro offers, but he wasn’t absolutely sure. Keith’s expression told him that this was clear on his own face, his amethyst eyes wide and sad.
It is. Red scales flick nervously, his injured tailfin lagging just a bit more than the others.
And you’re absolutely certain of this? His older brother gives him what he hopes is a reassuring smile. It seems to work; Keith falters, glancing up at the distant surface.
No…
Well, then. Why don’t we go see if it is? Shiro offers him his hand, and after a moment’s hesitation, Keith takes it.
Some small part of him hoped Lance was waiting. But another part was making doubt curl unpleasantly in his belly, reminding him of the harsh words and even harsher look he’d been given.
*
Nobody was there.
Shiro had set him in one of the shallow tide pools just shy of the shore, close enough where Lance would be able to see him and far enough away for Shiro to be able to pull him to safety. His brother was lingering in the shallows, waiting and watching, out of sight.
But… he wasn’t here. Keith waits, and waits, and… waits. He waits until the sun sets and the salt has crusted over his scales, until the tides are coming in and he blames the spray of the foam for the water on his face. He wasn’t crying. He… wouldn’t cry over a human. Not again, anyways.
The little siren was crying, though. It started slow, just a little prick of tears that could’ve been caused by a number of things. But as more time passes and nobody shows up, his mind starts replaying the storm and everything in it. Watching Lance get thrown from the boat. Dragging him through the water to safety, begging and praying to Poseidon that this human would live, that he would spare this one human.
It isn’t long before he’s crying in earnest, pressing his webbed fingers to his face to stifle his quiet sobs, his gills flaring in confusion as he hiccups for breath. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why had he come back? He obviously wasn’t wanted.
He stays there, crying quietly and feeling terribly pathetic. What kind of siren sheds tears over a human, his mind scoffs. Not any proper ones.
Keith doesn’t even notice he’s not alone before someone sloshes the water next to him and gasps a soft, “You came back?”
He jumps with a soft shriek of surprise, recoiling when his human crouches down next to him, his blue eyes wide and lovely and beautiful.
Lance sits there for a moment, stunned and flooded with relief and happiness. “I can’t believe… you came back! It’s really you, isn’t it? I’m so sorry,” He reaches over, cupping Keith’s cheeks, his eyes searching Keith’s own. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said those things.”
The siren’s wide purple eyes watch him a moment before he sags, nuzzling into Lance’s palm, closing his eyes. You didn’t mean it?
“No, no, of course I didn’t mean it. Oh, baby…” A thumb brushes under Keith’s eye, Lance’s voice cracking. “Were you crying? I’m so sorry…”
The human shuffles into the tide pool, clothes be damned, and scoops the siren into his lap. He whispers apologies in a language Keith doesn’t understand, rocking him and holding him close. It was everything he had hoped for and dreamt about.
His tears dry, his anxious nerves soothes by the soft words from his human, the hand brushing lovingly against his scales, cradling him close like he was something precious. Like something that was meant to be cared for.
He tilts his chin up once he was calmed, looking up at his human, bathed in the soft golden glow of the setting sun. He was breathtaking. Keith reaches up, brushing his fingertips over his cheekbones and smiling faintly when his thick eyelashes flicker, blue irises flicking to amethyst.
The little siren realizes almost immediately that he was in love. Oh, was he in love. Wasn’t that a scary thought? A siren in love with a mortal. He’d been taught all his life that it was a terrible idea to consort with them, that they would take things to keep for themselves. He knew now what they meant by that - but Keith had given his heart to this human.
I don’t know your name, he blinks.
The Cuban laughs. “I don’t know yours, either. I’m Lance.”
Keith, the siren offers shyly.
“Keith,” His human - Lance - repeats, causing a shiver to run up his spine at the slow way it rolled over his tongue. “That’s a beautiful name. It suits you.”
Thank you. He blushes, biting his lip with sharp little teeth, weighing the next words he wanted to say. Can… Would it be okay if… May I kiss you?
Lance blinks, his cheeks heating and turning a shade darker. “I, uh- Yeah! Yes. You may. Please.”
The siren lets out an amused little chirrup, tipping his chin up. Lance smiles, flustered, and leans down, connecting their lips in a soft kiss. It was the best kiss either had ever experienced - and this was only the little siren’s first.
It wasn’t hard to decide that he wanted this human - tides, it wouldn’t be hard for anyone to decide to want this human. But there was an art to keeping one, and Keith had every intention to do just that. So as the sun set and as Lance kissed him until his lips were red and tender and his face matched, Keith was glad for all of this.
Maybe it was silly of them, to fall in love even with how different they were. But once you’re in love, it’s hard to simply walk - or in Keith’s case, swim - out of it. Besides, who would want to give up something as lovely as this?
Yes, Keith thinks to himself, around the third time Lance pulls him back into a devastatingly gentle kiss, remembering all the times he’d been lectured on the dangers of humans and snuck out to see them anyways. This was definitely worth the risk.