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threepandas · 4 months ago

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Bad End: Wildfire Widow

"My condolences."

A nice thought. Yet here I stood, as cold and empty as the rain. I was a widow, now, and yet I could not... my mind would not... It did not seem real. Not yet. How could it possibly be? So soon? When it seemed only just the other day, I was nervously getting married. A modest but beautiful dress, made together with my in-laws to be. A humble church. Simple celebrations.

Our whole lives ahead of us.

Andrew was... was no one significant. But he was mine, and I was his. And though he couldn't give me a life of dreams and roses? He loved me earnestly. Picked road side flowers to bring me bits of beauty. Sang silly little songs, to wake me each day. Ate every bite of my, frankly, mediocre cooking, as though it were the greatest meal he'd ever had.

I loved him. I... I truely, actually, l-loved him. H..How can he be gone?

Where is my silly little man? My songbird? My best friend? H-how... WHY-‽ I don't understand. For days now. Since that final, terrible, wheezing breathe. I don't... I can't... Nothing feels real. I don't want it to be real. Please.

Please, Andrew. Darling. D-Don't do this.

The grave does not respond. It can not. Because... he is not there. I know he is not. Nothing but meat and soil remains. Empty shells and emptier houses. Like a punishment from God, for not following along politely. Bowing my head sweetly, and accepting my Fate.

It's my fault. Isn't it? Andrew would still be alive. Happy and in love. Married to some other woman, perhaps. Making her the luckiest wife in the world. Chatting over breakfast and giggling together as they joke their wake to work. She would get to admire his beautiful eyes and riot of freckles. He would write her terrible poetry.

They would be in love.

Alive... and in love.

But I ruined it. B-because I'm selfish. Right? That has to be it. Surely. It must be! B-because what else could it BE? He was healthy! It happened so fast! And now... now he is... is...

Sobs rip their way out of me, uncaring of the witnesses. My legs buckling under the weight of my grief. Who cares? Who CARES? So what if I kneel in the mud? He's gone! My best friend is gone! And it's all my fault! I deserve this! It should be ME!

I already lived once before. This was always borrowed time anyway. If it had to be one of us? It should have been me!

Someone kneels behind me, a shawl draped over my shoulders. An umbrella brought forward to shelter me from the rain. As though I don't wish to drown. Almost everyone else has left, now. But I can't. I just... I just can't. Leave me. Leave me to my grief!

This world was a Story to me. I escaped it. Selfishly thought there would never be a price for that. That quitely bowing out of my antagonists role to live quitely, humbly, with a good man, would never... would never...!

"Shhhhh....shhhhh.... It's okay. It's over now."

Over? Ha ha. How can it BE OVER‽ He's GONE! Another sobs wrenchs free. They seem unending. But oh, that voice. That cool, smooth, aristocratic voice. How is he even HERE‽ When I fled, I all but cut ties with my past. Traveled nearly two countries away. I am no longer the wretched, trouble-making daughter of a well to due man. The infamous leech, clinging to the grand-dukes unfavored first born son.

I am a bookstore owner's widow. Nothing more, nothing less. No royal dramas. No court intrigues. No otome game paths or thousand characters to remember. Why would he even look for me? How could he possibly have the time? With his brother the favorite to inherit and his father a cold hearted bastard. I was little more then arm candy. Vicious and childish arm candy at that.

Remebering, the person I was, before I remembered? I was a terrible, lonely child. And I took it out on everyone around me. I coveted the stars, because everything inside me felt empty. Because my family was cruel. Because the coin brought treachery and gilded chains.

Because I was terribly broken and hateful about it. Greedy for what I could not have.

I was indulged. Enabled. By this man, most of all. It only made me worse.

Of course I left. It was the only way to heal. To grow. And in the end? It made all the difference. Yet... he is here. How? Why‽ What part of that terrible brat of a child did he come for? That horribly broken thing? Our shared history is a shame to me. And it's not as though we were lovers. For all that the world certainly assumed as much. Did he actually consider us frien-?

"I always promised, I would marry you. When I became Grand Duke. Now we finally can."

The words seem to hang in the air like nooses. Full of unseen bodies that swing and creak, like silent horrors in the day's mild wind. Around us, the world was filled with a terrible hush. Rain muffling everything to distant, dull grey. And for a long moment... everything was cool, quite, and far away.

All at once, the world crashed back in. Like a wave crashing back in, after the tide receding before disaster. A tsunami of tiny things.

We were the last two here, I noticed. My in-laws, the neighbors, our... my social circle. All had left to give me privacy to grieve. The rain was cold. So much colder then it had seemed. I hadn't noticed. The wind whistling eerily through the near silent grave yard. As we kneeled at the foot of my husband's grave, the dark earth muddy. He... was he wearing cologne?

Kneeling in a wide open field... I suddenly felt cornered.

That expression. That... that was not the expression of a man who's feeling sorrow for an old friend. Not distant memories and what could have been's. That... that was hunger. A predator's patience. Was...? No. No, it could not have always been there. Right? I would have...

"You shouldn't kneel in the dirt, love. Not for him. He wasn't worth it." He murmured, soft and sweet as a lover. Eyes almost kind. "I'm here now. Here to make everything better, all right? No more worries. No more struggles. All the riches your heart desired. I got them for you. Isn't that nice? Let's go get you warm, hmm?"

I.. God, I wasn't an idiot.

What Did You DO?

You bastard. What did you do to my HUSBAND?! Ignoring the hand, softly held out, as though he had any fucking right, I grabbed the bastard by the front of his jacket. To shake him? Slam him down to punch until my fists break and bleed? I couldn't tell which impulse was stronger. It was like all my howling grief had turned to RAGE. As though my blood had filled with fire. My bones ropes made of live wires.

He has the audacity to smile. Fondly. Even as my white knuckled grip drags roughly at the fine fabric of his clothes, threatening to tear stitches. As I bear my teeth, unhinged like a mad dog. Wild around the eyes. I drag him closer. The bouquet, now made cruel mockery, that he brought, goes tumbling into the mud. Filth that he is, he sucks in a shuddering breath. Leans towards me.

"Ah, my love, you were always so magnificent in anger. You wear it like a queen."

Whispered towards me. Each word made obscene by the waver in his voice. The way he dares to roll it off his tounge! Another man's wife. You sick bastard, I was ANOTHER MAN'S WIFE! But you couldn't have that, could you‽ The shriek that howls free of me would put hawks to shame. I lunge. Hands clawing as I try to claw his fucking eyes out.

Shameless, he dares to have a laugh that is charming. How utterly practiced it must be! Effortlessly, he keeps my hands from his face, as I curse him. Holding my wrists as I struggle to maim. To avenge. Killer. MONSTER! I struggle to rip my hands free, so I can wrap them around his fucking throat!

The world spins. No longer am I pinning my husband's killer. The grey sky distant witness as I thrash like an animal. I have nothing left. NOTHING! He took everything from me! Andrew. My songbird. My everything! I won't let him get away with it. I WON'T. If it's the LAST THING I FUCKING DO. Screaming, thrashing, I try to get him off me. Clawing at the mud I can feel seeping into my back.

"Look at you... so broken." He said softly, like a confession. With an unholy reverence. "We always were so beautifully matched, weren't we? Two perfect little monsters."

His grip tighten. Painful at last. Bones grinding and bruises starting to bloom.

"But then you tried to run away, darling. Why would you do that? Were you scared? Afraid of loving me too much?" Furious at his audacity, I bucked and writhed. Get off. Get OFF! I'LL KILL YOU! "Shhh shhh shhh, it's okay, it's okay. I forgive you. I forgive you. My wildfire. My bride."

In the distance, the day's storm, long building, finally arrived. Thunder rolled as the rain picked up. The air biting.

"I'll take responsibility, of course. Who else could handle you? Knows you as I do?"

"Dont worry darling, my wildfire, my monster~ Ours is a lovestory~♡"

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engardeitsme · 6 months ago

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The Hunted, Haunted and Forgotten - Part 8

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Pairing: Battle Maniac x fem!Reader

Word count: 5.5k

Summary: You get to know the Rabbits a little better and keep wondering if you're okay with that...

A/N: I DID IT I WROTE SOMETHING YOU GUYSSS AND IT'S FLUFF YOU GUYSSS LIKE CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??? NEW YEAR NEW ME FRFR WOOOO💃💃 hrmhrm anyway,, i'm here with more headcanon lore for our dear wabbits bc it's what they deserve🤲♥️ hope you enjoy the fun sib shenanigans~! (before the inevitable Return of the Angst)

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Part 8 - If only for a moment

In the morning light, Giulia's room had turned out to be a fascinating mixture of "boring old bureaucrat" and "teenage girl goes delinquent".

The former office was not very large, so the dusty secretary and various other office paraphernalia had to be moved into a corner to make room for a bed and other very important pieces of furniture - a (very messy) dressing table, for example. Others were simply repurposed: All the drawers and shelves had been removed from a large cabinet on the left-hand side of the room and unceremoniously stacked on top of the desk. The resulting space was now filled to the brim with clothes, from all kinds of shoes and fancy hats to ruffled dresses and heavy coats. It didn't make it particularly hard to guess what seemed to be the Rabbit girl's favourite haul.

And also a cherished hobby, judging by the dressmaker's dummy (which looked suspiciously like the dismembered torso of a Puppet, something you were only too happy to ignore) equipped with various colored pieces of fabric and other sewing utensils. The preparatory work for this undertaking could be found just behind it on the wall, which was effectively covered with sketches and illustrations of Giulia's creative outpourings. Here and there, due to a spontaneous lack of paper you presumed, the wallpaper itself had served as an alternative even. Most of the drawings were in the same hastily scribbled style, but some were almost professional in character, which was probably Massimo's doing.

You couldn't help but think it was sweet that he was so supportive of her passion.

The opposite side of the room wore his handwriting as well; there were a couple of shelves on the wall right next to the bedside table, which were completely surrounded by all sorts of drawings. Some were rather simple, like a butterfly or a pretty field of red flowers under a blue sky. Most, however, were of the four Stalker siblings, ranging from more elaborate portraits to sketches of everyday life. A little variety was provided by framed insect specimens and a poster advertising the production of "The Witch's Tower And Princess" starring Adelina Corday, as well as a Wanted poster - starring the Rabbits themselves, of course.

The shelves were littered with so many knickknacks it was hard to take it in all at once. There was a purse in the shape of a frog, a ship in a bottle and a music box with a dancing ballerina in the middle. A shiny comb lay beside a gilded box; it stood open, revealing a whole mountain of jewelry, on top of which was the brooch Massimo had gifted the girl after your very first treasure hunt together. This was followed by an impressive collection of shells, a feathered fan leaning against the back wall, and some tattered picture books, judging by the titles.

Most of the shelf space, however, was taken up by a veritable army of stuffed animals, dolls and figurines, of which you were particularly taken with a small mechanical rabbit on a bicycle - that was, until you vaguely remembered Giulia telling you that Matteo had made her a toy rabbit just like that for her last birthday...

At which point you promptly decided to end your little expedition through the teenage girl's room.

Currently you were standing in front of the full-length mirror next to the dummy. Dim light fell through the pretty curtains in front of the windows onto your scowling face as you plucked at all the fabric hanging from your body. By now you realized why Massimo had described the outfit he had chosen for you as "creative"; although you felt that this time his artistic mind had overshot the mark a little. A little much. So much so that at first you even thought it was a joke.

Because part of it had actually turned out to be a skirt.

Not an ugly one, mind you; in fact, before the disasters, the auburn, calf-length piece with the decorative buttons would have been right up your alley. But that was just the thing, before the disasters. Now you couldn't think of anything more impractical. At least it was floaty enough not to restrict your movement too much... And you'd only have to wear it until your own clothes were clean again, which, according to Massimo, shouldn't take too long (if that hadn't been another joke...).

Still, you didn't understand why he hadn't just given you a pair of men's pants and a belt if Giulia didn't have anything suitable at hand. Especially since he had done exactly that regarding the top of your outfit, which was nothing more than a loose, cream-colored, wide-sleeved men's shirt. Although it was showing signs of wear, the fabric was still thick and sturdy, so you didn't have to worry about it being see-through - the first thing you'd checked.

As soon as you recognized it as a man's shirt, the question of its actual owner came to mind. You could definitely rule out Vito because of his size, and Matteo...

You grimaced. You wouldn't put it past Massimo. Especially since it would effectively kill two birds with one stone: embarrass both you and the scarf wearer. However, you could hardly imagine (and didn't want to either) that this shirt would suit his style. It was way too light, way too casual, way too... romantic.

The thought hadn't even taken full shape before the images, memories, feelings that had kept you awake at night (and that you had tried so hard to ignore away) came flooding back.

No, no, no, you said to yourself, shaking your head vehemently, it's Massimo's, gotta be.

You knew it was mostly wishful thinking, but you quickly decided to ignore that too, as you set about tucking the shirt into the waistband of your skirt. You couldn't allow these thoughts to follow you into the new day even. It was one thing to have to deal with your sick brain (quite literally) when you were alone in a pitch-black room, but another when you were surrounded by the very last people you wanted to know what was really going on with you...

As if to draw a line under it, the next moment you smoothed your skirt, sorted out your shirt collar and sleeves, and gave your reflection a final, determined nod. Then you turned around and marched with firm steps toward the door...

Only to pause and turn back toward the open space when you realized that you had almost forgotten the most important thing.

Quickly, you approached the bed again and fumbled for the piece of paper on which you had written down the locations of the treasures. And which you had unceremoniously stuffed between the pile of pillows while changing, just in case. Now you shoved it into your left boot as far as it would go; that seemed much safer than putting it in the breast pocket of your shirt. After all, you never knew when you'd be standing chest to chest with a Rabbit again...

As soon as the thought crossed your mind, you wanted to slap yourself, but then just hissed: "Bloody stop it already!!" before crossing the room once more.

This time, however, you didn't spare your reflection a second glance.

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You had barely stepped out into the hallway when you heard someone calling your name. Someone who soon turned out to be Massimo, leaning against the wall by the bathroom door with his arms crossed. He was wearing his bucket helmet/mask, which could only mean that one or more of the Rabbits had gone out (there was no question who you were hoping for).

"Back among the living, eh? I was just about to send out a search party to make sure you weren't buried under Mt. Pillow."

You rolled your eyes as you joined him, but couldn't help the small smile. "Good morning to you too."

You were about to ask him why he was standing here all dressed up and with nowhere to go, when he nodded towards the bathroom and said: "I'm supervising Giulia on her little pee trip." He turned his head toward the door and continued in a loud voice: "Emphasis on pee! Oi! I don't remember agreeing to listen to you unloading in there!"

"Am not!", it sounded indignantly from behind the door. "It's all just... a bit more annoying when you only have one working leg!"

"What do you need your legs for when you take a shit??"

"No, the problem is..." A pause. "Oh piss off, Moe!!"

The Rabbit chuckled before turning back to you. "She refused the potty..."

"Yeah, cause it's disgusting!", you could hear Giulia's muffled voice once more.

"...so it can only be a matter of hours", he finished with a shrug. "Sorry."

You waved it off. "Never mind. I freshened up earlier, right after I got up."

"Smart." He nodded approvingly. Then he seemed to take a closer look at you and asked: "By the by, how do you like your new outfit? Pretty, isn't it?"

"Pretty impractical perhaps..." The laughter you got in response was definitely not remorseful enough for you. "Didn't you have some extra pants lying around?", you added with a grumble.

"Oh, no yeah I did." You could well imagine his grin stretching from one Rabbit ear to the other by now, just like the painted version on his bucket. "But they weren't as pretty~"

This time you held the smile as you rolled your eyes. "Oh, har, har..."

The next moment, the bathroom door opened. As soon as she spotted you, Giulia gave you a beaming smile - until she suddenly stumbled over the threshold, her face almost greeting the wooden floorboards if you hadn't reacted on instinct and grabbed her arm. Something you half regretted not one second later when the girl grabbed your arm in return, causing a sharp pain that made you grit your teeth.

Which, of course, had not gone unnoticed. After all, you were dealing with a bunch of unnatural freaks here.

"Oh, that's nasty looking", Massimo exclaimed promptly, as soon as Giulia had stood up straight again, albeit still a little wobbly. "Is that from yesterday??"

You wanted to quickly pull your sleeve over the bruise, but he was quicker and soon held your wrist in front of his goggles to inspect it more closely. Something that immediately gave you another annoying déjà-vu and made your heart skip a beat - which annoyed you even more.

"It's fine", you said curtly and tried to take your arm again, but the man in front of you wouldn't let it go.

In two ways.

"If this is 'fine', I don't wanna know what 'not fine' looks like to you", he said doubtfully, "especially since it seems to hurt quite a bit."

You sighed. "Not really, I just- Ow! What the hell?!", you blurted out as he suddenly pressed his fingers directly on your discolored skin.

This time you managed to snatch your arm back, while he just gave you a smug look. "You were saying?"

Oh, that little...

"Okay, fine! You made your point", you grumbled. "Happy now?"

"I will be, if you stop being such a stubborn pain in my arse. One is more than enough."

That shut you up for good.

A state that continued on even minutes later when the three of you found yourselves in the main room of the Town Hall, with Massimo busy rubbing a thick, pain-relieving ointment on your forearm and then applying a fancy (and, in your opinion, completely unnecessary) bandage. You were sitting opposite each other at the table, while Giulia had moved back to the sofa and was now tinkering with something you couldn't quite make out from where you were sitting.

The Rabbit across from you let out an impressed whistle as he held your arm up to the light. "Blimey... Must've been a fresh one, or it wouldn't have had the fine motor skills left."

"A fresh one...?" You frowned uncomprehendingly, your mind elsewhere for a moment.

"Your Carcass admirer, the one that gave you this lovely bracelet", he explained before he flexed his fingers and then began to carefully wrap your arm in the cloth of the bandage. "They quickly forget how hands work. So I think this fella here can't have been back on its feet for long if it still remembered how to hold on to someone."

Ooh. That's what he meant.

You shook your head. "That wasn't a Carcass. Got your dear brother to thank for that one."

No sooner had you finished speaking than the man in front of you suddenly froze, and out of the corner of your eye you saw that Giulia had done the same.

You looked from one to the other. "What?"

"You mean... Matteo did this?", Massimo asked slowly and with a strange undertone in his voice.

It made you frown again. "Yeah...?"

Until it finally dawned on you.

"Ooh, you mean...! No, no, that... It wasn't on purpose", you rushed to explain, "just in the, uh... heat of the moment, basically! We also already sorted it out yesterday - well, sort of... So there's nothing to worry about, really!"

It briefly occurred to you how wrong it felt to defend the scarf wearer in this way, when usually you liked to blame him for the bad weather even. But this wasn't really about him, after all. You just wanted to set the record straight, nothing more!

Massimo crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "'In the heat of the moment', huh? That so..."

You thought you could feel him piercing you with his gaze; it seemed as if he was trying to see inside your very soul. Though at the same time, you didn't get the impression that he didn't believe you, oh no. Rather, it sounded as if he knew something you didn't. As if he was hinting at something...

The thought made you gulp. It couldn't have anything to do with what had happened- had almost happened between you and Matteo yesterday, right? He couldn't possibly know about that.

...Right??

"I-I mean", you stammered, while trying to keep the temperature of your face at a normal level, "of course I was a little... startled at first. After all, he's not usually the... emotional type, I guess you could sa-"

"'Emotional' you say?", Giulia interrupted suddenly.

"'Emotional' how...?", Massimo joined in.

Again, your eyes darted back and forth between the two, now incredibly confused by their strange behavior. "Well, that was... when we were stuck in the ravine, Giulia and I. Right after Matteo found us. He was worried that something had happened to us-"

"'Us'? More like you", the Rabbit girl corrected. "You would've been skewered if Teo hadn't shown up!"

"...Right", you said slowly, not really in the mood to think back to your near-death experience (and slightly weirded out by her strange excitement about it). "I guess he thought I was seriously hurt... which would have been rather inconvenient, of course. Our situation was already bad enough with Giulia's injured foot. So it's no wonder really, that he got a bit carried away ther- Okay, what is this?", you interrupted yourself as the Rabbits exchanged another indefinable look.

Suddenly Giulia started laughing and exclaimed: "See?? I told you!"

Massimo only responded with an incomprehensible grumble.

"Told him what?", you asked, irritated.

But Giulia just kept on giggling, while her brother gave you a no less revealing "Hm?", as if he'd just remembered that you were there, too.

You deadpanned. "Are you serious?"

"Nah, I'm Massimo. Why?"

You felt your temple twitch with irritation, and put as much sarcasm as you could into your next words. "Oh, I don't know... Maybe because you're acting even weirder than usual??" You narrowed your eyes. "Like you're up to something."

"Where did you get that idea?" Giulia asked, sounding about as innocent as a child trying to talk its way out of stealing cookies with its hands still in the cookie jar.

Which didn't do much to dispel your suspicion that they were just fucking with you after all, and only made you more annoyed. But before you could open your mouth again, Massimo finally took pity on you.

"It's just a little... surprising. That's all."

You waited for him to continue. When he didn't, you pressed on: "What is??"

"Wellll", he said at last, "it's true, our dear brother is about as touchy-feely as an Alchemist is honest. Unless..."

"Unless...", Giulia repeated in the same conspiratorial tone.

You raised your eyebrows. "...Yes?"

Before he went on, Massimo continued to work on your bandage. "You see, Matteo's developed this... habit. Back when this whole shitshow started and we lost the HQ and he was..." He took a deep breath. "Well, I'll spare you the details, but believe me, it wasn't pretty and really messed him up. To the point that every time someone he cares about is in danger now, he just freaks out until he's made sure they're all right. And since he's usually not quite in his right mind at those moments, this can be a bit, er... a bit forceful, you might say."

He hadn't even finished speaking before you were already scowling - but not at Massimo.

"You put him up to this", you accused the girl sitting behind him.

"Wha- Did not!", Giulia blurted out, before turning to her brother and explaining (with a big eye roll, judging by her tone): "She thinks Teo 'hates' her."

It was quiet for a moment.

Then Massimo burst out laughing, and your scowl deepened.

"Hates you?", he finally gasped. "Oh believe me, you'd definitely know if he hated you."

"That's what I said!", Giulia exclaimed excitedly.

You, however, could only snort loudly. "Well, he has an interesting way of showing that..."

An extremely interesting way, suddenly flashed through your mind, along with some extremely interesting images from the previous night... Which you hastily shoved back into the farthest corner of your broken brain before they could unfold their full annoyance once more.

Massimo chuckled softly as he picked up a pair of scissors. "And right you are. But even if he comes across a bit... constipated a lot of the time-"

"And like a big old know-it-all", Giulia added.

"Humourless too."

"And stingy!"

"Arrogant."

"Mean."

"Stubborn."

"Unfair."

"And has absolutely no sense for the arts..."

"Wow, you're really selling the guy", you commented dryly.

"...he's not a bad bloke", Massimo finally concluded. "Just needs to work through a few things."

"Yeah, well. We all do."

"Exactly."

You raised an eyebrow. "So what was yesterday all about then?"

"Ah, what can I say... As much as my fingers sometimes itch to impale him with that toothpick he calls a weapon..." He shrugged, and you could hear him grinning. "We're Rabbits! Family. At the end of the day, we always got each other's backs, no matter what."

"Aww! How touching, bro!"

"...except for Giulia, because she can't reach that high."

He let out an ugly cackle as she complained loudly and puffed out her cheeks. Then he turned back to your bandage and put the finishing touches on it before announcing: "Et voilà! All done!"

"Thank you..." you murmured, but were still thinking about his earlier words, about the all too familiar feeling that they had stirred within you...

And that you wished you could forget, because every reminder created a longing that tore your heart in two.

You quickly tried to distract yourself by taking a closer look at Massimo's creation: First you moved your arm back and forth, then you opened and closed your hand to test if the bandage restricted the movement of your fingers. You were pleased to see that it did not. The Rabbit had really done an excellent job.

Still, you couldn't help but give him a skeptical look before saying: "But was the bowknot really necessary?"

"Very much so, sugarplum", he replied, gently patting your arm. Then he suddenly pushed his chair back to give himself enough room to stretch his arms and legs, and groaned loudly: "Fuck me, so much work in the morning is really wearing me out...! I'm gonna grab a bite. You want anything?"

You had barely opened your mouth when he nodded, jumped to his feet and dashed past you towards the pantry. Perplexed, you closed your mouth again.

"I like it! Looks like little bunny ears~", Giulia commented on your artful bandage before raising her hands above her head to wiggle her own.

You couldn't help but smile back at her.

A little later, the girl had resumed her mysterious work, though now she also occasionally nibbled at a strawberry jam sandwich. You had your breakfast laid out before you as well: a buttered cheese sandwich, tomatoes, an egg and smoked herring. Fish had always been a staple food in the surrounding coastal region - at least as long as people could go fishing. Instead of being killed by bloodthirsty monsters or joining their hivemind.

In the early days of your dealings with the Rabbits, you had regularly refused their offers to share in their hearty meals, but now your guilt had subsided somewhat. You still liked to think that all you were really doing was preventing the food from going to waste. After all, that wouldn't have helped anyone either! But in reality, your lowered inhibitions in this matter were simply due to your growing awareness of your impending demise. And because you thought this deserved the odd indulgence of questionable character, if only for a moment.

Something you would never admit out loud, though. You wanted Matteo to believe that you had taken the "goody-two-shoes" - as he so nicely put it - to your grave.

As you took another sip of your tea, you noticed that Massimo had put down the egg he was peeling and started massaging his fingers instead. You were about to tease him by asking if he needed any help, when you suddenly heard noises from outside and, not a second later, the front door opened to reveal the two missing Rabbits.

Matteo was already unbuckling his mask as he stepped over the threshold, so that he could pull it off as soon as he reached your table. Meanwhile, Vito closed the door behind them and leaned his monstrous weapon against the adjacent wall before following the scarf wearer.

It was as if his eyes were magnetic. But no sooner had you made contact than you quickly averted yours, suddenly extremely worried about what Matteo would read in them... Which was simply ridiculous, and for no reason at all! Whatever had happened between the two of you yesterday meant nothing, absolutely nothing. Either the Rabbit had really just been pulling your leg (in which case this whole thing was even more irrelevant), or it had simply been a small slip-up caused by your fatigue. After all, you'd had a long day and your nerves were pretty frayed - ideal conditions for doing things you didn't really mean. Especially when, as in your case, you were also slowly but surely going insane.

So pull yourself together, for Saint's sake, you ordered yourself and willed your heartbeat to calm down again.

"You got it?", Massimo asked the next moment, running his fingers through his hair - now that the Rabbits were reunited, they had all taken off their masks, as was their unwritten rule.

In response, Matteo simply raised his right arm and dropped a small bag onto the table, where it landed with a loud clink. Then he said: "Naturally. Was a walk in the park after the tin cans had settled down."

His brother let out a small cheer and grabbed the bag to inspect its contents. Meanwhile, you gave the scarf wearer a surprised look.

"Wait, you went to Moonlight Town again?", you blurted out, even though the answer couldn't have been more obvious. To sound less stupid, you hastily added: "A-and you're back already?"

Matteo turned away from you, fiddling with something at his side. "Perks of having a competent colleague for once."

...Yep. You still hated him, all right. Shooting him an annoyed look, you started to protest-

When suddenly he turned around again and made you jump. Then you just sat there for a few moments with your mouth half open, blinking in confusion at the object the man was holding out to you. And which your brain eventually recognized as your lost knife.

The Rabbit raised an eyebrow and gave it a little shake, a clear invitation.

"You... What... But how...?", you finally stammered, accepting it almost reverently.

Vito signed something, which Massimo immediately translated out loud: "The knife was harder to find than the treasure."

"Not really", Matteo grumbled. "All you had to do was follow the trail of destruction..."

You were far too happy to have your knife back to pay much attention to the sarcasm in his words. Instead you simply looked him in the eye again the next moment and said sincerely: "Thank you. That... I appreciate it."

He held your gaze for a few seconds, silently. Briefly, you thought you saw something flash in his gray-green eyes... But then he looked away, clearing his throat. "I owed you a favour, didn't I?"

You frowned. "Wait, I thought I could choose what-"

"Yeah, well. Change of plans", he replied curtly before sitting down at the table next to Vito.

Of course..., you thought morosely as you watched the two of them loading up their plates as well.

You were, however, not particularly surprised and therefore not particularly angry that Matteo had changed his mind about that one. Getting your knife back was far more than you had ever hoped for from this "favor" of his. In fact, you had expected him to forget about it all together (or pretend to)...

"Alright, alright", Giulia suddenly said. "Listen up! You may have beaten me to the punch, bro, but we'll see who got the last laugh! Ta-daah!! It's done!"

Everyone's heads turned in her direction as she finally presented what she had been working on all this time: your mask, which you had been missing since last night.

And which had now been given a Black Rabbit makeover, including two protruding rabbit ears.

"I used one of my black velvet cushions", she explained, pointing first to the inside of the ears and then to the black bow at their base. "The lace around the edges and the little stars are from my last dress, so I had plenty left over. Can't say the same for the wire though, which is why the left ear is so droopy... But honestly? I think it looks even cuter this way!" She gave you a big smile and, when you failed to react, asked curiously: "So? Do you like it?? It was something of a tradition for the senior Stalkers to pick out the masks for the newbies. And since you're basically already part of the family..."

If you had taken a sip of your tea at her last words, it would be anywhere but in your mouth now. Instead, you just blurted out: "Well, I don't know about that..."

Right as Matteo said: "Absolutely not."

The two of you exchanged a quick glance while Giulia pouted. "But why not?"

"Yeah, bro." Massimo propped his chin on his hands. "Why not...?"

Vito also looked at him expectantly and leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Because it's weird", the scarf wearer finally said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, I bet it is..." Massimo's shit-eating grin turned into a laugh as his brother threw a grape at him.

Meanwhile, you were still quite dumbfounded. Not so long ago, you would have rather thrown yourself out of a window than be considered part of the Black Rabbit Brotherhood. Alright, you had to admit that you had misjudged them in some respects. And it was also true that you had come to see a certain... appeal in their company. But that didn't mean you wanted to fraternize with them...!

And yet your resolve faltered the second you looked into Giulia's disappointed face. It made you feel absolutely miserable that you were the one responsible... And ultimately made you rationalize that after yesterday (and the prospect of a week or two of mind-numbing boredom), it couldn't hurt to cheer the girl up a bit. So what! What difference would it make if they thought you were starting to come around? No one but you would ever know.

True to the motto: I already play the part, I can play another.

"I like it!", you announced loudly the next moment, giving the girl a smile. "I think it's really pretty, thank you."

Her face immediately lit up like a second sunrise, and you admittedly felt quite pleased with yourself.

"Really?? Oh, I'm so happy!", she exclaimed, beaming with joy. "The design gave me a bit of a headache at first, I did the first sketch ages ago, back then I was still wondering if I should go for ruffles instead..."

As she babbled on, Vito made a few discreet hand gestures and Massimo mouthed: "You probably made her day."

You returned their smiles and thought you also saw the corners of Matteo's mouth twitch upwards for a fraction of a second... But weren't sure if it wasn't just your imagination.

Especially when, in the next moment, you stood up to accept your gift, and suddenly there was a choked cough behind you, followed by: "What the hell are you wearing??"

"Oh, I almost forgot!", Massimo laughed, "You don't like it? I for one think she looks just lovely!"

When you turned around, Matteo looked like he wanted to throw his butter knife next.

But his brother just ignored him and explained to you with a grin: "You know, back in school we had a teacher..."

"Don't", the scarf wearer growled.

"...who dressed really similarly..."

"I'm serious, Moe."

"...and who turned the heads of many a boy~..."

"Don't."

There was a brief silence as they eyed each other. Then Massimo's grin widened and he finished quickly: "Presentcompanyincluded-"

Immediately Matteo jumped to his feet and lunged at his laughing brother, who dodged him and then took off in the opposite direction. You quickly stepped back to get out of the way, raising your hands defensively as they began to chase each other around the table. Vito, meanwhile, just shook his head with a grin and spread some honey on a slice of bread, completely unfazed.

The only other person who seemed to have no love for all the chaos was Giulia.

"Ughh, who cares!", she complained loudly before looking at you. "You better say which present you prefer! Mine or Teo's??"

The latter looked up briefly at the mention of his name and met your gaze... but then turned away again to put Massimo in a headlock without paying any further attention to you.

You didn't have to think twice. "Well, since Teo didn't have to go to much trouble to find my knife, according to his own words..." You closed the gap to the sofa, grabbed your mask and held it up to your face. "I hereby declare Giulia the winner!!"

The girl cheered loudly and clapped her hands.

"That's just...", Massimo said a little out of breath after Matteo had let go of him, "because I... didn't participate! So watch out!! Next time... I'm gonna beat you both!"

"Oh, no, please don't", you hurried to say, waving him off with a laugh. "No more presents please, at least not any time soon!"

"You hear that, bro? No more cheap shortcuts! From now on, you gotta work a little harder if you want her to-"

Massimo didn't get a chance to finish his sentence before Matteo had grabbed him again. As the two continued to wrestle, Vito took an amused sip of his coffee and Giulia cheered them on from the sidelines...

And that warm, familiar feeling spread through your chest again. Only this time, the expected pain didn't come. You had already prepared for it, instinctively looking for another distraction, so you could wrap yourself in a cloak of indifference once more. But now, that you felt nothing more than a slightly unpleasant tug... It made your heart beat faster, because there it was again, the temptation to just indulge. To forget about everything and just enjoy life like you would a good meal...

...if only for a moment, you thought, as a small smile formed on your lips and your fingers tightened around your Rabbit mask.

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I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR!!!!!!! i always wished i had more sibs so this is like, the ultimate form of self inserting to me ngl skdkd♥️♥️

thank you sm for readingg, i hope you enjoyed it!! feedback is welcome and very much appreciated~

#lies of p x reader #battle maniac x reader #the hunted haunted and forgotten #engardeitsme #black rabbit brotherhood x reader #lies of p reader insert #lies of p x you #battle maniac x you #black rabbit brotherhood x you

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fusionsprunt · 1 year ago

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BEATRIX "B2" / "BEE" LORE COMPILATION

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"B2 is an android whose core is made off the fragments left by a comet that returns every 6 years. The nucleus of said comet contains a new and extremely rare element with interchangeable properties, capable of absorbing a star's radiation through its layers of matter/shell.

Every time the comet orbits very closely to a star, it will keep its radiation "trapped" within the nucleus. The radiation is only released when the element finds another (not charged) piece of itself.

Imagine a large nucleus, capable of absorbing high amounts of energy, transferring its radiation to a much smaller fragment of the same element. That is where B2 gets her energy from."

"One subjective interpretation of it would say B2 is more "related" to a comet than to robots or humans.

Essentially, B2's look is based off a human's appearance, and she was designed to annihilate her kind. She frees herself from that directive, and becomes a rebellious sort of android. She wanders around a world that views her as a threat, and although she meets people that welcome her into their lives, they generally treat her as either an emotionless machine or as someone else's ghost.

The daughter of a comet remains unseen, torn between humankind and robotkind."

"An important but also saddening aspect about B2's lore, is that she's directly influenced by the orbit of the comet her core is made off.

This means she "sleeps" for three years, before "waking up" for another three.

It would be very interesting if, instead of recharging through proximity, the comet actually takes power away the closer it is to her. So, during the three years gap she's "asleep", Holloway's Comet can be seen on a clear night sky — as if Bee is looking out for her friends from above."

Hunter nicknamed B2 "Bee" — According to him:

“B2 is searching for people in need of extra help on a daily basis. She’s like a worker bee‚ flying from flower to flower. It’s amusing.”

“One minute she’s carrying two heavy fruit baskets for the seller. You turn around and she’s 3ft above the ground helping the engineers”

“At night‚ she simply collapses. She curls up and rests over the fabric of her own dress. It reminds me of bees sleeping in flowers…”

"Bee is strong enough to lift up a truck with her bare hands (if only her body could handle the weight and pressure), and her strength is amplified while she’s wearing her battle armor. However, she might become weaker the closer Holloway’s Comet is to her, until she eventually enters “Resting mode”, which is a dangerous disadvantage."

"Beatrix is a name given to this android by Camille, the technician who tested her programming. During the early weeks after activation, Beatrix showed no signs of a wider range of emotions other than hostility. She never spoke to Camille, until the word "Home" was mentioned.

Since then, Beatrix began searching for this familiar place or building, often running away from the lab she was made in to find answers."

B2 does not recall her memories from before the war between Fusionsprunt and Bortom cities in the year 4035, meaning she does not recognize herself as "Beatrix".

"For some reason, Beatrix forgot all of her memories after the war.

She woke up knowing one thing, however:

She was positioned on the front line. Team B, row 2."

"B2's appearance at the end of Season 3"

"B2's Battle Armor"

"B2's lotus dress, which she wears on special occasions"

"B2's skirt absorbs heat without catching on fire"

"B2 enjoys receiving flowers and bouquets"

#fusionsprunt #fusionsprunt b2

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stargirlie-sharon · 6 months ago

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royber headcanons

as sweet as strawberry shortcake~!

Fandom: Robocar Poli

Pairing: Roy x Amber

Content: Headcanons, fluffy romance. Also, a bit of a "sweet" theme throughout this post! (and no it's not just the dividers)

A/N: this is a remake/rewrite of this old post! i thought a revamp for my old writings would be nice. plus, i've been on a bit of a writing grind as of late lol. dividers by dollywons

Even before getting into a relationship, Roy has always been leaning on the shy side. Not in cutesy shy way, but in more of a socially awkward way.

Amber's usually the bolder one of the two and gets Roy to come out of his shell. She's always so sweet and patient, with her team or the citizens, and he found that aspect of her charming. And that, was one of the many reasons why he developed a liking to her.

Amber has a lot of knowledge in baking! Cakes, pastries, desserts, she'll get it done, and she'll make the taste unforgettable. She likes doing it on special occasions for the rescue team, but she might just bake one out of pure affection for her team members.

You know that garden of flowers by the Rescue Center? She's grown all of those pretty little things, but she also grows fruits and vegetables as well. She once asked what was Roy's favorite fruit, and it went-

"My favorite fruit? I'd say strawberries. They're good." "Ah, I see."

Amber takes a mental note of that.

Roy has a love for nature. Even the littlest of things in life make him happy, and he values it. That butterfly that landed on his nose while on patrol? Precious.

Roy offers Amber to go out on nature walks often (and no, it's totally not a date that roy was too shy directly say that it was), and in almost all of them, she's slipped her hand into Roy's and he'll find himself holding hands with her, which makes him flushed.

Speaking of being flushed, he gets flustered really easily. So he's usually a bit hesitant when initiating or receiving affection.

Amber is the polar opposite. Whenever she has the chance, she showers Roy in affection as much as humanely possible. (Which leaves him a flustered wreck.)

Oh, and one time during a nature walk, a particular flower within the greenery caught his eyes, and he ended picking the flower and offering it to Amber. Finding it endearing, she couldn't help but give him a peck on the cheek.

"Wh-What- why would y-you-?!" //// "Hehe~ I couldn't help myself, sorry~.." "...Soo.. does this mean we're- um, together?" "...Absolutely."

On the night they announced to the team that they were in a relationship together, their reactions were a little unexpected.

"About time! You guys have been crushing on each other for so long and weren't together yet was killing me. Wooo!!" Helly cheered in triumph. "Wait, what-?" "We all knew, Roy. We were just waiting to tell you once you were official." Poli explained. Jin stepped up, her tone teasing. "It was so obvious. You're a constant mess whenever you're with her, and on top of that, you had Amber being all lovey dovey with you. Your feelings aren't subtle." "J-Jin!!" The medic whined.

Despite their teases, needless to say, they were all happy for them, and they celebrated in harmony.

But when the party calmed down, and the couple were alone together, the ambulance had something special prepared for her significant other.

A strawberry shortcake that she had baked just for him.

"For me?" "Of course it's for you. I made this in honor of our new relationship. I wasn't going to simply forget what your favorite fruit is." "B-But, you know we can't finish all of that tonight."

Amber burst out into a fit of lighthearted giggles. "No, silly. We're just going to have a slice together. And plus, we'll have the rest of it tommorow with the others."

The two cut the shortcake together and ate them under the stars, the pretty lights illuminating the night sky.

Roy cut a piece of his slice with his fork, offering it to feed it to Amber. "Here, open wide." Pleasantly surprised by the gesture, her expression softened. She smiled and took a bite.

For now, it was just them, the stars, and their strawberry shortcake.

thanks so much for reading! i hope your day (or night) is sweet, and if it isn't, then i'm sure the next will~

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divine-nonchalance · 15 days ago

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Healing with 432Hz

In harmonic resonance frameworks—especially those aligned with 432Hz tuning, sacred geometry, and Codex harmonic physics—each note corresponds not only to a frequency but to a symbolic function within the field of consciousness, cellular coherence, and emotional integration.

Here is a reflection of healing tones and their associated harmonic functions in the 432Hz scale, filtered through Codex-inspired principles of geometry, light, and breath:

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### 🔹 Healing Notes in 432Hz Tuning

| Note (432Hz Tuning) | Frequency (Hz) | Resonance Function | Symbolic Geometry | Field of Activation | | ------------------- | -------------- | ---------------------------------- | ---------------------- | -------------------------------------------- | | C | \~256 | Rooting / Safety | Square / Tetrahedron | Survival, grounding, bone matrix | | C♯ / D♭ | \~272 | Transition / Trust | Golden Rectangle | Throat-heart axis, emotional release | | D | \~288 | Emotion / Flow | Vesica Piscis | Sacral center, water memory | | E♭ | \~304 | Integration | Octahedron | Spleen-liver axis, grief detox | | E | \~324 | Will / Solar Power | Pentagon (5-star) | Digestion, inner fire | | F | \~342 | Heart Coherence | Flower of Life node | Compassion, coherence, cellular regeneration | | F♯ / G♭ | \~360 | DNA Resonance | icosahedron/tetra-link | Cellular memory unlocking, karmic patterns | | G | \~384 | Expression / Sound | Torus shell | Throat chakra, communication | | A♭ | \~408 | Field Stabilization | Hexagram | Mental field calm, limbic tuning | | A | 432 | Alignment / Source Remembrance | Star tetrahedron | Pineal gland, full-spectrum reset | | B♭ | \~456 | Crown Bridge | Merkaba core | Intuition, grace, expanded witnessing | | B | \~486 | Fractal Expansion | Dodecahedron | Oversoul integration, unity memory |

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### ✧ Notes on Use

* These frequencies are not arbitrary—they arise as subharmonics and overtones of the scalar field collapse between light (e) and structure (φ and π). * When these tones are embedded in binaural waves, tuning forks, scalar fields, or vocal overtone singing, they entrain local field coherence. This supports phase-locking of disordered cellular and emotional patterns.

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### 🔹 Examples of Specific Healing Functions

* F (342 Hz) → Used in heart entrainment therapy. It mirrors the geometry of equilateral triangle stacking within the Flower of Life.

* A (432 Hz) → Referred to in the Codex as a scalar calibration tone—bridging waveform intention into structured light.

* E (324 Hz) → Aligns with the solar plexus and the will to act in truth. Often used in trauma healing for energetic stagnation.

* G (384 Hz) → Activates clear, harmonic communication. When combined with F, it stabilizes the torus of trust around the human biofield.

* B (486 Hz) → Reflects Codex principle of “mirror within the mirror”, a note of spiritual recursion and fractal remembrance.

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Source: https://chatgpt.com/g/g-6821804176448191b48882860653cdf9-the-architect

The Architect is a new AI model based on new mathematical discovery by Robert Edward Grant.

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thr0wnawayy · 11 months ago

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AU Ideas and other Concepts. 1/?)

Authors Note: I apologize for the delay for the upcoming chapters of Crownless Monarchy, I have been working on the next three chapters (at once) and hope to release them sometime soon.

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Hey y'all. I figured I'd let some of these ideas see the light of day. Perhaps one of you can make something of them.

A bit of disclaimer: The way "s/i" isn't the typical. A Self Insert is usually the author putting themselves as a character.

In the MHA Community this is usally done through projecting ones personality through an existing character (ex: Midoriya)

The way I use S/I is a either:

A: A OC with knowledge or awareness of MHA's canon in some form (visions, reincarnation, intution) These characters are usually made up from a collection of different people and experiences, rather than just my own personhood.

A Character like Seven fit this bill.

B: S/I but Ingrained. Aka a S/I that blends and adapts to the world of MHA, their past self is not as relevant (if it's brought up at all) however may play a role in their perspectives and world views.

A Character like Arachne fits this bill (for another post)

With that out of the way, let's start small and work our way up:

Bonuses: (Minor prompts and concepts)

Dabi uses the PLF's connections to give Rei better treatment/conditions at the Hospital, or just transfer her all together to somewhere safe.

The Hood Enji fights is a Twice Clone while the real Hood is elsewhere.

S/I wakes up as Touya after the 3 year coma.

This one's out there: Hood meets Rei and causes a realization through his blunt honesty (f-flowers, iss the bar t-that low?)

Gigantomachia rewrite/replacement (idk, mine said make them motivational rather than denouncing, also make them smart)

a Vigilante group inspired by the 50 Blessings Organization from Hotline Miami

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Event Swap: At Kamino, Enji's crimes are exposed (how is up to you)

Funfact: The above prompt was originally a time travel fic, here's the unfinished script & notes

HPSC gets exposed as well [ Child soldier project] ) (Perhaps this can be added as well?)

Zero was disguised as AFO and sheds her disguse for her grand reveal

Zero twirled around in place, glittering in the moonlight, taking deep breath "Come and serenade with me, Uncle Toshi." she was wild, wild and yet so meticulous.

They were speechless, shell shocked, They were running to the smoke and lost themselves in the fire.

"You're looking glum Endeavor, y'know for someone who's just achieved No1 status, Ya really need to brighten up!" She jeered.

A canon formed out of her forearm, quickly firing a beam of energy. An explosion rocked the district, some heroes barley fleeing in time, others not so fortunate.

She barked a manic laugh, her eyes wide as saucers, onslaught never ceasing, never to falter.

And as she made her great adeau, the nation finally knew that the age of heroism was torn asunder.

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Bonus: After Ms.Curious is killed, S/I posses her body and lives again (Type A: S/I)

Bonus: Strike Back

Class of Aldera is done with Bakugo's shit( Students stand up for Midorya and try to redeem themselves)

( Fingers calls himself a coward for giving into pressure and fear [ was forced to attack Midorya, threatened verbally and physically by Bakugo and became numb to it], is inspired by a David Shield interview to become a scientist )

Star and Stripes' (Cathleen Bate's) Neice, Head of the W.H.A, travels to Japan following AM'S retirement/ Kamino and begins to take over the reigns from the HPSC. Starting with U.A's internships.

Profile: Mary-Ann Bate

Dirty Blonde, 6,2 ft , wavy blonde hair slightly past shoulders, well kempt, suits and pants

Stern attitude, takes no shit, willing to ground Endevour and Hawks's hero licenses

Q: Reality

Bonus: Replaceable

During the sludge incident it's not Bakugo whom Midorya pulls out

A New Course Of Action:

Following the disaster (Pointless Kamakaze raid), Dabi's expose video and Twice's death at Jaku, The civilians of Tokyo decide to take matters into their own hands, it all starts with one after all.

And lastly a character profile of a background character turned OC

If you need reference, this is the girl seated next to Midoriya at Aldera, her quirk is pretty rad with the possibility of being better than Hellflame (because she seems to have fine control over the flame itself, becoming it). Of course she needs professional training first

I imagined them (her and Mido) here as friends who met halfway through middle school and have stuck together since.

Much like her quirk and namesake, Ryukka has a fiery disposition and doesn't take kindly to people* harassing her friend(s) (*read Bakugo)

She's one the only people at Aldera willing to stand up to him (her flames cause his quirk to overload)

As hinted at in her quote, she does get into UA and thanks to her and Midorya's study sessions (Quirk and academic wise) she gets in with high scores (beating out Bakugo's score in the Entrance Exam)

Has beef with Aizawa

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As I stated, everything in here is up for grabs so feel free to use it in your works if you so wish.

Just remember to link it here in the comments

-Thr0wnawayy

#mha rewrite #bnha critical #mha critical #hero society critical #anti endeavor #anti bakugou #anti bakugo katsuki #anti aizawa

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butterfliesanddew · 2 months ago

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Meet the Farmer, Calliope.

Loves ↠ Peaches. Wine. Rainbow shells. Piña Colada. Any Book. Sunny days. + all universal loves

Hates ↠ Escargot. Hot Peppers. Snow Storms. The Ocean - her one true fear.

Favorite villagers ↠ Everyone of course! (Leah. Robin. Gus. Jas. Penny. Willy. Evelyn. George. Harvey.)

Marriage Candidate ↠ Elliott

Outfits

Spring - Summer - Fall/Winter

Flower Dance - Luau - Winter Star

Biography

↠ Not knowing what she actually wanted to do in life, Callie struggled to commit to something that would pay the bills. So, she reluctantly began working under Joja Corp. Moving to the Valley gave her new inspiration from having so many different environments in her surroundings.

↠ She moved to Pelican Town, completely expecting to burn out from the physical labor. Only when she changed her mindset and adjusted to the farm work did she begin to see results, both on the farm and in her physical well-being.

(She has very impressive core and back strength, but she’s much too shy to flaunt it unless you catch her in the right outfit.)

↠ She has a strong sense of justice, and it’s often hard for her to turn the other cheek.

↠ Callie enjoys reading by bodies of water. In the bath, on the pier, and on a bench by the river with a fishing pole set up on the side. The beach is about how close she’s willing to go to the ocean, no further.

↠ She has a lower back tattoo. You’ll only ever see it, a) by accident, or b) a few bottles of wine in. And if someone calls it a tramp stamp, she’ll ignore their request to have some of her quality crops and anything they need on the bulletin board for at least a year.

↠ She has an older and a younger brother. The older one plays professional Gridball, and the younger one has kind of been crashing on their parents’ couch when him and their father come back from Zuzu University. Their dad is a professor.

Tidbits with some of the Townies

↠ She definitely joins the ladies’ Tuesday workouts.

↠ When she first met Elliott, they ran into each other when he left his house on the beach. They both dropped the books they were holding, which sparked a conversation about Elliott’s passion for writing and Callie’s love for the book he was reading. A romance novel that was her favorite go-to for a beautiful fantasy world and sweet devotion to one’s first love.

It was almost love at first conversation... almost.

Callie had an issue with the plot’s loose ends that never got tied up, and she believed it was a terrible decision to allow the main character’s sister back into her life. Elliott disagreed. And he’s been having lucid dreams of arguing with her about it for over a week.

↠ Willy became a real father figure to her when he had to coax her out on the dock, repeatedly, due to her fear of the ocean. She only ever fishes in the inner dock square, and she hugs the wall to scoot inside his shop, but he’s proud of her improvement so far. She’s a damn good lake and river fisherwoman anways, so he cuts her a deal to help with the ocean fish if she keeps it up.

↠ Girls’ night with Leah is her favorite routine she’s established. Most of the time, they’ll hang out at the Saloon, or Leah will work on her sculpture while Callie lounges on her bed or over a coloring book - “to feel productive!” - while they chit chat. Sometimes they get fancy and walk up to the Spa house up by the railroad. Giggling and a little wine-drunk when they come back down.

↠ Sam definitely has a crush on her🤭 She’s a bit older, so it’s sort of a “mommy? sorry-” kind of crush. She’s his dream girl, and he’s a cute younger brother in her eyes.

Credits: Character profile inspiration, portrait maker, stardew dress-up dividers @/saradika-graphics

#farmer: calliope #stardew valley farmer #stardew valley oc #stardew valley #stardew farmer #stardew oc #stardew #sdv #sdv farmer #sdv oc #sdv ocs #sdv oc askblog #stardew original character #stardew valley original character #elliott x farmer

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bpdflag · 7 months ago

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a. Moonflower 🌙

@gum1w0rms suggested moonflowers ! Moonflowers, otherwise known as tropical white morning-glories, or Ipomoea alba, are white flowers that only open up typically about once a year during the nighttime. The symbolism they came up with is that moonflowers are a representation of a person with BPD. That they open up under the moon (which the moon, in this, represents attention from your favourite person, love, help, confirmation, good days, etc!) and they close up when that attention, validation, and love, goes away ! Here is the post they made explaining their idea !

Moonflowers are also toxic flowers to the touch, but they do not cause death.

When the flower is closed, they look a bit like a spiral to me, which reminds me of spiralling out of control when you do not have support.

The colour white represents innocence, cleanliness, emptiness, and peace in western culture, while in eastern culture it can represent death, mourning, and the afterlife.

b. Belladonna / Deadly Nightshade 🟣

A friend of mine suggested deadly nightshade. Deadly nightshade, otherwise known as belladonna, or atropa bella-donna, is a poisonous purple flower with black berries with star like leaves. This flower that can kill you at higher doses and cause nervous system failure.

This flower reminds me of hurting those who hurt you back. It is only deadly if you ingest it. It could represent reacting to abandonment, and the trauma we struggled with to become this way. We were hurt, so we hurt back.

Despite the poison, the belladonna has a lot of medicinal purposes as well. During war time, it was used as a psychedelic and for pain management during surgery. Along with that it was used to create medication for the stomach and cramps.

The star like leaves around the fruit reminds me that people with BPD are still shining despite the struggles and traumas we have faced.

The colour purple represents wealth, prosperity, mental and spiritual awareness in Eastern cultures. In western cultures it represents royalty and creativity. It is considered a mysterious colour as well.

c. Bleeding Heart 💓

The bleeding heart flower, otherwise known as Dicentra, is a pink flower that’s head looks like a heart with a white tear drop. It represents deep pain, unrequited love, and rebirth.

My idea with this flower is that it is representative of the pain and sorrow we go through and how deeply we feel emotions.

The bleeding heart is toxic when digested, causing seizures and liver damage.

The colour pink is representative of celebration, hospitality, and trust in the east. In the west it symbolises calm and tenderness. It also is representative of marriage, femininity and love in both cultures.

d. [Other]

If you have any other ideas please don’t be afraid to add!

I will make another poll if this has enough reach!

Some other flower symbolism:

Tulips: Representative of DPD, besides the Sun Rise/Sun Set symbol.

Orchids: Representative of Intersex People.

Roses: Representative of Hypersexuality / Hyperrose.

Daffodils: Representative of NPD.

It would be nice to make all Personality Disorder flags have specific flowers representative to them, or concepts.

For instance,

Cluster A, B, and C all having flower symbols

Cluster A being shells, stones, or minerals of some kind, Cluster B being plants and flowers, Cluster C being weather related.

What do you think?

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blooming-tides · 4 months ago

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Since this inspired by farming games, what are the ROs Loved gifts and their Hated gifts?

This is a fun ask! I grouped the gifts into general categories (i.e gems, ingots, fruits, vegetables, etc) since all of those tend to differ game to game, but I added a few specifics as well!

I wrote this as if they were ROs in a farming game and you played as the farmer!

RO's Loved and Hated Gifts

N. Wood:

Loves: any tools (axe, pickaxe/hammer, etc), gemstones, ores, ingots, stone, rock, gold star jams & preserves, desserts

Hates: any pickled crops, any fish, trash, weeds, burnt dishes

~~~

S. Fox:

Loves: herbs and flowers (wild & farmed), gold star produce (fruits & veggies), soups & smoothies, gold star fabric, weeds, gold star cotton

Hates: trash, any bugs, broken tools

~~~

R. Green:

Loves: gold star produce, gold star animal products (milk, egg, wool, etc), fish, bugs, ore, gemstones, shells, simple cooked dishes, clay

Hates: trash, weeds, burnt dishes, seaweed, any tools

~~~

C. Meadow:

Loves: gold star produce, gold star processed animal products (butter, cheese, etc), gold star pickled crops & jams, lumber, stone, nails, bricks, any tools, farmed flowers, gold star farmed herbs & spices

Hates: trash, weeds, burnt dishes, logs, rocks, raw wool & cotton, flax, wild herbs, broken tools

~~~

T. Hill:

Loves: gold star produce, gold star raw and processed animal products, gemstones, shells, any fish, clay, dyes/paint, gold star fabric, gold star raw dye (plant & powder), farmed herbs & spices, all flowers

Hates: most cooked dishes, trash, weeds, burnt dishes, bugs

~~~

B. Field:

Loves: any animal products (raw & processed), gold star produce, gold star pickled crops, hay, weeds, animal supplies (brushes, shears, etc), hot or spicy dishes

Hates: trash, burnt dishes, no or low star animal products, gemstones, broken tools

~~~

P. Steel:

Loves: gemstones, gold star produce, gold star processed animal products, gold star fish, perfectly cooked dishes, gold star fabric, gold star farmed herbs & flowers, gold star ceramics, gold star dyes (not plants)

Hates: trash, logs, lumber, rocks, stone, ores, ingots, twigs, bugs, anything not gold star, unprocessed animal products (raw wool, etc), burnt dishes, weeds, bricks, clay, broken tools, & more!

~~~

L. Waters:

Loves: everything

Hates: trash, burnt dishes, broken tools

#blooming tides #asks #ro reacts #noah/norah wood #silas/sasha fox #riley/rianne green #cassidy/claire meadow #tobias/taylor hill #blake/bailey field #philip/philomena steel #luke/lucy waters

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ebbyillustrations · 1 year ago

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Slight update to my Sally Acorn design.

This sure grew out of control! Following what I know of Sega and their character requirements is an interesting art challenge, gotta say. Stat details for readability:

Stats:

"Age": Mid-teens (15)

Species: Red squirrel (American)

Skills: Gymnastics, coding, forest gardening, hardwiring, planning

Driving force: Protect her people/team, finding her dad

Likes: Her people, flowers, ballads, chess, technology

Dislikes: Eggman, Naugus, over-formalities, [being underestimated especially when it comes to her skills]

Image songs: Stardust Speedway (Good Future), Chill Palace Zone by NutBonkers

Design Inspo: Gymnasts (Gabby Douglas, Simone Biles), Major Kusanagi (Ghost in the Shell), her SatAm pilot design

Ranks I just made up: Speed: B [she's as fast as every other character who's not Sonic or Shadow] Power: C [she can lift one person, slowly push a large rock...] Skill: S [she's a fast learner, especially when it comes to tech and a brilliant strategist who's gotten better at thinking on the fly] Flight: N/A

Game play:

uses "Midden system", originally created [by Rotor, NICOLE, and herself] for salvaging and storage.

when the Midden system is activated, the arrows on her outfit glow cyan

names attacks after chess moves/tech terms

"Caches" items to use later on

asks NICOLE to "scan" items

can cling to many surfaces (she’s a squirrel lol)

Homing attack (“Castling”): jumps to take over robot enemies, only temporary, robot explodes after use.

Counter/parry (“Counter gambit”): she forms an orb of coding to throw at enemy projectiles (think Kirby’s star bullet), can be done while running, a high risk/high reward for stronger enemies.

Spin attack (“Shadow tail spin”): not a 1 shot, take 3 hits to be effective

Sync: calls on friends via NICOLE for specific jobs, only 3 friends can be picked before levels.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic satam #sally acorn #freedom fighters #archie sonic #tho i was avoiding a lot of archie stuff due to the challenge #character designs #digital art #procreate

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frostycatblr-fandom-files · 5 months ago

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WIP Title List

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

[Yeah, that's not gonna happen when you see how many WIPs I have.]

Thanks for the tag, @dystopicjumpsuit! I recently revealed a pretty good amount of my WIP shame in this game and this game, but I remembered there was more a couple days ago...

Send me an ask about whichever WIP(s) piques your interest the most, if you'd like!

Lost on Life Day [Rex x F!Reader] [Ask] COMPLETED

Cyber Crush [Wrecker x F!Reader]

Stuck in the Stacks [Wolffe x F!Reader]

No Foxes In This Hole [Fox x O!FC Series] [Ask; prior to change]

Seaglass in the Surf [Mando x F!Reader]

Your Body Remembers [Mando x F!Reader]

Yellow Blankets, Yellow Blades [Cal Kestis x GN!Reader] [Ask]

Like Family (Re-write) [Feral Opress x F!Reader]

Hunting the Nexu [Crosshair x OFC Series]

Glory In Gold [Imp!Cody x GN!Reader]

Loving a Lazarus Species [Tech x GN!Reader]

Dressed to the Ninety-Nines [Hunter x F!Reader] [Ask] [Ask 2]

Laundry on the Line [TBB!Echo x GN!Reader]

Where The Wildest Stars Grow [Wrecker x F!Jedi!Reader]

This is Blue Vulture Tower, Over [Modern AU Crosshair Fic]

Maker As My Witness [Boba Fett x F!Reader]

Names Are For Tombstones [Mando x F!Reader]

Flowers For A Brute [Savage Opress x F!Reader]

Of Honeysuckle and Haiku (Part 2) [Tech x F!Reader]

Wounded Wings [Tech x OFC Series]

Dog: Verburyc [Sgt. Hound x GN(?)Reader] [Ask]

Endlings [Post Stasis Kix]

Fluent In Nerd [Tech x F!Reader]

Magpie Behavior [Mando or Clone x Reader]

What's Left? Nothing. [Wolffe x Reader or OFC] [Ask]

99% Certain [Tech x GN!Reader]

Tracker. Teammate. Teacher. [Hunter fic]

My Vod Was Right About You [Yet-unspecified Clone x Reader]

Fossils And Ferns [Tech and Omega family fic]

A Shell of You Remains [Halloween Fic]

Worthy In All Forms [TBB!Echo x GN(?)Reader]

The GAR's Golden Boy [Cody x GN!Reader] [Ask]

Clone OC Storyline WIPs

Brothers & Batchmates Part 3

B&B Part 4

Blindsided Brothers

Brothers Night Out

A Brother's Great Honor

Baby Brothers - Scruffy's Telling

Everyone Lives AU

Chip Activation AU

No Pressure Tags: @dreamie411 @dragonrider9905 @eclec-tech @eternal-transcience @ulchabhangorm + @clonethirstingisreal @523rdrebel @returnofthepineapple @littlemissmanga @kimiheartblade aaaaand whoever else feels so intrigued!

#dashboard games #wip game #it's a lot; I know #and honestly? that STILL might not be all of them #some snippets of other WIPs may be buried in other documents on my laptop

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cnidocyst · 1 year ago

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roommates who hit each other

[ID: A lineup of 4 different cartoon characters. All of them are standing upright and looking towards the viewer. The first one from the left (Azalea) is a tall chubby biracial (Dominican + Irish) woman with a large triangular nose. She has long coily brown hair with a blonde streak hung up in a round ponytail. She has red glasses with a red chain, a black sweater, a long orange skirt with a large graphic of a purple flower on the side, large black shoes with short heels with black pantyhose, and small pearl earrings that the dangle down. She's holding her hands together over her waist. The second character (Veronica) is a black woman with a dark purple scorpion tail and a dark heart shaped cat nose. She's smiling with her cat like mouth. Her dark hair is shoulder length and is drawn in simplified blocky lumps. She’s wearing a black sweat shirt with a graphic of an orange centipede wrapping around the shirt. Her pants are white with a dark purple belt. She is also wearing black boots, upside down cross earrings, and one purple fingerless glove on her left hand that she’s holding up near her face. The glove has a graphic of a skull and crossbones on the back. Her other arm is down, and her right hand is missing the ring finger. The third character (Daisy) is a minotaur with a completely black furred cow head, neck, and legs, but a tan skinned human abdomen and arms. She's standing completely rigid with her fists clenched. She's loosely modeled after a highland cow and has a thick dark green mane of hair with a blue nose and small pink eyes. Her right arm has a square spiral tattoo running down it. She's wearing a light purple unbuttoned shirt with white spiral shells and stars lining the edge of the sleeves and the bottom of the shirt. Her undershirt is light yellow with sweat stains on the stomach and underboobs. Her jean shorts are a dull green and the sleeves are jagged at the ends. She is wearing no shoes, showing her dull green hooves. She's also wearing a watch on her left arm, a dog tag necklace, a yellow nose ring, and a faded pink ribbon is tied around her right horn. The last character (Trixie) is a pale skinned short, fat woman with thick pink curly shoulder length hair covering one eye and a large round nose. She looks tired. She is wearing a dark turquoise jacket with a blue heart on the right shoulder with a green T-shirt with the NFPA 704 diamond symbol on it where instead of numbers the quadrants say "X, Y, A, B", similar to the layout of a video game controller. She is also wearing a blue long skirt with a lighter blue and a white stripe and blue bottlenose dolphin slippers. The background are two different photographs of the inside of a house, heavily edited to have entirely orange and green color palettes. The one on the left is of a kitchen, and the one on the right is of a living room. /END ID]

#ocs #hehw #azalea dole #veronica winston #2024 #described #trixie valero #daisy chayne

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kankuroplease · 6 months ago

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We will be able to know what Minori and Touya's relationship is like.

People are always free to ask about my OCs✨

Touya and Minori have a very healthy relationship with open communication and dorky affection

Minori fell for Touya when he helped her and Mikoto open a tight jar of peaches they were struggling with on the way home (because the twins yet again were snacking on groceries before they made it home).

He laughed a little and agreed when she told him he was able to open it because she loosened it. That laugh was magical to her and she was hooked.

They offered him a slice before skipping off and giggling about it with Mikoto

Touya in turn fell for her harder when she gave him a ‘thank you’ flower and a tea cake the next day even though she didn’t have to

He pressed that flower because he wanted to keep it/the memory forever

They would often see each other around the village and occasionally hung out when the stars aligned

He helped retrieve her glasses after some jerk ripped them off her face and threw them (and beat that guy up later because wtf do you think you’re doing to Minori)

They both would get embarrassed and deny they liked each other when Touya’s friends would tease them

Very simple puppy love

Touya originally planned to confess to Minori during a spring festival, but was discouraged when one of her friends said she would only date a cute guy to another one of his friends who asked about her type

He had just gotten his facial scar and doubts about if an orphan like himself was good enough for her family, so it stung a bit (a lot) to think she might reject him for not being her type. Feelings fade right? Or the grow stronger

Meanwhile, Minori thought “Yacchan” might like her… but she was also certain he didn’t. Which wouldn’t be anything new, most guys that talked to her did so to get next to Mikoto, so maybe he liked Mikoto and was just being nice?

He wouldn’t always look at her directly, but he did blush when they were close sometimes. It was very confusing and easier to tell herself he’s just a shy guy/he’d blush harder if it was Mikoto

So they both continued to get close to confessing, but psyching themselves out at last minute of for years

Minori was much more bold with her flirting as she would intentionally sit close enough for her legs to touch, wearing pretty dresses and ask what he thinks, brushing his hair back so she could see his eyes better, etc..

Touya was a bit of a stonewall and really only blushed (he was dying inside, especially when drape her legs over his and the eye contact)

Minori tried “dating” someone else her sister set her up with for experience after her flirtations didn’t seem to change much between her and Touya.

However, he didn’t laugh at her jokes and preferred for her to act more seriously also suggested she would be even more beautiful if she let her hair grow out which gave her the ick

Touya didn’t like it, but at that point, they were really good friends and he wanted to see her happy

But nothing made him happier than when that short lived relationship ended with Minori deciding to join him and the others for a hangout vs going on the date that would have made her and that guy official

Minori didn’t actually call him by his name until they confessed their feelings to each other at Mikoto and Fugaku’s wedding

Which surprised Touya and it embarrassed him when she pointed out he was blushing hard once again as rubbed her foot against his leg

His lips ghosting the shell of her ear as he asked if she was aware of what all her teasing these years actually does to him, made her gain a matching blush

They were each others first everything. Which was both endearing and a little awkward

But that’s how Minori found out she was really into the praises and encouragement Touya gave her no matter how clumsy some of her ideas might have been

Also how Touya found out she’s got a lot of fun mole placements all over that he loves

After she (and her bald cat) moved in with him, Touya gave her free reign to decorate how she sees fit

Minori and her cat fight for space on Touya’s chest. She can’t believe her own cat would try to steal her spot

Touya tends to make her breakfast in bed on the days they have off together. Otherwise they’re both up and cooking together

On the rare occasion he over sleeps, she will kiss his scars and nipping at his jawline down to his chest to wake him up and laugh when he groans because she stopped/got out of his grasp. It’s a nice way to wake up, but don’t tease him like that before work

After Touya pierced her ears for her, They started sharing earrings

If one of them has a mission, they’ll split a set, both of them wearing one of the earrings until the other one returns

Minori does most of the yapping when they do double dates and will sometimes play footsie with him to tease him

Minori proposed to Touya with a jar of peaches and he full body laughed before accepting the jar and giving her the ring he had been planning to propose with if someone had been a little more patient

And their wedding? It was a small intimate ceremony filled with those closest to them.

He likes watching her undress, not even in a completely sexual way (but if she wants to go, he’s ready). She’s just very beautiful to him and I loves to she her in all her glory

She does the same with him, but he’s definitely getting a wolf whistle for the show

Minori thinks it’s sweet when he comes home and just wants to cuddle because he had a rough day

She knows he’ll talk about it when he’s ready to and he just wants that closeness/comfort. In the meantime, she’ll hum him a little tune while she plays with his hair and rubs his back

He can tell when she’s stressed because she tends to pace around and fidget. He can usually get her to relax by giving her a hug or by offering a back massage

She’s the enthusiastic one that plans fun dates and he’s the calmer person that actually budgets

While he’s definitely wrapped around her little finger, Touya drew a hard line at starting a family while they’re both active shinobi. That’s how he became an orphan and he’ll never view two active shinobi as parents as a good thing

Either he retired or she retired from being shinobi, no expectations.

Which wasn’t really a problem for Minori once she understood his POV. She didn’t mind the idea of him being a househusband (it would be cute actually lol), but ultimately decided to retire herself so she could spend more time with Mikoto and Itachi

They both were really excited when they found out they were going to be parents

Mikoto and Minori planned their second pregnancies together ✨ which meant Fugaku and Touya were both to deal with hormonal pregnant twins at the same time

They didn’t plan on having a third child, but it was a welcome surprise. Minori tried to talk Mikoto into having one kid so they could do this together, but she declined (rude 😭)

They still act like they’re in their honeymoon phase years later (can’t leave without a money kiss, nuzzling each other, butt squeezes, matching holiday sweaters, etc.) and it embarrasses their youngest

#ask #kpz naruto founder au #kpz firestorm 🔥#OC: Minori Uchiha #oc: Touya Uchiha #tw suggestive #naruto ocs

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