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Caregiver Kirishima
Maybe it's just my love for Kirishima and him being a giant comfort character for me but I see Kirishima as being a great caregiver for an age regressor. I don't see a ton of HC's about him being a caregiver, more just him as a little, so I might add some.
First of all, he would really enjoy cuddles probably.
Scared of hurting/scaring you
Loves protecting his little
When X comes to him saying they're a little he's a bit confused at first but thinks it's so manly that they both trust him and have found a good coping mechanism
Probably tries to figure out how to help X be little
(Please don't be mad or anything about this. It's just what I think he would be like as a CG. Tell me if I should add more)
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Marlo
TW: Suicide, christianity, self harm
The next day Adora looks over the guardian requests and she notices one for a trans man. Adora remembers trans being someone who was born as the wrong gender, they face a lot of harassment for finding their true selves. It seems like the paper has been waiting for someone for a while. Without a second thought, Adora grabs the page reading it through.
“Job Wanted Posted XxXx Female Trans Name(s): Macey, Marlo Suffers from body dysphoria, depression, suicidal ideation Upper level”
It’s an upper-level job but no one has taken it. There are plenty of upper-level angels, actually, there are not a lot of lower-level angels as it’s rare for someone to decide to become one and continue pass training. Adora is certain that she will be allowed the job since no other angels have taken it so far.
Walking up to Alice to have the role checked she skimmed it and denied her.
“What?!?” Adora said shocked.
“This job is for upper angels Adora, you can’t handle it,”
“I can I swear. And no one else is taking it! This person needs help.” Adora begs.
“You can’t jump into big projects before you’re ready. It will just lead to failure. If you want I can push her to priority but-” Alice continues dismissively but Adora cuts her off.
“Her? They go by him? Will the other angels even help if they don’t respect his decisions?” Adora scolds her eye glowing fiercely.
Alice looks up from the sheet, seemingly sizing Adora up. “If this mission fails?”
“It won’t fail, I promise,” Adora says.
“But if you do fail, you will take a year off, and have to write a report on why you don’t haggle jobs along with your jobs report,” Alice says writing down her approval.
“Yes ma’am,” Adora says smiling.
She’s given the job location and sets off. Adora was shocked to find a large home and her target person had long brown hair. He was wearing some pyjama pants and a tank top that flattened his mid-sized chest, a binder. His arms were covered with red scars, self-inflicted she’s sure.
Well, Adora can see the first solution, he has to cut his hair. Why is it so long? Adora looks around the room and sees a pair of scissors lying on the floor. His room is messy too, she could probably help him with that too. Adora has the scissors glint catch Marlo’s eye and he looks over from his crouch on the bed.
Grabbing the scissors he turns it back and forth in his hands. Listening close to outside his room Adora can tell he’s thinking hard. She smiles excited about his transformation but before she can think he begins cutting open the scars on his arm.
“NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” she yells out holding onto his arms.
He feels a slight warmth but nothing else continuing, letting the blood drip down his skin. Adora panics turning Marlo’s attention to the first aid kit underneath his bed. He sighs softly setting the scissors down before cleaning up the cuts.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen. You were supposed to cut your hair. Your hair!” she screams worried watching him intently.
Marlo lays back down on his bed covering his face. He huffs and pulls off his binder stretching his ribs and arms. “Shitty day, shitty body,” he mutters before lying down and falling asleep.
Asleep? How can he fall asleep at a time like this? He just sliced open his skin and he’s acting like nothing happened? Adora is so confused, but she decides to look at his past and relationships a bit more while he sleeps.
He has a dad. No mom, she died when he was young and was a church girl. His father is a church person too, high belief in Christianity. Marlo has yet to tell his dad about being trans, his name, or his pronouns but he uses them online. Marlo has a couple of friends online, they’re a bit unstable as well though and not always available. He’s in his final year of high school at least but Adora doesn’t think that will be the end of her mission this time.
How should she approach this case? It’s a lot harder than last time, naturally as it’s for upper-level angels. His haircut was supposed to help him but that didn’t work out. She took a peek inside his closet to see many blouses and dresses. More masculine clothes would help out too but how could he get them? Well either way Marlo was sleeping in filth and needed some serious help cleaning his room.
Angels can’t do much-moving things around, less humans will get suspicious, so she begins little by little. Things that would be hard to notice if you weren’t a master memoriser. Adora also brings in one of his dad’s shirts, lying on the closet floor among many other clothes.
In the morning Marlo gets up groaning and stretching. He looks down at the floor, barely less cluttered than before filling him with dread. Heading to the closet he grabs the first thing, a navy blue dress. Adora watches confused as Marlo changes into the blue dress rather than the shirt on the floor but she has no time to think as Marlo is already leaving the room.
She hurries after him down the stairs and into the kitchen. It was nice and full, big and bright. He grabs a granola bar and his backpack leaving the house in a hurry. Balancing the granola bar in his mouth and the backpack on his shoulder Marlo pulls out a big black hoody pulling it on.
Adora smiles, this hides his figure a lot more than that dress, and it hides his arms. It must be a favourite if it’s in his backpack she guesses. Marlo waits down the street with some other students keeping his head down. They must be waiting for the bus, Adora scans the crowd of students and surrounding houses. The neighbourhood was good, full of nice houses and kids who mind their own business.
The bus arrives and at school, Adora notices that Marlo hasn’t told anyone he’s trans. He meets up with two friends once off the bus, a girl named Lynne and a boy named Olive. They’re twins.
“Macey, how are you? I can’t believe the amount of homework they saddled us with!” Lynne shouts over as he walks to the two.
“I’m fine, I’m just tired, I was up working it all night,” he hums out.
“I know right, I wanna get out and live my life! I’m a senior now I’m supposed to be going out and having fun not staying in all night with homework!” she responds ecstatic to have her friend now. Lynne is a standard pretty, she has long blonde hair she puts up in a high ponytail. She has bright green eyes that beam with her even brighter smile.
“You’re a senior in high school, not college, chill out. You still have plenty of time to have fun and party,” said her fraternal twin Olive. Olive’s hair, though blonde had a dirtier tint to it. His green eyes were bright but kind and not as intimidating.
Lynne rolls her eyes and sits down chatting with Marlo until the first bell rings. Marlo and Olive head to Science for their first class. Adora watches and listens closely towards the other students when Marlo takes his seat. There are no outward remarks that stand out to her right away.
Later on, after lunch with Lynne and Olive, Marlo goes to PE. He enters the ladies' locker room and Adora follows. After taking off the hoodie Adora notices snickering behind Marlo. He grits his teeth and finishes changing out as fast as he can.
“Why would she mutilate herself like that? Bless her heart,” one of the girls says from the locker room before Adora allows out Marlo.
“Stupid girls, stupid school, stupid life,” Marlo mutters under his breath starting the laps. He wraps his arms around his chest tightly trying to his the scars somewhat, though it was useless.
The rest of the school day went by with little to say: some snide remarks here and there but nothing like with Theo. Before going inside Marlo takes off his hoody shoving it back into his backpack.
Adora hasn’t given up, she’s certain she’ll be able to find a way to help Marlo. Some of the girls at his school have short hair, like really short hair, She wonders if it’s possible to give Marlo one of those. How to get him a short haircut was the problem though, he can’t cut his hair, and she can’t do it herself without repercussions.
Days pass as Adora follows Marlo around. She tries her best to help him out, lying around magazines with short haircuts. That caused him to get yelled at by his father. Having him reach out to his online friends, helped a bit but Marlo can’t rely on online friends only. Bringing out his binder more, bruised his ribs.
Adora was at her wit’s end trying to figure out what to do. Nearly every night Marlo is self-harming and Adora is struggling to keep him safe. At home, Marlo was often alone or being yelled at by his father. At school, Marlo is being teased by other girls. His school friends provide support too but Marlo has started distancing himself from them no matter how much Adora tries to guide him towards them.
“You okay Macey?” Lynne asks. “You’ve seemed far away lately,”
Marlo winces hearing that name. “Yeah I’m fine, I’ve just been thinking a lot recently,”
“Well, you can tell us anything! We’ll always be your friend,” Lynne responded gently grasping onto Marlo’s hand.
Adora smiles bright hoping Marlo tells them. She emits energy to help the twins feel Maro needs support.
“If you need help, we’ll be here too. You don’t have to suffer silently.” Oliver adds.
Marlo mulls over his thoughts as Adora encourages him to share. “You’d stay my friend no matter what?”
“Of course, I mean unless you’re a killer or something,” Lynne giggles.
“Even if it goes against your religion,” Marlo mutters.
“What do you mean? We go to church together! What are you talking about,” Lynne asks.
Marlo fidgets avoiding eye contact. The twins watch glancing at each other for a second. Adora has seen what amazing friends Lynne and Oliver are just throughout these past few days and lays her hand on Marlo’s shoulder for comfort. “I think…no, I know. I know I’m trans. I’m a boy,” he says quickly forming the words.
Lynne and Oliver stared at him for a second before uncomfortably shifting in their seats. “Are you sure, I mean, we’ve all had thoughts like that before. I think you’re just having a test from God.” Oliver says.
“Oh yeah, totally, it’s just a test! You’ll grow out of it soon with enough faith Macey don’t worry. We can do a prayer group together if you want.” Lynne adds smiling brightly.
Marlo stays silent before shaking his head. “Oh thanks, I’ll be fine,” he says before getting up and leaving the table.
Adora is shocked staring at the twins. How could they say it was a test, God does not make tests like these. She quickly follows Marlo going to his next class silently. She tries comforting him but it seems to be pointless.
The rest of the day Marlo can’t stop fidgeting. He’s picking at his hoodie, at his skin, his hair. He’s looking back and forth between people. Adora has a bad feeling but doesn’t know how to stop it. On the way home, Marlo is quick to leave the bus and run inside.
He doesn’t take his hoodie like usual before going to his room. Pulling out his phone he messages his online friends a small ‘i love you’ before tossing his phone down.
“God please forgive me for I have sinned,” Marlo begins speaking grabbing his scissors.
“No no no! You’ve done good! You’ve done good Marlo” Adora cries out grabbing his hand.
A sigh escaped his lips continuing his prayer, “if this is a test I’m sorry for failing. I’m sorry for sinning, I’m sorry for not believing,” Marlo begins cutting up his arm opening scars and losing blood.
“No! Marlo no, please! Don’t do this!”
Falling to his knees Marlo takes the scissors to his hair. He cuts it shakily right underneath his ear. Blood is smeared and stained on his skin and hair. Marlo smiles into the mirror slicing open his neck, crying, as he waits for his last breath.
“Marlo please,” Adora cries holding onto him, holding him close. “You’re such a nice boy. You don’t deserve this. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I failed you. I’m sorry,” she sobs and gasps petting his new short hair as it becomes crusty.
Marlo’s spirit stands from his body as he looks down. "Who are you?"
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Kirishima Birthday Date
CW: Gender-neutral reader, Reader's birthday, "Pebble" & other nicknames
A/n: happy birthday to me for another 10 minutes. Enjoy this short fic
The music plays loudly through the kitchen speaker as Kirishima grabs the ingredients for the cupcakes out of the cabinet. His beautiful partner dances along humming grabbing some eggs from the fridge and placing them in a small bowl so they can get up to room temperature.
"Pebble, this is going to be the best birthday ever! I'll make sure of it!" Kirishima beams.
"You said that last year too," the birthday partner hums.
"And I delivered didn't I?" he hums.
"Of course, you always do," they respond Eskimo kissing him.
Kirishima and y/n begin whisking the dry ingredients together and then adding the wet.
"It looks so good already!" Y/n beams.
"you always have had a magic touch when it comes to baking," their boyfriend comments swiping his finger into the batter licking it off. "Tastes great,"
"Hey!" Y/n giggles batting his hand away again, "that has raw egg and flour dorkus. You could get sick,"
"Could," Kiri hums.
Rolling their eyes y/n fills up the cupcake tins placing them in the oven.
"Hey Google, set a timer for 18 minutes," Kirishima calls out. The timer sets and the two clean up.
"Hey, baby~" Kirishima calls out.
"Yes, my love," y/n giggles back.
"I love you. Happy birthday to you~, happy birthday to you," he begins singing.
Y/n laughs gently at him kissing the sturdy hero. "So silly"
The cupcakes finish cooling and being frosted. Y/n and Kirishima grab one each eating them at the dining table.
"Did you have a good birthday?" Kirishima questions.
"Best one yet, all thanks to you my big strong love," y/n responds happily eating the cupcake.
I got into Junko again finally and took photos with her hammer
Happy birthday to me. Here's my OC Adora's Debut
Meeting Xander
Trigger warnings: Christianity, queer harassment
Xander Character sheet: Age at death - XX XXX-XXX
Xander used to be Alexander, but he’s a disgrace. He’s a fallen angel, a fallen cupid. But he’s not bad. He just didn’t agree. Xander spends his days roaming the human world, watching it evolve. He’s been here watching them evolve for centuries now, he hasn’t kept count. He watched them evolve before though too, when he worked for God. When he was a Cupid, an angel of love.
Xander kept up with the human trends, he kept a lustful outfit with reds and black. A shaggy wolf cut ending around his shoulder of black hair and pink strands framing his face. When he was hidden in his angel form his wings were out, large and white with rainbow hearts on the tip of the feathers. They were worn and rough from his fall. His eyes are a soft pink like aphrodisiacs, and a third eye is placed on top of his forehead, scarred, that sees relationships and futures. A special power only a few have when born, and it cannot be taken away. Xander often spends nights among humans in nightclubs with his wings hidden and his third eye closed in order to keep an eye on his community and to keep them safe.
All other powers were stripped from him when he fell. When he disgraced God. When he asked too many questions. But what else was he supposed to do when he continued to see the mistreatment of people they made? The people they made, the people who are harmed because of the people they love in the name of God. In the name of sin. Is it fair to let these people continue this abuse against queers because they believe it’s wrong? Because they believe they should pass the judgment of God?
Xander brought these concerns to God, wanting to help the people he truly feels his work is devoted to. God ignored his concerns though, he gave humans free will and they shall do as they please with it. They will have their judgement come soon enough. He couldn’t let it go though. Xander took all the queer jobs and worked hard, bending rules, to keep them safe and happy.
Word got around and Xander lost his bow. God offered retraining to keep his job but he broke. Xander broke and yelled.
“How can you allow them to do this? It’s disgusting, and to sit back and allow people to harm someone else just because of free will makes you a lousy ruler. Their judgement day may come but someone needs to protect the queers, you made them how they are. What happened to love thy neighbour? Don’t you love all your children the same? How can you let them die, how can you let them be abused and assaulted and murdered because of how you made them!” Xander yelled shaking with rage.
God did not take that well and banished Xander taking his powers and throwing him to Earth. He didn’t mind though, he spent his time wandering and watching his people. Watching the lovers. Helping them when he could such as protests and keeping gay bars safe.
Xander was in his hidden form on a bench watching people walk by smiling softly. The fight is still going but in America, the place where he mostly resides, gay marriage is legalized. There’s much more to do still but it’s better than before.
Out of the corner of his eye, Xander sees some wings. He hasn’t talked with another angel since he was banished. Xander looked over and recognized her as one of the new guardian angels, he couldn’t remember her name and never bothered to pay attention to God’s workers now. He has no respect for God anymore but many of their workers have no idea what they do and believe.
“Hello, uhm I don’t think I’ve met you before?” she says.
“Probably not, I don’t work for God. I’m fallen.” Xander says watching her curiously.
“Fallen? You used to be an angel?”
“Yes, I used to be a cupid. Not anymore. They didn’t like how I saw things. How I did things”
“You did things differently?”, Adora crinkles her brows. Of course, she had heard of fallen angels and how they were cursed because they did things differently. It was a lesson in her schooling. It was rare though, the main one being Satan whose name was not allowed to be spoken. It’s taboo to talk about any fallen angel.
“Of course, I want to protect people. They didn’t care about the effects their followers had on others. ‘Oh they’ll get their punishment when their time comes’ they said. I think it’s bullshit,” Xander rants.
“What effects I’ve been having some trouble with the other angels. They won’t explain some things to me. I’ve noticed how tensions here have been high, because of the gays. I was wondering if you knew what that was about. No one else will tell me,” Adora explains softly, hoping to finally understand all the hostility going around,
“Some Christians,” he responds drawing out the word as though it was poison in his mouth, “believe that people in the LGBT community are against God. And they decide to take it into their own hands by killing and torturing them,”
Adora’s wings puff in surprise at that statement. Her eyes well up with tears, only her left eye visible. A bright golden colour left her distressed as she silently cried thinking about all the people lost to hatred.
“Well, we have to do something, right? Surely-”
“They won’t do anything” he cuts her off. “You shouldn’t try, you’ll fall too,”
“But that’s not right! They’re being hurt, they’re being killed!”
“I know. But God won’t do anything and if you get in their way, and break their rules you’ll pay for it,” Xander responds sternly. He looks at the new angel and his gaze softens. She truly wants to help it seems, but he can’t trust her until she proves herself.
Adora huffs wiping the dried tears off her face and flies back to her dorm. Her head hurts with conflict. Everything he has said matches up. And everything she has read and known shows that fallen angels are bad, and they say and do bad things against God, but is that the case?
Adora scrambles to the bookcase grabbing everything she can find that might give her answers. She spends hours reading them, looking for any clue on what to believe, what’s right or wrong in this situation. How to help. Anything!
Adora falls asleep in her pile of books leaving her roommates to find her, curious and concerned. They recognised one of the books on fallen angels and hoped she had not begun talking to him. When somebody asks too many questions only bad things can happen, that is the lesson many angels have learned. They hope Adora will learn it soon too.
If I was in Hazbin Hotel
Why is it so healing to put myself insert through things in Hazbin Hotel? Meeting characters and such it's so helpful like genuinely. I personally think that if I were in Hell all the worst traits of me would be amplified. That means I would be more likely to lash out and seclude myself. not trust others, and use others as self-harm. That being said I think I would love the hotel because it's like therapy and I really progress with therapy. So My demon self-insert has three main features, a broken horn, leaking arms (I don't know whether I like red or black more), and my knee poking out. these relate to problems of my own both physical and mental. Meeting the characters in Hazbin would be interesting because it would be hard for me to trust them at first naturally. Especially characters like Angel and Husk who are often shown with alcohol.
Firstly meeting Charlie I think I would be taken aback by her bright and cheerful personality but I would overall enjoy it. I would join the hotel quickly after meeting her but I would often not join meetings during seclusion periods.
I would watch the other characters so I could understand them and not feel blindsided. Just imagining going through the hotel and slowly making progress and becoming friends with everyone is really healing. Thanks for listening to the rat. :>
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