#broken strings [ooc tag]

[runningfrom2am]

michigan cherry // part six

summary: walking into a saloon in a nowhere town, billy meets a singer who he just can't get off his mind after she slips through his fingers; onto another town, another show- following nothing but the stars in her path. until he sees her again. another nowhere town and equally dusty saloon, but this time, the band of kids who made up her family is nowhere to be found. he's running away from something, and she is storming full speed toward something else, and tangling into each other's lives may just get both of them exactly where they want to be.

pairing: william h. bonney x fem!reader

wc: 2.4k

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tags/warnings: singer!reader (she’s giving very much lucy gray), probably a little bit ooc billy but hey i tried- anyway he’s a sweetheart, use of guns and violence, murder and violence but i try to keep it non-descript, oh also she’s an orphan sorry (once again, lucy gray vibes), strangers to friends to lovers trope eee. also not thoroughly proofread oops

the songs in this chapter are: "scared of my guitar" by Olivia Rodrigo, "Michigan Cherry" by River Whyless, "Traveling Song" by Ryn Weaver, "Slim Pickins" by Sabrina Carpenter, and "Adore You - Acoustic" by Maisie Peters !!

a/n: ahhh hi it's my birthday! super excited to share this with you guys even though it isn't all that special or exciting but i'm just happy to be back :). last year for my birthday i posted in this life or the next and i wanted to finally get part 3 of that up today but that just wasn't going to happen BUT for everyone asking i am working on it. i swear. i'm not giving up on it!!

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You thought that you might have heard somewhere that music is to the soul as opium is to a stubborn cough.

Or, maybe you dreamt that. Regardless, you knew for certain now that it was bullshit. But, with nowhere else to place your heartache, you found yourself sitting by a fire nearly every night with your guitar in your lap, humming soft words under your breath and plucking the strings as gently as you could.

It was for work, yes, but like opium, you had long since become addicted to the routine. Billy had too.

"You can play a little louder, y'know." He hums, tossing a broken twig into the campfire that separates you. "I was promised music in exchange for my services."

"And you get your music." You chuckle, hand pressed over the strings to stop their hum. "You haven't missed a show in almost two months, that ain't enough?"

"Sure, I'm just sayin' don't hold back your practice on my account. I'm happy to listen again." He answers with a soft smile, the yellow glow from the flames warming his features and bathing him in light.

You can't help the matching twitch of your lips to return his, feeling the slight burn in your cheeks that you can't confidently attribute to either the fire or your own blushing. "Well, it ain't much to listen to yet. Not finished."

"Ah, somethin' new?" Billy asks, leaning back on his palms and watching you expectantly as you give him a slight nod.

You're leaning over your guitar to scribble in that little notebook of yours, the pencil almost nothing more than a little nub in your hands and the pages of the book almost filled to the brim with words and notes. The temptation he faces every day to just grab it while you're sleeping or out away from the camp on a little walk has become an almost unbearable curiosity.

Because yes, he loves the songs you do sing, but what he wouldn't give to hear the ones you don't.

Billy would dive at any opportunity to see just a little more into your beautiful mind.

"Yeah, kinda." You hum in response, distracted again by the strings of your guitar effectively wrapping around your heart and your fingers and dragging your attention back to it.

"Okay, then, let me hear what you have so far."

You hate doing that, normally. You would hardly even play incomplete songs for your family when they were around- that awkward moment where you just have to trail off and go "Um, that's all I have..." and try to laugh but not too awkwardly was something painful.

But, this was Billy. Something about him compelled you to agree.

The problem was, the song you were currently meddling with the idea of may or may not be about him. You'd like to confirm with yourself that no, it is not about Billy, but damnit- he's the only person in your life. What else were you meant to write about?

You look down at the pages next to you, narrowed eyes reading over your own writing.

'Perfect, easy, so good to me. So why's there a pit in my gut, in the shape of you'-

Nope, nope, no. He's not hearing that.

You could deny all you wanted that the unfinished song was about him, try and claim to yourself that it was about Max- but deep down you knew the direction it was going.

You flick through the most recent pages, trying to spark your memory of something safer.

'Tart and sweet like a wild berry Tart and sweet your words to me Dark and red like a Michigan cherry Dark and red as the Iliad sea Here we lie in the deep night ready Here we lie, our skin is bare'-

That's definitely not going to work either. Your cheeks get somehow hotter and you clear your throat, flipping the page again.

Okay, this is much better.

"Like I said, it ain't done, so... not much to it yet, but..." You say, clearing your throat and avoiding his eyes as you quickly scan the new page again and position your fingers over the guitar strings.

Billy gives you a steeled nod, sitting up a little straighter ready to listen as if he would be a judge of the quality of your music. It was a joke, you both knew it. He knew he couldn't come up with a critiquing word toward your music if he was held at gunpoint and forced to try.

"Nobody knows where they are going Oh, how we try to wrap our minds Over the edge of all our knowings Be it a bang or the divine Tip of my iceberg blues are showing I've never been one for goodbyes So, 'til I meet you there, I'm singing A traveling song to ease the ride And so you know, everywhere I roam I'll see you on the road."

Your voice is steady, focussed on getting it out rather than dwelling on the meaning of the words and Billy could tell.

"So farewell to my friend, He who taught me to love like a beast And to feast like the queen that he fed turtle soup Little boy from Paris to the States, check the facts That was Magical Max He was black sheep and mischief and love for his craft..."

His heart leaps at the little laugh that falls from your lips at the memory of your friend, your fingers slowing their strum to a steady halt. He doesn't expect you to continue, but you do, your smile quickly fading again back into an attempt at indifferent focus.

"Then he told me that I was starlights that shine On that very last day, he said "Shoot for your dreams, little girl, to the stars" Well, I'm taking you with me Now this one is ours and I know what you'd say you'd say "On with the show!" So on we go."

How embarrassing it is to almost cry singing a song that isn't done, for your best friend who would never live to hear it. Whose memory deserved to be shared. It wouldn't get very far if you couldn't even share it with one person; if you couldn't even stomach finishing it.

"Um, so... I'm not sure about chording for that last bit, or honestly the lyrics. I think it feels better without the guitar, but..." You say quickly, focussing yourself on your book and pretending to scribble something in it just so you wouldn't have to look at the boy sitting across the fire from you.

"I think it's perfect." Billy tells you, a softness to his tone you only had the pleasure of hearing once in a blue moon.

What he meant to say was that it's beautiful, that it's a flawlessly fitting tribute that he felt lucky to hear, that when sung by an angel's voice like yours he didn't doubt for a second that your friend Max had heard it from beyond the veil and loved it too. Even unfinished.

None of that was what came out though, essentially awestruck the way he always was at your shows- but this time he was able to actually speak to you after hearing it instead of just clapping, whistling, or if he was lucky, catching your gaze with a smile and a corny thumbs up that told you he thought you were doing great. Not that you needed it.

"Thanks." Your sweet voice replies, watching him for a moment you determine to be too long before your focus is back on the notebook next to you. "Anyway, um, if you want to hear something else unfinished, this one I think is going to be kind of funny."

"Show me what you've got, then."

Billy simply couldn't resist anymore.

Sitting absentmindedly on a hay bale in a barn where a local owner was gracious enough to let the two of you stay, that damned notebook seems to be glowing right in his face from the sunlight streaming through some bullet holes in the wood paneling that made up the side of the stable.

It's taunting him, he's sure of it.

This stare-down has been going on for about ten minutes since you left it out on the ground next to your guitar to go use the homeowner's washbasin to clean up when his wife offered- you weren't going to turn down a bath that wasn't in a creek.

That would probably take you a while though, you'd likely savour it, so he could just take a look. You'd sing him pretty much anything asked, and what could possibly be more vulnerable than that song you wrote about Max that you shared with him a couple of weeks ago? Surely you wouldn't mind all that much. On the off chance you ever found out. Which, of course, you wouldn't- because he would put it right back where it was after just skimming it.

It's not Billy's fault your handwriting just looks so pretty and you're a poet without publication privileges- it would just be a waste if no one ever read your pretty musings written oftentimes to no one.

And still, he convinces himself again, that you would never know.

He gets up and studies the book to make sure he could put it back down at the right angle before picking it up, hands gentler than they have ever been- like he was touching his mother's precious crystal vase, a wedding gift that had been long lost to time in several moves across the sea and then the country.

He opens the notebook and immediately he can see how you've grown since this book was first picked up by your delicate hands. How your print has changed from beginning to almost end, the pages all wrinkled from spills and humidity and time.

How lucky, he thinks, to be chosen by you for this journey of your life. Why does he feel so much camaraderie for a book?

He skims the pages, delighted to see that it isn't just full of words but drawings too; the sweetest most delicate doodles of little things like your guitar or a flower here and there squeezed in amongst the words on the pages. The amount of talent one young woman could possess astounded him, it's shocking that it doesn't drip out of your every pore in the very black ink that you use to write. 

He can't help smiling a little to himself as he reads the scrawled titles and lyrics to songs he recognizes and he can practically hear your beautiful voice singing every word he's already heard.

'A boy who's nice that breathes- I swear, he's nowhere to be seen.'

That was the funnier song you sang to him those odd weeks ago, and just remembering the small laugh that fell from your lips as you sang the words makes him chuckle too as he reads it.

You had told him you wrote it with Sarah, and he could tell- based on the two distinctive styles of handwriting squeezed onto the small page.

He begins to realize as he flips through the pages of the small tattered notebook resting in his lap, that you had been dating the pages. Finished songs had dates of beginning and completion going back a little over a year, and he figures this must not be the first one you've gone through.

Billy comes to the near back of the notebook, as much as he would love to spend all day reading every word you'd ever translated turning your life into poetry or ballads of melodic storytelling, he knew his time was limited.

One song in particular catches his attention, though.

'So high that I am floating, So good that I'm out of my head. So low baby I was hurting, you made it better again.

Oh, we got caught in a moment, and I'll lay with you all night. So good that now I'm hoping you'll hold me down for life.

I adore, I adore, I adore you.'

The corners of his lips twitch up in a smile as he reads the words, scribbled out and rewritten several times in some places.

It's unfinished, but dated to have been started a couple of weeks ago. He remembers you had asked him what the date was that day, and saw you write it down as he answered- your hair falling over your face and brushing your shoulders as it shielded the book from his view.

A couple weeks ago.

And the drawing- oh, how his heart flutters in his chest so quickly it feels like his ribs have transformed into a sparrow's cage.

To Billy, it looked like him. He knew he must be thinking crazy, after all, it had been a while since he had had a proper look in a mirror, but it sure felt like he was right now- down to the little feathers on his hat and the shape of his cupid's bow. You had given yourself away with the scope of your artistic faith.

"What are you doing?"

At the sound of your voice, slightly hesitant as you stand in the entrance to the barn, he slams the book shut and jumps just about a foot in the air; a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"N-nothing! I just, it just- um..." It was still clutched in his hands, already weary of parting with the precious object of your affections. "It, um... It fell, and I- I just picked it up, and-"

When he looks up at you, you look mildly horrified; cheeks burning the same way his are and eyes blown wide like you had been the one who was caught doing something wrong.

Neither of you move, both frozen on the spot, terrified of the next words that might fall from the lips of the other.

You weren't about to incriminate yourself by asking in a shaky voice if he had read or looked at any of it, knowing he did, and he wasn't going to ask if that song or any others he skimmed (and wish he took more care reading) were about him like he hoped they were.

After a moment of staring at each other like both of you were hostages with guns to your head respectively, you both decide to make the first move at the exact same time. He quickly holds the book out to you at the very moment you reach out to take it, and the awkward exchange makes you want to curl up under the hay bale you were meant to sleep on and rot there.

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𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥:

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[cyberneticlagomorph]

Ursumbra (Redux)

OOC info (summary)

As always MIND THE TAGS

Event art:

Plush Jack reference

Lore bits:

Plush toy biology

Carnifall

Prologue:

Post 1 (police brutality, blood, injury, child death, broken nose, violence, torture)

Post 2 (tw: police brutality, mind control, blood, injury, slight dismemberment)

Post 3 (tw: injury, blood)

Post 4 (tw: body horror, animal death, gore, hanging, insects, bugs)

Chapter 1:

Red string (tw: n/a)

Netdive (tw: body horror)

Start (tw: n/a)

Tutorial (tw: body horror, gore, dismemberment, eye horror)

Nick (tw: n/a)

Pesterlog 1 (tw: n/a)

Eddie (tw: body horror)

Test (tw: gore, body horror, dismemberment, abuse, assault, medical horror/trauma, needles)

Conclusion (tw: body horror, dismemberment, abuse, religious imagery)

Chapter 2:

From Fifi with love (tw: vomit, disease, infection, blood, body horror)

Goodnight (tw: vomit, broken bones, body horror)

Locked in (tw: n/a)

Phone home (tw: drinking, smoking, drunk mention)

Recap (posted and viewable icly!) (tw: n/a)

Chain (tw: blood, repetition)

Blind Terror (tw: body horror, human experimentation, human trafficking, child abuse, child soldiers, eye horror)

Upgrade (tw: n/a)

Chapter 3:

Down the Rabbit Hole Again (tw: n/a)

Eddie's POV (tw: smoking, drug use, animal death, parent death, body horror, unsanitary)

Toothache (tw: gore, mold, body horror, tricksters, trickster mode, food waste)

Honeypot (posted and viewable icly) (tw: n/a)

Blighted (tw: gore, mold, body horror, animal death, parent death, vomit)

Homesick (tw: n/a)

Waterfall of Truth (tw: blood, death, brain damage)

One-Tail (tw: blood, death, body horror, child abuse, human experimentation, brain damage, brain trauma, gore)

Siege (tw: blood, death, gore, cannibalism, emetophobia, body horror)

Chapter 4:

Update (tw: n/a)

Tick (tw: hanging, nooses, death, body horror, horror, mouths, teeth)

Tock (tw: hanging, nooses, death, teeth, bugs, spiders, body horror)

[fiibonacci]

“ I LOVE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE; I LIGHT THE MATCH TO TASTE THE HEAT. I’VE ALWAYS LIKED TO PLAY WITH FIRE. “

[ kazuma mitchell, cis man, he/him ] ah, DONATELLO HAMATO from RISE OF THE TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES, a 19 year old TECHNICIAN! they’ve been with the company for ONE YEAR, and live in the JUBILANT JACKALOPE HALL, SUITE NUMBER 2420. they’ve shown themselves to be a BRILLIANT but ARROGANT person, and remind people of RIPTIDE BY GRANDSON. guests often remark that their vibes are THE SOFT GLOW OF PURPLE NEONS, BARED TEETH, and A DEVIL-MAY CARE ATTITUDE.

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trigger warnings: stalking, neglect, abuse

major spoilers: rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles season 1

broad backstory

If Donatello knew just how much history his family actually has, his brain would probably explode. As it is, all Donatello knows is that he and his brothers have been adopted. Twice.

The boys’ biological father was a famed actor, renowned for his fighting abilities & good looks. He immigrated from Japan, and became a massive hit in the B-movie circuit of America, producing dozens of movies, merchandise, & even liscensed martial arts studios. The conceited actor left a string of broken hearts all over Hollywood— and also several children. He didn’t want anything to do with them. Family was a mistake and just full of heartbreak, in his opinion. He had far better things to do.

The boys all eventually ended up in foster care as they either lost their mothers or were given up one by one— and one by one, they were taken in by a foster parent who knew more of them than he should. This foster parent was a disgraced scientist, having been told many times that his ideas were too far out there, and shouldn't be pursued. He had zero actual interest in children— they were gross, slimy things that cried too much.

But he saw an opportunity when he became aware via the front page of a tabloid, of the fact that a certain famous fighting actor supposedly had children who shared his DNA. The reporter had followed a string of letters sent to the actor, that had been thrown away immediately after reading them. The mothers had all refused to put a parent down on the birth certificates, so there was no proof besides the letters, and no one else cared enough to investigate. Though disgraced by the professional community, he still had friends in high places and through his significant influence, Draxum was able to unearth the whereabouts of each of the four children, and took them into his wardship.

Draxum pretended the part of a loving parent when in the presence of officials, but in reality, Donnie & his brothers were adopted by a cold man who wasn't very interested in them at all. Just the money he could get from the state, and the even larger money he could get through child support if he could prove their parentage like he'd planned. Unfortunately for him, he never got very far in his endeavours.

An experiment gone wrong triggered his home lab to explode, and the incident caused him to be deemed unfit to be a parent, when the eldest was just four. The boys were taken and placed back into foster care— but they weren't there for very long before being adopted.

This man who adopted them was kind, and genuine, and immediately loved the boys for exactly who they were, flaws and all. He didn't care about their heritage or their many behavioural issues they'd developed. Of course, this love for them was strengthened by the fact that they were in fact his biological sons. The actor’s most recent and beloved girlfriend had left him for being too absorbed in his career, and by the time he'd realized what a mistake he'd made skipping out on all of his family (not just his boys), he'd lost everyone. He thought they were gone forever, until the story of the explosion showed up in the papers, alongside a picture trying to entice someone to adopt them. Somehow, through a parent’s instinct, he just knew those were his four boys.

The pressure of his career had become too much, and now that he was going to be an actual father, he had taken on a new name and new life, and left it all behind. The government was unable to return the boys to any of the living parents— they refused to take their children back. But the unusual man named Splinter, who seemed a suitable candidate, was interested in keeping all four boys together and raising them with love, and thus was permitted to adopt them.

Immediately after getting approval, he packed up his boys and fled to New York City, far away from Hollywood. After hearing the sort of situation they had been living in with Draxum, and piecing together the pieces from some letters he’d received from him years ago, he feared for his sons' lives and welfare should the scientist ever find them again. He moved them to a busy and bustling city where none of them would stick out, kept them homeschooled, and kept them sequestered inside for most of their young lives, rarely letting them out without him. The boys didn't mind this— they had each other and they loved spending time with their father, but they grew up with next to no friends, aside from one very persistent April O'Neil whom Splinter eventually welcomed into the family like a daughter.

Ashamed of his past and the way he'd acted though, Splinter never told his sons he was their biological father. He let them grow up believing they were adopted, because it never made a difference to any of them. They were happy and content. His past and family came with far too much baggage that he did not want to subject his sons to. He felt like he was protecting them by leaving it out. Protecting them by leaving out what they had all missed out on due to his mistakes, from the nightmares they'd gone through before he'd changed his heart. He also feared what may happen if they found out his fame and if they began to pursue  it or any answers themselves. He knew he could not stop the inevitable if his boys were find out, and they would find out because they were curious souls, but he wanted to make sure they didn't know until they were old enough to use caution

There were many incidents throughout the years, though none were so big as the one that brought his sons into his life, until the day Splinter realized that Draxum had moved to NYC. Unwilling to take a chance, he packed up the boys and fled again, to an even more remote town called Verne Cove, and he made sure to pay off a resort owner very well in exchange for essentially living off the grid.

donnie-specific backstory

Fast forward to the present, and the four boys are all fairly well adjusted and vibrant young adults, with their own passions and interests.

Donnie had a frustrating time growing up— he was the only one out of his brothers who suffered an extreme injury during their time with their first foster father, and was often not allowed to participate in the boys’ rough-housing due to his bad back. He did so once, and strong little Raph was incredibly rough with him, like he was used to being with his other brothers. However, instead of making him laugh like it made Leo and Mikey laugh, Splinter ran into the room to Donnie screaming and his brothers sobbing, and that was the end of that for a few years.

This isolation caused Donnie to turn to books, musicals, and tinkering with stuff around the house to keep himself occupied. Occasionally he got to play with his brothers, like when Raph had tea parties with his teddies, Leo came into his room with an extra action figure, or Mikey dragged him out to sort through his box of crayons with him, but kids being kids, they couldn't help but play in high energy ways. Donnie had to get used to occupying himself, and as it turned out, he was pretty brilliant when it came to technical work. He created all sorts of interesting things for around the house, but still often watched wistfully as his brothers ran outside to climb trees in the park, and his father pat his head.

For his eighth birthday, something changed. He'd thought it was weird when his brothers hadn't gotten gifts on their preceding birthdays, but was shocked to find out that what they'd actually asked their father for was a way to play with Donnie. Splinter had saved up all the money he normally spent on their gifts, and bought Donnie his first protective back brace. It was designed to stabilize and prevent possible spinal overload from activity, giving Don the ability to be much more active than he previously was able to. It excited Don, and opened his eyes to possibilities, and after some research he quickly began improving on its design and crafting together pieces to supplement its protective ability, like the lightweight fiberglass backpack he typically wears. He was finally able to join in on his brothers' adventures, and while he's still stand-offish sometimes, nothing makes them happier than hanging out together. He’s still passionate about science, perhaps even more-so, because to him, the wonders of science are what helped him get some semblance of normal.

Donnie's backpacks are now typically more than just protective and contain some sort of tech, but thanks to the back brace allowing him to be more active and build up more core strength, carrying that around isn't a problem. He's still incredibly sensitive if he gets hit in the back while not wearing his brace, but with it and the specially designed backpacks, he can easily participate in the sparring sessions with his brothers and father.

deets

Donnie’s backpack tech varies, but his two tech staples are his wrist tech and his goggles he wears pushed up on the top of his head.

While all the brothers know ninjutsu, Donnie prefers to use his bō staff when sparring. So far they’ve never had much practical use for the martial arts, but their dad still insists they know it.

brothers headcanons

(( NOTE: these are my personal HCs for his relationships w/ his family and can definitely be changed if they’re picked up! mostly adding them to see if i can tempt anyone to come join the hamato clan. (◡ ‿ ◡ ✿) )) 

RAPHAEL (aka Raph, Raphaela )

Though Don ribs on Raph all the time, he truly does love and appreciate his big brother, and the way the guy protects them all both physically and emotionally. He knows Raph is especially gentle with him, because of the one time he accidentally hurt him when they were kids. It used to irk him when he was younger, particularly because Raph would try and prevent him from joining in on adventures even after getting his brace, but after he showed Raph he would take no shit and was coming anyway, the other stopped babying him so much. That said, he still can recognize when Raph is using his soft voice on him, and it makes him smile more often than not.

((note: I headcanon Raph as having anxiety just bc of his behaviour in the show but this can definitely be changed/ignored by whomever pick him up!)) As second oldest, Donnie has taken up the mantle of being Raph's "big brother" and keeps an eye out for him. Though he can be a little shit himself and probably doesn't help prevent it, Donnie's pretty good at recognizing when Raph's anxiety is acting up, and is usually right there with a teddy bear, a tablet playing a Jupiter Jim movie, and a blanket handy. Though Donnie is very easily bored due to his ADHD, he'll spend as long as Raph needs lounging with the other's head on his shoulder, cycling through the Jupiter Jim library.

Raph is quick to call out Donnie's middle child nonsense, and can sort-of-occasionally get him to listen to him.

LEONARDO (aka Leo, Leon, Nardo)

Like stereotypical twins, Donnie acts like being twins is the worst thing in the world, and often laments how he got stuck with such a prickish, overdramatic and attention-seeking brother (very much so a case of the pot calling the kettle black). However, Donnie loves Leo more than almost anyone in his family, and they get along shockingly well when Leo isn’t pushing Donnie’s buttons.

They aren’t actually twins at all, however when Leo found out they were the same age after being taken in by Draxum, he declared them twins because duh, they’re the same age, they gotta be twins. In reality they’re a few weeks apart, but they always celebrate their birthday together on Leo’s birthday. They still act exactly like typical twins though, down to the ‘psychic connection’ that most twins have.

Donnie is (usually) the more responsible one of the two when it comes to the safety and success of the entire group, and Leo is the more responsible one for Donnie’s welfare. He’s usually the first to notice that Donnie hasn’t slept in a few days or has had a diet consisting only of cheez-its and coffee mixed with energy drinks, and will physically drag Donnie to “movie night”. Which is just an excuse for Donnie to fall asleep within the first forty-five minutes. Leo can always tell when something’s up with him, and Don can do the same, however he’s less likely to act on it unless he has to, because of how much he hates having feelings. He’ll step in if it doesn’t sort itself out though.

The two very rarely actually fight— the household can count on one hand the number of times the two have actually gotten into it, and it’s always like a wildfire meeting a tornado, given how headstrong they both are.

MICHAELANGELO (aka Mikey, Michael, Angelo)

If anything happened to Mikey, Donnie would kill everyone in this room and then himself. Mikey is the ONE person who almost never sees Donnie’s bad temperament, mostly because Donnie finds it hard to have a bad attitude around the world’s brightest ray of sunshine. He’s pretty much the only one he’ll allow to hug him without warning, or hang out in his lab while he’s inventing. The only time the other gets on his nerves is when “baby-of-the-family” syndrome kicks in and Michael starts taking his stuff because he’s used to getting it anyway.

Though neither of them really recognize it, Mikey has Donnie wrapped around his little finger, and Donnie will go to ridiculous lengths to make sure Mikey is happy with whatever he’s wanting. Even if it means helping build an animal shelter for puppies that Donnie doesn’t even like.

As a result, Mikey has almost complete trust in Donnie, knowing the other won’t let him down.

APRIL O’NEIL (aka ‘Pril, President of the Dorky Palz 4 Life Club)

Effectively Donnie’s big sister and best friend, April gets to see Donnie with his walls down a lot more often than his brothers do. Donnie knows she’d never make fun of him (as brothers often do), and knows she feels just as alienated from other people as he does. His brothers all have bright personalities and no problems at all making friends, but Donnie’s too caustic and interested in odd stuff and April’s the weirdo of the neighborhood. Weirdos have to stick together.

Do not give these two the opportunity to roast you. You will regret it.

April doesn’t put up with a single ounce of Donnie’s bullshit, and is quick to call him out when he’s being unacceptable or shirking blame. Raph often doesn’t do this because he doesn’t like hurting Donnie’s feelings, and Splinter certainly doesn’t either, so sometimes she’s the first person to let him know he’s done something wrong. He actually tends to listen to her, surprisingly. Unless it’s regarding their opinions on fantasy. They’ve had actual blowup arguments on how much their opinions of the fantasy genre clash.

SPLINTER (aka Dad, Papa, Father)

Donnie’s relationship with his father is rough. He loves him, and definitely idolizes him, but it’s to the point where he doesn’t see the faults in him or recognize how his dad’s behaviour is hurting him.

Because of the family Splinter grew up in and the way he was raised, he doesn’t have the healthiest approach to family, and often unknowingly deprives his sons of the attention they want and need. Donnie seems to suffer the worst from this, desperate for approval and someone to say they’re proud of him. He can become obsessive when chasing that feeling, to the point his brothers think he’s just sucking up so he can be the favourite son of the week.

Despite all that, Donnie truly does love hanging out with his dad and thinks he’s the coolest, and will jump at the chance to do something with him.

[castilium]

i promise this string of ooc posts won’t continue stacking up and replies are actually coming. i’d referenced touching up some things on mashu and saber’s blogs and the work on the former is effectively complete, with the exception of fixing up some broken tags and the permanent relations ad.

her app has been rewritten with some debunked information corrected and realigned (hopefully it shows up centred for everyone else) with the removal of her stats, which have been transferred to their own dedicated page. and her relationship page is good to go (i know avalon doesn’t fit so well for the chaldea hover but it won’t accept camelot and i cannot for the life of me fix it) for when the ad is finished, and when it is, it’ll replace her avalon canon point shift as the pinned post on the blog.

saber doesn’t have as much that needs redoing, it’s just the personality section of her app, and then her ad. super-early spring cleaning’s coming along nicely.

[random-mha-thoughts]

Teddy (Shinsou x Reader)

Pairing: Shinsou x Reader

Genre: Fluff!!! Periodt!!

Summary: You’re walking back to Shinsou’s place to help him pack after a party with the Heroes, but he doesn’t seem to want to.

Word count: 1,542

Tags:  @yuki-osaki​ @liviitehe​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​ @bunnythepipsqueak​

a/n: Help I think I just devastated myself into wanting Shinsou as my boyfriend hhhhh you have been warned

This might be my favorite of the 3 so far.  Some of you might think Shinsou as ooc here, but this is my note that you’ve been dating for a loooong time and (as it says in the story) he wasn’t always like that, he needed to work at it.  He’s just a giant who loves lazing around and cuddling okay shut up

Shinsou is my 2nd fave boy in MHA so I hope I did him justice.  I agree he deserves so much more love and attention because he’s secretly soft babe.  Not much spice here, but 12 cavities worth of fluff uwu.  

I’m finally done with everyone I wanted to do this scenario for! (If this is your first time here, I’ve also done Bakugou and Todoroki)  I have a huge list of ideas and no clue what order to write them in, plus Icy Hot’s birthday is in 2 days, so I’m obligated to do something special for him.  

Okay I’m done talking now, enjoy!

"Did you have a good time?"

My purple haired boyfriend shrugs.  "You know I don't really care about parties.  I only went because you were going."

I frown at his avoidance of the question.  "Okay, but were you miserable being there?"

"Miserable isn't the word I'd use."

"Hitoshi!" I groan.  It's like pulling teeth with him sometimes.

He chuckles at my frustration before wrapping an arm around my waist and placing a kiss on my temple.  "Just messin' with you.  Of course I had fun, I was with you."

"Is that why you were practically glued to my side the whole night?"  I poke his firm stomach teasingly.

"Not the whole time.  I talked to Midoriya, Todoroki, had a drink with Kaminari-"

"-While you were still within 10 feet of me."

He huffs a stubborn breath and plops his large hand on top of my head to ruffle my hair.  "You're my favorite person there, why would I stray from you?"

I lean into his touch, almost like a pet cat.  "To make friends?  Socialize?  Mingle?  Something to that effect maybe?"  Not that I'm the most extroverted person either, but at least I try to make an effort for friends.

"Yea- No, I'd rather be home sleeping next to you," he dismisses lazily, rejoining our hands together.

I chuckle at his predictable answer.  "Can't say I don't agr-EEH!"

Shinsou suddenly hoists me into his arms bridal style and continues walking down the dimly lit road as if it's the most natural thing.  "Now that I have the thought in my head, I wanna hurry and get home to cuddle with you, kitty."

My arms instinctively cling around his neck.  "Don't you have to pack first?"

He groans in annoyance and picks up his pace.  "Then we really need to hurry."

His overt display of need is amusing.  As I lean against his chest, I'm reminded of when we first started dating.  Shinsou barely even wanted to hold hands in the beginning because he would get flustered, and now here he is carrying me down the street in public.  Even the first time we cuddled, as soon as I leaned on him, his body was stiffer than a board in confusion.  After a while, he's grown into an oversized teddy bear hungry for cuddles.  If that isn't growth, I don't know what is.

"What did you and Todoroki talk about?" I draw circles on his chest absentmindedly, the steady rhythm of his steps rocking my body back and forth.

"Nothing really.  Just hero stuff."

"I always thought you guys would've been good friends, since you're both alike," I think out loud.

"You don't say?"  I can tell I've piqued his interest.

"Yeah, both of you took a while to come out of your shell, you both took a while to trust and befriend people even though both you claimed you didn't come to UA to make friends, you both had your walls broken down by Broccoli boy."  He snorts at my stupid nickname for Midoriya.  "Both of you are touch-starved babies-"

"Hold on," he stops dead in his tracks and eyes me warily.  "How do you know Todoroki's touch-starved?"

"Because every Sunday I go to his place to pet him and rub his tummy," I retort sarcastically.  When Shinsou continues glaring at me, I kiss his nose cheekily.  "Obviously, Midoriya talks about it all the time.  Not to mention Todoroki clings to Midoriya the same way you cling to me."

"I don't appreciate the attitude, Tiny."  A smirk spreads across his face, and I know I'm dead.  Before I can protest, he flings my body over his shoulder.  "You deserve this!"

I smack his back defiantly, my face heating up in embarrassment.  "Hitoshi!"

Shinsou makes a point to skip the elevator and climb all 3 flights of stairs up to his floor with me still slung over his back.  When we reach his apartment, he flings me down onto his couch and looks down at me like a disappointed parent.  "Did you learn your lesson now?"

I nod in earnest.  "I won't tickle Todoroki's tummy without your permission again."

His face turns red and he growls out loud before attacking me in a frenzy of tickles.  "What did you say, kitty?!"

"Stop!" I struggle against him, but he's too giant for me to push him off through my laughing fits.  "You know...I'm sensitive!"

"Try again!"

"O-Okay!  I won't...taunt you...again!"

He finally stops his attack, pinning me under his massive body, my wrists next to my head as I gasp for air.  Shinsou bursts out into a fit of his own laughter.  "You should see how red your face is."

"Shut up."

He collapses on top of me, his head nuzzling into the crook of my neck and his arms caging me against him.  "You're mine, kitty.  I love you."

I smile to myself, playing with his hair.  "I love you too, you giant bear."  He's come such a long way.  I wouldn't have imagined him to anything like this almost a year ago.  It sobering that all this time, we've grown and changed together.  I bask in the nostalgia, hearing his steady breathing against my skin.

And then I start running out of air.  "Babe, I can't breathe anymore, get off."

"Hmm."

"Babe, you're smothering me."  I attempt prying his arms from his tight grasp.

"Five more minutes."

"Hitoshi, you still need to pack!"  I finally kick him off the couch, sending him tumbling onto the floor.  "Come on you big lug, we can cuddle later.  Let's go."

After a few minutes of struggling to get him off the floor, Shinsou finally trudges into his room and pulls out his bag, lazily surveying the clothes in his closet and drawers.  He messily throws his them into his duffel, not caring where everything ends up, leaving me the responsibility of folding them up and neatly packing them away.

I pick up a printed black hoodie he threw into the pile to pack.  "Can I keep this for the week, babe?"

He looks over his shoulder and chuckles.  "If you go out in public with that, send me a photo.  You'll look like a tiny child."

While he goes back to throwing stuff in the pile, I strip off my top and replace it with his hoodie, letting his natural musk envelop me in a hug.  I snort when I see myself in his mirror.  Shinsou's hoodie comes halfway down my thigh, swallowing up my entire frame in black.  Moments like this remind me how much larger he is than me, not just his hands.

My boyfriend snickers when he sees me.  "I told you you're tiny."  His arms slither around my torso and he rests his chin on top of my head.

I play with the shoelace strings dangling from the hood.  "It smells just like you," I admit softly, staring at him through the reflection.

His head descends to place a chaste kiss at the base of my jaw, sending warm tingles down my spine.  "I'll be back for you, I won't be gone too long.  And I'll be thinking of you the whole time."

"You better," I pout, not even trying to sound threatening from my tiny appearance.  I hold his chin to place a kiss on his cheek.  "I'll send you a morning text every day."

His cheeks blush faint rose.  "I look forward to it," he mutters before collapsing his head into my neck.

"Hey hey, go finish packing."  I try pushing his giant weight off me to no avail.

He wraps his arms tighter around me.  "I can finish in the morning, my flight isn't until the afternoon," he drawls his breath into my skin, picking me up easily.  "Let's go to bed, kitty."

I have no choice except to obey as he lays me down on one side.  "Someone's very needy today."

Shinsou jumps onto the other side of the bed, removing his shirt in the process.  "I need to store up for all the cuddles I'll miss when I'm away."  He reaches over to pull his purple and black comforter over us, engulfing me in his warmth once again.

My head rests against his bare chest, the gentle thump of his heart in my ear.  "Stay safe on your trip.  I want you back here in one piece."

He hums in response, the noise reverberating against my face.

"And don't skip your meals.  And get enough sleep for once."

Fingers tilt my chin up to face, dark purple eyes boring into mine.  "How will I sleep well when my kitty's not with me?"

I plant a kiss on his lips.  "Think of me next to you.  Or call me."

His smile warms my heart as he clings closer to me and presses his lips against mine in a lazy, slow kiss.  "You always know just what to say."

I move myself up so I can play with his hair, entwining my fingers in his hand at my waist.  We lay there peacefully, hearing each other breathe, feeling each other's warmth, smelling each other's scent.

"You'll miss me, right?" he pokes open an eye to stare at me.

I squeeze him harder.  "Yes teddy bear, I'll miss you."

[ao3feed-tododeku]

Our Intertwined Fingers

Our Intertwined Fingers by buzzingbee87

Izuku Midoriya, guitarist extraordinaire, is taking a nap in the gym staircase during lunch break when he has a chance encounter with a shy half-red half-white haired boy who's clutching a Gibson guitar. Midoriya offers to fix the broken strings for him, and the boy introduces himself as Todoroki. He asks Midoriya to help him learn how to play the guitar, revealing a stunning, beautiful voice in the process that has Midoriya entranced.

A Given AU but told as one-shots so it's not necessarily canon to the manga/anime. I also take requests!! :)

Words: 650, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Given (Anime), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Jirou Kyouka, Kaminari Denki, Yaoyorozu Momo, Hanta Seto

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe- No Supernatural, Alternate Universe - High School, Aged-Up Character(s), Fluff and Humor, Past Relationship(s), Grief/Mourning, Alternate Universe - Boy Band, Deku is Ritsuka, Todoroki is Mafuyu, Bakugou is Yuki, Momo is Yayoi, Kaminari is Akihito, Haruki is Jirou, so yea I guess genderbent Haruki?, More tags will be added as I go along, Todoroki can sing, Midoriya and Todoroki take naps together, Cuddles, Tragedy, Rehabilitation, Boys' Love, characters act OOC

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25349485

[lostcybertronian]

45 dapperstashe JJ and Wilford

Sorry if this is wicked OOC! I actually had a great time writing this though. Honestly, if I could draw, I’d draw the nightmare scene, with huge Anti looming over tiny Wilford, Jameson Jackson dangling from his puppet strings …

Ihopethisisagoodficahh

Tags: @authorsathenaeum @tiny-yan-an @darkstache-iplier @redraspberrycats @holyshitsnakesandspace @cookieface678 @bing-iplier @storm337 @sketchy-scribs-n-doods @pixelenchanter @itsjustkyss @demonnightmareangel @darkiplurrr

Prompt 45: “And the worst part is, I loved you anyway.”

    “̵H̵a̵h̴a̴h̶a̴h̶a̵h̵a̷h̷a̵h̷a̶ ̸.̴ ̵.̶ ̶.̸”̵

Wilford’s eyes flew open, but there was nothing but never-ending, all-engulfing black.

    The giggle came again- high-pitched and mocking- and he sat straight up in bed, by instinct reaching for the gun he kept tucked under his pillow.

“Who goes there?” He demanded, glancing around him as his eyes adjusted- to the other, empty side of the bed that no longer hosted a sleeping Jameson, to the shadowy nothingness of everything else- and his fingers closed around the comforting, polished metal of his beloved pistol. “Show yourself!”

Another giggle, closer now. It was coming closer.

Wilford shoved back the covers, swung his legs over the side of the bed …

And fell; cool air tugging at his hair and clothes, rushing over his skin.

He landed hard in a pool of sticky, lukewarm liquid.

Blood.

“Alright! what’s th’meanin’ of this?” Wilford barked, catapulting to his feet, waving his gun at the surrounding black. “Wilford Warfstache refuses t’be cowed by a bit of blood!”

Whoever was stuck in this hell with him gave no response.

Wilford started forward …

And tripped over something, sprawling with a soft splash into the blood.

“What the bloody hell now?” He exclaimed, rolling onto his side to see what he’d tripped over.

Even through the dark, he could tell it was Jameson Jackson who lay there. Slumped on his side like a broken doll, clearly unconscious.

“Jamie!” How’d he get here? Just where were they, anyway?

Wilford scrambled to his feet, hurried to his boyfriend. “Jamie?”

But just as he reached him, Jamie was suddenly dragged backwards, further into the dark; his body flopping and his limbs jerking as if they were being yanked by strings.

He was gone before Wilford could reach him.

“̵̼͌̌͜H̷͇͋ą̵̖̊h̷̡͚͐͒a̴̝̘͆h̷̜͝ạ̸̓̓h̸̢͘a̸̘̭̿h̵͕͍͌̊a̶̛ͅh̸̨͎̓a̸̻͘h̴̦̆̊a̶͈̫̓̕ ̵̡͌.̴̯̚ ̷̧̓͆ͅ.̵̯͐ ̷̹͆.̷̈́̚͜”̷̟͐ There it was again, so close it could’ve been whispered right next to his ear. It was taunting him.

Wilford reddened as fury surged through him. It had taken Jameson.

He aimed his gun into the darkness. “Give ‘im back!”

“But he’s mine,” came the answer, and Jameson drifted back through the dark, suspended in midair.

His arms hung at unnatural angles above his head, which lolled against his chest, and as Wilford watched his body jerked upward, limbs dangling like a doll’s.

Anti loomed from the void. He was huge. So huge that he dwarfed Wilford. So huge that he piloted Jameson’s strings with ease.

He bared his teeth in a green, flickering grimace and wiggled his fingers. In response, Jameson raised an arm and waved.

“Anti, you bastard!” Wilford swore and raised his gun higher, aiming for right in between Anti’s eyes. “Drop ‘im!”

“I wouldn’t fi-i-i-re if I were you,” Anti purred, and moved Jameson closer. “Y’wouldn’t want to hit yer beloved Jam-e-son Ja-a-a-ckson.”

He lowered his gun with a huff. It’d be like hitting him with a peashooter, anyhow. “What the hell are y’doin’ here, Anti? Whaddya want?”

Anti’s grin got wider. “Can you see how easily I can take yer ‘Jamie’ from you? Can ya see how easily I can control him?”

He paused. “I can do the same t’you-” he loomed closer, seeming to take delight from seeing Wilford stumble back- “I can make you mi-i-i-i-ne again.”

“I was never yours!” Wilford declared.

“Liar.” Anti scowled. Massive drops of blood trickled from his neck, fell to the ground, created large puddles not unlike the one that Wilford had landed in. “Y’always were a liar. And the worst part is, I loved ya anyway.”

All around them, the void began to rumble. The floor beneath them began to quake and seize violently as whatever world Anti had constructed lost whatever kept it stable.

“But no more lying!” He hissed, his voice reverberating around the abyss, around the darkness that seemed to be moving in on them with every second that passed. His form spasmed, glitched from side to side, sending Jameson’s limp body dancing this way and that. “I’m goin’ t’do to him what you did to me.

“But I’ll be do-do-doin’ it slower,” Anti continued, voice rising, rising, rising, hurting Wilford’s ears. “An’ you won’t be able t’stop it!”

“I didn’t do nothin’ to ya, Anti,” Wilford protested as he struggled to keep his balance, “an’ if ya don’t let Jamie go you’re gonna wish awful quick it had stayed that way.”

The rumbling got louder. Cracks of white began to snake their ways through the black.

Anti didn’t notice. He snarled, raised Jameson.

Wilford’s gun shot up again, his finger squeezing the trigger …

And he sat straight up in bed, gasping and glancing around wildly and instinctively reaching for the gun he kept hidden under his pillow. Cold sweat soaked through his t-shirt, dripped down his forehead.

But there was nothing. Nothing but moonlight drifting in through the open window. Nothing but a slight breeze rustling the curtains.

Nothing but a faint flicker of green. A glimpse of a black figure.

He felt a hand touch his back, felt it begin to rub soothing circles.

“Sorry, love. Had one hell of a nightmare.” Wilford eased himself back down, tucking the gun back underneath the pillowcase.

Jameson’s mouth turned down into a frown, but he didn’t comment. He merely shifted closer so he could rest his head on the ego’s chest.

Wilford wrapped an arm around him, held him close.

Went back to sleep soon after that.

[thenaiads]

(From the first chapter)

Inky looked towards the vast portals of the Doodle Sphere. His creations. His AUs. His pride and joy.... He smiled at the sight. All of those AUs were his. He had made them. He had watched them grow into beautiful worlds with their own choices and lives....  

.... Inside he wished for someone to be his friend. Someone who understood his world and helped him. Who would always be by his side.....

.......

Fate watched as their child suffers from loneliness. They sympathised with him. Even when he possessed the ability to create more friends than anyone else, none of them were like him...

..... Fate brightened up with an idea. They grinned and summoned their strings, reaching out into the Void to another Multiverse.... Who would be better to be Ink's friend than Ink himself?

..............

Everyone hates Ink for what he did and what he is. But they forgot.... not all versions of Ink are bad. Fate wants to give its child a friend. They gave Ink himself from another universe. But this Ink isn't like Inky. He will make everyone realize that not all Inks are bad.

.....................

This story contains: Drama, Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, BoyxBoy, and some other tags...

If you are curious about this story, go read it's very cute XD !!! But attention: ALL THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE VERY OOC!!!! So if you don’t like it don’t read it!!!

Attention: In this story appear OC from “Healing What Has Been Broken by Harrish6″, if you don’t know them go to check this story first

[fatebreaking-a]

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FILL IN:

i like to be called:  winter, yuki, ash, glitch, etc etc.

my favorite color is:  periwinkle  

gender:  male (?), he his and she hers are both good.

one thing you should know about me:  I wrote and rewrote this section eight times.

one thing you should know about my muse: soner: her instrument, the etwahl, is broken. she wears its three strings around her wrists. ori: her speech and facial expressions often don’t match with each other, resulting in a warm voice with a deadpan expression or a pained look with complete neutrality in tone. ire/lia: is still a lich. ex captain of the guard, she loves to travel. ka/lista: YOUR NINTENDOGS. HOW COULD YOU?!?!?!?

first language: english.

second language: my secret mother tongue, which I can speak and not write or read. And Japanese, in which I am conversational but haven’t used in a few years now.

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age range:   under 13  |  14–17 | 18–22 | 23–25 | 26–29 |  30+ |  70+

am i okay with nsfw?:  yes | no | sometimes | but not for this muse

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[waywardfeathered]

                    LAYER  001 :   THE  OUTSIDE. (ooc: current vessel)

NAME.  Castiel EYE COLOR.  blue HAIR STYLE / COLOR.   dark, short, fluffy HEIGHT. 5′11″ CLOTHING STYLE.   most often a white shirt, trenchcoat, tie BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE.   his eyes. very, very expressive, betrays his true emotions

                    LAYER  002 :   THE  INSIDE.

FEARS.  loved ones getting hurt, loss of his free will GUILTY  PLEASURE.  he doesn’t feel guilty about anything he enjoys BIGGEST  PET  PEEVE.   underestimating him AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE.   to keep others safe

                    LAYER  003 :   THOUGHTS.

FIRST  THOUGHTS  WAKING  UP.   HE DOES NOT SLEEP. as a human, just confusion. THINKS  ABOUT  MOST.   how can he be useful. THINKS  ABOUT  BEFORE  BED.   as a human, ‘am i going to wake up?’ WHAT  THEY  THINK  THEIR  BEST  QUALITY  IS.   his free thinking.

                    LAYER  004 :   WHAT’S  BETTER ?

SINGLE  OR  GROUP  DATES.   single TO  BE  LOVED  OR  RESPECTED.   loved BEAUTY  OR  BRAINS.   brains DOGS  OR  CATS.   cats

                     LAYER  005 :   DO  THEY…

LIE.   yes, usually only if it’s to keep something awful from happing or to protect someone. BELIEVE  IN  THEMSELVES.    not really. he thinks he does but he doesn’t understand that believing he isn’t as worthy as others is not healthy. BELIEVE  IN  LOVE.  he believes he is capable of loving. WANT  SOMEONE.   yes.

                      LAYER  006 :   HAVE  THEY  EVER…

BEEN  ON  STAGE.   no. DONE  DRUGS.   yes. GOTTEN  DRUNK.  yes. CHANGED  WHO  THEY  WERE  TO  FIT  IN.   yes, in the past.

                      LAYER  007 :   FAVORITES.

FAVORITE COLOR.   green FAVORITE  ANIMAL.   bees FAVORITE  MOVIE.   probably something dean made him watch FAVORITE  GAME.   any card game

                      LAYER  008 :   SLEEP.

HEAVY  OR  LIGHT  SLEEPER.   as a human, light. WHAT  SIDE  OF  THE  BED  DO  THEY  SLEEP  ON.  no preference. WHAT  DO  THEY  WEAR  TO  BED.   more or less what he wore during the day. WEIRD  THINGS  THEY  DO  IN  THEIR  SLEEP.  tosses and turns a lot. talks in his sleep.

                     LAYER  009 :   LOVE.

BIG  DECLARATIONS  OR  SMALL.   he doesn’t expect either but will appreciate both. OPEN  OR  CLOSED  OFF.  closed off unless you share a bond with him. LOVE  AT  FIRST  SIGHT  OR  SLOW  BURN.  usually slow burn. ONE  TRUE  LOVE  OR  A  STRING.  either.

                      LAYER  010 :   FINISH  THE  SENTENCE.

I  LOVE.  humanity I  FEEL.   broken I  USED  TO  HIDE.   my questions and doubts I  MISS.  having a home I  WISH. i could do more good

TAGGED  BY:  no one but stole from @thekingsmcther TAGGING:  you!

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

Before I Rot Away

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2RB3DAQ

by ornateslime

The first thing to pierce through the thick, molasses-like fog that decided to coil itself around his mind was that everything feels… wrong. From his eyes to his lips to his arms to his legs to the length of his fingers to the tips of his toes, everything feels too long or too small, too big or too short. Too thin or too thick. Like his body isn’t, in fact, his own. His mouth feels several times too large, his tongue feels swollen, his skin feels far too tight, for some reason or another. He can’t even bring himself to groan, much less make any sort of string of coherent words.

But when he did, when he finally pried his eyes open, he realized that he wasn't dead, much less in the same area he was before.

The world...

It wasn't destroyed, desecrated, and broken like what he remembered.

Words: 1831, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types, Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Togami Byakuya, Fukawa Touko

Relationships: Fukawa Touko/Togami Byakuya - past

Additional Tags: Updating tags as I go, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Blood and Gore, Shapeshifting, Togami Byakuya Being An Asshole, Togami Byakuya-Centric, Togami Byakuya has superpowers, Autistic Togami Byakuya, Togami Byakuya Has ADHD, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Autism Spectrum, Probably ooc, mentioned sex, Non-Explicit Sex, Crossover

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2RB3DAQ

[oneandahalfwolf]

MUSE;

scruffy werewolf (self)

pale bean pole (fc)

a change of face (alt fc)

grey eyed beast (wolf)

yellow eyed monster (werewolf)

paw prints in snow (aesthetic)

it’s little and broken but still good (pack)

the woven strings of fate that bind them (reincarnation)

HOUSEKEEPING;

shedding fur (ooc)

sit and tinker (self made)

golden treasure (gift)

shine in the moonlight (promo)

scattered papers everywhere (drabble)

myths and legend (headcanon)

start a new story (threads)

bored puppy (memes)

amused puppy (tagged memes)

PEOPLE;

tiny mage (ileyra)

brown haired beauty (iley fc)

red string of fate (soulmates)

black eyes black heart (void)

a body all his own (void fc) 

magical biological baby (ashley)

blonde and freckled (ash fc)

red and blue make violet (family unit)

mothers and fathers (parents)

devilish rogue (orianna)

smiles and smirks (ori fc)

puppet mistress (the queen)

painted evil smile (queen fc)

cruel tyrant (the king)

taunting dark sneer (king fc)

mother time (missy)

icy blue eyes (missy fc)

missy's tardis (vesta)

android tardis (vesta fc) 

enemy to sibling pipeline (torcarya)

scaly bard (wynfor)

VERSES;

swords and shield (main canon)

collared and heartless (canon divergence; bad ending)

skateboards and starbucks (human)

the life that started it all (the first incarnation)

we could go anywhere (on the road au)

bitten but immune (zombie apocalypse au)

guardian of graves (divine au)

not a name just a number (lab rat au)

living with ghosts (paranormal au)

skulls and forges (demigod au)

sea puppy (deep blue au)

heavenly warrior (angel reborn au; royal variant)

winged guardian (angel reborn au; modern variant)

her patchwork puppy (chilling adventures au)

the left hand (crime au)

drummer pupper (band au)

full moon siblings (werewolf au)

lights camera action (in the movies au)

two shades of scales (dragon au)

classes and homework (high school au)

demon student (creature school au)

masked wolf (superhero au)

winter is spring's eternal (seasonal au)

silver moon wolf (sun and moon au)

live and learn (life and death au)

pony express mutt (wild west au)

the streets are our home (homeless au)

tech wolf (musical theatre au)

tik tok goes the pup (clockwork au)

inky lines (tattooist and florist au)

we are void (venom au)

firefighting pup (emergency services au)

an act of kindness gone wrong (selkie au)

oblivious pup (werewolf hunter au)

gallifreyan wolf (time lord au)

double double agent (spy au)

the snake's pet wolf (war on toril au)

do you want to talk about dinosaurs (random number au)

vesta's secret puppy (little traveller au)

ori's secret puppy (little rogue au)

star child and her wolf brother (adopted time tot au)

first successful test subject (gallifreyan lab doctors au)

an imperfect father is better than none (papa wolf au)

lady luna's emissary (temple guardian au) 

best and brightest (child soldiers au)

the fox fae and the wolf witch (fox and found au)

broken speedster (villain adopts hero au)

[nerdygirlkerrie]

Ship/Character: Tachibana An/Fuji Syusuke

Fandom: Prince of Tennis

Major Tags: None

Other Tags: Yandere, unhealthy relationship, mentioned violence, AU, ooc, not your typical crazy yandere story

Word Count: 1354

So, I wanted to play with this trope a bit and see if I could turn it on it's head.  I think I managed it to some extent.  Certainly, An is different than the normal crazy!yandere partner...  Big liberties taken here, and exaggeration of certain character traits for sure.  Cut for length

She noticed it nearly right away.

He didn’t really make any attempt to be subtle about it, even though the more she learned about him, the more she realized he was capable of subtle, he just chose not to employ it.  He was everywhere – at school, on the way home, when she was out and about.  If she didn’t know any better, she would say he was camping outside her house just waiting for her to leave.

No one was that desperate, right?

She’d met him at school on the second day when she’d shown up at her chosen club and been welcomed with the rest of the first years.  He was a second year in the tennis club, as unfairly attractive as the rest of the Rikkaidai team, boys and girls.  She’d wondered if being attractive gave them an edge in tennis, or if it was just a fluke that a wealthy school was populated by good looking tennis players.

He’d introduced himself as Fuji Syusuke, smiling genially at all the first years before waving and wandering off with the tall, blue haired captain who was so beautiful he could have been the reincarnation of Helen of Troy, if such a person had ever existed.  She’d dismissed him, focusing on practice, since that’s why she was even at Rikkai in the first place.

An wasn’t sure what it was about her that eventually drew his attention.   He hadn’t seemed to care one way or another about her in the first few months of school.  He was one of the elite, a regular on the boys’ squad, he didn’t have time for first years.  She suspected it was probably her meteoric rise to the first string on the girls’ team that started it, because this fact drew the attention of more people than she expected or wanted.

What drove it after that though… was a complete mystery to her.  His attention grew though, and he started to talk to her at practice, smiling his vaguely threatening smile and trying to hold her attention whenever he could.  He was interesting, which made the conversations a little fun, and so she didn’t really think about the way he boxed others out and shifted between her and his teammates like he was protecting her from something.

The situation evolved so slowly that took more time than An would like to admit for her to notice the sudden preponderance of Fuji Syusuke in her life.  He started appearing during school, sitting with her at lunch, buying her sweets and making her laugh.  Then he began to appear when she ran errands after practice on the weekends, inviting her to lunch, and to the movies, places that couples went together, though he never officially asked her out.

But when it became strange that he was suddenly everywhere, An had to stop and consider what she wanted to do about it.  She’d let him insinuate himself into her life like he was her boyfriend, and that was when she noticed all the other behaviors that should have alarmed her along time before.  That was when she realized that he’d been hunting her, and that he’d all but succeeded in cornering her.

Or he thought he did, anyway.  He probably thought she didn’t see the way he used his presence and his smile to threaten her classmates away from her.  How he got irritated when she did something on her own and refused his help.  When a boy form the lower echelons of the tennis team that had confessed to her went missing from school, she knew it had been his doing.  There were rumors that his knee had gotten dislocated and possibly broken somehow and that he would be gone from school for a long time.

She didn’t know how to feel about that.  On one hand, she felt bad for the boy, whose only crime was liking her.  On the other hand, she liked Fuji, and liked spending time with him.  But such behavior was problematic in the extreme and she wouldn’t tolerate it.  He was going to learn that, shortly.

She began her campaign ruthlessly.  It was probably foolish to taunt him, but she wasn’t a victim, and she wasn’t afraid of him.  She chose her target carefully – someone who knew exactly what he was, and who could not be injured or intimidated by him.  Someone that not even Fuji would mess with.

Yukimura was intelligent, and just as terrifying as her would-be boyfriend.  He understood immediately, and smiled his terrible smile.  He was game to play, dancing around her just as much as she did him.  After the first practice of her artful flirting, he bent over, placing his lips near her ear and drawling, “And just what game are we playing with my friend, hm?”

An turned her head slightly, lifting an eyebrow.  “The kind that shows him exactly what he’s dealing with.”

The captain chuckled.  “Careful,” he warned, before straightening.  “Well, if you ever get tired of Syusuke, you’re welcome to try with me, Tachibana-chan.”

As expected, the interaction sparked a fury that might have exploded all over the court had it been anyone but the captain she’d teased and flirted with.  And he reacted exactly the way she though he would.  Denied the possibility of enacting his wrath on Yukimura, he turned it on her instead.

She knew he would strike, but she hadn’t anticipated when and where.  She didn’t expect to be delayed after practice by a missing bag that forced her into the school proper to look for it.  She suspected it was his doing, of course, but she bit, because their show down needed to happen.

He pounced as she passed the music club’s room, arms wrapping around her neck and waist from behind and dragging her into the big, empty room.   “That was a very foolish thing to do, An-chan,” he growled, slamming the door behind them and tightening his hold as he dragged her into the middle of the dark room to have room to work.  “You’ve gone and made me angry now.”

Despite his rage, and the threat that poured off of him, he didn’t hurt her.  He could have squeezed and cut off her air flow, he could have grabbed and bruised, but he did neither.  He buried his nose in her hair and held her tightly, like he was using the embrace to calm himself down.  “And what could you possibly be angry about?” An replied with sass, completely unafraid.  “It’s not like we’re dating, Fuji-kun.  I can flirt with whoever I like.”

“Wrong,” he hissed, temper sparking higher and now his hold began to hurt a little.  “You belong to me.  It’s just us now, forever.”

And there it was.  An’s lips curled as she struck, jamming her foot onto his and shoving her elbow back into his gut, catching him completely off guard.  As he stumbled back, she turned and hooked a foot behind his ankle and pulled, sending him to the floor.  As he cringed on his back, she moved over him, stilling him with a solid foot in the middle of his chest.  “Fuji-kun,” she cooed, tilting her head.  “If you were looking for a weak little thing you could dominate and scare into submission, you chose very wrong.”

She expected more rage, and a lot more fight, but when his eyes open, the cerulean depths looked nothing like she was expecting.  There was desire there, and thrill, and, most shockingly, pride.

Pushing away her surprise, An removed her foot from his chest and crouched, setting her arms on her knees.  “If you want forever, you’re going to have to work a little harder,” she stated, voice full of steel.  She then stood, turning her back on him and walking away.  “And if you ever put someone in the hospital again, you can forget all about me.  I’ll see you tomorrow, Syusuke-kun.”

An was satisfied as she picked up her bag from just inside the door and left the room.  And she was excited by the challenges that lay in the future.