Oof, I'm Starving For Something Sweet

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The blaze hounds are testing my patience so hard

Like fuck off and leave my kids alone

“So.. would you like to sit with me?”

The man looked at her kindly, a faint smile appearing on his face.

A person could be seen sitting down on the park pavement down the road from you. She seemed to have a small but thoughtful expression on her face.

She wasn’t opposing any threat so far but.. yiu werent exactly sure who she was or what her intentions were.

Do you approach?

*Himiko notice a person who is sitting on the bench, so she skip that to meet that person

ALRIGHT YALL ASKED FOR THIS

I hope y’all enjoy itt! Also comment if I should turn this into a series haha-

As Katsuki strides towards the exit of the marbles round, the tears wouldn’t stop streaming. His lips wobbled and were bit to stop himself from speaking or wailing, one of the two more prompted than the other.

“Katsuki!”

He heard izuku’s voice ring out, the shakiness in it unmistakably noticeable. He stopped, not looking back as he took a few more unbearable breaths.

“Thank you.. for playing with me..”

Izuku muttered, a smile to his face as the tears ran down his face. He knew it would happen.. why wouldn’t it? He lost.

As katsuki started to walk he flinched at the gunshot. He took another shaky sigh before he continued walking.

Whaaaat? Noooo I’d be fiiine!

(Hides my stomach)

(reblog if you also need yur daily dose of tickles t-words!

or if yur touch-starved ;<)

*opens the door and walks inside up to the counter*

Hello, there, Can I please have some tea please?

(OOC: Thank you so much for the follow!)

Hm? Ah! You’re that newbie on the street I’ve heard so much about.

*I smiled at them politely as I nodded to them.*

Of course, any enemy of the blazehounds is a friend of mine. This one is on the house. For you.

Low-key tweaking....19/25 is insane

Clean Vers under cut....

CLEAN VERS

Hellooo everyone and this is the seventh fic of Christmas

(So sorry my timetable is screwed up)

Hope y’all enjoy!!

Credits: @call-me-copycat for this amazing idea! Give them follows they deserve pleaseee

It was a week before Christmas, 1-A went on a large shopping trip to prepare.

“Ok!” Mina yelled as she clapped her hands and continued, “iida placed me in charge so we can do this properly abd efficiently or whatever!! Split up, but anything and everything Christmas like!”

She looked around at the nods and cheers of her classmates and nodded, “LETS GO!” She yelled loudly as she dashed off with momo and jiro.

And so 1-A dissipated in every direction, nowhere wasn’t infested in the chaotic classmates:

Bakugou and Satou were looking at food and drinks, arguing over sweets and the proper seasoning of a turkey.

Uraraka, izuku, denki, hagakure and kirishima set out for presents. Squealing over all might stuff(mostly izuku) and discussing t-shirt sizes.

Mina, jirou, momo and sero were looking at wrapping paper and aesthetic for the tree and dorms (Mina sneaking in a few mistletoe and silly string).

Shoto and iida were busy babysitting the others(iida mostly) as they all split up to do their things.

Iida watching in confusion but shock nonetheless over tokoyami looking at notebooks and guitars(after the music at the festival he was convinced to try again.)

“I didn’t know you wanted to try playing a-“ iida muttered before going silent again over tokoyami raising a silencing finger and strumming a few notes, humming a long a tune. “After the festival I decided to take up the path of music after all..” his low voice sung out as he turned his beak to iida.

Shoto was busy looking at soba with Tsu, who was looking at a cookbook for her siblings or 1-A.

Shoto hummed, “you think I should get the easy cook soba or the microwaveable soba..?” Shoto questioned as Tsu just hummed.

“Honestly I’m not sure.. depends on how each taste.” Tsu sighed as she stared into her dual coloured friend’s eyes in boredom and acceptance.

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1-A left the mall satisfied, safe to say it was a success.

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Hope everyone enjoyed!!

Tickle Games

Headcanons I felt like writing, also inspired by that manga post. 

Air Tickle

Can be played by two people or in groups.

The players take turns ‘fake’-tickling each other by wiggling fingers near their tickle spots. The person who can stand it the longest without twitching, cringing or smiling - they have to stay as still as a statue - wins.

After everyone has had their turn they check who has the shortest time, that person is the loser.

Ofc the penalty for the loser is real tickling.

Bonus might be that they’ll get tickled as long as the winner managed to stay still.

7 Minutes 

Everyone probably knows 7 minutes in heaven, well ofc there can be a tickle version instead of kissing (to be played in friend groups). 

The players spin a bottle and first choose a lee, that person goes into the closet. The other players then spin again and the next person is the one to join the lee and will (try to) tickle them until the 7 minute counter finishes.

Ofc there are always some feared lers in a game like this, or characters like “Ahh phew it’s you~” only for them to turn out to be a brutal tickle monster.

There can be feared lees as well. If a dominant person gets to be the lee and a shy person to be the ler, that shy ler might be like “omfg guys no spin again, I can’t tickle them, they’ll probably be the one to tickle me in the end!”

Rules are rules though, so into the closet! 

Tickle-Tac-Toe

Two people play the common tic-tac-toe game but while one person has to think of their next move, the other will tickle their feet (or somewhere else).

Tic-tac-toe is a game that often ends in a draw, which means it will then continue with the two players taking turns tickling each other, until there is finally a winner.

Of course the tickles during the game are quite brief (unless someone gets really distracted and continues laughing and squirming for too long without playing their next move), so afterwards the winner can tickle the loser anywhere for a longer period.

To decide on the tickle penalty length they either randomly roll a number of seconds/minutes or they already agreed on a time before they started the game.

Hide & Shriek

Or Hide & Tickle! One of my faves hahaha and probably a trope that has been in fics before (I think I wrote it at least once or twice). 

The one who will do the searching is the ler, and the lee(s) go hide themselves. The lees know that once they are found they will be tickled, so the anticipation of hearing the ler search them and maybe say a few teases is to die for.

The lees are only allowed to choose one hiding place and have to remain there (no running!), so even when they hear other lees near them laugh and shriek, they have to stay where they are and await their doom.

If played with multiple people, the person who remains last is the winner; they won’t get tickled. They get to be the ler in the next round.

Yes/No

The ‘you can’t say yes/no’ classic but the tickle version, meaning that there is a series of questions person A asks person B and they are all tickle related.

“Are you Ticklish?” “Are your armpits ticklish?” “Do you want me to tickle your feet?” “Do you think you could win a tickle fight from me?” “Do you think feathers feel ticklish?” “Would you mind if I tickled you right now?”

Person B has to answer each question fast and is not allowed to say the words ‘yes’ or ‘no’, but on top of that is already giggling and totally flustered just by hearing those questions hahaha.

The person who lasts the longest wins the game and can tickle the loser!

Tickle Tag

Where Hide & Shriek is more like hide and don’t get caught by the ler, tickle tag is like: run, and don’t get caught by the ler! 

The game starts with only one ler and a group of lees.

When the fleeing lee(s) get tagged it gives them the status ‘caught’ and the ler’s tickle punishment is inevitable, it’s the rules. 

Those who got tickle-tagged cannot enter the game again and can enjoy the show from the side. One round lasts as long as the timer counts down, or until the last lee gets caught.

Everyone who does not get tagged and tickled will be the ler in the next round, so a majority of lers is a possibility. 

The game ends once all lees have been caught and turned into a ler, then it refreshes or they can rest hahaha.

Memory 

Ideally with two people; the lee gets tied up and blindfolded, and the ler can tickle them for 1 minute (or other random duration).

After the timer stops, the lee has to be able to name each tickle spot that was tickled in the correct order. If they are wrong the ler can go again until they get it right (or until the lee gets too tired rofl).

The ler either memorizes the exact spots in the right order, or already has their own list which they just follow (and the blindfolded lee can’t see) so for example ‘feet - belly - armpits - knees - belly button’. 

Some mean lers may cheat and tell the lee they are wrong when they got it right.

When the lee memorized it well and the ler plays fair, they can switch roles.

Four Dices

Everyone probably knows these sensual dices couples can use to play games, with body parts on them and ‘kiss/lick etc.’, well ofc there can be a tickle version.

The first dice has only 2 options: ‘Tickle’ or ‘Get tickled’ (or ‘ler/lee’).

The 2nd dice has multiple body parts on them, like ‘tummy’, ‘hips’, ‘neck’.

The 3rd dice will roll the method of tickling, so for example fingers, feather, raspberries and others.

The 4th dice will decide the time, from a mild 5 or 10 seconds to longer.

The two players take turns playing, and either roll all dices at once, or to build the anticipation they can first roll dices #2, #3 and #4 and then whe lee/ler one last, or any other preferred order one by one.

It’s purely a chance game so the possibility that one person only ends up as the ler/lee is there.

Tickle Bomb

Based on the well-known water bomb game. ‘The bomb’ is just a little note or paper on which two or more players write with feather-pens/quills. 

They set a timer randomly on x seconds, and take turns adding a tickle spot to the note, making a little ‘to tickle’ list. It’s not allowed to write the same spot twice.

They keep doing this very anticipating game until the timer stops and the person who was currently writing the note has ‘the bomb’ so it explodes and they get to be subjected to tickles in all the spots that were written down.

Some might try to bully others by writing their most ticklish spots, but it can backfire if they are ticklish there too.

The one who had the ‘exploded note’ can get tickled with the feathers they used as pens, or the lers just ditch them and use their fingers. 

Sorry for being gone for years! I’m back though!

Anyways here is villain!

Name: Shadow igichi natomako

Age: when they “died” around 17. 34

Quirk(s):

Detonate: Anything they touch they will be able to make explode on will, has a timer of how long they can do it- like a bomb.

Shapeshifter: can transform into a person although does need info (a picture or a quick description)

Description:

- before -

A slim, tall girl with long beautiful peach coloured hair, her skin was pale and dotted with freckles that covered all but her dark grey eyes and rosey lips. Around 4’11.

- after -

A muscly 7ft beast, usually wearing all black or military. Inside, a scarred face with two milky and whitened eyes with the same rosey lips. The freckles mostly scratched off as her scars ruined most of her face.

Backstory-

🔔TRIGGER WARNING!!🔔

Cannibalism

Gore

Abuse/ harm

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As a Young child, around the age of six Ichigi was a happy and quite shy girl. Always adorned by her fellow villagers in the village of Aogashima. A village that accepted “normal” people. When she gained her quirk of shapeshifting the village called her a monster, despised her. Her family, who used to see her as their pride and joy, were nothing short of humiliated. Embarrassed of their freak of a daughter. She was hit and abused, shove and forgotten, locked away and “lost” their keys.

One day was too far, she had finished an art piece of hers, a passion of hers. She loved to paint and test colours, adored it even. She walked home to find her art supplies destroyed and black art dotted around all over with stick people and other random doodles. It was clear her younger sister, anamori, had done something. She was only five at the time. Igichi was enraged and snapped at her sister, a petty argument breaking out as fists were drawn and insults were thrown. It was only when her mother came in to stop them did the fighting cease.

She was locked in her room with nothing but a pen and some paper to write an apology letter. Days had passed before she was freed and let go. Her parents got worse on her too, snide comments with small “playful” hits on the head. After that day she couldn’t handle it:

Igichi lay in her bed, staring at her hands as the hustle and bustle of the floor below rung quietly in her ears. She had the twitches again, ichigi’s father -futakuro- walked in and handed her food, a small sandwich with a salad and drink on the side. She looked up and stared at her father as she reached out to grab his hand.

Boom

That hand was gone in an instant, all that remained was blood and the bones scattered all over. The skin splattered against the wall as igichi flinched from her father’s otherworldly shriek, loud and pain consumed.. a dark satisfaction grew.. it sounded like music to her tiny child brain. She smiled down at him, a twisted sadistic grin. That was not igichi.. it was a dark shadow of what was once a sweet and innocent girl.

Futakuro fell to the floor, clutching his hand as it was a baby or an injured child as he tried shuffling away. Slowly shaking his head in fear, he mumbled, “What happened to you..?”

The little girl giggled, the giggling slowly ascending to laughter, slow and insane as she stared at the crumbled man infront of her. Ichigi slowly drifted forward, her whole body losing its sense as she reached her hand out, looking at the old man with a grin. The grin of a fed up girl.

Ichigi gently touched her father’s legs, tracing a finger up to his abdomen. Smiling that cold smile that her very father feared. Futakuro closed his eyes in feared anticipation as he laid in wait.. nothing. Silence filled the room, the only noise was her father’s heavy breathing and shaky whimpers. Ichigi’s father slowly opened his eyes, raising his furrowed eyebrows as he stared at his soon to be killer.

“Wh-what.. you- you ha-“ That was all Futakuro could mutter before a pained scream escaped his dry, bloodied lips. Blood splattered his torso as his stomach exploded, guts and blood flying around the room. Painting the room like some sort of sick canvas. She watched him, writhing around in pain as his breath slowed and distorted, like a broken VHS tape. Soon as she heard a door open ichigi’s face dropped, freezing as the clarity of her recent bloodlust hit her right on the head. Her eyes teared up, her hands felt numb, her lips and throat dryer than the desert.

Ichigi paused, looking around frantically for something- anything to help her. Desperate and fearful of the consequences she kneeled next to her father and dug into his stomach, tearing at the organs as her teeth crushed down what they could in desperation. The pounding of her heart and the feet running up the stairs sounding like drums in her ears as she chewed, more and more desperate.

What her mother saw was something out of a horror story: Ichigi sat over her dead father, bloody face with wide eyes as she chewed on his liver. Tears welled up as Ichigi saw her mother notice her.

“You monster..” She mumbled, slowly backing away from her sobbing daughter as she reached out to her. Her own mother backed away, groaning in disgust as she looked at her freak of a daughter. Ichigi cried and sobbed as she got up, stumbling and tripping over herself in her own hysteria. Accidentally grabbing the wall of the building and-

BANG!

Wood and debris fell onto the two, their screams mixing into a symphony of pain and suffering. The final thing she could hear was a whimper from her mother, her hand shakily pawing at the debris to try freeing herself, to get away from the freak of her daughter monster.

-

It took a couple weeks for Ichigi to wake up. That’s what the doctor said. The doctor… the girl looked up and around, it looked like.. a children’s hospital? I sat up straight, pausing at the feeling of a headache hitting her from all sides. The pain.. head to toe was unbearable. Ichigi clutched her aching head, the throbbing pain screaming in her ears as a man in a white coat walked in, a bushy moustache and comically large scientist glasses on full display as he observed the girl infront of her.

He sighed and nodded to her as he muttered, his voice gravelly and low, “You’re finally awake. Good.” He stared at her before writing something in a notebook. It was grey with beige pages and black lines.

“This could work.” He mumbled as he looked back at her calmly.

It took weeks, experiment after experiment, needle after needle before the fusion happened.

————

The fusion was with a teenage girl, no more than fifteen by her looks. She was tall and had curly red hair with caramel coloured skin. She looked asleep but Ichigi knew she wasn’t. A small stream of blood had dropped down her cheek, mixing in with the tears dotted around her pretty face.

They were both shoved into a two sided machine, metal chairs -like at death row electric chair- connected between two small spaced. The two rooms were pitch black. It felt like a fever dream being strapped to those machines, something out of a comic book.

——

Sirens slapped Ichigi awake, the loud blaring of the sirens and the glare of the ruby lights awakening her with ease. She awoke and stumbled out of a room.. it was different- or rather. She was different, Ichigi looked down to see how she grew.. how strange. She became taller, her luscious locks of hair disappeared into curly salmon coloured hair, the freckles tore off her face as the machine had singed her skin into the caramel colour of the other girl.

Ichigi looked around.. where was the girl? She looked to the doctor, who grinned at her, clapping his hands together in joy as he and a few other doctors watched. As she stumbled she clutched her head a splitting headache rang like an incessant bell.

The doctor strutted over, “welcome to the world nomu! From now on you’ll do as I say to the letter am I clear?”

No matter how hard she tried to scream and shout, kick or yell, her body ignored her, nodding like a zombified puppet as her eyes grew blank and tired.

Her body wasnt her own, it was a sick and twisted amalgamation of two misguided children, an experiment for other’s curiosity. That was all they were anymore.

“From now own you’ll be named shadow. Am I clear?”

“Yes sir.”

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End

Wahh that took so long to write I actually can’t ughhh- anyways I hope y’all enjoy and eat this up!!

@fusciaguardian

@weepingangel-1

@cometiez

Hope you enjoy- sorry for the wait!

Happy 17/18th or whenever I post this but it is kinda short/bad sooo hope y’all enjoy!!

It was a cold morning, cold as normal.. everything was normal. Or that’s what they thought..

The groans of 1-A could be heard from the entire building but the first thing that met their eyes wasn’t their dorms.

It was a grey stoned building with carpeted floors, the beds they slept in with pale grey bunk beds. They weren’t comfortable but not too noisy. The lights stared half assedly with the occasional flicker as the smell of sweat and.. blood, filled the room.

A few almost gagged, others got up and got scared at the change. This wasnt UA, but the question was.. where were they?

Suddenly a voice rang out, almost robotic but not quite human, “welcome to the games!! I hope you all like your accommodations because they were the best made!” It was an almost cheery reply, if not smug.

Bakugou scoffed, “yeah yeah what is this bullshit?! A quirk?!” The blonde yelled, looking up at the camera’s before the metallic voice replied.

“No, this is your home for a few weeks. There can only be one winner to the games, play well and may the cards be in your favour.” The robotic voice sang, the cameras moving as if the voice was walking with the class.

—

They were led into a dark grey chamber, with chairs that matched. They looked to be metal or iron with how they shone. The lights buzzed and hummed as the class walked in.

Was this a game..?

—-

That’s all folks! Wish them luck cause they’re gonna have fun!!

Hope you all enjoyed and part two is coming soon!