I'm Thorn/Anomaly/Prince, I'm an adult autistic genderqueer guy who mainly uses he/it/they pronouns. This is where I post and reblog selfshipping and fictional crush things.
Included in my f/os are Priest Entity Nada, Integra Hellsing and Cecil Stedman. I have other f/os as well, plus fictional family. However, I don't keep a full public list on here. I'm ficto and, although it's not always the case, for simplicity's sake it's easier to label myself nonsharing/selective sharing.
For 18+ orientated content see my sideblog @thornheated (minors please dni with that sideblog), my main blog is @thornheartless.
The userboxes below were made by myself. You can use the fae one with credit to my main blog but I'd prefer for other people to not use the Nada one at all.
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Why am I specifically into one fire motif guy and one water motif guy hello what. I just realised, do I need to make my jjba s/i themed around earth to balance the elements out or
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Hey this fucking sucks and I'm so tired. Of shit always happening. But. Tldr dog really sick and I need to take him to the emergency vet when I get off work tonight. I don't think waiting until his appointment Monday is a good idea since he was only five pounds to start and he's now eaten nothing since Wednesday afternoon. He's skin and bones.
Please prioritize people that need housing and meds. Im going to see if I can qualify for a personal loan from my bank maybe since I have slightly better credit than I used to but in the meantime (it's the weekend, I can't get to the bank til Tuesday because of my work schedule) if anyone would be kind enough to help me out in the since emergency vets are usually between 450-600$ when I've gone in the past, on TOP of the regular vet fees. I'd appreciate it immensely.
I'm in no way asking for the entirety of whatever expenses I may incur. Just anything to help soften the blow.
Between friends and what I myself have I got about $300 right now. I get off at five to run him into the vet. I have a 98$ hospital payment coming out in a few days that I can't touch that's gonna fuck everything up and I have to use my check Tuesday + an extra 290$ for my rent. That'll leave me nothing in my checking and I can only use about 60$ on my current credit card without tanking my credit.
Hey this fucking sucks and I'm so tired. Of shit always happening. But. Tldr dog really sick and I need to take him to the emergency vet when I get off work tonight. I don't think waiting until his appointment Monday is a good idea since he was only five pounds to start and he's now eaten nothing since Wednesday afternoon. He's skin and bones.
Please prioritize people that need housing and meds. Im going to see if I can qualify for a personal loan from my bank maybe since I have slightly better credit than I used to but in the meantime (it's the weekend, I can't get to the bank til Tuesday because of my work schedule) if anyone would be kind enough to help me out in the since emergency vets are usually between 450-600$ when I've gone in the past, on TOP of the regular vet fees. I'd appreciate it immensely.
I'm in no way asking for the entirety of whatever expenses I may incur. Just anything to help soften the blow.
Kate: "This is truly me... how I really am. I can tell you about how it happened, but it's a long story. And I'm sorry for lying to you all this time. I just... couldn't bear to be sent away again."
Narrator: *The Emperor's gaze meets yours, its pink eyes staring deep into your own. You glance down, not able to keep up with its staring, fearing what it would say... what it might do.*
The Emperor: "Your fear speaks to me, as one who once hid its true potential. But you do not need to fear me. I am not upset with you. Not in the slightest. Your form does not change how I feel about you."
Narrator: *It pauses just a moment, drawing a breath slowly, as if considering something...*
The Emperor: "And it is not something I was unaware of. Your disguise may work for your companions, but your thoughts gave you away oh so quickly, darling."
Narrator: *You stumble out a chuckle, feeling quite foolish. How did it never occur to you? It could read your thoughts so clearly, and yet you thought to hide yourself away.*
Narrator: *You never got a chance to reply before the illithid had drawn you closer, gently wrapping its tentacles around you. Its hands reached up, caressing your face... exploring the newfound feeling of fur rather than the scales it had grown used to. True to its word, the revelation of your true lycanthrope form had not swayed it. Not one bit.*
What about weather report x reader where the reader keeps giggling everytime he tries to talk to them because they're ticklish and his breath keeps tickling them?
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Every Breath You Take - Weather Report x Reader
A/N - Ughhh he's so fucking cute I wanna kiss his cheek right this second, he would be such a little asshole when he realises I swear... People do not give this man enough credit of being a lil prick if he wanted.. Thank youu so much 🍒 hehehe! I hope you enjoy it! <3
♡ Fluff ♡
Word Count - 1500
The thrum of the electricity running through wires irritates you as you flip to the next page of your book, your eyes scanning the page before sighing with a low complaint shot to the man in front of you as he stares up at the ceiling. You can't focus on the words when that constant buzz is driving you insane...
“Does it not annoy you?”
He doesn’t answer outside of a dismissive hum, his long pink hair fanning out against the hardwood floor and making him look like he’s in a modelling shoot rather than a prison.
“Narci… I asked you a question.”
“Yes, it annoys me, you get used to it… You’re friends with Jolyne, right?”
His answer is rushed and bored, the deep purple in his eyes catching the artificial lighting and glinting curiously when he turns his head to ask you about Jolyne… Again.
“I suppose so? I’m not going to trick her into something.”
“Why doesn’t she love me?”
Your heart aches at how genuinely distraught he sounds, his voice dripping with devastation when he whispers the question to you. You don’t answer for a few seconds as you try to make it sound as kind as you can bring yourself to make it. He might be jagged but you still don’t want to hurt him…
“Have you had an actual conversation with her? Maybe that would be a good start, instead of telling her you like her…”
“Love her.”
“Right, you love her. I get it… But maybe it’s just a little soon to tell her that...”
He seems to think about it for a moment, his head rolling back to face the ceiling with a dazed stare at the chipping plaster against the skirting board.
His fingers drum lightly against the bare skin on his stomach in thought before sitting up with a groan at the ache throbbing in his head. His eyes darting over to you when he finally speaks after what feels like minutes of sitting in a droning silence.
“I’ll make her fall for me, no matter how long it takes... But I'll try to just talk to her.”
“Good! Just don’t tell her you love her this time... Do you know where weather is?”
His brows raise slightly in amusement when he stands and glances down to you sitting on the couch, your book forgotten about on your lap through your hopeful question.
“Cute that you bring up love and immediately think of Weather… But he’ll be in his cell.”
“Shut up, Narci.”
“I could tell him to come here, you know?”
Your eyes snap back to him in a narrowed look of disbelief, he doesn’t just do things out of the kindness of his heart. He never has.
“What do you want in return?”
“Maybe you could… Ask Jolyne to give me a chance? That’s all I’m asking for! Just a chance to talk to me?”
He perks up immediately in hopeful pleading, his fingers tapping lightly against his thigh while he stares down through the small dramatic beg that falls from him.
“Deal, just… Don’t tell weather that I like him, you’re the only one who knows.”
“I’m not an asshole. It’s not mine to tell.”
His smile is deathly sweet, something most rarely get to see out of him. Genuine friendship through such a fucked up situation… But you’re thankful for his friendship nonetheless.
“Thank you, Ana… I’ll tell her when I see her next, I promise.”
“I know.”
He doesn’t say another word before he steps out of the ghost room without even a glance back at you, it’s not meant to be rude, nor dismissive, just… Anasui.
The slow ticking of the clock is your only distraction from the irritating hum of the lights above you, your head tingling from the rhythmic click of the electricity looping through the mains; you barely get the chance to move to the switch and shut them off when the room shudders and you're left standing awkwardly facing your crush.
But at least you don’t have to go find him, but you wonder if Anasui did really send him here… And if so, what did he say?
Your mouth opens to greet him for a split second before his hand reaches out almost lazily to flick the lights off, drowning the room into darkness for a moment until the lamps turn on; the soft orange is nearly romantic the way it flickers across his skin and catches the deep oceanic blue in his eyes.
“Thank you…”
You don’t realise just how close he’s gotten to you in the few seconds of dimmed light until he leans in, his breath ghosting across your throat and tearing a small giggle from you before you can bite it back. The look on his face is pure confusion, his brows furrowing mid sentence when your laughing cuts him off.
“You’re welcome, you know you could have… Why are you laughing?”
“Sorry! Please, keep going… I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
You can feel the heat licking at your cheeks as the blush settles heavily against you, your eyes catching his before darting away in a small embarrassment; god, this is not how you wanted this to go…
“Did I say something funny?”
Another light breath tickles your skin as you cover your mouth, clearing your throat quickly before you step away and answer his now suspicious stare down at you.
“Not at all, Weather… It’s just, hey!”
Your voice breaks into a laugh when he blows a testing cold puff of air at your warm flesh, your hand immediately pushing him away with a grin when he straightens up. You can see the thoughts connecting in his mind as he realises that you’re reacting to his breath against you, and it keeps making you laugh… But he would never abuse it, he’s always so kind and sweet… Right?
You should have known from the glint in his eyes alone that he had no intention of letting you go. His fingers catch your shoulder to keep you exactly where he wants within a second, leaning way too close to be seen as anything but evil when his lips brush just underneath your ear.
“Are you ticklish?”
The feeling of hot air coiling against your skin makes you jerk in shock, his whisper low and playful in your ear while he torments you; you can barely stop the giggle that bubbles into your throat, your chest rising and falling in sharp rapid breaths under his gentle torture.
“No I’m not… You’re just seeing things.”
“What did you want to tell me?”
The air tightens around your throat as you let out a staggered exhale, his fingers slipping from your shoulder when he leans just a few inches away, his head tilting while he waits for you to reply to the question you don’t particularly know the answer to.
“I… Didn’t?”
“Narciso told me you wanted to speak to me.”
That fucking asshole… Your mind reels quickly when the words sink into you, desperately clawing for anything you can say to him before he realises that something is wrong; not that your wide eyed panic doesn’t immediately tell him anyway.
His lips twitch slightly upwards when he takes in your fluster, your cheeks flushing a deep pink even under the soft golden glow of the lamp behind you; your mouth opens quickly to answer before your reply is choked into a sweet laugh.
His breath caresses your skin slowly with another deep exhale, purposeful and teasing before he continues onto the last whispered comment.
“Am I making you nervous?”
“No! I just… Stop doing that, Weather!”
Your fingers nudge his chest with a shaky laugh and earning a playful smile from him, his eyes softening sweetly as he steps away and moves to sink into the couch instead of tormenting you further, choosing to instead watch the fluster simmering under your skin.
“I don’t know why he’d say that…”
The couch dips slightly under your weight when you settle by his side, noticing immediately that he shifts to sit closer to you under the guise of picking up the book you were reading before he came in.
“Read to me?”
Your breathing hitches when the air traces across your lips, his eyes lidded when he presses the book into your hand, his face too close to yours to not be intentional… You regret ever talking to Anasui about him... What the fuck did he say?
“You want me to…”
“Yes. Read it to me, I like listening to you.”
You can’t focus on the light tickle that his breath leaves against you when his nose brushes yours, his eyes fluttering closed as if he’s going to lean in and press his lips to yours… You shouldn’t want him to; you shouldn’t want to chase him first... Does he want you to?
You don’t get the chance to chastise yourself when he pulls away with a faint smirk, his gaze dragging across your flushed skin before leaning his shoulder against yours with a small pleased hum.
His fingers lazily nudge yours to open the book before his hand falls into your lap, resting over your thigh with a small squeeze that you both know doesn’t seem exactly friendly anymore.
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Hello selfshipper, i would like to play a game. Infront of you is your f/o, you must- Wait. Wait i havent finished yet. Stop trying to run to them i havent finished
If you have a parental f/o, please know that they will always come to pick you up when you ask. No matter how late, no matter how far, no matter the circumstances: they will always bring you home.
Whether you live together or live apart, whether they know you were out or you kept it a secret, whether this is planned or sudden, no matter what you've been doing or where you've been... all they ask is where you are, and they'll be there. Without fail, without question, every time.
Whilst you travel home, they make sure you're comfortable: they'll bring snacks and drinks if they suspect you might not have had anything in a while, lend you a towel if it's been raining, or a soft, warm blanket if it's been cold. They hand you any accommodations you might need to help stay calm or relieve pain, and they're always ready with items or stim toys they know bring you comfort.
They make the journey back as comforting and restful as they can, and after some practice, they seem to do it without even thinking about it—being considerate with you seems to come as easily as breathing, and it's painfully, wonderfully obvious how much they think about your needs through their actions.
Your parent always takes the time to talk if you want, too: if something bad has happened or they find you in tears, they softly ask what happened as they pick you up, drawing you into a hug if you want one. They're happy for you to take all the time you need to simply be with them before you start to make your way home.
If it's been a fun outing, they're thrilled to hear about it: you notice out of the corner of your eye that they're smiling whilst you talk, fondness softening their features even whilst they focus on getting you both home.
Either way, they cherish the time they get to learn about how you're doing, uplifting you in every way they know how.
And if you don't want to talk about it? That's okay too. They're happy to fill the time with how their own day went or travel back in peaceful silence. It's comfortable, easy, and their comforting, steady presence settles over you like a blanket.
When you get home, they're happy help you get back inside and make sure you're comfortable, even if you don't live together. They'll make sure you've had something to eat, get the chance to change into something cosy, and will stay with you as long as you want their company. They love getting to spend the extra time with you, no matter the circumstances.
You are worth the effort, every time. Knowing that you're comfortable enough to ask them for help when you need it—even when it's just getting a quick trip home—leaves them brimming with pride. Knowing you're back home safe and sound means more to them than words can say.
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As much as I love the "Hizashi Yamada is Hard of Hearing/Hizashi Yamada is Deaf" headcanon, especially for how it's contrived from most of the fandom wanting to see heroes with powerful quirks be forced to live with the consequences of using said quirk, I still think it's essential to note that two things can exist at once.
After all, Hizashi is shown at various points to have super hearing. He also seems to own some form of echolocation in his arsenal as well!
Having him calculate the exact amount of distance based off what he'd heard alone is, without any visual cues to boot, is, dare I say it, absolutely another form of badassery.
Now don't get me wrong, I still do enjoy me some deaf Mic fics here and there, of course; hell, I've written for this trope a ton myself; but I do definitely dip into the "Hizashi Yamada is great at hearing" cesspool.
(HEY hey heyy! Let's be a bit mindful of what we say in the comments! A nice commenter gently reminded me that some of the stuff said in the comments below can be taken differently as to how you might've meant it originally.)
I will add that, at least for me as a disabled person, part of my motivation of depicting Hizashi as d/Deaf is because it's so rare to see a fandom so collectively comfortable depicting someone as anything other than able-bodied. The MHA fandom certainly has strong issues with ableism (which I could get into, but isn't really relevant to this post), and I think that holds true even in the way some people depict that headcanon of Hizashi, but the fact it exists at all is incredibly remarkable.
In my own art, I exclusively depict Hizashi as deaf. It's important to my understanding and interpretation of his character, and a pretty fleshed out aspect of how I write him. But it's not really a moral failing of anyone to choose to follow the canonical depiction of his hearing. He is, according to the actual writing of the MHA universe, remarkably good at hearing. The fact I and other fandom-goers disregard that doesn't change that and it shouldn't really affect you as an individual from being able to depict him as hearing.
I'm noticing some comments that feel almost vitriolic to the commonality of the headcanon, and it's important to remember that on no level are you actually being pressured to add to the headcanon if you don't feel comfortable doing so. And if someone is telling you that you're wrong for depicting him otherwise they are incredibly stupid. But also that acting as though this is affecting your ability to engage with the fandom is also stupid. If you don't like it, you don't have to read or view depictions of Hizashi, or any other character, where you feel the headcanon is in conflict with your interpretation of them. Hizashi being d/Deaf hurts nobody.
I think you stated it incredibly well by pointing about both things can coexist. I am, however, a remarkably crazy talker who will take any chance I get to step onto my soap box. Certainly I wish I saw more depictions of Hizashi that followed this canon hearing depiction, in the sense that I think it is underutilized as a potential plot point or aspect of his character. Then again, I'm generally of the opinion that Hizashi is always underutilized in MHA depictions.
