#SCYTHE BULLYING…..

[ask-ivory-periastron]

oh pardon me! I am Ivory Periastron, the one who’s keeping.. or TRYING to keep up the order I have managed to create here! It was quite entertaining watching the fall of your little.. cult… unfortunately I wasn’t able to catch that god awful broker.. (her pristine white, cat-like tail gives a twitch in annoyance at her own comment about Broker, seems like he’s giving her a lot of trouble…)

Why hello Scythe, it’s been a while since I last saw you. For someone as infamous as you, I expected more fire-… at least you fulfilled the promise of not going down easily- oh how’s the cult by the way? If there’s even anything left of it-… (w..what does that.. mean?…)

((If you’re confused about the au I do have a post that leads to the tag on my main blog!!))

"...who in tarnation are ya? And what are ya talkin' 'bout?"

[scythetherifle]

My friend doesn't like you, he says you're a mindless psychopathic animal who feeds off the weak and helpless. He also calls me stupid for thinking you are cool, and hit me on the head. I think you're super cool and amazing though. The other scythe threatened to beat him and he nearly did cause he was being an ass and- (gossip)

--Claws

He can hate me all ‘e wants! It don’t bother me one bit. What’s that one sayin’ about sticks ‘nd stones? Hah, nothin’ can hurt me!

He don’t sound like much of a friend if he’s callin’ ya stupid ‘n beatin’ ya. Have ya ever considered that? You know how t’ handle yerself! You know what yer gettin’ yerself into with bein’ a fan o’ my work. It sounds t’ me like he don’t trust ya.

[silkekruse]

Pspspsp ya'll, i made a PJO self-insert!! Hehe Thanatos kid go nyooom in my mind cause i can rototato potato myself as the child of the god of Death hehehe

(Ignore the hands, this was done out of my head-)

[pancakesnake-exe]

I do agree that it is absolutely badass however I like to try out all sorts of weapons and the scythe is one of the most frustrating to actually use. Let me explain why. In my experience I used one with a plain handle, not a scythe handle like on normal non-combat scythes btw. Anyways, you obviously can’t use a forward attack, you’ll hit them with a flat round edge. Despite how it seems, you can’t slash either because you hit them with the flat part too, since the curve makes the blade point to the handle. The awkward placement of the blade makes the effective range significantly shorter than it looks. To hurt someone with it, you have 3 options: First, have them on the inside of the blade, VERY close to you, which isn’t safe for you. Second, go for a stab with the tip, which is more annoying than it sounds because of the curve. Third, turn the scythe around and try to beat them with the blunt end(or if you’re lucky, a little sharp pick or spike is on the other side of the handle). This is honestly the best option as the pick end or blunt end can use the scythe itself as a weight. Congrats! You’ve invented a more inconvenient war pick/battleaxe! Or what if you say, “get rid of the curve” well congrats! You’ve made a half bladed and much more inconvenient battleaxe-war pick hybrid thing! You can make it much more viable by rotating the blade 90 degrees. Congrats! You made a glaive!

Its cool, but its one of the shittiest “weapons”(it’s a farming tool) ever to use.

"scythes are impractical as a weapon" ok but does anything else have the Cunt. i think not

[wandering-pirate]

Mouthwashing Crew Headcanon

Congratulations! You're now the Tulpar Crew's Unwilling Therapist

Why? How? Everyone's a mess and they need you, so stop questioning >:(

One fortunate 2 AM morning, you were raiding a snack stash. Whose was it? You're here to eat not think

And while shamelessly munching on a yogurt coated oatbar like a man lapping his last meal on death row, the door hissed opened

You straight-up started choking to death, trying to secretly Heimlich yourself, and when you finally dislodged the oatgrain having it shot out your mouth and landing 3 ft. away from the couch, you looked up...

There’s Daisuke. Full-on ugly crying. Like he’s the one who almost got scythed by death

Daisuke so damn cheery 24/7 you were half-convinced his cheeks were sewn to back of his head. But now? Yeah, no. The guy’s face is doing this wet sad puppy thing, and honestly, you kinda miss the creepy sewn-on grin

"Y/NNN~"

Shit, it's his stash! You were ready to half-ass a reason to pin this to Swansea but he grabbed your collars and sobs on you neck

"Is it normal to cry on a wrench? Y/N, Boss gave that to me, it's like my cute little puppy. Except, y’know, it gives me nosebleeds when I’m tightening nuts on the ceiling."

Alright, at this point, the oatbar's been reduced to ashes and dreams, the hell is going on?

The door hissed again, and now you were scrambling, the position Daisuke trapped you in right now can get you a free hundred-day subscription for merciless bullying

"It's not what it lo--"

"Hey Y/N, is the kid finished?"

"Wha-- you mean Dai?"

"Yeah, if he's done then you gotta hear me out now. What's the worst thing someone said behind my back?"

Ok right now, your brain's all question marks. 'Cause a sobbing grown ass man is snotting on your neck and another's asking like he's some prep girl needing to beat someone up over some petty rumor

"No-none that I've heard of..."

"What!? No one's talking about me?? That's even worse!"

Somehow, you manage to wrangle these overgrown manchildren, putting them both to bed after they’ve successfully obliterated your snack time

Daisuke, of course, is still clinging to your arm like a teddy bear, overly needing reassurance

After that? Life... it wasn’t the same

The captain received some valuable intel from a certain co-pilot then starts stopping you at the lounge when you relieved yourself at midnight

“Y/N... do you think I’m a good captain?”

It's 1 am

"Well, no one's mutinied yet, so... yeah, you're probably fine."

"Of course! The absence of rebellion is the mark of true leadership! Y/N, you're a genius! I've been looking at this all wrong!"

You watched Curly skipping - SKIPPING - to his sleeping quarters after patting you in the head

The respect you had for Anya skyrocketed, and once being alone with with the nurse you asked her

"Hey, how'd you deal with all the crap with those rascals?"

She looked at you blanked, then you were unexpectedly given a fromt row seat to Anya's hidden and horrifying side

"I CAN'T! ONE MORE "CAN I EAT EXPIRED SPACE FOODS" QUESTION FROM DAISUKE, I'M RAVAGING THAT GUN FROM THE COCKPIT AND PU--"

"Hey hey hey, Anya, calm down, love!"

"IT'S THE 17TH TIME THIS MONTH, Y/N! SEVENTEENTH!"

After what felt like an eternity of inhale-exhale simon says with the nurse (for her, but mostly for you), her breathing finally slowed down. Thank the stars for that

"How'd you do it Y/N? Every time they ask useless nonsense or dump very emotionally overwhelming things... you send them off calm! It's witchcraft, I swear."

"Honestly, I'm as clueless as you nurse. But you've got too much on your plate, lemme handle this. I've got two ears and infinite tolerance."

"Infinite tolerance? You? The same person who chased Daisuke down for 5 minutes just for a yogurt cup?"

"Hey, that was the last cup and were still 200 days away fro--alright. Just trust me Anya, I got this."

Y'all laughed about the outburst, but you're secretly terrified of her now (respectfully, of course)

One day, you were helping the grumpy mechanic and the man's acting weirdly cryptic

“Why can’t people just…? Ugh, forget it.”

Finally, after handing him a screwdriver for the third time, his grumblings axed a huge ass crack in your patience

“Alright, Swans. What’s eating you? You’re gonna blow a gasket at this rate, and I don’t mean the ship’s.”

The man got two choices, save his non-existent high pride or just release it all

“It’s nothin’. Just Jimboy's been stickin’ his nose where it doesn’t belong, Cap’s stressin’ over somethin’ again, and Daisuke-- Why can’t they just… leave me outta it?”

Ah, he chose wisely. and you weren't gonna tease him for it (not yet, he's gotta pay for stealing your dinner twice)

“Maybe it’s because they think you’re reliable.”

The gruff old man had the nerve to squint at you, you can see it through your trusty side-eye (it made your eyeballs hurt)

"Me? Reliable? Bullshit. 'M just keepin’ this old horse from fallin’ apart.”

“'xactly. You keep the ship together, so... maybe... they figured you can keep them together too.”

This gotta break the record for Swansea's longest silence ever, no snorts, no sighs, no scoffs

The mechanic processed that like you just revealed the meaning of life and sprinkled some fairy dust on his dirty blond head (at least the color's just named dirty unlike jimmy's actual dirty ass hai--)

“Hmph. That’s dumb.”

Your eyes woulda twitched if it weren't for his shoulders relaxing and a small smirk on the mans perma-wrinkled face, you were about to leave when you heard a small mumble

“...Thanks. For the help. Or… whatever the hell that was.”

Men and their pride, however you gave him a pass and grinned

“Anytime, Teddy Bear."

Most days, you could never even breathe oxygen in peace

For the first time, you eyed Polle with a jealous-fueled burning gaze. All it does was blast you with warnings, and you don't even have to do anything! Just breathe in its general direction and you've rewarded yourself with "SAFETY'S A PRIORITY!"

Meanwhile, you’re over here, literally tweaking and that damn horse was living its best, noise-polluting and noise-free life

Eventually, they started dragging you into these "group venting sessions," basically just everyone talking over each other until it’s less of a calm-headed, adult and mature discussion and more of a competition to see who can throw the best threat (Anya surprisingly won thrice)

Until you bang your trusty pot and spoon,

“ONE AT A FUCKING TIME!”

a/n: this is what my rotting, sleep deprived, caffeine overdosed brain produced, hope y'all like it :,D

[milksnake-tea]

━━ duty calls.

Created around the same time and having trained with one another, you and Casper have always butted heads. You'd compete over seemingly anything - how many souls one could reap, the days one could go without catching soul sickness, and the list goes on. Casper has always found you to be obnoxious, but when he sees you crying by yourself, he finds himself torn.

grim x gn!reaper!reader

contains: fluff, hurt/comfort, set before the main storyline, reader is NOT the mc, brief mentions of child death, USAGE OF GRIM'S REAL NAME, reader is a little shit

word count: 4.2k

a/n: FORGIVE ME IF THE WORLDBUILDING IS OFF I WAS TRYING MY BEST and ive only done one ending oops (finals hurts okay :((( ) also ... im not sure if reapers names are classified just to mortals and not other reapers but ykw imma take my liberties

"Seriously, do you ever get tired?"

Casper groaned irritatedly, running a hand through his snow-like hair. Blood like rust coated his scythe, spoils from his most recent hunt. The corpse still lay fresh in front of him, but their skin was cold and their eyes dead.

Boisterous laughter erupted above him. Sitting on the balcony of some person’s apartment, you grinned down at him - that infuriating, shit-eating grin that never failed to tick him off.

You kicked your legs childishly as you leaned back over the railing. Nestled against the crook of your arm was a scythe similar to his own, save for the more detailed design and color palette. Unlike him, you would constantly say, you liked to live a little.

Bold words coming from a bringer of death.

“Don’t blame me for you being slow,” you called down to him. Casper rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he glared up at you.

“I am not ‘slow’,” he grumbled. “You’re too eager. And get down from there, you’ll be spotted.”

You tilted your head. “It’s like, 3 A.M. What kind of idiot’s gonna be awake at this hour?”

“You’d be surprised. Humans will do anything but take care of themselves.”

“I guess,” you sighed, jumping down. You twirled your scythe absentmindedly, Casper leaning back to avoid getting hacked to pieces.

“Be careful with that,” he scolded. You, of course, ignored him.

“So are these the last of the guys?” you wondered, kicking at a corpse with your foot.

The alleyway was practically lined with bodies, so many that management had called upon both you and Casper to deal with the remnants of the massacre. Gang fights were a pain to deal with, second only to pandemics and war.

“It would seem so.” Casper gave you a look, to which you responded by sticking out your tongue. You were very mature, after all.

You stretched thankfully, rolling out your shoulder. “Thank God, I was starting to get depressed from all the dead people.”

“If you’re getting depressed from just this, perhaps you should consider a different career choice.”

“Nah.” You smiled. “If I left, who would I bully? You’d get all sad and lonely without me.”

“Hardly,” Casper scoffed. “If anything, I’d be relieved.”

“You wound me.”

“Good.”

“So mean,” you pouted. Casper paid you no attention, as per usual. It didn’t matter, though, since you immediately perked back up. “Hey, boo?”

“I told you not to call me that.”

“I have an idea.” And just like that, your cheshire grin returned. Casper sighed, already beginning to walk off.

“How wonderful,” he said sarcastically. “Share it with someone else.”

“Uh-uh, no.” As quick as a flash, your scythe was out, the blade curving in front of Casper to prevent his escape. “This one’s good, I swear.”

“Your definition of what is and isn’t a good idea needs some desperate fixing.” Still, he made no move to escape, instead turning around to face you.

“Let’s race.”

Casper raised a brow. “Race?”

You nodded eagerly, your eyes shining like jewels. In the darkness of the alleyway, the two of you were illuminated only by the neon blue lights of the city. Yet, as that same blue was captured in your eyes, Casper was reminded of a kaleidoscope, changing and turning in a multitude of different colors.

It was… captivating.

“If I win, you have to buy me a drink.” 

Casper snapped out of his daze, a light flush blooming across his fair skin. Thankfully, though, you didn’t seem to notice, too entranced by another one of your ridiculous competitions. Seriously, there had to be a limit to how unprofessional you could be.

“You assume I have the time to buy you one,” he said with faux calmness, grateful for the night’s shadows hiding his complexion. You huffed.

“You could do it while you’re rebalancing yourself,” you said, as though it was obvious. “Besides, it doesn’t have to be anything big, just a coffee or a tea would be nice.”

“Fine, let’s say I stoop down to your level and agree to this… race,” said Casper. “What do I get if I win?”

You shrugged. “Then I'll just buy you a drink.”

Casper shook his head. “I’m not like you. I don’t drink on the job.”

“But you do cuddle an axolotl plushie when you sleep,” you pointed out. Instantly, Casper flushed red.

“Wha- What does that have to do with anything?!” he protested.

"I just thought about it randomly," you shrugged. "But seriously, that thing is huge, where did you get it?"

“Never mind how I got it," Casper crossed his arms and averted his eyes, his bottom lip turning up in a pout. “We’re getting off track.”

“Oh, so now you care about my games,” you teased. “Anyways, on how I’ll reward you…”

You spun your scythe back to your side, tapping its staff against the ground as you thought of a fitting reward.

“Oh! How about this?” You snapped your fingers, a figurative light bulb lighting up next to you. “You get to cash in one favor from me.”

“Any favor?” A smirk creeped onto Casper’s face, his interest finally piqued. “That’s a dangerous game you’re playing, [Name].”

“As long as it’s within reason and isn’t embarrassing,” you snapped, crossing your arms. “If you make me kiss your feet or something like that, I’ll kick your ass.”

“Of course,�� Casper chuckled knowingly. “So, where to and when are we racing?”

“Hey, if you weren’t paying attention to the rules, then that's your fault. As for when the race starts, how about… now.”

“Wha- Hey!” Casper barely dodged as you shot past him in a blur of black. Hooking your scythe into the walls, you stuck out your tongue at him as you propelled yourself through the night.

“So long, Casp!”

Casper cursed under his breath. Quickly, he made haste to follow you. He flew through the air like a bird, twisting around light poles, skyscrapers, and billboards alike.

You weren’t as elegant, instead jumping from building to building like a modern superhero. You’d catapult yourself through the sky using your scythe as leverage, your laughter echoing in the slumbering city - free like the wind.

Casper didn’t have to follow you long to know where you were heading towards. Invisible to the mortal eye, yet painfully obvious to the eyes of reapers, was an entrance to the Underworld, a whirlpool of black and red that led straight down to your home.

As you launched yourself into the air once again, Casper came up next to you, his hair billowing in the cold night wind like smoke.

“Nice of you to join me,” you teased, elbowing him in the side. Casper rolled his eyes once again, speeding up. “Hey!”

Smoky tendrils of crimson and ink curled around your figures as the two of you neared the portal. The center of the whirlpool was a void seemingly leading to the abyss itself, but you’ve worked in this job long enough to know just what lay beneath.

True to his character, Casper wasted no time and shot straight into the thick of it. You, on the other hand, were a little more dramatic with your landing.

You spun in a backflip off of the last of the skyscrapers before letting gravity take you for a ride. Wind whistled past your ears as you fell, yet all you could hear was the rapid thump of your own heart. Adrenaline filled your veins. Soon, black and red lined your vision as the Underworld engulfed you.

The second you saw the tips of red-stained towers, you flipped yourself to face the ground. Closer and closer, you could practically taste it. If you delayed any longer, your life as a grim reaper could end prematurely.

Like the eyes of a devil, your pupils glowed in delight, activating your abilities. But rather than slowing your descent, you sped it up, shooting towards the ground like a missile.

Black blobs, the fuzzy images of your coworkers, scrambled to move out of your way. Turning your body, you landed hard on your heels, narrowly missing a fellow reaper.

For a moment, all you could see was dust. Before the clouds could disappear, you shook off the sting in your ankles and stretched.

“Woo!” you cheered, kicking your leg. “That’s what I’m talking about!”

“Quiet down.” Casper grabbed your shoulder and pulled you back. “Honestly, is there ever a quiet moment with you?”

You giggled. “Boo, you’ve known me long enough to know the answer to that. Oh, by the way, I’m craving some-”

“Hold it.” Casper bonked your head. “I only agreed to buy you something if you won.”

“Didn’t I?”

“No you didn’t,” Casper retorted. “Anyone with working eyes could see that I reached the ground before you did. Therefore, I won.”

“Uh, no.” You crossed your arms. “Are you gaslighting me? You’re gaslighting me. That's not very nice of you, Casp.”

“I am not gaslighting you.” Your white-haired coworker rolled his eyes. “As grim reapers, we cannot lie. Someone of your caliber should know this.”

You blinked innocently. “Did you just compliment me?”

Casper spluttered. “What in the world made you come to that conclusion?”

Taking a step forward, you leaned towards the reaper, a cheeky smile growing on your face. “You said ‘Someone of your caliber’. That means you think I’m capable.”

“You’d have to be a special kind of stupid to be incompetent after working as a reaper for so long,” Casper crossed his arms, fighting down the blush rising onto his cheeks. You were close, way too close. “Then again, I wouldn’t be surprised, seeing as how that was the only thing you heard from what I said.”

Heaving a sigh, he pushed you away with his finger.

“But don’t distract yourself from the fact that I won the race,” he said, a smug smirk replacing his exasperation.

“I was honestly trying to forget.”

Casper huffed, a pout forming on his lips. But the moment wouldn’t last long, as a ding sounded from both of your phones. When you checked it, you groaned when you saw a notification of unexpected emergency.

“Seriously?” you complained. “Overtime? Did a bunch of reapers die off or something? My soul’s going to get tainted at this rate.”

“Don’t complain.” Casper nudged you, but even you could see the irritation on his face. “It’s our job as reapers to reap souls on time, no matter what.”

“I guess. Still doesn’t make it any less annoying.”

“Agreed.” With a sigh, Casper summoned his scythe. “I must be off, now. See you on the other side, [Name].”

As he made his way back to the opening of the portal, his feet lifting off from the ground, a gloved hand reached out to grasp your chin. Gently, he guided you to look at him as he ascended.

“I look forward to cashing in on that favor.”

━

For as long as you could remember, things have always been this way.

Your earliest memory was of waking up to the crimson skies of the Underworld. Unaware and unknowing, you allowed yourself to be dragged around by older reapers, their voices blurring together in a droning buzz. Everything had gone by so quickly, and you struggled to keep up with it all.

If you were to say it bluntly, your first day felt like a fever dream.

But amidst the chaos, the tutorials, and the gifting of your first scythe, there was one thing that you remembered clearly.

“...Snow.”

Your mentor’s lecture halted at your voice, barely audible. They followed your gaze to a white-haired man, looking to be around the same age as you. Like a drowsy child, you lifted your finger and pointed at him, looking back to your mentor.

“He’s like snow.”

Their eyes softened by the tiniest bit, having seemingly realized that you were still disorientated. After all, in a sense, you had just been born.

“I suppose he is.” Putting a hand on your shoulder, they guided you away from the man. “Now, as I was saying…”

Their voice faded away into the background as the white-haired man noticed your gaze. He turned to look at you, his ruby-like eyes like blood speckles against the winter landscape. You stared at each other for only a few seconds before you turned to follow your mentor.

You quickly forgot the pretty stranger, but you would stay in his memories for quite a while before you’d cross paths again. In the darkness of the Underworld, you were like a lantern - radiating warmth and familiarity.

You were beautiful, like a flower in summer. That was, until he met you for the second time.

Swiftly and ruthlessly, holding true to your occupation as a reaper, you cut apart any premonitions he had had about you. When you were put against him to spar by your mentors, the drowsiness had worn off - instead replaced by insufferable audacity.

As your scythes clashed, sparks flying between the two of you and burning him in the process, your mouth just wouldn’t stop moving, stop talking. The innocently sleepy look on your face was replaced with a shit-eating grin as you blocked his attacks, trapping him in a frenzied dance.

“What’s wrong, boo?” you laughed, twirling your scythe to drive him back. “Don’t tell me you’re getting tired already.”

Casper’s eyebrow twitched at the nickname; you wouldn’t stop calling him that ever since you learned his real name. He didn’t understand where it came from, but just the way you said it was enough to annoy him.

“Hardly,” he scoffed, his boots kicking up dust as they skidded against the ground. He was quick to lunge back at you, his movements precise as he swung his blade. “If anything, I’d wager that you’re the one tiring out.”

“Ha!” You ducked under his attack and sprung forward, Casper’s hair tickling at your face as you came nose to nose with him. Startled, Casper had no time to react as you slammed the end of your scythe’s staff into his chest.

Before he knew it, Casper’s back was against the ground, your boot on his chest, and your scythe at his neck.

Your breaths were heavy as you looked down on him, but your eyes glowed with triumphant victory. The fight may have been more exhausting than you’d like to admit, but the view you had was well worth the effort.

Beneath you, Casper struggled to catch his own breath, his chest heaving under the soles of your foot. His white hair splayed around him like a halo, and his face was tickled pink from the fight.

Even in defeat, he was beautiful.

You leaned forward, putting your weight on your knee. Casper grunted as you pressed harder on him. Just for the fun of it, you pressed your scythe’s blade against his chin and guided him to look up at you and your grin.

“I win,” you sang mockingly.

Casper groaned, letting his head fall against the floor. You laughed heartily, stepping off of him and instead extending your hand to him. Without a second thought, Casper took it, allowing you to pull him to his feet and dust him off.

“That’s what, victory number twenty-one?” you asked, stretching. “That means I’m in the lead now, Casp.”

“Whatever,” Casper scoffed, dusting off his chest where your foot had been. “I’m sure the score will even out in no time.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you squinted at him. Casper stuck his tongue out at you.

“I don’t know, what does it mean?”

You hit his chest playfully. Casper grunted, glaring at you from the corner of his eye.

That’s how it had always been, after all. You and Casper would go back and forth in this tantalizing dance, exchanging jabs and jokes at the same time. 

To Casper, you were insufferable, but annoyingly capable. To you, Casper was way too serious and stuck up, yet had that charm about him that made you want to tease him at every possible opportunity.

But for many, many years, your relationship never went further than mere friends - if Casper even wanted to call you that.

━

The day Casper’s view of you changed was like a stormy sky - dark, yet light still managed to peek through.

You’d come back to headquarters with a solemn look upon your face. For someone who had just come back from a mission, you were oddly… clean. There wasn’t a trace of blood on your clothes, yet your eyes were dark, haunted. Even your scythe’s shine seemed dull.

For the reapers, to have someone normally so loud and full of life be reduced to this, was frightening. They’d grown used to your smile, your voice, your light. You parted crowds with your uncharacteristically serious aura; if there was anything a sensible reaper feared, it was the wrath of a joyous soul.

Immediately after turning in your report to headquarters, you disappeared from the public eye.

When Casper first heard the news, he had brushed it off. You were probably just having a bad day, he tried to assure himself. Maybe you’d finally realized the grimness that came with your profession. Maybe the soul you’d reaped was especially troublesome and gave you a run for your money.

Despite his attempts to make up explanations for your behavior, he couldn’t stop the worry from gnawing at his heart. It twisted in his chest like soul sickness, an ailment that he wasn’t used to nor did he understand. It even followed him into his work, plaguing his mind and distracting him as he reaped soul after soul.

He’d made haste to return home, knowing that this illness would only worsen if he stayed out.

The Underworld was always dark, but that day, the sky was pitch black. Eager to return to the comfort of his bed, he quickly made his way to one of the many apartment complexes in which reapers resided.

However, just before he opened the door to his room, his hand stilled at the sound of crying.

Now, sadness wasn’t an uncommon emotion in the Underworld. Ghosts, sinners, and demons alike wailed and screamed their woes into the night. Their cries were as common as the sound of rushing cars in a human city.

But not for reapers, especially in their home. Reapers, at their core, were cold, emotionless, and ruthless - they needed to be, in order to do their jobs properly. A reaper’s tears were rare, almost taboo.

The more Casper listened, he soon recognized a familiar voice among those sniffles: yours.

Could it be? He looked up to the rooftop, his hand wavering. His soul pulsed in his chest, warning him to ignore you and focus on himself. But his heart argued back.

Casper glanced once more at the doorknob to his room. Cursing himself, he heaved a sigh and walked away - moving towards the staircase leading to the rooftop.

As he emerged onto the rooftop, the first thing he noticed was how clear the sky was. Its crimson blanket was more like that of a rose’s rather than bloodstains, and if he squinted, he could perhaps delude himself into seeing a few stars.

Then came you.

Casper’s heart plummeted in his chest when he saw your form curled into itself. You sat at the edge of the rooftop, your knees pulled up to your chest and your face buried in your arms. Your back was to him, but Casper saw the way your shoulders trembled.

He tried to take a step towards you, tried to reach to you with his hand, but hesitated. What would he even say? What could he say? What could he do?

His thoughts halted when you took a deep, shuddered breath, your voice raw from cry.

“What do you want, Casper.”

Casper. Not Casp, not boo, not any of the annoying nicknames that you called him by.

“I…”

He stepped back, feeling fear for perhaps the first time in his life. For the first time, he was unsure of what to do.

You couldn’t see him, but you heard him walk away and descend the staircase. You laughed hollowly, wiping at your face with your hand.

“What was I even expecting…” you muttered bitterly, gripping at your own arms for support. “Why would he of all people…”

You shut your eyes tighter. Without the company of the sky and the city, you were left alone with your thoughts. Memories of what you had witnessed laughed in your mind, latching onto you like a parasite and refusing to let go.

You were never afraid of blood, nor of death, but today, just the thought of it made you nauseous.

Something soft nudged at your elbow. Blinking your eyes open, you warily looked to your side.

However, instead of seeing a person, you came face to face with a bright pink axolotl plushie.

You and the plushie stared at each other for a good minute, neither of you knowing what to make of the other. It wasn’t until you heard a familiar, exasperated sigh from behind the plushie that you realized what it was.

“Don’t just stare at him,” Casper mumbled, pushing the plushie against you. You blinked owlishly, before hesitantly taking the plushie into your arms.

Hugging it against your chest, you rested your chin on top of its head. The plushie was oddly warm, yet comforting. Casper sat beside you, silent and gazing up towards the sky. For a while, the two of you simply sat in this silence, with the only thing breaking it being your quiet sniffles.

“...She was just a kid,” you finally spoke, catching Casper’s attention and making him look at you. You, however, kept your gaze straight ahead to the city lines, refusing to meet his gaze. “She was just a little girl, and yet they… they…”

You hugged the plushie a little tighter.

“I just can’t understand how humans can be so cruel to each other.”

Casper’s gaze turned downcast. “That’s how they’ve always been. Life is cruel, even to the purest of souls.”

“It’s not fair.”

“Hardly anything is.”

“It shouldn’t have been her. It should’ve been that bastard that murdered her.”

“He’ll get what he deserves. Karma will catch up to him.”

“But what if it doesn’t? What if he gets let off?”

“He won’t.”

Unexpectedly, you let out a snort at Casper’s deadpanned voice - so assured and serious. Casper raised a brow, looking at you inquisitively.

“You know,” you said, raising your head. “You’re somehow really bad and really good at comforting people.”

“What?” Casper wrinkled his nose. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” you said softly. “I didn’t mean it as an insult. Actually, that’s one of the things I like about you.”

“That I’m apparently a bad comforter?”

“No, silly.” You leaned your head on the plushie again, only this time you were looking at your coworker. “Your seriousness. How you’re always so confident in yourself. How even if you don’t know what you’re doing, you still try.”

Red bloomed across Casper’s face like a flowering blossom, reaching from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. He rubbed the back of his neck, averting his gaze.

“It’s not fair when you start saying things like that,” he mumbled. You giggled a little, leaning onto his shoulder with his plushie still in your arms.

“I’m just being honest,” you hummed. “Or maybe I’m coping. I dunno.”

Casper chuckled, but made no move to push you off him. You closed your eyes. The turmoil in your heart was still there, of course, but with Casper against you, it eased up just a little.

“Seriously though, thank you,” you said. “For coming up here for me and, well, everything.”

“It was nothing,” Casper replied. “You were looking pretty pathetic, all depressed and all.”

You huffed. “Just admit you care about me, Casp. Is that so hard?”

Casper grumbled something unintelligible, before lifting his arm. You squeaked as he wrapped it around your shoulders, pulling you closer against him. With your head laid against his collarbone, you could feel every breath he took as well as the rapid beat of his heart.

“[Name],” he said quietly. “Remember the favor you promised me? For winning the race?”

“Mm… yeah. What about it?”

“I’d like to cash it in right now.”

“Oh lord,” you chuckled. “Alright, what do you want?”

“Whatever happens next, don’t tell anyone,” Casper whispered.

Your lips curled into a smile. “You know, Casp, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were about to do something weird.”

You couldn’t see him, but you knew he was rolling his eyes.

“Be quiet for a moment, will you?”

You grinned. “Ah, but that’s two favors, not-”

Casper shut you up with a soft kiss to your head. It was brief, so quick that for a second you almost thought you had dreamed it.

In your stunned silence, Casper spoke again.

“Forgive me if I’m being greedy, but I’ll ask for a third favor,” he said. “No matter what happens, promise me you won’t deal with it by yourself.”

His grip around you tightened.

“Please.”

You nuzzled closer into the crook of his neck.

“...I promise.”

reblogs w comments are appreciated !!

[ultravi0lence14]

BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN

DEAN WINCHESTER X DEMON!READER

WARNINGS: angst, before dean and lil monster got together, bloody chaos

SUMMARY: little monster is new to the bunker, new to living with sam and dean. all she wants to do is show dean she is not a bad person, but the eldest won’t budge.

WC: 889

LITTLE MONSTER’S CABINET OF CURIOSITIES

dean sighs, his hands balling into fists as he hears the annoyingly loud classical music blaring from your room. why did sam allow you to stay with them? why did he allow you to buy that freakish gramophone from the thrift store, along with dusty old records of soundless tunes that were fit for a gothic waltz.

you were weird, probably the most freaky person dean had ever come in contact with. he knew a lot of demons — hell, he’s killed a lot of demons, but you were. . . different.

he wanted to kill you, badly did he want to drive the demon killing blade into your chest. but something deep inside of him wouldn’t allow it. and it was pissing him off because you were pissing him off.

the bug obsession was just gross; always coming inside with new insects inside of jars, curating them to put into shadow boxes. it was disturbing, and dean had to shield his eyes whenever he reluctantly went into your room.

your room was a enigma that dean didn’t even want to interrupt. all the bugs, dead animal bones (he hopes), jars filled with trophies you took from supernatural creatures you killed; it was all so morbid, and dean saw enough death in his life to have a room in his home dedicated to it.

he was expecting you to turn on him and sam, a ploy that was ready to swing into full motion at any moment. you were the first angel turned demon for christ’s sake, lucifer’s second hand when he battled michael. why should he and his brother trust that you wouldn’t turn on them.

the pleading and forced explanations were getting tiring. you tried to explain to dean that lucifer had manipulated you, throwing you away when you weren’t needed and turning you into a demon for punishment. you tried to make him believe you were bullied in hell, that your bloodlust came from years of demons and death picking on you and making you believe you were nothing. it was so laughable, dean didn’t even listen anymore.

today had been dean’s final straw; he’d been cleaning his gun in his room, getting ready for a demon hunt a couple towns away when you knocked on his door. the distinctive knock you refused to let up rang through his ears, eliciting an eye roll from dean as he got up from his bed. when he swung his door open, a scowl on his face, he saw you standing in the threshold expectantly, a tiny music box perched in your palms as you stared up at him through your lashes.

the look on your face was mesmerizing, your hair falling down your back in long ebony waves. the long black sleeve shirt mixed with a black skirt had dean believing you were death itself, a beacon that grew rot and decay around them.

looking down at the item in your palms, he noticed that the music box had intricate designs on it. small butterflies and wilting flowers decorated the brass sides, a string of ivy going around the lid. it was beautiful, and dean couldn’t help but let his scowl let up.

“what’s that, little freak?” dean grit out, his hands gripping onto the doorframe as he noticed the mud caked on your knees.

pushing your hair behind your ear, dean got front row views to your razor sharp jaw, a line like the grim reapers scythe. “i was at the thrift store and found this, thought you’d like it.” you muttered, sock clad feet knocking against each other as dean’s stare penetrated your blackened soul. “i didn’t recognize the song that played, but it sounded like something you’d like.”

carefully taking it out of your hands, dean opened the box to hear a soft, yet piercing melody burst into his ears. it truly was beautiful, and he couldn’t find it in himself to hate you for thinking about him when you saw this.

“thanks.” he murmured, turning to place the item on his dresser. “now go get ready for the hunt, need that blood fein to come out and play tonight, little freak.”

you just nodded, mouth parting with words on your tongue before dean slammed the door in your face. he didn’t want you to see the turmoil in his eyes, the way he couldn’t justify hating you anymore.

dean couldn’t find all those hobbies you had disgusting anymore. the bugs were something he affiliated with you, a gross yet endearing tendency that dean realized he never really hated. the animal bones were also very you, alongside all your trophies which dean realized symbolized your loyalty to his and sam’s cause. you were killing supernatural creatures, not working with them.

and when the demon they were hunting solidified your story of being lucifer’s protege, a laughingstock in hell that got bullied for not being full angel, dean couldn’t help but slashing the vile creatures throat with his demon blade, watching as life drained from their eyes and blood filled with yours.

there were more demons left, and dean watched with awe and confusion as you slaughtered them all. dean didn’t know what the feeling he felt was, but he valued you like the bride of frankenstein; a beautiful and dark woman who loved destruction.

god, dean was screwed.

TAGS: @titsout4jackles @starzify @floralscented @deansbeer @bluemerakis @figthoughts @haunteres @foolinthera1n @deanangel

NAT BABBLES: another head canon post is in order bc bree and i cannot stop brainstorming prompts for our little monster!!

[pr0v1t4]

...hi phighting au community.. me and my friends have a new contribution (time to get bullied)

PHIGHTING! ACTOR AU

basically if phighting was just a tv series and the phighters are all actors playing the characters

by the way, the gear = name mechanism is part of the tv script. the demons in this au are gearless and have human names

cast + extra info under the cut

CAST:

LOST TEMPLE: sword/joseph, medkit/david, scythe/sue ellen, broker/rodney

PLAYGROUND: skateboard/kai, boombox/josh, coil/jayden

THIEVES' DEN: vinestaff/julia, shuriken/corey, slingshot/aiden, katana/kenneth

BLACKROCK: subspace/alex, hyperlaser/allen

(note: biografts are played by multiple actors)

MISC: zuka/neil, rocket/asher, banhammer/dante

SFOTH: firebrand/jean paul, darkheart/steve, windforce/edith, ghostwalker/lucian,venomshank/luther, icedagger/timothy, illumina/charles

CHARACTER INFO:

alex and david are best friends off set. in a blooper take, alex accidentally poked david's actual eye when filming the subspace and medkit eye scene. he repeatedly apologised to david and gave him an ice pack

joseph is an introvert that happened to get the role of an extroverted protagonist. he is sometimes overwhelmed by the amount of attention he recieves and finds it slightly pressuring to do his role

kenneth and neil are actual fathers with children back home. due to this, they tend to look after the younger actors in the studio and watch over them

they picked an actual hornless person to play hyperlaser. allen had his horns removed when he was a teen for medical reasons

they also picked an armless person to play zuka. however, rocket and scythe's prosthetics are just props attached to their actual arm

alex is one of the sweetest people ever even with his role as a self centered mad scientist

kenneth is a metalhead and a fan of hard rock, whereas allen likes 50s-60s hits and soft rock

kenneth uses a lot of modern slang, and people are surprised at how different he is from his role as katana. he was mainly picked for his physique

dante and sue ellen act a lot like their respective characters. they are very happy with their roles

julia, aiden and corey joke about kenneth being their other dad

unlike rocket and sword's friendship, joseph and asher have slight beef with each other off set due to joe having to take multiple takes of the same clip because of his struggle to play an extrovert. he was mainly picked for his identical appearance to sword

allen lets the others try out his helmet. it's really stuffy with it on, they often have to retake a longer clip multiple times since he starts fanning himself within barely five minutes. he also struggles a lot to keep a straight face, you can hear stifled laughter in his lines, especially when he has to say something comedic as hyperlaser

ppleas dont bulli.....

[milkcookiekin]

jealous phighters! (aka them dealing with creepy people)

subspace - would most likely try to kidnap them and experiment on them, because he’s psychotic.

“maybe you’ll think twice next time before doing that.”

katana - trusts you and is very reasonable, but when they’re not, he just takes you away for a drink. (doesn’t have to be alcoholic)

“shhh, you’re ok now, dearest.”

hyperlaser - would likely make them his next target

“I don’t care if it’s not a part of the job.”

vine staff - emotionally manipulates and “bullies” them into leaving you alone.

“you seriously think you’re worthy of them?”

banhammer - very extra about it, more so than shuriken and boombox are. he’s practically growling angrily at them like he’s about to tear their head off.

“BACK THE FUCK UP, BITCH.”

scythe - very upfront about the fact that she’s your wife, and if they don’t leave you alone, she’ll kill them, it’s as simple as that.

“it’s out of self-defense darlin’, don’t worry about it.”

medkit - is very calm about it, holds your hand to reassure you and let you know you’re safe.

“are they bothering you, my beloved?”

[justaz]

ur right percy would so bitch to drew

Ever since posting that, I have seen so much more Drew appreciation and defense and I’m so happy but I’m on my knees for Drew and Percy fics 🙏🙏 please they’d be so mean and hot together 😫

Anyways I’m gonna respond with headcanons because this is my post and I can - and yes they are all over the place and not chronological what do you want from me

Drew came to camp during the SOM and was claimed before Percy got there. She saw him getting picked on for having a cyclops as a brother and then him pouting about it by the lake and she called him a loser and bullied him until he bullied her back and she was like. Yeah. He’s my friend now.

Shes used to people treating her differently because she’s pretty, she sees right through the pretty privilege and hates having fake friends who just want to hang around the pretty girl - especially guys who just want her for her looks. So she’s mean and cruel to see if people will be like “ur being a bitch” or if they just let her do her thing because she’s pretty

When Percy was mean back to her it like won him some points with her. Plus he can match her wit. And he read her to filth she’s not gonna lie and she needs more people like that around her

She was like his only friend that summer - I know Annabeth was his friend but they were fighting and on rocky terms so he would hang out with her in his free time.

She laughed when Percy told Tantalus to chase a donut and she had to go clean the stables as punishment

Drew adored Silena and looked up to her as her older sister and camp councilor. She thought it was cool for a child of Aphrodite to go against the rule in cabin 10 and date Beckendorf without breaking his heart. She related to it as like a child of Aphrodite going against the grain since she is you know daughter of love and is the most bitchiest person on the planet

When Beckendorf died and Silena was practically catatonic, Drew became her fill in, taking care of her siblings while Silena mourned and trying to take care of Silena when the other kids weren’t around so they wouldn’t worry - she truly has such a soft heart but only for a select few

When Annabeth was kidnapped in TTC, she wasn’t at camp and heard through the grapevine what happened but she didn’t know where Percy was so she couldn’t Iris message him. She tried Iris messaging him at camp but it didn’t go through. She wasn’t worried tho (yes she was)

She called him a grandpa the first time she saw him after that quest though because of his grey streak

She tried to teach him makeup during one of their hang outs but he already knew make up pretty well - she didn’t push on the why, she just helped him hone in on his skills (he stole his mom’s make up to his bruises from gabe)

Percy confided in Drew about Nico being a son of Hades because she’s like the central hub or headquarters for gossip at camp so she can put down rumors of Nico’s parentage and start up new ones to distract people. Also because she’s his friend too and he wanted her opinion on the whole thing

She’s almost as ignorant to the Great Prophecy as Percy is since she came to camp after him but she’s heard things here and there about it and when he tells her that he’s taking on the prophecy to protect Nico, she looks at him like he’s already dead just like Annabeth and Grover do and he can’t stand it so he pulls away from her, Annabeth, and Grover to spend more time with Rachel because she’s the only one who doesn’t treat him like a dead man walking

Drew found Silena’s scythe bracelet but since she wasn’t a camp councilor she didn’t know that there was a spy in their midst so she just thought it was some weird gift Beckendorf made her and put it back without saying anything

Since they were in the midst of a war with like fifty kids on their side, they could waste man power gathering the bodies of the fallen and showing them proper respect until after the fight was over. Drew stumbled upon Silena’s body, still smoking and melting from the acid, scythe charm in hand. After having seen Kronos wielding said weapon, things started to click for her as she stared down at her dead and disfigured sister.

That was the first time Drew actually fought in the war and wasn’t helping the wounded in the hotel. She was so enraged with Kronos, with Luke, with Silena, with Percy, and with herself

Percy found her and fought alongside her to protect her from enemies that almost broke through her defense since she was so angry and emotional she wasn’t even thinking about it

He tried to talk to her after the fact but she just threw the scythe charm bracelet at him without saying a word. That was the last time they spoke until Percy disappeared

She didn’t care when Percy and Annabeth got together. Distantly, she thinks she may have been proud and happy deep, deep, deep down but it was overshadowed by her rage and grief. Will understood that all too well as they had both been in the infirmary seeing all the gore and damage and death, all the lives they couldn’t save. Will blamed Percy for Michael, Drew was angry with Percy for not telling her anything about a potential spy that ended up being her sister who she KNEW! She KNEW she had that damn bracelet, but she didn’t have the information to put it together!

Now whispers of Silena being the traitor float around and she hears them as central hub of gossip but she can’t put them out. She’s enraged with Silena. She was everything Drew admired, she felt like her and Silena were the in the same vein of Aphrodite children, different, going against the grain. She helped Silena mourn. She took over for her as camp councilor. The whisper became about her and how if Silena, one of the sweetest girls in camp, could turn on them, then Drew, one if the meanest, probably already has.

She became a bit paranoid looking for potential traitors even if there wasn’t a war to be fought. She didn’t want what happened with Silena and Percy to happen to her again. So when Percy went missing and this new girl was claimed by Aphrodite with the power of charmspeak who seemed to stand against the cliche version of Aphrodite that people expected - Drew saw Silena.

Speaking of charmspeak, Drew never really used it until after the war. She never felt the need to until she was camp councilor and Silena was gone and she was paranoid and she needed some way to ensure that she knew everything that was happening so she got her cabin under her control and put her ear to the ground to catch every little whisper of gossip so she wouldn’t be surprised like that again

She only stopped being mad with Percy when he went missing. She thought it would be some short stint until Hera gave Annabeth a vision and she went out in search of him but returned with three random kids. Again, needing to feel in control, she but in and tried to wrangle the situation under her control by grabbing the boy who looked like he wielded power who may have known something who said weird things. She was trying to get info on what they were doing here and if they knew anything about Percy and his whereabouts

She can immediately clock sexualities. She knew TLH trio were all queer in some aspect. (Valgrace & sapphic Piper is real and true to me)

It used to be a little game she’d play with Percy where she’d point out some kid and go “pansexual” and he’d look the kid over and go “ehhh…demi” and it was more like a test honestly. She’d throw out right and wrong labels depending on the day and Percy would either agree or offer a counter label.

It led to Percy being kind of alright at clocking queer people and also led to a huge miscommunication between them and Jiper. Piper called Jason her boyfriend and Percy whipped his head around to look her over, having already clocked her as sapphic, and asked real skeptically “boy…friend???” And it happened to come across more scathing like along the lines of “You have a boyfriend? How could someone ever like you?” rather than “I thought you were gay?”

Jason tried to defend her like “Watch what you’re saying to my girlfriend” or some other alpha wolf shit and Percy looked him over the same way like “girlfriend???????????” even more incredulous. The ghost of Drew cackled loud as fuck for that btw oh my god they’re so lucky Drew wasn’t on that ship

When they eventually broke up and Piper came out and Jason and Leo started getting closer Percy was. Not surprised in the slightest.

Hot take: Percy clocked Nico as gay but he couldn’t clock his crush on him because of his shit self-esteem

Drew lives in New York in some rich neighborhood idk New York I don’t live there. Google says Upper East Side so I’ll just put that here in hopes it makes sense to someone.

Drew and Percy (pre-second titans war) used to hang out outside of camp. She’d drag him to go shopping with her and carry her bags and as payment she’d take him to buy new boards so whatever skateboarding terminology fits here. He’d end up dragging her to the park and trying to teach her how to skate and it’s the most fun she’s ever had even if her knees and elbows are banged up from falling over and over again, the only thing she can feel is the ache in her abdomen and face from laughing so hard and smiling so wide

She teaches him an Aphrodite tactic of warfare in using your looks to your advantage. She teaches him about pretty privilege and is like “a pretty face will get you almost anything” and he’s like “why do I need to know this it’s not like I can use this” and she just stares at him like “jfc ur so dumb”

He ends up using it while roaming California with no memory. With no memory, his self esteem is like. Balanced out so he’s not cocky but he’s not insecure. He’s objective and he can tell that some people are attracted to him so he uses it to his advantage. He’ll smile and flirt with the cashiers and workers to distract them while he steals food or he’ll charm restaurant workers into giving him like a plate of food at the end of the night. He isn’t sure where he learned it but damn is it useful.

When (which Stoll was it? Connor?) Connor pulled the note from Annabeth out of the fire and informed them that Percy and Annabeth were in Tartarus, that was when she finally forgave him and let go of all the anger she had been harboring, worry and concern taking it’s place

Speaking of Tartarus, that scene of Percy manipulating Bob to kill Hyperion? Those are skills he learned from Drew three points up.

Being thrown back into war, Drew fought the entire time this time rather than camping out in the infirmary and helping with the wounded.

She fights like Percy since Percy helped train her. She didn’t want to train with anyone else since she knew she’d get comments like “a daughter of Aphrodite wishes to fight?” Or something along those lines but she trusted Percy not to say anything like that since he’s never been one to believe generalizations. Its part of the reason why he has such a good relationship with cabin ten, because he treats them like demigods rather than shallow children of Aphrodite

Drew and Rachel knew each other before they met through Percy. Their fathers dragged them to the same business party or some other rich man lingo here. They ended up becoming good friends and exchanging numbers. They don’t “meet through Percy” until after Rachel becomes the oracle and they run into each other at camp like “??? Wtf????”

Drew loves anime and forced Percy to watch it. He’s unamused in the beginning but soon enough he’s bugging Drew to invite him over so they can watch more because she has all the good streaming services. This is a secret to everyone else but them. The only reason it gets out is because Piper makes a reference on the Argo ii and Percy and Leo laugh at it. Annabeth is baffled. Percy keeps Drew’s involvement a secret tho. He knows how important her reputation is to her and he’s a real one.

Percy, Rachel, and Drew end up at some company party together because Rachel dragged him along because like hell is she suffering alone and Drew finally enjoys one of these stupid parties with her friends. She acquires champagne through charmspeak but Percy declines (because I’m a (California) sober!Percy truther) and he becomes Drew and Rachel’s chaperone. They run around doing stupid shit while he keeps them safe - also having fun with them.

Rachel’s father refuses to invite Percy to these parties anymore but Drew’s father is more focused on the fact that this is the first time he’s seen his daughter like truly happy so he keeps inviting Percy much to the chagrin of Mr. Dare.

When the second giant war comes to an end and the fighting is over, Drew just rushes across the battleground and throws her arms around Percy and he’s surprised until he starts to feel her tears soaking his shirt and he guides her away from everyone. She finally breaks down not just from this war or losing him for that bit of time but from all the rage and anguish and losing her sister and the second titan war and just…all of it. She just cries against him silently. She’s not a loud crier and she denies having ever cried against him even when she pulls her head back to wipe her tears.

[vikuo-kuma]

“Anyone can wear Heels.. I just do it better”

— Teachers assistant! Hero! Reader x Various! Invincible

Warnings(?): mentions of blood at the end lmao

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Chapter 4

“Hey pretty”, Zack stares at you from the top floor, leaning against the railing.

“Well isn’t it the only tolerable Hero I know”

“What do you mean tolerable? I’m literally your childhood friend?”, he almost looked offended by your comment, placing a hand on his chest for dramatic effect. “You know I’m joking”, raising an eyebrow towards his figure while keeping a grin on your face.

Zack looked back at your face, observing every single detail. From your lips to your eyes, seeing the obvious dark eye bags under your eyes.

“Lena over working you again?”, he wanted to start small talk, after all he hadn’t seen you for years since he was busy with wars on the Planet Geldaria. “Not really, I’ve been… having nightmares? Yeah let’s call it that”, you were trying to keep it a secret just in case your dear sister was listening in on the conversation.

“You know that I know when you’re lying”

“Uh, nuh uh”.

“Ey are you turning away from me missy?!”

You turned away from his gaze, making a face before turning back and laughing. “I missed you… truly”, a genuine smile rested upon your face, your eyes looked refreshed.

To him?

It felt like the world suddenly lit up.

“Zack? Helloooo? Earth to Zack?”, you waved a hand in his face, trying to catch his attention back. “Oh ah, yes?”, his face flustered up like he was caught doing something inappropriate.

“You seem to be distracted every time you visit”, you started walking upstairs where Zack resided.

“..is someone bullying you because you’re a dork again? If so, give me a name”, smiling so innocently, like you weren’t going to kill anyone.

“What?! No. Just distracted is all, it’snotlikeIdon’tenjoyeverymomentwehave”, playing it off by resting his head on the palm of his hand. You let out a simple laugh while looking at him. “What?”, tilting your head, while looking at him.

“I, uh-”, Zack got interrupted by Lena, slamming the door wide open. Her hair was slightly messy from what looked like her messing around with more technology. “Yikes. What happened to you”,

“New suit. Try now.”, Lena sounded out of breath but also demanding.

Your arm was suddenly yanked into the room and so was Zack. “Wait why am I getting dragged into this?”, at this point you were getting dragged across the floor of the room.

When you guys were finally let go, Lena handed you a chip to put in your ear piece.

Doing as your told, you place the chip in the area where your previous suit was at. Snapping your fingers, the new suit covers your entire body but some certain parts.

“What? Whats with the sudden quiet-ness??”

“Eh whatever, I’m going back on patrol”, you walked out, holding your new weapon. A scythe.

As you walked out of the lab, Zack’s nose started to leak, leaking blood. “Yup that’s the reaction I was looking for from you”, Lena crossed her arms under her chest while looking at his speechless face.

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A/N: I was sick for the past few days, and I’m still sick just less sick 👍

[howlingmod]

hello hello! I've never requested stuff before so i hope I'm doing this right lol, I'm wondering if i can request something tender and fluffy for follower sword x reader?

i just wanna hold that man in my arms bro, and your writing is just so peak

summary - follower sword x reader hcs. ur both phighters, uninetionally a little aut4aut coded woops

misc - thank you so much ! im glad you enjoy my writing .. smiles .. apologies if this is a little lackluster or inaccurate, this beast is weird. also yay first request !

-To say dating Sword can be a little unconventional is an understatement. More than once have people shot you a look once you told them who your partner is. Regardless, you wouldn't have it any other way and neither would Sword.

-Usually, people are confused as to how you guys got together in the first place. He's not exactly a social butterfly and he definitely comes off as threatening to most people, but there's no dramatic story to be found here, unfortunately. You just met him during a phight like most other people.

The match had been close, both teams were neck and neck for the point by now. It was a mad dash to get on the point or die trying, leaving more than a few people to try and make a run for it before falling to the other team the moment they were within a few feet. Every route lead to the same choking point, funneling everybody into a sea of flying bullets and swinging blades. Eventually, you noticed the crowd begin to thin as several people traded or finally picked someone on the other side off. If there was ever an opening, this was it. Stealing away from the corner you'd hidden in, you ran for the point, just barely dodging stray attacks before your feet touched the objective. The timer resumed in your teams favor, much to the other teams frantic irritation. A few of your teammates had bullied onto the objective just after you, helping fend off the incoming vigor of the enemy team in a last bid for the win, but it still wasn't enough. One got picked off, then another, and then another after that, then it was just you again. They'd gotten picks of their own and one had traded, but it still left you outnumbered. Given the exhaustion curling up your spine to lay heavy in your head and the dread of an inevitable loss hanging off your hands, you weren't winning this. Someone on the other team pushed towards you. You were slow on the uptake, pulling your gear just a few seconds too late through the fog of weariness. Practically in slow motion, you watched them reel back to swing, made to block it yourself, and a pale blade stick itself in the ground just between you two. With hands already raised, quickly identifing the blade's source, you instead made to cover your eyes before the flashing light could blind you. Where the once constant growl of battle had become ringing in your ears, there was silence. Peeking out behind your arms, there was nobody. It wouldn't last long, you knew that, but you finally felt as though you had a moment to breathe. Just a few seconds left. You could make out careful footsteps behind you, leaving you to whip your head around to the source. Instead of Shuriken or Scythe popping out to break the peace, you saw Sword. You hadn't seen too much of him that match, seemingly being focused on different areas (bitterly, you thought of asking him why he hadn't been helping you with the objective, but a better part of you decided against it.), but you were thanking the Heights he was on your team now. "Thanks for the help, you're a life saver," You hummed, smiling at him. He didn't return the gesture, hell, you aren't even sure he looked at you, given the lack of pupils. Faintly, you picked up some little grunt he made, a show of acknowledgement. That was enough for you. You turned back forwards, vaguely noting how he stopped next to you. Maybe he was tired too? You're sure he was focusing on trying to beat the other team into the ground for the match, so you wouldn't be surprised. The timer reached its peak, signalling your team's win. Neither of you made a sound, even as you picked up on your other teammates celebrating off in the distance. The air stayed peaceful, weight lifting off of you as you stood side-by-side. Nothing more needed to be said.

-Afterwards, you did your best to return the favor, though he rarely needed it. You would provide support in the ways you could, pointing a healer in his direction when he was in rough shape and picking off extra opponents if he was outnumbered. Where you'd expected to just help him out once or twice and consider the IOU paid off, he would return the aid right back. Without thinking about it, you two started to hover around eachother.

-He wasn't sure why he did it, just that, at some point, he began to think of you more than he needed to. It was good to know where your teammates were and what their status was, but he certainly didn't need to be worrying this much over an individual. Nevertheless, he would still check in on you, sending long glances your direction whenever you were nearby as a quick assesment of your condition.

-Even before matches you two would find eachother, sitting quietly as you two prepared for the upcoming phight. Sometimes, you would ramble to him as he listened wordlessly, only humming every now and then to let you know he was still paying attention (a habit he'd picked when his silence had lead you to trail off in the past).

-The first time you'd ever mentioned hanging out with him outside of a phight, he'd declined, if only out of unfamiliarity. He wasn't used to getting such direct, personal invites to be apart of other people's lives like that. It stuck in his head for a few days, the question of why you'd thought to pick him speficially rattling around in the back of his head.

-Eventually, he would be the one to invite you out. It wasn't anything special and, in all honesty, it was probably just to walk around. Nothing all that entertaining, but he didn't care about the activity as much as he did having more time to hear you talk.

-Likewise, the confession (after a long time of him sorting out his feelings, he still didn't totally understand how he felt once you two got together but he knew you were greatly important to him), was pretty mundane. You're probably the one to do it since he's not super familiar with the concept, at least not beyond a surface level understanding of what it looks like for other people. To you two, it's an intimate moment: you trust him enough to open yourself up to rejection and he cares about you enough to make clear he's interested in you as well. To others, it's a very blunt, robotic moment on his part contrasting to your obvious sentiment. Oh well.

-Anyhow, as for how you to interact once you get together, it's more of the same. A lot of the time, you two are just existing with one another. It would come off as uncaring if it weren't for him seeking you out just to be in your company, even if you're not interacting in any way. He just likes having you there, you make him feel whole in a strange way, something about your presence makes him feel like some wrong has been righted.

-He's a little nosy about your hobbies. If you're reading a book he wants you to tell him about it, if you're making something he wants to know how you're doing it, so on, so forth. He doesn't know why, he just likes to know everything he can about you. If we allow the more sentimental wording to fall, you're like a specimen he needs to learn about and put under a microscope, lovingly.

-His love language, other than time, is gifting things to you, actually. Most times it's odd trinkets he comes across that remind him of you, but its the thought that counts. He takes the utmost care for them to not get ruined before he can gift them to you and you can just barely notice him stand a little straighter when you happily take them. If you have a spot for all the things he's given you, he admires it with pride every time, blame it on bird instincts.

-He often just calls you by your name, he just doesn't think any nickname compares to your actual name. That's the title of the person he loves, what else could compare?

-It takes him a while to warm up to physical affection, so give him some time with that. Once he's settled into a relationship with you, he's a lot more open to any touch you give. He most enjoys whenever you lean on him, he enjoys being someone you can count on for support and comfort. On his part, he's a sucker for you holding his face in your hands, something about it just feels so tender. The way your hands cradle his head just feels so soothing.

-The first time he says 'I love you,' is a whisper, but don't let that fool you into thinking their meaning is any smaller. It's a total declaration of his heart to you, how could he not mean it when you're the light of his life?

[dailyscarecrow]

Day 68

Bullies

Comic: Batman legends of the dark knight #139

Context: Catwoman helped Batman beat up Scarecrow after he killed a guy in alley with a scythe (very brutal), wich changes Selinas place in Cranes sinister plan

[joyfulalmondpiebiscuit-blog]

I really wish the dev put some action scene where grim fights because I REALLY WANT TO KNOW HOW HE FIGHTS WITH THOSE SCYTHE HE HAD KABDKWBDJWHD

His body also muscular, ain't no way he got no daily practice for those muscle. I think he's the type to play with his prey, and dealing with them is basically his pity for the victim because its their last day, yk?

And, on ending 6. I'm curious, does he still maintain his skill with scythe? Yes i know, his power would lessened with his form now but i got a good idea where on a random night walk with his beloved sunshine, sunshine accidentally stumbled upon a gangster who take no shit from anyone and will fight on the spot.

Imagine... Grim, humiliating them like a bunch of cotton and will say " Must be the wind " After beating up 9 grown man ALONE.

If he were a parent, a father! And his child got bullied while he still a grim reaper... Just wait for a sudden mourning news on the school about his child bully accidentally died in a horrible way. When his child questions it, he would simply say " Karma got them, sweety. " When in reality, he sneak up on the death of night, harvesting their soul prematury while also gave them a taste of " how death would look at you when it mad. "

Anyway, that's all. I need more practice to finally be able make a fict where grim actually fight!

Owh, also... Imagine him actually cut a vegetable or something with his scythe, KJakdjaks

[sleepycreatureinc]

I made some ocs for @elmushterri 's The Knight's Handbook story. I'm low-key obsessed.

TW for Guns, Blood, Tobacco, Violence, and Strangulation

First off, Credence Gallo He/him. Born in 1878, Credence moved to New York at a young age and quickly became involved in mob life, especially after the "no booze" act was passed. He began helping his "family" with bootlegging. His real family never knew until his sister found out. Unfortunately, when she discovered his secret his boss was present! Both the boss and sister pulled guns on each other, forcing him to choose a side. He chose his boss, and was killed saving them from a deadly bullet from his sister. He hates who he was in life, and for a long time he didn't feel deserving of his role as a Knight. His weapon is a gun, and for a long while it takes the same form as the one that shot him.

Eunice Simon, they/them. They were born in 1968 and died at 15. They were an 80s kid! During the time their story takes place, I imagine that they only recently became a knight, and Credence is forced to take them under their wing. Their weapon is a comically large sword made of crystal, which is used more like a club. They died protecting a kid from some bullies. In the drawing they're getting choked to death, but I think in reality the killing blow would be an unfortunately placed kick to the neck. It took a long time for Eunice to accept that their death was an accident.

Big parent/child vibes from these two. Once Credence really accepts his role as a Knight, his gun changes form.

Eunice stops aging in their late 30s.

In the actual Knight's Handbook story, I imagine that they'd both side with Sidra. They both appreciate her spunk and energy and think that she'll make a great queen.

Finally, we have Tierney Shepard, or Tyr for short, He/They/It. He's based on the Norse God of War and is VERY old. This guy is from the Middle ages. He died at 36, defending his flock from a freakishly large wolf and losing his hand in the process. His weapon is a large scythe that resembles a Shepard's staff. He can form a magical hand to use the scythe. The hand can only touch the scythe, it's useless for anything else. Other than regular Knight powers, they also have the ability to talk to animals most notably sheep, which are easiest for him to understand. Because of how freaking old he is, he has an awakened form, which is on the right. He doesn't use it often as it's very draining to use. It also has the epithet: The Shepard Knight (very creative, I know). Tyr will probably side with Jules or remain neutral. He thinks that Sidra is too headstrong, and the Jules is too bitter. He's not a fan of dogs.

[ratatouillewastakendammit]

HEAR ME OUT 😭 toga!reader who grew up with katsuki and izuku, she was always insecure about her quirk bc ppl told her liking gore was weird etc and ofc kats bullied her bc of that… until she grew older, realised how much her quirk can do, joined league of villains alongside dabi… maybe dabi takes a liking to her ^^ and he understands the need for revenge all too well… 🙂‍↔️ THATS ABOUT ALL I HAVE RN!

Wait this is so fun!! I usually try to keep the readers quirk undefined because I know some people want to insert their own but tbh I loveeee gory quirks and stuff

I'll Kill 'Em, You Hide the Body

Pairing: Dabi x Reader

Warnings: language, slightly suggestive, bullying, violence, blood (ofc), also it's been a while since I've written less dialogue heavy stuff so let me know if you have any critiques!

Word Count: 2.1k

Dabi had never been a fan of Toga.

The blonde was nothing short of psychotic, which he usually didn't mind by itself. Still, she possessed an undeniable creepiness about her that had him keeping as much as possible.

Seeing that she had wormed her way into his room to jab him for blood once may or may not have exemplified his dislike.

You on the other hand?

It was interesting how you and the blonde shared similar quirks, powers of seperate sides of the same coin with minor differences on how you used them.

It was even more interesting, however, with how much different the two of you actually were.

He remembered how you acted when you had first been introduced to the League, quiet and eyes glued to the floor, words slurred from the subtle way you tried to keep your mouth closed as you spoke. Still, your efforts seemed to be in vain, the soft whites of your sharpened canines becoming revealed the second you had joined them for a meal.

In all honesty, Dabi had thought it was dumb, how insecure you were of your quirk. He had seen mutant-quirk holders with features much more abhorrent than your barely noticeable fangs.

Spinner, the giant lizard man working along with you both was an easy example.

Shigaraki had accepted you, seemingly already knowledgeable of whatever powers you possessed when Giran had brought you to the hideout, leaving everyone else in the dark.

And while the others hadn't seemed to mind, accepting your soft spoken demeanor and mystery with open arms, Dabi wasn't exactly elated to have another weakling on the team.

How the hell would he be able to trust that you wouldn't fuck up if he didn't know what you could do?

So when Shigaraki had assigned you to his group for a mission, he had scoffed, grumbling about how you were just going to get yourself killed.

You, however, had been quite the surprise.

Drawing a small knife from your boot, you slid the blade over your palm, the metal leaving a thin line of scarlet behind. He watched as the liquid pooled over your fingers before rising in the air, leaving your skin clean and untouched.

He watched, cerulean eyes wide as he took in the horrific beauty you possessed.

Blood continued to slip from your cut, each drop falling upward to amalgamate into your dreadful creation, a vine of vermilion that trailed around a group of your opponents.

When a squeeze of your fist, the ruby liquid clotted together, wrapping around the men and pulling them together into a makeshift prison. The blood, now miraculously hardened, poked at their skin, pulling at their own plasma until it was also under your control.

You used your other hand, careful not to mix the substances, before forming the material into a scythe. If one listened hard enough, they could hear the edge of the blade slicing through the air, just as deadly and graceful as its wielder.

It was almost poetic, the way you cut through your foes with the innards of their comrades.

By the end of it, a gory havoc had exploded through the room, you, just as untouched and pristine as before all of it, standing in the middle of it.

Beckoning a finger forward, you drew your own blood back toward you, the fluid snaking back under your skin and gluing the cut back together.

Toga had been absolutely obsessed with you from that moment on, hanging off your shoulder and chatting your ear off whenever you would let her.

Surprisingly, you didn't exactly seem to mind, expression holding nothing was silent contentment, the way one may look at a younger sibling or apprentice.

Dabi, on the other hand, had only grown increasingly obsessed with figuring you out.

To say you grew up isolated was an understatement.

When your quirk had first been revealed, your parents had been happy, albeit a bit taken aback by the initial grimness of it, hopeful for the unwritten future of success you had waiting.

Blood bending had quite the potential, after all.

Similarly, your friends had been enamored by the creations of your ability, eyes wide in childish wonder as you made inanimate creatures float around the classroom, one of your favorite tricks.

Your life had started to end the first day you passed out in class.

It had been a small turtledove that time, red as rubies and small enough to fit in your hand. The avian organism flying over your head was the last thing you remembered before the world went black.

Filled with panic, your parents had rushed you to the nearest urgent care, voices laced with tension as they explained the situation, even as you woke up. The doctor had done numerous tests, each more exhausting than the last.

A few days passed, filled with fear and anticipation at each time you would faint without an explanation.

'Extremely low iron' was the first thing written on the report, letters big and angry. Still, those that followed were so much worse.

The notion of having to consume some form of blood, not only to sustain your quirk, but to keep you alive, left your family in shambles.

Each of your friends began to trickle away after the news as well, most scared by the rumor that you were secretly a vampire started by some blond a few grades below you. Bakugou was his name, that of which you had learned a few days later as the bullying continued.

Whispers lined the hallway as you walked past, each hushed syllable and scowl following you like a disease.

"She'll eat you if you let her too close."

"I heard she picks people off the streets and drains 'em."

The love for gore and scary movies you had definitely didn't help your case.

Regardless, back then, you would've easily watched some romantic comedy instead of your favorite slasher film, if only it could be done with friends by your side, giggling at the dreamy love interest and cheesy lines.

And despite your desperate yearning for companionship, maybe you would've been fine if it was left at plain isolation.

The worst of it started when Bakugou convinced some of his friends to break into your locker. They had taken your lunch box and dumped the contents out in the nearest trashcan before stuffing it back in, all of which you being completely oblivious to.

When you opened your lunchbox expecting the usual sandwich and bag of chips, your eyes had doubled in horror when they met the dead bird cradled within instead.

Home could have easily been a sanctuary for you, but it soon became just as depressing as school.

Thankfully, your doctor had been able to give you meager rations of the blood donations the local hospital received weekly. Still, you began to dread each time your parents went out to pick it up from the pharmacy.

They would hand you the bag to put in the freezer, fingers barely gripping the plastic like it was a dead animal.

As far as you knew, it very well could've been.

Their complaints ran through your ears constantly, vivid descriptions of the revolted looks the nurses would give him, followed by the scattered glances of pity they might get from other parents at the store.

Once, your mother had to excuse herself from the table, silently gagging at the ruby liquid in your cup. Soon it became a regular occurrence, both leaving in disgust until you were left to eat your meals alone, food cold and room silent.

A few years inched by before they pushed you away as well, lending you money for a small apartment on the other side of town, as far away from them as possible.

By the time you turned eighteen, they had cut you off completely, giving you just enough time for all that sadness and insecurity to meld into hate.

Joining the League was the first thing you did after moving out.

Surprisingly, it hadn't taken a long time at all for Dabi to take a liking to you, the quiet admiration stemming from his initial awe at your power, regardless of how much he didn't want to admit it.

Taunting you soon becomes his favorite activity. You were unexpectedly hard to fluster, but the way your eyes would flit to the ground in embarrassment made it deliciously worth it.

Regardless, the soft blood lust burning in your eyes whenever he would push your buttons too far had his pants tightening.

It was hard to decide which reaction he liked better.

Those were the reactions he was digging for tonight, arms crossed as he leaned on your door frame, smirking at the way you had mindlessly left the entryway to your room unlocked.

It was like you were practically begging him to come in.

He had learned of your past a few hours ago from Kurogiri, the dark mass of mist and fog easily digging out the information.

The knowledge had pissed him off, sure. In all honesty, he would've happily added another U.A. brat to his kill-list, especially once he recognized Bakugou's name, the idiot being in the same class as his darling little brother.

Still, Dabi had enough self respect to consult you first.

Or, at least, he had convinced himself it was 'consulting.' Whether or not it was more accurately 'annoying you until you did something worth the regret' was none of his concern.

And it was all the more motivation if he could worm his way into your good graces.

He definitely wouldn't mind letting you play damsel if it meant winning your affection in the end.

Maybe it was the mention of that blond twerps name, or maybe that of your parents, which had your fingers curling around your pencil, your line of sight glued to the paper in front of you.

"Get out. I'm working," you said without looking up.

"You know, fucking someone up would make you feel a lot better than writing in a diary." He walked over to where you were sitting, a smirk pulling on the corner of his lips. A hand slipped over your shoulder as he bent down, the warmth of his skin kissing your own as he whispered, "Or I know some other ways of relieving stress if you want help."

You scoffed, ignoring the heat building in your cheeks at the insinuation. "Are you always this annoying?"

"Only for you, doll."

Dabi was quite the flirt, and while you were quite masterful at hiding your own attraction to the man, each amorous comment had your defenses faltering.

"I just don't know how you can let that shit fly." His touch slid lower, hands snaking low enough to rest on your thighs, his breath tickling your ear. "If it was me, they would be six feet under right now."

"You really think I don't want to?" The heels of your chair slid across the wooden floor in an unpleasant screech, your pencil slamming against the desk as you stood and turned to face him. "I think about it all the fucking time! I just..." You swallowed. "There's no coming back from that... I don't know if I can."

Silence met your unwilling confession, clashing with the pit of embarrassment growing in your stomach. An attempt to hide from the scrutiny of his stare, you moved over to sit on your bed, resting your face in your hands as the stillness enveloped you.

"Then let me do it for you."

You looked up. "What?"

"I said," Dabi slowly crept over to you, gaze locked on your own. "Let me do it for you."

The way each syllable was enunciated with cruel ardor left you shivering, your skin prickling in goosebumps as the heat radiating off his body swept closer.

"I'll make sure to leave enough pieces behind to drain, if you want."

It was almost as if he could hear the blood thrumming through your veins, your quirk begging for the violent, venegeful release that you were being promised.

That annoyingly excitable muscle in his chest jumped at the way you looked at him, eyes dancing with a mixture of desire and ferocity.

Eventually, you gave your answer, quiet, but certain.

"Okay."