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𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 (𝐩𝐭. 𝐈𝐈) | robert “bob” reynolds

taglist -> @bigteefsmallbrain @baylegend6

WARNINGS -> language, mention of injury

translations -> Детка (baby)

THE ARID BREEZE bristled the still crude, swollen laceration above her eye as it funneled through the rear window of Alexei’s limousine.

The ramshackle remnants of the Red Guardian had found them the following morning, bursting with what one could place as masochistic joy — all to the humiliation of Yelena, who had shrunk in on herself like a mortified teenager in the passenger seat.

The sight played like a memory lost amongst time. Where she’d be exasperated with red-pinched cheeks at some off-the-cuff remark made by her father. He’d chuckle at her, nudging playfully at her shoulder until she relented with a smile.

Though she could have — wanted to — yield to the record spin of nostalgia, she had to abandon the thought, allow it to become a ghost once more. In the wake of its dissipation, she still felt astray from her body, riding the waves of longing…of grief.

The dull tap of a boot’s tip drummed against her ankle, drawing her eyes to John Walker across from her, the tides that churned her soul wading into the shadows for now.

“You’re abnormally non hyper-verbal,” he observed, bedraggled blonde hair becoming tussled in the drag of warm wind.

She stilted an eye roll, “As if you’re worthy of my attention.”

Perceiving the tension that was being stirred by their bridged, blazing gazes, Ava interjected to cauterize the situation, “So, what else do you know about this Project Sentry?”

Fiddling absentmindedly with the keen edge of the file, y/n pursed her lips fleetingly and in spite of the gash at the corner of her bottom lip, “Not much beyond knowing Valentina spearheaded it and everything in this file.” And how it subjected all those people to a death sentence, except for Bob.

The somber tone of dread nicked at her nerves; was he ok?

“Whatever she did, it’s not the shit they injected Steve Rogers with,” Walker remarked airily, easing into a nonchalant slouch against the suede bench seating, “Or Barnes or you.”

A silence momentarily prevailed amongst them beneath the din of the engine and droning discord between Yelena and Alexi.

The circumstances of her superhuman enhancements had seldom been made existent beyond typed words on her SHIELD file that framed it candidly: HYDRA insurgents, abduction from father’s convoy in France, injected with quasi-Erksine serum, profiled abilities - superhuman strength, heightened endurance, and accelerated agility.

The discomfort that then irked amidst the injury on her face made him aware that he had waded into a place he wasn’t welcomed. He itched at the nape of his neck as if to shoo out the awkwardness that came to intermingle with vehicle fumes and dry air. Though, the creep of something akin to understanding edged dimly at his expression.

“We have to go back for him!” Yelena abruptly shouted above the rumble of the unsound engine, inelegantly twisting herself to face them with her hands planted on the leather seat.

“If we enter even a mile within the radius of Valentina, she’ll know, and kill us,” Ava proclaimed in return, a flush of criticism in the tenor of her voice. Her eyes subtly squinted towards Yelena, an implicit questioning of Yelena’s line of thought.

“Or sick Bobby on us like some submissive attack dog,” Walker bluntly remarked, shrugging ever mildly and unbothered with his unfiltered rambles.

The three women simultaneously peered his way, expressions resolutely unimpressed.

“Does your brain ever hurt from all the rotten garbage that is in it?” Yelena mulled, fluttering a mocking gesticulation towards him.

“Oh, kiss my ass, Belova,” he countered eventually, temper propelling him to point a stern finger back at her.

“And catch whatever diseases you carry?” she poised a brow at him before casting a sidelong glimpse out the window and to the warm and expansive golden brown of the dirt road.

The blue makeup smudged beneath her eyes twitched as her gaze broadened, “Fuck.”

Walker, wired with militant hyper-vigilance, scrambled his torso around in the rather tight space of the rear seat. Ava and y/n stretched themselves to peer over his shoulders.

Three tactical SUVs pigmented the sandy horizon, veering sporadically toward the red limousine, gun turrets trained intently at their vehicle.

“I thought we lost these assholes-” Walker started to grumble, sharply interjected upon by a spectacular spray of bullets at the back windshield.

The din of metal denting resounded around them as the bullets skidded against the car’s red shine.

The limousine skirted into a chaotic spell of veers and jerks as Alexei feverishly attempted to elude the gunfire. The hitched crusade he was leading them on had their fingers dug into the seat cushions for stability, bracing their faces from the vulnerability posed by the glass around them.

With one hand hooked on the tattered cushion beneath her, y/n haphazardly collected the file in her lap and huddled it back into her vest.

“Don’t worry your tiny, tiny blonde head - she’s bulletproof!” Alexei shouted, almost too exultingly.

A thousand glittering fragments then scattered on the leather around them as the window fell out from the bullets’ ferocity. John promptly perched up his shield in the whipping gap where the window had been. He hunched against its metal curve, angling it as to sanction some of its protection towards y/n and Ava.

“What happened to bulletproof?!” he bellowed back at Alexei, face scrunched in recoil at the thunder of bullets and wind whirling around them.

“Bulletproof-ish!” Alexei’s yell was strewn with newfound tension, his knuckles flashed white on the steering wheel.

“Oh, for fuck’s sakes,” Ava groused in song with Yelena’s groan as the blonde perched herself forward towards her open window.

Gun propped in her hand as she was jostled around, Yelena finagled herself on the sill.

“Because shooting a pistol at three armored vehicles will save us,” Walker rolled his eyes, and y/n mulled briefly over the ponder if he ever spared a thought before opening his mouth.

With the exasperation of someone who had worn thin with patience, she then shouldered herself away from the protective sheath of his shield. Head achingly bowed, she maneuvered herself in a cumbersome scoot towards the nearest window, crook of her palm weighted on the hammer of her own pistol.

“And hiding behind your shitty shield like a little bitch will?” she bit back, a lithe finger flicking off the safety mechanism.

Peeking over the rubber edge of the blown window, y/n gauged the potential angles she could fire from to strike at the wheels of the foremost SUV.

“Not everyone can have a designer shield!” Walker lamely shouted, tone akin to that of a petulant child.

A cadence of metal thwacks and clunks bounced around beneath the tires whine and ambush of bullets from his shield, as he twisted himself around to inch closer to the window she braced against.

A bridge of vague wrinkles curled around his eyes as he squinted at the opponents that outgunned and outmanned them. The flash of contemplation poked through the ash and bruise on his face, seemingly as if he mused over how he could throw himself into a position of braggart heroism.

Finger still wavered in a flirt towards discharge, she knocked her boot rather harshly upon his calf that had been hurriedly angled against the door, “Move your big head or I’ll blow it off.”

His hand flailed unceremoniously towards her, his sprawled fingers nearly propelling the pistol from her clasp. Instinctively, she reinforced her grasp on the weapon’s handle, fingernails embedding light half-moons on her skin in a spark of agitation.

“Would you-” she started to grunt with a tasteless amount of frustration radiating from her, only for his belligerency to stifle her in a sharp shush.

Her hand was all too keen to intercept his bobbing wrist that danced at the tip of her eyes and nose, “Don’t shush me-”

The shriek of an explosion abruptly then belittled her agitated spurt, her grasp falling lax on his wrist as to reinforce her balance on the seat as the ground resounded with a terrible echo.

A dull push poked at her back that leaned against the passenger seat as Yelena swept herself back into the tottering sanctuary of the limousine.

“What the hell?” Ava huffed out in a grunt, craning her head around the rooted profile of Walker, eyes assuming a narrowed frame — though it was fruitless with the breadth of his shoulders and shield in landscape of the blown out window.

“Can this shithouse-on-wheels go any faster?” Yelena shouted contentiously at Alexei, the ferocity of her bristle rivaling the fiery remnants of the overturned SUV skidding off the road behind them.

“Your hostility wounds her - she is trying her best,” Alexei wagered a sole, stern finger up from the fists that were wound around the steering wheel, pacing it towards Yelena.

Their tit-for-tat fussing was smothered in y/n’s already ringing ears by the throttled backfire of a motorcycle from alongside the two remaining SUVs.

Bracing her hand against the cushion once more, she dared a generous peek around the rubber corner of the window.

“Perhaps try not to give them something to shoot at?” Ava exclaimed over the cacophony of engines around them, ogling y/n as if she were rather unperturbed by the precariousness of her blithe lean out the window.

The limousine lightly bounced in an uneven jaunt as it rattled over a dispersion of rocks, y/n’s head jostling against where it was pressed up against the curve of the window. She rolled her eyes at the remark, aware that the gesture would go unnoticed by Ava on behalf of the angle her head was perched at.

Rattled with a tinge of nausea from the jounce her concussed head was committed to from its current position, y/n tilted away from the window with a few fingers wavering at her temple.

Another metal clang reverberated alongside her as Walker careened his shield away from him as to gauge a more expansive view from beneath the bow of the car roof. She slid her thigh away from the propel of his boot as it clumsily reinforced his heft of weight in the compact area.

“Wait - is that Bucky?!” he blundered out in a rush, his tawny hair askew in the dalliance of wind that gusted through the back.

With a similar air of ebullience, y/n trained her head partially out the window, stray hairs from her ponytail flittering in the tear line of her eyes. Blinking them away, she peered through the dainty plume of dirt and smoke and to the motorcycle readily matching the pace of the leading, last SUV.

Curious, her eyes flickered promptly to the gulley most immediate to her, finding that - amidst the hotheaded quarrel that thrived amongst them - the rider had taken out one of the two SUVs with a shotgun blast to the front tire. The shotgun’s work was suggested by the billow of smoke from the black rubber that permeated around the disabled vehicle now angled down in the sand.

The motorcycle then halted, the rearward tire arching like a pulled-back rubber band at the abruptness of the rider’s braking. For a fleeting few moments, the lone SUV fishtailed away from the rider with the fever of a prey evading a pursuing predator.

“Some savior!” Ava pointedly exclaimed, her hand impulsively aligning to the activator of her mask — an implicit “someone has to save our asses”.

The shrill reverberation of brakes stuttering and subsequently spinning rattled through the limousine, everyone’s faces simultaneously flashing a scrunched grimace.

With fluidity and lithesome skill, the SUV was yanked back from where it was inches from the limo’s taillights. Their pursuer was plucked from the road as if it were featherlight and a mere pebble on the path, rolling over repeatedly as it pummeled amidst the debris of one of the other SUVs.

The pallid harshness of the desert sun weaved amongst the gleam of familiar metal where the grappling hook was embedded into the ground. Bucky. y/n briefly indulged a swirl of relief, the rigidity finely spun in her shoulders easing.

“Yes! I told you!” John clamored obnoxiously.

“Ah - the Winter Soldier!” the boisterous twang of Alexei’s accent came in concert with Walker’s, a blend that was equal parts irritating and childlike. The older man’s thundery laughter buoyed for a few beats afterwards as he obsessively cast his eyes up at the rear view mirror to catch Bucky’s distant silhouette.

y/n relented to a sly roll of her eyes, reckoning that Yelena and Ava shared similar sentiments of irritancy at the duo of men that were evidently ego blind.

She maneuvered herself back from the window, rumpled hair composing itself in a mussed ponytail as she smoothed a hand over the crown of her head.

“You-” she then craned herself as to intercept Alexei’s gaze in the mirror, fingers clenched on the shoulder of his seat in a cumbersome brace, “— stop the car.”

A frown inched onto his forehead at the impromptu demand, as if not familiar to being bossed about - particularly by the likes of someone such as herself.

“She think I’m chauffeur,” a poor excuse of a mumble poked through the corner of his mouth while shaking his head.

Yelena pursed her lips in ill-concealed indignation, favoring silence rather than a verbal stoking of his obstinacy.

“Oh, shit!” Walker’s blurted to no distinct recipient, y/n and Yelena duly twisting themselves around to him and the point of his plight, both bowed down to acquire a better viewpoint.

“That’s not good,” Yelena bitterly murmured.

Bucky’s motorcycle swerved curtly onto their tail end, shotgun propped sky-bound but metal finger poised precariously about the curve of the trigger.

“Stop the car!” y/n’s, Ava’s, and Yelena’s voices verged into a clustered shriek above the roll of the approaching motorcycle’s engine.

Consistent with his ploy of daft idiocy, Alexei lightly smacked his lips in feigned contemplation until he loosely gestured, “Until your name is on side of car, you hush.”

y/n then hastily sprung forward from between Ava and Yelena, hand clasping firmly onto the overhead strap to steady herself fleetingly, “Fine.”

Tightly securing her pistol, she tossed her hands onto the steering wheel in a clasp that rivaled the enhanced strength of Alexei. She roughly wrenched the steering wheel with purpose, Yelena — quick to discern her intentions — jostling alongside her as to jam her foot towards the brake pedal.

It was a perilous string of seconds as the bulky vehicle careened to a halt in a muddle of tossed up gritty sand and dirt. Frazzled and subtly whiplashed, y/n’s hands remained affixed to the steering wheel, Yelena’s scattered breathing flitting against the flush of her cheeks as the blonde glanced at her in tacit questioning — “did we really just pull that off?”.

“I say no touch and then you hijack my Детка,” Alexei’s gaze weighed her with the revolt he’d behold a pestilent rodent with.

y/n only shown him a mirror of the abhorred expression, nose scrunched amongst the lines of a sneer. She vehemently reinforced herself off the steering wheel, unabashed when her elbow jostled his shoulder in passing. A spluttered scoff sprang from the man now behind her as she propelled open the dented in door with the sole of her boot.

The door seldom had a moment to bounce at its springs before it was caught at the upper right, the whir of a telltale, metallic clinch accompanying it.

“y/n?” the sun haloed around Bucky as he partially bent down into the outline of the door.

By virtue of instinct, his blue eyes poked and prodded at her - at the bold and bright bruises, at how she stilled a heedful hand at the crook of her ribs. His atypically troubled gaze leveled with hers and she nodded dismissively with a threadbare smile - “don’t worry”.

“Hey, thanks for not, well, blowing us up,” Walker’s voice spilled out from behind her, bolstering himself at her right side with a hand planted against the doorway.

Bucky’s jaw visibly clenched at the sight of the man who had smugly sauntered into Steve’s legacy and got a power trip from it.

“Alright, before the two of you dick-fight, we have a bigger problem than your fragile egos,” y/n lightly waved off Bucky’s cornered stance towards her, sidling out of the car upon his measured step backwards.

A brush of his fingers against her elbow came as her maneuver onto firmer ground rippled with a quaver, a reminder of looming irks of the ordeal of the past three hours. Her own fingers chased away the lithe grace of his grasp as she mainlined her posture, steadying her hands on the top rim of the door, gaze finding Bucky’s stern, brilliant blue eyes.

“What are you doing with him-” his chin jerked intentionally towards the misfit puzzle assembled in the car, “— with any of them?”

“For a former assassin, you’re shit at subtlety,” Yelena remarked flippantly, catching him through the angled rearview mirror.

“They were sent by Valentina to the same compound I was, told that the other was their target. It was a trap and she tried to kill us,” y/n explained, her tone drawn composed despite the grimness of the circumstances she mulled over, “Obviously, we got away but…”

Her mouth stalled much to her chagrin. Surely, Bucky had heard and seen his share of uncanny oddities in his century’s worth of life — but a nag in her nerves whispered that, for some reason, this time was different.

Bob was different.

The young man, unassuming, with a stature pinched like a wilted flower. The one that swayed on an emotional pendulum with a fond smile one moment, and harsh, disparaging mumbles the next.

“It’s probably for the best that I don’t go with you guys,” Bob gave her a half-sheepish smile, fingers twitching as he fiddled them.

She had looked at him with a frown. The words struck uncomfortably at a knot squeezed behind her ribs.

“I-I,” she then cleared her throat, “-we all get that thought stuck in our heads…let it dwell, swallow us…like a..” a lonesome ache greeted her as an old friend would, the one that had bubbled painfully in her everyday since her dad died.

Bob looked at her with an afflicted intensity that budged with a flare of understanding, “Like a void.”

Her hand that had flitted at accident with his own then hummed in mockery amidst the rumination of him — of who he is.

“We encountered someone else down there,” Ava offered in the stretch of silence, “Bob. Valentina did something to him…enhanced him.” Evidently, she was skirting around the term “experimented” with a prickle of discomfort at the corner of her eyes.

Bucky stood there for a pause, blinking with something verging on tenuous patience. Then, he looked at y/n, “Bob?”

“Bob,” her confirmatory response melded with that of the others idling in the car, a couple of their voices distinct with exasperation that he was sparing the time to doubt them.

Bucky proved ceaselessly unfazed, and y/n cast a frowning glance at him as he spoke solely to her now, “I’m taking them in to testify in front of Congress at the impeachment hearing. That’s why I tracked you guys here.”

y/n lightly scoffed, a few sputters of laughter hissing from the rifts of her lips, “Take them in — when we’re telling you there’s something that could stick her ass in prison for good? I have the file on what she did that’s better than the testimony of a band of depressed, morally questionable mercenaries, Bucky.”

“That’s a little pot calling the kettle black of you, Stark,” Walker hummed, thudding an arrhythmic tune against the doorframe with his bruised knuckles.

“She is very crooked in the mind! Taking wheel of car and jerking it about like maniac,” Alexei feverishly contributed to the rip into her holier than thou facade.

She sobered her tongue to her cheek rather than beckon a serpent of anger into the already unsteady atmosphere.

Bucky regarded her then as if his assumptions of the throng hanging around in her vicinity had been aptly confirmed.

“You told me to find evidence of the enhancement project and I did,” she flitted an accusative finger towards his chest, frustration clenching her jaw.

“A file is nothing when you’ve got firsthand accounts of her operations,” he exhaled with forced measure at her pistol-shot attitude. His tone inherited a ring of finality then, “I already have a ride on its way to bring us back to D.C.” He surveyed her for a generous second — “don’t fight me on this”.

This was a losing battle, y/n could see that. Wherewithal and common sense told her that any further demonstration of attitude was going to be smothered swiftly by the likes of his bleak resolve.

“Pawns in your little stunt as a Congressman? Please,” Walker, indifferent to any murmur of sense that may have dissuaded his arrogance, scoffed.

“Congressman? Go from Winter Soldier to a cuck in tailored suits,” Alexei clicked his tongue disapprovingly without much care that Bucky had heard him.

“You can’t be serious,” Yelena fully turned to Bucky as he blandly motioned for her to get out of the limousine. Her narrowing stare found purchase on y/n, “Stark?”

“She’s already made up her mind,” Ava assessed, a trace overconfident. She tilted her head up at y/n in a challenge of her words as she departed the vehicle.

“And what about Bob?” Yelena murmured sternly, now at y/n’s side with hands rendered useless by a pair of binders behind her back. Her eyes were broad with conviction as the nascent rays of the sun caught them.

y/n knew that tossing forward the rather irritating Stark stubbornness against Bucky was plain foolhardiness — for all intents and purposes, the man wouldn’t hear another word about Bob or Project Sentry, having found a swifter resolution in their collective testimony. Futile, drawn-out testimony before a government she had told to kiss her ass during the Sokovia Accords. She wasn’t going to sidle up to them because Bucky was suddenly straight and narrow.

She often granted Bucky Barnes a hefty dose of benefit of the doubt. Yet, uncertainty rattled like a pebble amidst the generosity she approached him with. Does he think Valentina will back off because a group of unstable former assassins and human experiments tattled on her? y/n wouldn’t wager Bob on a blind hope that she would.

“We’re going to need all the help we can get to get out of this shithole,” she remarked, frisking a few fingers over the rear of Bob’s head that had been propelled against the wall by Walker.

The roam of her touch — concerned, warm, cautious — at the nape of his neck made him cramp in a slight recoil out of instinct. She instantly dropped her hand from the brown tufts, his shoulders withering in what favored frustration more than relief.

He glanced at her almost apologetically, though a glint of resent cracked the gentler tone to his eyes as they flickered over at Walker. Clocking his animosity-strung stare, y/n cocked her head as to obscure some portion of Walker’s profile in Bob’s gaze.

Nearly instantly, softness whetted the entirety of eyes as he looked at her through the dappled light.

The corner of her mouth livened in a reassuring but resolute smile, “We aren’t leaving you here.”

She glanced at Yelena’s eyes that hadn’t lingered off her, speaking carefully and out of Bucky’s keen earshot, “We’re going after him.”

There was a little raise to Yelena’s lips — a simple smile — and y/n mustered a nerve to reflect it. A silent understanding to do what was needed.

She just hoped they weren’t too late.

[multiheadcanons]

I AM CHARGED!

scout: oh, man, what a rush. it’s like it takes him back to his childhood. of running around with his brothers and his cousins, of causing unnecessary trouble, and the fact that he could never keep up. he feels like he’s 12 again, but this time he’s pulling ahead of his brothers, racing ahead of his cousins, and nobody on the red team can miss that smirk plastered on his face, past the blue beams radiating, as he swings his bat as hard as he possibly can. and he doesn’t stop. he just keeps moving. keep up.

soldier: it’s like meth has been injected directly into his eyes. nothing hurts anymore. his hands have been graced with full motion once again, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take full opportunity to cause some havoc. he can’t even speak, all that can escape him is grunts and screeches. and he gets very upset when enemies start to beg. it just makes him want to hurt them more. and god help them if they turn tail. it only makes him want to mow them down. medic does not like ubering soldier unless he is choosing between using it or dying. and the doctor does his best to be out of the man’s radius the second the charge ends. he is not always successful, and then he is stuck with the man, roaming the map until the soldier drops him back off safely at the front lines.

pyro: it’s so cold. the rays are so cold; that they tremble. and they just can’t get warm enough. they can’t empty the gas from the flamethrower and get warm. they couldn’t set themselves ablaze and get warm. they are lost in the arctic pain of the ubercharge. the first few times it stopped them dead. the doctor has had to learn that ubering pyro must be done sparingly, and he better be ready to tell pyro exactly what he needs them to do. and he’s not very good at it. the doctor can’t say “pyro, it’s okay!” enough. pyro is just filled with fear. they do not know what to do. they are pulling the trigger and running as fast as they can. anything to generate any heat that they will never feel through this cold.

demo: demoman would pay top. dollar. to have a pocket medic with a working medigun and functional ubercharge. demoman would stop. drinking. to have his own little doctor. and he is sick of having to beg for an uber. he’s never felt so whole than while under the uber. demoman would never leave the front lines if he could trust a consistent ubercharge from the doctor. and yes, he knows that’s never going to happen, and that the doctor is making calculations and assessing risk that demo himself has and will never. he understands the doctor is ruthless, and any chance of failure is too great to risk wasting an uber. and he is working himself to the bone to become a consistent and confident mass damage dealer. because he wants in on that doctor, too. he needs that uber.

heavy: feeling the chill run up his spine as the rays of the medigun touched his skin, ubercharge activated… it used to be the highlights of his day. of the hour. of the moment. and he does still appreciate it! it has not lost its appeal to the man. it’s just not as… good as it used to be. he actually prefers the kritzkrieg. the way his hands pulse during those moments, it almost feels like his hands have become the gun. he feels the bullets connect to flesh through the tips of his fingers, they ache when he misses. like he punched concrete. or the dirt. it makes him more accurate, the pain doesn’t subside when the charge is over. and he feels refreshed after. like he just stepped into a warm home from a walk in the dead of winter. he just doesn’t miss a beat. it would confuse and annoy him for the amount of ubers he receives to decrease by any amount. even though he is ungrateful for them most of the time.

engineer: engie is the only exception the doctor makes of using an uber to get someone to safety, and the texan is not sure why just yet. frankly, it’s one of the few times he actually wants to get deeper into the fray, his machines be damned momentarily. the best way he can describe it is like back when he was a kid in those texas summers; getting hit with cold water from the hose when he wasn’t prepared. except the hose is on a fire truck. and the shock turns to anger because it just doesn’t stop. it is almost like getting hit with ice. at first, engie would use it to hightail it as far as he can with whatever building he could pack up the fastest until the ray disconnected. now, he uses what the red team has assumed about his tactics to take them off guard. a few well aimed shotgun rounds and a precariously placed sentry can drop a few members of the red team, if he’s quick enough on the draw.

medic: the kritzkrieg is fritz’s magnum opus. he and dell spent weeks perfecting that weapon. and its debut on the field was one of the doctor’s happiest days alive. the looks of horrified shock as he and— hell, whoever, would round the corner and just start dropping bodies… it was a day of vicious, vicious laughter from the man. and they would never see it coming. and they would die for it. he only felt more vindicated when the red medic approached him after battle for the blueprint. he had never seen a look of envy so bright in the man’s eyes. never directed at him, anyway. he felt so… giddy. so superior. he came up with something his own creator couldn’t even fathom. and he made that man beg for it on his knees. he eventually did give him the blueprint, but it took a lot of begging, a lot of bargaining, and a lot of bootlicking. the red clad doctor still owes him favors.

sniper: sniper never gets ubered unless it’s the kritzkrieg, and half the time he does not want that shit. don’t mistake it for him being an ingrate, it is just not a realistically good idea ever. him being ubered means one of two, but usually both of these things— the doctor is wildly out of position and unwilling to move until protection comes, or his own team is beginning to hone in on his spot. it always starts with the doctor. once he feels the rays of the medigun he knows he’s got about thirty seconds to either take it upon himself to move out of position to escort the man back to the front lines and risk getting himself killed on the way there or back, or the entire team is going to be standing around him. this also usually means they are losing.

spy: anytime spy feels the rays of the medigun he is cloaking and forcing the beam to disconnect. it’s too cold. he can’t focus. he feels like he’s back in the fridge. he can see his breath in front of him. maybe. he’s not sure. and he can’t stop every muscle in his body from tensing. he can hardly hold his knife. it trembles in his hands. even if he is in critical condition, he will limp, crawl, or time an enemy blast to knock him to the nearest medkit and hope the damage isn’t enough to take him out. but if it were, it is preferred over the iciness of the medigun. he will genuinely get upset with the doctor if he tries to heal him, and the doctor would never waste an uber on him in the first place for him to know. he doesn’t want to know. the gasps for air from his body being blown to pieces is preferable. though, if the doctor opts for just old fashioned on-field care, he is much more favorable to that. he’s willing to wait as the doctor sews his hand back on. and he can grit his teeth as the medigun reattaches the fibers together. but it’s just so cold.

[thatmadshifter11]

JJK OC IDEAS

Please help me decide what’s good and what I should and shouldn’t keep. New ideas are also welcome, I’m new to the jjk fandom.

Akatsuki Kiko Ayumu

Recently graduated from Tokyo Jujutsu High, Ayumu is a Special Grade Sorcerer who also happens to be a vessel to Sukuna’s daughter, Yamika. She is one of the only sorcerers who could rival Gojo and she could do it without Yamika. Her and Yamika have a sisterly, bff type bound. 

Ideas 1:

Cursed Technique 1: Hemokinesis (Blood Manipulation)

Allows her to control and weaponize her own blood.

Scarlet Needles: She hardens droplets into needles midair and controls them like remote weapons.

Blood Wreath: Wraps herself in flowing blood that acts as both armor and offense—cutting anything it touches.

Drawback: Overuse causes severe anemia, dizziness, or even temporary blindness.

**Cursed Technique 2: Foresight Weaving (Fortune Telling)

A ritual-based technique using charms, dice, cards, or bones. Grants glimpses of potential future moments within a short time frame (5–10 seconds ahead max).

Quick Glimpse: Reflexive use allows her to dodge or anticipate enemy attacks.

Reading of Death: If she completes a full ritual (30 seconds undisturbed), she can view someone’s most likely death scenario—and weaponize that psychological knowledge.

Limitation: Visions aren’t guaranteed and may show misleading or symbolic outcomes. Overuse can cause confusion, nosebleeds, and hallucinations.

**Cursed Technique 3: Veil Mirage (Illusions)

Creates realistic illusions within a radius, layered with cursed energy to fool all five senses.

Phantom Doubles: Projects false versions of herself during combat.

Memory Traps: Alters an opponent’s sense of surroundings, making them think they’re reliving past traumas or locations.

Counters: Can be broken by Domain techniques or anyone with sharp cursed sensory perception.

Cursed Technique 4: Mental Displacement

Disrupts the opponent’s thoughts by injecting cursed energy directly into their mind.

Mind Lag: Briefly causes confusion or stuns enemies mid-battle, disrupting their decision-making or motor control.

Curse Whisper: Allows her to "speak" inside someone's mind, seeding doubt, fear, or false commands.

High Risk: Requires eye contact or direct focus—if resisted, it can backfire and cause mental strain or backlash.

Domain Expansion: The Crimson Tarot

A ritual space in the form of a floating red-tinted realm surrounded by spinning tarot cards and dripping sigils.

In this Domain, she can trap an opponent inside a single tarot card vision—forcing them to experience a “fated” outcome based on one of her future readings.

She can manipulate blood and illusions freely within the domain.

If her fortune telling is accurate, her power is amplified drastically. If it’s wrong, she becomes vulnerable during the backlash.

Personality:

Outward: Calm, regal, poetic speaker, always observing

Inner Conflict: Fears she may become like the curses she manipulates—beautiful but false

Habits: Carries tarot cards, wears rings filled with stored blood, burns incense when preparing to read fate

Ideas 2

Akatsuki Kiko Ayumu – Cursed Techniques Overview

Cursed Energy Style:

Refined, ritualistic, and emotionally controlled. Ayumu’s cursed energy feels cold, fluid, and sharp—like blood ink being drawn across a ritual scroll. She rarely wastes movement and calculates everything like a long-term fortune.

1. Bloodcrafting (Shōketsu no Jutsu | 血結術式)

Category: Offensive / Trap-based Ayumu manipulates her own blood, infused with cursed energy, into weapons, sigils, or tools. She doesn’t need external blood sources—her body regenerates slowly, but overuse weakens her.

Key Applications:

Crimson Vines – Razor-thin blood threads that wrap around or slice enemies like barbed wire.

Blood Sigils – Draws temporary glyphs on surfaces or air. They activate when touched, causing explosions, illusions, or paralysis.

Bloodbound Tether – Links her body to someone else’s—if they injure her, they suffer a mirrored wound (short duration).

Limitations: If she loses too much blood, her control becomes unstable and vision begins to blur.

2. Fortune Threading (Enkaku no Unmei | 遠隔の運命)

Category: Support / Predictive Ayumu reads spiritual threads of fate using cursed tools—usually bone dice, inked cards, or red string. This isn’t absolute prediction, but a glimpse at high-probability outcomes.

Key Applications:

Thread Sight – In battle, she sees faint threads representing actions the enemy may take. Lets her dodge, counter, or feint accurately.

False Fate – Can implant a false prediction into the enemy’s mind. Makes them question their next move.

Death Thread Ritual – Requires 15 seconds of uninterrupted casting. If completed, she sees how someone is most likely to die—and can use that knowledge to psychologically manipulate them.

Limitations: Cannot predict random variables (like someone under mental manipulation or outside interference).

3. Red Veil Illusions (Aka no Gen'ei | 赤の幻影)

Category: Illusion / Disruption Ayumu casts layered, multi-sensory illusions by weaving cursed energy into the five senses. These are usually subtle and manipulative rather than flashy.

Key Applications:

Sensory Swap – Temporarily reverses left/right or up/down sensations in enemies, disorienting them.

Echohall – Creates a hallway or room that loops infinitely until the target realizes it’s an illusion.

Whisper Illusion – Implants a voice into someone’s mind, mimicking a loved one or past trauma to break their guard.

Limitations: Illusions don’t work on those with Domain Amplification or extremely high cursed energy perception.

4. Mind Bloom (Shinsō no Hana | 心層の華)

Category: Psychological / Mental Invasion Ayumu can touch a person's cursed energy field and implant a thought, emotion, or subtle memory distortion.

Key Applications:

Emotion Shift – Causes enemies to feel false emotions like regret, joy, guilt, or dread—useful for interrupting combat rhythm.

Mirror Thought – Briefly syncs with an enemy’s instinctive thought process, letting her copy their fighting rhythm.

Memory Sway – Makes someone believe she said or did something she never did (e.g., "I already placed a seal on you").

Limitations: Requires close proximity or physical connection. Drains her focus, leaving her vulnerable if used too long.

Synergy Between Techniques:

Ayumu often starts fights indirectly, using illusions or false emotions to unnerve or confuse.

She uses blood sigils to control space and fortune threading to decide when to strike.

When pressed, she switches to Crimson Vines and Mirror Thought to engage in direct combat, never without a layered mind game.

Her opponents rarely realize she’s already influenced them—until it’s too late.

Ayumu is a young sorcerer known for her quiet intensity, emotional depth, and resilient heart. She’s not the loudest or the flashiest, but when she moves—people watch. There’s something in the way she carries herself, like she’s walking a tightrope between light and shadow, grace and rage.

Ayumu isn’t just strong because of cursed techniques or battle skills—she’s strong because she’s endured, she’s chosen, and she keeps choosing the harder path.

Core Personality Traits:

1. Empathetic but Not Soft

Ayumu feels deeply—pain, joy, sorrow—but she’s not fragile.

She doesn’t believe in looking away from suffering; instead, she stares it down and learns from it.

People come to her when they need quiet understanding, not loud motivation.

“You don’t have to say it. I already know. And I’m still here.”

2. Morally Grey, But Self-Aware

Ayumu isn’t a goody-goody hero. She’s made ruthless choices when she had to—but she owns them.

She holds others accountable, but never pretends to be perfect herself.

Believes the ends can justify the means—but only if you don’t lose yourself in the process.

3. Independent but Not Distant

She doesn’t rely on others emotionally, but she doesn’t isolate either.

She values earned trust and mutual respect, not blind loyalty.

If you earn her friendship, it’s for life—but betray her, and you’ll never get back in.

4. Intellectually Sharp

Ayumu reads people well—picks up on microexpressions, tone shifts, lies.

She's strategic in battle, often reading the flow of cursed energy and intent before others do.

She’s also emotionally intelligent, which is part of why Yamika listens to her.

5. Quietly Rebellious

She doesn’t start fights with authority—but she never blindly obeys it.

If the higher-ups make a call she disagrees with, she’ll find her own way—even if it means going rogue.

She questions everything and often chooses compassion over command.

Motivations and Inner Conflict:

Her Main Drive:

To protect what matters without becoming what she hates.

Ayumu is always asking herself:

How far can I go before I become a monster?

What’s the point of saving others if I lose myself?

Can someone like me—who holds a curse inside—still do good in this world?

These questions keep her grounded. They’re what separate her from sorcerers who become twisted by the system—or by their own trauma.

Combat Style (Briefly, without techniques):

Fluid and fierce—Ayumu blends elegance with lethal efficiency.

Fights with a measured calm, striking only when necessary—but when she does, it’s devastating.

Uses misdirection, feints, and psychological tactics to unnerve enemies.

Relationships & Interactions:

With Yamika:

As we explored, Ayumu sees Yamika as a companion, not a curse. Their bond is her most dangerous and most meaningful connection.

With Mentors (Gojo, Nanami):

Gojo likes her for her unpredictability, and sees her as someone with the potential to “rewrite the rules.”

Nanami respects her quiet strength and often acts like a reluctant uncle figure—calm, firm, and protective.

With Allies:

Ayumu tends to draw in outcasts, broken people, or those who’ve been judged.

She listens. She validates. And she gives people the courage to be who they are.

Symbolism & Themes Around Her:

Ember imagery: She burns quietly—but she never goes out. Even when smothered, she glows in the dark, waiting for the moment to ignite.

Balance: She walks the line between curse and sorcerer, love and destruction, justice and vengeance.

Mirror and Shadow: She reflects the best in others—but carries the shadows they fear.

Yamika Sukuna

Curse Technique Ideas:

1. Blood Garden (血の苑 - Chi no Sono):

Grows blood-soaked flowers or thorns from surfaces (or bodies).

Each flower blooms by feeding off fear or pain.

They explode or entangle, depending on the user's mood.

2. Cursed Blossom Illusions:

She creates a beautiful illusionary realm full of deadly flora.

Victims experience a dream-like hallucination where time distorts and perception is warped.

Combines her illusion craft with Sukuna's psychological intimidation.

3. Inherited Malevolence (Technique passed down from Sukuna):

Can create small versions of Sukuna’s slashing attacks (Dismantle/Cleave), but in an artistic or graceful form—like ribbon slashes or blossom-shaped bursts.

Possibly has her own variation: “Petal Severance” – a slash that cuts not flesh, but “intention” (it stops cursed techniques or instincts briefly).

4. Heavenly Womb of Rot:

Symbolizing a cursed "birthright," she can implant seeds of decay inside people during battle, causing them to rot from the soul out unless they break her illusion.

This acts as both a trap and a slow-burn execution.

Her Domain Expansion could resemble a crimson garden of decay, where every bloom is a cursed wound.

Personality Overview:

Yamika is the embodiment of chaotic allure—a cursed beauty who thrives on attention, domination, and fear. She's a confident, flirtatious sadist who enjoys playing with her prey—mentally, emotionally, and sometimes romantically—before delivering a crushing blow. Her presence is both intoxicating and terrifying.

Flirtatious & Teasing:

Constantly flirts with enemies, allies, or even people she plans to kill. Her tone is silky, her smile wicked.

Uses pet names like “darling,” “sweet thing,” or “little plaything.”

Touches people without warning, trailing a finger along their jaw, or plucking lint from their shoulder—then laughing when they flinch.

Treats combat like foreplay: “Don’t go dying too quickly—I like them squirmy.”

Cocky & Confident:

Carries herself like a goddess among mortals—she fully believes she’s superior in blood, beauty, and brains.

Often mocks others for their “pathetic emotions” or “heroic complexes,” but she’s never overtly angry—just amused.

Loves being underestimated, only to make her opponent regret it.

Tends to speak as if victory is inevitable: “You already lost, darling. You just haven’t realized it yet.”

Twisted Sense of Love & Ownership:

Gets weirdly possessive over anyone who impresses her in battle or shows resistance to her charms—treats them like pets or potential “toys.”

Might “fall in love” with an enemy mid-fight, only to try and break them emotionally.

Will jokingly propose or flirt with someone she's torturing: “Marry me, won’t you? Or do I have to break your legs first?”

How She Views Sukuna:

Calls him “Daddy” in a teasing or sarcastic tone—she’s not afraid of him, but she does crave recognition.

Fluctuates between mocking Sukuna’s brutality and admiring it, saying things like: “Daddy could learn a thing or two from me. I kill with style.”

May be rebellious, but would never allow anyone else to insult him—only she gets to do that.

Voice & Mannerisms:

Speaks with a playful lilt, like she’s always on the verge of laughter.

Frequently licks her lips, tilts her head, or leans in far too close when talking.

Laughs when people scream—especially if they beg or confess.

When irritated, her voice gets calm and cold, which is more dangerous than when she’s smiling.

Yamika & Ayumu – Cursed Soul Sisters

Though Yamika is the daughter of Sukuna and a powerful curse in her own right, her relationship with her vessel, Ayumu, defies the typical parasitic dynamic seen in Jujutsu Kaisen. Instead of domination or hatred, the two share an unexpectedly strong, sister-like bond built on mutual respect, survival, and an eerie sense of loyalty.

How the Bond Formed:

When Yamika was sealed inside Ayumu, it wasn’t immediate chaos. Unlike Sukuna, Yamika didn’t try to overpower her host—she was curious. Intrigued by Ayumu’s fire, vulnerability, and values, Yamika watched quietly... and then started talking.

Over time, the two began to understand each other. Where most curses would try to erode a host’s will, Yamika found herself admiring Ayumu’s conviction—and even sharing some of it.

Shared Morals and Values:

Freedom & Autonomy: Both women value their freedom to make their own choices, and hate being used as pawns—whether by higher-ups, curses, or fate.

Selective Mercy: Though Yamika is a flirtatious killer, she doesn’t enjoy senseless violence. Like Ayumu, she believes that those who are truly innocent should be spared—though she’ll still tease them.

Hating Hypocrisy: They both loathe those who wear masks of justice but act out of selfishness. Whether it’s a corrupt sorcerer or a self-righteous exorcist, Yamika and Ayumu see right through it—and agree they deserve to be exposed or destroyed.

Value of Beauty and Identity: Ayumu takes pride in being herself, despite being judged. Yamika, though more chaotic, respects this deeply. She believes in being unapologetically who you are—even if the world fears you.

Their Sisterly Dynamic:

Protective of Each Other: Yamika doesn’t allow just anyone to harm Ayumu. If someone threatens her vessel, Yamika’s usual teasing tone vanishes—and something colder, older, and deadly takes its place. Ayumu, meanwhile, has grown to defend Yamika emotionally when others call her a monster.

Constant Bickering... Like Sisters: Ayumu rolls her eyes at Yamika’s flirtatious remarks or drama queen moments. Yamika pokes fun at Ayumu’s moral dilemmas or crushes. But beneath it all, there’s a fierce loyalty.

Late-Night Conversations in the Mindscape: When Ayumu can’t sleep, Yamika talks to her. They share memories, joke about people they hate, or argue about what “love” really means. Yamika sometimes sings in a soft voice, just to mess with Ayumu—or comfort her.

Blended Strengths: In battle, they’ve found ways to fight in sync—Ayumu with her martial arts and technique, Yamika lending cursed energy or manipulating the field with poetic precision. Their synergy is eerie... and powerful.

Shared Body, Shared Will – Yamika & Ayumu’s Synchronization

As their bond matured, Ayumu and Yamika developed a rare, almost seamless ability to cohabitate their body, going far beyond the typical vessel-curse dynamic. Unlike Sukuna and Yuji, who often clash violently over control, Yamika and Ayumu function more like two souls sharing a single body with fluidity and mutual understanding.

Body Sharing Dynamics:

1. Voluntary Switching:

Either one can take the lead depending on the situation.

Ayumu usually handles daily life, emotions, and personal interactions.

Yamika steps forward during battle, interrogation, or when Ayumu is in danger—or just when she’s bored and wants to "play."

The switch is smooth, instant, and often accompanied by visual cues—like a change in eye color, body language, or voice tone.

2. Co-Presence:

Even when one is in control, the other is fully aware, watching, and can comment or guide from within.

Their mental link allows them to have full conversations internally, whether arguing, joking, or strategizing.

It’s not uncommon for Ayumu to laugh at something Yamika says in her head, confusing those around her.

Moments of True Fusion:

In moments of deep emotional stress or combat intensity, their personalities can blend into one, creating a version of Ayumu that moves with Yamika’s confidence and cruelty, or a version of Yamika softened by Ayumu’s empathy.

This fusion isn’t just physical—it’s spiritual. They feel each other's pain, joy, and instinct.

“When I bleed, she burns. When she smiles, I breathe. We are two voices in one song.” – Ayumu

Unique Advantages of Their Bond:

Dual Processing: Yamika can warn Ayumu of danger mid-battle or point out emotional manipulation others might miss.

Emotional Anchoring: Ayumu keeps Yamika grounded when her bloodlust flares. Yamika, in turn, lends Ayumu strength when she’s emotionally overwhelmed.

False Vulnerability: Enemies who think they’re facing just Ayumu are often surprised when Yamika suddenly takes over mid-fight with a smirk and a chilling “My turn, sweetheart.”

Other People’s Reactions:

Sorcerers are deeply unsettled by how well they function together—some even fear Ayumu has been corrupted beyond saving.

Friends often can’t tell who they’re speaking to unless they look closely at her eyes or listen to the subtle change in her tone.

Enemies often think they’re hallucinating when Ayumu suddenly starts flirting like a predator—or when Yamika shows unexpected mercy.

The Sorcerers’ Perspective: Gojo & Nanami on Yamika and Ayumu

Gojo’s View – Amused Respect & Quiet Worry:

Gojo Satoru, with his sharp intuition and ability to see beyond the obvious, doesn’t believe for a second that Yamika behaves simply because of compatibility. He has a theory—one he sometimes shares half-jokingly but always with serious undertones:

“Yamika’s not the kind of curse who follows anyone. She’s not tame. She’s impressed. And she’s smart enough to know when she's outclassed—morally, at least.”

He believes Yamika stays in line because Ayumu doesn’t need her to be powerful. That terrifies most curses. But for Yamika? It intrigues her.

Gojo sees it as a balance of equals, not dominance.

“Ayumu can be ruthless all on her own. She chooses restraint. And Yamika? She's in awe of that kind of control—because she doesn’t have it herself.”

Gojo teases Ayumu about being the only person to ever “tame a curse by making it fall in love with her spine.”

Nanami’s View – Analytical & Protective:

Nanami is more reserved, but he’s observed Yamika’s behavior with Ayumu over time and drawn a strategic conclusion:

“This is not possession. This is partnership. And if anything… the curse follows the sorcerer’s lead.”

To Nanami, Yamika isn’t the threat people think she is—not because she lacks power, but because Ayumu’s will is stronger.

He’s watched Ayumu fight, bleed, and win without ever surrendering herself to Yamika’s influence, and in that strength, Yamika found something rare: respect.

“Curses obey power. Yamika obeys something greater: admiration. Ayumu’s self-mastery is the chain, and it’s one Yamika chooses not to break.”

Nanami worries, though—if Ayumu ever falters, emotionally or morally, Yamika might take the wheel… and never give it back.

Why Yamika “Behaves”:

Not fear. Not submission. But fascination.

Yamika is used to being feared, hated, or sealed. But Ayumu stood beside her, looked her in the eye, and never flinched.

That single act rewrote Yamika’s entire perspective.

“She doesn’t need me to win. She just lets me be part of it. How could I not adore her?”– Yamika, half-mocking, half-sincere

Yamika may flirt, tease, and provoke, but she’s genuinely impressed by Ayumu’s strength, restraint, and ability to lead a path of her own—without fully rejecting the curse that lives within her.

In Ayumu, Yamika sees not weakness—but a mirror of what she could be, if she had ever been human.

Ayumu’s Perspective on Yamika – A Curse, a Companion, a Reflection

Ayumu doesn’t view Yamika as just a curse lodged in her soul. She’s too perceptive, too emotionally grounded for that. While the world might call Yamika a monster, a demon, or a ticking time bomb, Ayumu sees something else—something far more nuanced and far more personal.

At First: Caution and Curiosity

When Yamika first awakened inside her, Ayumu was wary—but not afraid. She knew who Sukuna was, and the idea that his daughter now shared her body should have been a nightmare.

But Yamika didn’t strike immediately. She didn’t scream, claw, or try to rip control away.

She watched. She listened.

And Ayumu, ever-introspective, found herself doing the same.

What Ayumu Saw in Her:

1. A Mirror of Power—Untamed and Unrefined

Ayumu realized quickly: Yamika is powerful, yes—but that power lacks anchor or direction. It’s pure, raw, destructive instinct—but not without intelligence or emotion.

“She has the strength to destroy cities, but the heart of someone who’s never known love without fear.”

Ayumu doesn’t see a mindless curse. She sees potential. Someone who could be more if they just had someone to walk beside—rather than chain them down.

2. An Equal—Not a Tool or a Burden

Ayumu has always believed that people—even curses—deserve to choose who they want to be. And Yamika? For all her flirtation and violence, she chooses not to dominate Ayumu. She offers. Suggests. Even teases.

But never forces.

“She doesn’t need me. But she stays. That means something.”

Ayumu admires that. Deeply.

3. A Companion in Darkness

Ayumu has had her own brushes with pain, loneliness, and being misunderstood. While she keeps her heart warm, she knows what it’s like to carry something monstrous inside.

Yamika isn’t just a curse. She’s the voice in Ayumu’s mind that whispers strength when she’s weak, beauty when she feels broken, and fury when injustice burns too hot.

They don’t always agree—but Yamika never abandons her. And Ayumu would never abandon Yamika.

“If I can love the worst parts of myself... maybe she can learn to love herself too.”

Their Bond, From Ayumu’s Side:

Protective: Ayumu will argue with Yamika, but she won’t let others insult or dismiss her. Yamika may be a curse—but she’s hers.

Empathetic: Ayumu senses the pain behind Yamika’s smirks. She can feel it ripple through their shared soul. And in moments of silence, she offers gentle understanding, not judgment.

Grounded: Yamika tempts her toward darkness, toward revenge, toward indulgence. But Ayumu chooses her own way—and Yamika respects her more for it.

In Ayumu’s Words:

“Yamika is fire—beautiful, unpredictable, and dangerous. But fire isn’t evil. It just needs something strong enough to hold it. I don’t fear her. I see her. And I think… maybe she’s starting to see herself too.”

[charliemwrites]

https://www.tumblr.com/charliemwrites/734894560372785152/i-feel-like-johnny-would-keep-his-pet-in-a-place

could you write a one shot about this please?

Hi there! Sure, I can take a crack at it.

(Warnings for chasing and crying, shy thing does not enjoy this game of tag)

It takes a month for Johnny to let you outside. He coos that you’re too skittish and little to be out there even with supervision - something will scoop you right up!

But you’re desperate enough to get even a glimpse of the outside world again that you fully commit to asking. Legs tucked under you on the couch, hands on his chest, eyes big and mouth soft.

“P-please?” You ask with just a little whine in it. “I wanna see the rest of my home.”

Even though he’s kidnapped you, lying never feels good on your tongue. Like tiny needles injecting venom into your tastebuds, it’s bitter.

But it works.

Johnny takes you out back with your hand firmly in his, fingers interlocked like a couple. Your heart sinks a bit when you see just how isolated this cage is. Forest as far as your eyes can see, dense and untamed. No fence or walls though…

You tell yourself you’re biding your time and strategizing when really you’re just working up the courage. The consequences for failure, you’re aware, could be fatal if not painful. Or both. You try not to think about it as the luxurious, soft life he says he’s offering becomes ever more tempting.

One day he lets you out untethered. He’s been letting your radius for wandering expand a little more each time, assured by your consistent return when he calls. Today he gets a call, left his phone inside but you both can hear it from the yard.

“Ah, that’s the LT’s ringtone. Behave, doll, I’ll be right back.”

You only wait until he’s past the doorway before bolting. Have no idea where you’re going or what you’ll do. Just need to get far and fast. Branches and brush scrape at you, you almost trip three times. Feel like your heart is beating out of your chest because this has to work. You’re terrified of what it means if it doesn’t.

It feels like you’ve been running for a small eternity when you hear it - a loud snap behind you. You chance a look over your shoulder and nearly scream. Hes right there. And that grin on his face….

You dart between trees, hop fallen logs. Every step of the way he’s right behind you, pacing you.

You see a break in the trees up ahead, pray it’s a road or something and run as fast as you can, burst through the tree line-

“Gotcha!”

Johnny takes you tumbling down into the soft grass, covering your head and face, rolling with the momentum until you’re pinned under him. Tears are already spilling over as he laughs above you.

“Silly baby,” he coos, “should have told me if you needed some exercise! That was so naughty.”

You stutter out an “I’m sorry” praying for mercy now.

“Now, I’ll be nice since this is your first time, but you are getting punished.”

You shudder, tears coming faster. He tsks and gathers you, starts walking you both back towards the house.

“Now, now,” he chides teasingly, “if you’re brave enough to go wandering in the woods, you’re brave enough for a little discipline, aye?”

[lizajane2]

Episode 3:

Mary: "If the hellblood somehow gets past those, there's always the nano-explosive I injected him with, that's programmed to activate if he gets outside of a one mile radius. Even that thing should have trouble healing from a bomb in its fucking neck."

Me whenever I hear her call Dante a thing, it or hellblood:

Like he's still fucking human...

"Bloody hell. Just when I was about to kill her." You know I wouldn't have minded if all those demons took her and her team out right then and there.

Last Resort was the best choice for the highway chase scene.

"Damn he's (Dante) cool." It's hard to argue with that, cause it's true.

Episode 4:

"This dumbfuck devil spawn has no idea it's leading us right to it." The problem i have is it doesn't roll of the tongue easily, especially with the use of "devil spawn". Like why not just keep the word dumb fuck as is? or better yet, "this fucking devil spawn has no clue it's leading us right to it," because you're essentially still calling the White Rabbit a dumb fuck by saying he is clueless.

Man having kids fight with that kind of strength... props to mom, cause I could never.

Is it wrong that I felt satisfaction watching Lady/Mary's team get absolutely decimated? You ran into a demon's hideout half-cocked and overconfident... I mean what did she expect?

Mary: "Please save me."

Demon: "Okay"

*mary sees their horns and raises her gun at a family*

Demon: "The air itself is poison. Children rarely survive their first year. We couldn't accept that fate."

Mary: "Weak-ass sob story"

Me: "This is why I have no sympathy for your weak ass sob story."

[demonmew25]

Bound and Gagged

Help! The slayers captured Muzan!! Good thing he was wearing his fancy underwear lmaoooo.

So yeah, I did the Muzan drawing after the poll results, I was sniggering the whole time drawing this 😂

To keep Muzan contained, he is bound with chains made of nichirin and the silk on the wrap around the gag is coated in wisteria oil. Of course he is mostly naked for fan service and myself lmao. I assume they inject him with wisteria essence to keep him somewhat sedated as Muzan is extremely powerful otherwise and he would probably escape and destroy everyone within a 10 mile radius for this humiliation lol.

Heads up, this is not a disgusting"non con" thing, the slayers will NOT do anything sexual with him. I personally can't stand non con and although Muzan is evil, I would never put my Pookie through that 🥺 this is just me creating a story for the drawing 🥰

I doubt the slayers would keep Muzan alive if they actually did capture him, but maybe here they are experimenting on him, I mean he is a medical miracle after all. 😅

This was a fun draw, maybe I need to draw anatomy more often 🥰

[peachmangofuzz]

from this day forward - shohei ohtani au

a wedding au where shohei and female reader have broken up and anywhere within shohei's 5-foot radius is molten lava

special mentions: lars nootbar as the couple's best friend

trope: friends to lovers to strangers to lovers again, second chance, a bit of forced proximity, fluff

word count: 4560 words

other notes: started out as angst but decided towards a more peaceful resolution

written under the influence of 1989 the vault tracks. thank you mother taylor for your genius brain.

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The next time you'd see Shohei Ohtani was in a wedding ceremony. He would be wearing an expensive grey suit and a tie in oxford blue that you've picked up for him months before. His thick dark hair would've been waxed and slicked back showing more of his forehead. If it had been last spring, that hairstyle would not have lasted as your fingers would tug the back of his head while he stole you kisses at the security of someone's bathroom sink, locked away in the gentle murmur that both escaped your lips. You'd be late and attracting a lot of stares from the guests and terse expressions from the bride and groom, definitely knowing your shenanigans. Instead, you came here alone, at the demand of your best friend and bride, Jessica, agreeing to meet up with the rest of the entourage. Your absolute consolation would be rubbing elbows with some of Jessica's celebrity friends, being a celebrity herself, and eating expensive food. For free. You'd be seeing Shohei too, yes, since he used to be in Jessica's social circle through you, only this time, you'd be alone.

You clutched your drawstring purse tightly and made a beeline towards the mobile bar that served drinks. If you'd have to go through this entire ordeal while nursing your broken heart--in a wedding reception, no less--you might as well get plastered.  

In the last summer that you've spent with Shohei Ohtani, you realized it wasn't all rainbows and sunshine. Although the relationship did start as a one-night stand and friendly banter, you caught yourself falling deep for him. You believed he did too as he spent more and more time in your apartment and called you often despite being out of town for the season.

You knew the consequences being involved with him like that but as if under a spell, you ignored the red flags that came with being his lover. One of them being constantly reminded of public pressure and opinion. Not even being a hotshot professor with a PHD in Creative Writing and Literature in a prominent university could save you from criticism. Being the golden boy of Japanese baseball had its repercussions. The media's constant prodding into your relationship took a toll on you since the beginning. You don't like attracting attention to yourself. You were quite the private person, so was Shohei. He only answered questions about his work in the big leagues, in respect to your wishes. So why did it feel like a betrayal when he actually dodged the media when they playfully inject questions about your not-so-secret secret? Why did it feel like a denial when he could've acknowledged the relationship like a normal person at least once? But Shohei was not a normal person, and you knew that. He was special beyond imagination and you wouldn't want to do anything that would ruin his reputation, much like his chances to appease both Western and Japanese media. 

Secondly, when his dedicated fanbase learned about you being in Shohei's life, they went rabid. They found your social media accounts despite having a vague name handle on Instagram; you didn't even have your personal photo on your profile. But they were scarily smart, his fans. They figured out your cryptic photos and captions that aligned to the locations Shohei was recorded to be at (and those were your actual short quiet dates around town during his free days). You had to ironically laugh out loud once, when it all suddenly happened, an unspeakable number of notifications flooding your phone, messages you couldn't ever dream o tf ever receiving.

"Are you sure you're Shohei's girlfriend??? you don't look like Shohei's type at all."

"Girl, you're constantly with Shohei recently? Are you a stalker pretending to be his girl for attention?"

"This girl in her delulu era lmao"

It took you all the restraint in your body to reply to these anonymous accounts, convincing yourself it was not worth it. You knew with every fiber of your being that showing off Shohei Ohtani as your boyfriend was worth every malicious comment sent to you, but you didn't. You never did. You never mentioned this to him despite the anxiety eating you alive. For you, at that time, as long as you have him tangled in bedsheets, in the quietest moments, the clamor of the world outside did not matter. 

Of course, you were wrong again. Much like every out of the ordinary couple, it was destined to fail. It did not take long until he got frustrated with your frustrations. It also affected your work. More and more students gossiped and faculty bullied you into oblivion. But why couldn't you tell him anything? Why wouldn't you show him how heavy carrying the relationship has started to feel? The thing is, you didn't feel like you should demand anything more, that being with him was already a blessing and demanding more means being greedy.

One night when both of you were coming off from a sugar high after eating too much cookie dough from Target, your head lay on his arms and his face pressed against yours. You laid there in bed with him in the silence, except for the rapid beating of your heart against his chest. You prayed for moments like this, and now it's happening. You love this. You love hi--

"I think I love you." you blurted out.

"Hmm?" he doesn't lift his head and continued to lay there, voice sounding sleepy as ever.

"I think... I think I'm in love with you, Sho." you whispered. "I like you more than the first date. It's just something I felt a while back..." you rambled on waiting for a response and when you tried to unentangle yourself from his hold, he suddenly tightened his embrace, beckoning you to stay still under the covers. He started lightly snoring after a few minutes.

He heard it, right? You thought he had fallen asleep but he heard you.

So why didn't he say it back?

"You gave up on him, remember?" You said to yourself as you sipped your first glass of raspberry limoncello prosecco. "So stop acting like he owes you anything. Not even an explanation or closure, Y/N."

You caught your faint reflection on the sliding glass door right beside the mobile bar. You were wearing a blue satin dress you bought for this wedding. The neckline going lower than when you first tried it on, revealing a bit of your cleavage. The dress also has a bonus feature: the maxi dress has a slit that stops just below your right thigh. You originally bought this at the same with Shohei's tie. You thought you'd surprise him with how sexy the dress was, and with you wearing it, you could only imagine his reaction. You sighed, as you took one last look on your dress, you noticed a familiar face nearing from behind you.

"Are you sure you're not trying to get him back with that dress?" Lars Nootbar loomed from behind, grinning, eyeing the skirt.

"It would need me more than a seductive dress to get him back, Lars." You scoffed. "Besides, I'm not that drunk yet." You proudly raised your half full glass of prosecco. Lars, your best friend and wingman, who was unfortunate enough to get caught in the Cold War (Pre-Break-Up Phase), down to the Great Depression (Post-Break Up Phase) and had to be there for the both of you, separately. Poor old Lars couldn't pick a side between his two besties, that he had to go back and forth between spending his time comforting you while you went on a How I Met Your Mother rabbithole while eating only salty snacks and leftover cake; and Shohei dragging him to go on a 5-mile jog almost every morning and deadlifting more than 400lbs lbs to "bulk up for the next season". Shohei knew that Lars could smell through his bullshit. Lars gave no comment every time he suggested something crazy during their workouts, or tried to talk him out of it. He was also tightlipped on how both of you were dealing with the break up, and for that, you and Shohei were grateful. 

"Well, I'll keep my radar on in case you start hysterical crying during the reception."

"Good call. Maybe tie a leash around my ankles while you're at it." you rolled your eyes and he sniggered, revealing his dimples. 

"Lars, I swear to God, I just want to go through this wedding without breaking down. The good thing is our breakup is already out in the open, so he's walking the aisle last with his new, equally-tall, bridesmaid partner, who also happens to be a model for Vogue Japan." you said a matter-of-factly.

"Did you do your research on the bridesmaids, Miss FBI?" said Lars. It was only a matter of coping that you stalked all the women he has spent time with in social events. This wedding is no different, you thought. You just wanted to know if he had moved on with another fling. If he already replaced you that quick, then it would make you feel more vindicated when you presumed he didn't love you and fight for you at all. 

"The internet is an amazing thing. I know now how his fans got so obsessed with hunting me down."

"Did you run out of TV series to binge on that you're now stalking your ex?" said Lars. He was smiling but his eyes showed a slight worry in his expression.

"Someone's got to fill in the role of the crazy ex, you know." you joked. "Don't worry, big guy, I'm not going to have a relapse after just one wedding."

He eyed you dolefully. "I'll keep an eye on you, lady."

"There he is! Our MVP!" someone shouts. Suddenly a number of guests flocked towards the end of the hall, clapping and greeting Shohei Ohtani, who just entered the reception with Ippei Mizuhara, his trusty friend and interpreter. He smiled politely and greeted everyone as he tried to find his way towards the crowd, eyes scanning the place.

"Ooh... He came without a date. Interesting turn of events--" commented Lars, about to say a joke but was interrupted when you swiveled on your feet so fast, you could've been a Yo-yo. Lars let out a loud laugh, inviting a few looks from nearby guests. Your back facing them, sipping your prosecco nervously, and pretending your Midnight Blue marble nail art is more interesting than Baseball star, Shohei Ohtani (who inconsequentially just happens to be your ex-lover. NBD.)

"Shut up and stop looking at him!" you hissed. 

Lars chuckled and before he could say anything more, the wedding coordinator's voice boomed into the speakers. "Entourage, come forward please."

"Oh, fantastic. Here we go." You downed your remaining drink and took Lars by the arm. 

By the time you got to the entourage queue, someone called your name.

"Y/N as bridesmaid, come here please." Linda, the wedding coordinator in a stunning dress suit and pants called out. You went to her, trying to avoid eye contact with everyone else. Everyone was probably gossiping how you and Shohei didn't arrive together, or why you have your arms linked with Lars instead of his. You tried brushing it off but the guests' side glances really bothered you.

"Groomsmen, Shohei Ohtani. Stand beside Y/N, please." 

It must've been the wine because you thought you were hearing things. You chuckled to yourself. You thought Linda called--

"Shohei Ohtani, stand here, please!" Linda was waving at Shohei, who was at the back of the line to come forward and pointing at the space beside you. It took you a couple of seconds to realize what it all meant. Your eyes turned around to look for Lars. He was 2 rows behind you and reciprocated your panicked gaze. 

"Um, Linda, there must've been a mis--" You started but were immediately cut off when Shohei came to your side. 

"We're good, Linda. Thank you." He smiled politely and shook his head at me. You could only look back in disbelief.

"Didn't you say you'd have the list updated with Jessica?" You blurted out.

"I did."

"So?" Your voice raising. Shohei gave you a furtive look. He stood closer and offered his arm. All those mental preparations you had planned went down the drain as soon as you stood close to him.

"I couldn't." He started.

"I know I should have. When we split up, I always thought we would get back together so I put off telling Jessica about the breakup... and changing the list... would be... Pointless."

"You act as if you did something to prevent the breakup." you said bitterly. "Let's just get this over with and move on to our separate ways, okay?"

He looked pained when he searched your eyes, hoping you could return his gaze. You didn't and only looked straight ahead. You knew he was looking at you. You knew he was trying to say something more but couldn't. You knew that if you looked at him and saw his sad brown eyes, you'd go soft and all those months of trying to get him out of your system would all be for nothing. You're able to stand up now because you chose not to wait for him anymore. Don't go searching for a reason to look back now. 

You swallowed hard. Making a big deal out of this would only draw flak from other guests and with especially with Jessica. It's her day after all. No time for any of your meltdowns. The last thing you wanted to do is make a scene in the presence of Shohei. Especially in front of Shohei, so you put on your big girl shoes on and took his arm to walk down the aisle. You silently die inside as you gripped his biceps hard against your hand. 

Oh god, this is going to be a long day, you groaned inwardly.

The wedding ceremony went surprisingly quick. The bridesmaids were seated separately from the groomsmen on the opposite side of the hall. Once you and Shohei reached the end of the aisle, you immediately let go of his arm and walked towards the bridesmaids' table without glancing at him; Shohei did the same and walked as fast and normal as he could, trying to steady himself being near you after months of separation.

When the host announced the newly weds' entrance, you were already on your second flute of champagne. Of course, you didn't pass up the opportunity to taste the petite crab cakes and tuna tartare from the appetizers. You busied stuffing your mouth with as much food as you could so there wasn't any room for conversation. In between bathroom breaks and buttermilk biscuit refills, you'd spot someone you knew from you and Jessica's school, or from Shohei's circle, stopping by to say a quick hi. Of course, you'd exchange curt greetings and you braced yourself when it spins to the impending question.

"So sad to hear about you and Shohei, dear." one of the guests, Mrs. Nakamoto, approached you with her wine glass. She dazzled every time the lights caught the rhinestone jewelry adorned all over her neck.

"I'm okay, Mrs. Nakamoto, thank you for your concern." you faked a smile and responded with the lines you have rehearsed a hundred times in front of the mirror.

"Couples fight, that's normal. Fighting means you want to fix things." she said, looking at you. "Don't be too mad at him anymore. He loves you, you know."

You look at her, bewildered. "I don't quite under--"

"He spoke to the media and asked to give you privacy." she winked. "Oh to be young and in love. Makes you fearless, don't you think? The fans were not happy though. Have you seen it yet?" she asked pointedly when she saw your blank expression.

You had no idea what she was babbling about. It could be the wine, or probably some tabloid news she heard from the grapevine. You intend to correct this but as if Mrs. Nakamoto could read your mind, she interrupted your thoughts before you could open your mouth.

"He won't go far to scold his fans if he doesn't want to protect you and your relationship, you know." she winked and with that she floated away with her twinkling diamonds, leaving you utterly shocked. Scolded his fans? Since when did Shohei talk about his personal life in front of the press? Mrs. Nakamoto must've been mistaken. The world would be ending and he would only talk about baseball more than anything.

You tried following Mrs. Nakamoto but she had already disappeared into the crowd. Lars came into view, dimples on display and cheeks flushed from all the dancing, probably.

"Hey, sweet pea. Having fun on your own?" he asked.

"Just about to." you took a swig of your last champagne and dragged Lars into the dancefloor. He quickly noted the change of music and started dancing.

"I love this song!" you exclaimed as I Don't Wanna Dance With Somebody started playing in the background. You were swaying your hips and singing the song word by word, not a care in the world. For the first time tonight, were actually enjoying yourself.

It took 3 songs until Lars called timeout. His face flushed and sweaty from keeping up with you, almost heaving.

"Man, do you already have weak knees at that age?" you giggled and tried to hold on to him thinking he might suddenly collapse from exhaustion.

"I think I actually do, dude. I'll remember not to underestimate you on Just Dance." he was looking at something from behind you, as if looking for someone.

"If you want to sit down, we can sit down back there--"

The music switched up and suddenly a slow song started. Grow Old With Me by Tom Odell.

Lars took your hand and led you into the middle of the dancefloor. Unknowingly, you followed along. He might've already recovered and want to dance more. He is your partner in crime tonight, after all. Whatever confusing feelings you felt after talking to Mrs. Nakamoto earlier has been swept away from your mind. At least momentarily.

And then it happened too fast, you didn't have the time to process what was happening. One moment you were holding Lars' hand, now you're facing Shohei, his right hand slithered to your back, and the other on yours, leading the dance. He thanks Lars and Lars taps his back, retreating back into the dancefloor as if he nothing happened. Of course, he is also Shohei's best friend and wingman. Of course, he'd do this. He is definitely going to hear a lot from you once you get back at him.

Shohei pulls you harder to him, shaking your attention from Lars to him. Only him. He's looking at you and you're looking at him like it was a dream. Or a nightmare. You couldn't decide because his perfume invaded your system and is causing your mind to stop working.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"That dress is so revealing, Y/N." he finally said after a few moments.

"Wow. That's none of your business." You snapped, annoyed now. What a way to break the spell. "I didn't wear this for you."

"Hoping you could bring a date home tonight?" he said, voice low.

Oh, he did not. The worst thing he could do is provoke you on a night like this. Not when you're on the brink of alcohol intoxication. Your mouth runs everywhere when you're drunk.

"Why does that concern you? I can because I'm single anyway. You should try it too."

"Who said I was single?" Shohei looked pissed off now. As much as you want to escape, as someone with Scorpio rising, you just want to play with fire.

"Oh, you did you replace me with? Was it the Vogue Japan model? Or the badminton player during the gala?" you pushed.

The look on his face gave you chills on your bones. Oh, he was angry angry.

"I'm starting to think you believe what the tabloids wrote more than what I ever told you in the past."

"What did you ever tell me, Sho? I'm curious. I don't think I ever heard you say anything reassuring." You don't want to go through this anymore, no matter how pissed off you feel. You just want to go home and take a long warm bath while listening to your sad breakup playlist.

You let go of Shohei's hand and stopped dancing. You turned your heel and walked towards the exit, in the middle of the wedding band's rendition of Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley. 

At the corner of your eye, you saw Lars dancing and flirting with one of the bridesmaids. He noticed you but you waved him off, stopping him. If he was enjoying the night, you shouldn't drag him along with him. He has already done so much for you. You can handle this on your own tonight.

You shivered as soon as you stepped outside the hall. You let a light wind breeze through you as you walked around the garden path, lost in your own thoughts. You mentally smack yourself for forgetting to bring a coat again. It was a cold evening and you no longer have Shohei to keep you warm. And you were always so cold. You'll have to get used to bringing your own coats again. You, who has always been okay being alone pre-Shohei days, would have to wake up without his good morning texts again. Dining alone. Sleeping alone. Watching movies alone. 

Walking aimlessly in the garden, you remembered your conversation with Mrs. Nakamoto and fished your phone from your purse. You knew it was not a good idea to be watching his interview videos anymore but curiosity killed you. You googled his latest interview video and pressed play.

The interview started with the usual introductions and questions about baseball and his performance from the last game. He answered them attentively and politely. Then, a reporter suddenly asked him about you.

"Since you are attending Jessica Thuy's wedding next week, do you have plans on addressing if you and Y/N are gonna be endgame? Or has the fans scared her off already?" the reporters' laughter was heard on the recording. Ippei, who had been within shot the whole time, looked like he wanted Shohei to ignore the question but Shohei grunted and gave the cameras a sarcastic smile.

"I thank the fans for their constant support of my games and schedules. I'm grateful, really. But they don't have a say on who I fall in love with." The crowd went quiet, waiting for him to say more. He gave in and indeed more, much to their delight. "The woman I'm in love with is a very private person. It took me a long time to get to know her because she's always had her nose buried in a book. She gets super chatty when she talks about the things she is passionate about. She would not, for the life of me, stop talking about astrology. She once cried when she learned that Manatees are endangered species. She has a laugh that the fans commented negatively about. I find her laugh the most adorable thing I've ever heard and I don't want to live in a life where I don't hear it ever. I hope the fans respect that. Thank you." It was as if the wind was sucked by a vacuum and got sealed elsewhere. Even Ippei was speechless. He couldn't believe Shohei said that in front of the media. He was fighting for you. He finally set his boundaries.

He signaled the end of the interview and went out of frame just in time for the video to end.

You turned around to go back to the reception but saw Shohei standing behind you, his face glistened with a wistful expression. You stood there with tears in your eyes. That interview sounded like a confession of love and now you want to hear more.

"When you left I really thought you brought all the sunshine with you. Literally... It was always raining in our games." He said. "In my heart, too. It's true. I don't ever want to live in a life where I don't have you, Y/N."

"I figured the best way to get you back was this wedding, since you know, you've blocked me everywhere. You even told the receptionist in your apartment to never let me in." he pouted.

"And about that night... I was embarrassed because you said it first. I thought that when I'd finally say it, it would be after I plan the craziest, most beautiful date ever. You know, private restaurant reservation, red roses, fireworks, all the jazz. I wanted to give you that much." he chucked darkly to himself. "I know now that I have been the biggest asshole to let that moment slip away and let you go without bringing up a fight. I should have said it right then and there. Fireworks or no fireworks."

You went through a rollercoaster of emotions over his speech. After watching the video, you wanted to storm back to the reception and confront him, angry because it made you feel ashamed at what the both of you had to go through in the last couple of weeks. Now you just want to laugh out loud at how this has unfolded.

"Fireworks?" you squeaked, wiping tears that threatened to fall from the sides of your eyes.

"Well, they're a bit romantic...don't you think?" he said shyly, looking down. You finally burst in a loud, belly laugh.

"You idiot. Come here."

Shohei took huge strides to get to you, smiling widely. You forgot how much he towered over your small frame. You had to strain your neck to look up at him. "I hope it's not too late to say it. I don't have the fireworks though. I didn't get to plan if this cornering-you-in-the-wedding thing is going to work out... And as for the tabloids, I--"

You went on your tiptoes and pulled his face to yours. "Stop talking."

You gave him a light peck at first, testing the waters. He returned the kiss with more pressure, as if trying to catch up with lost time. He put his hands on your waist and pushed his body towards you with so much fervor. This time, his movements became needy, frantic even. As if any moment from now, you'd disappear again.

He held the nape of your neck and pulled you closer, opening your mouth with his tongue. He licked the insides of your mouth, making you shiver with pleasure. A moan escaped your lips and you held on to his shoulders tightly. Both of you are lost in the kiss, pulling and pushing each other's bodies like molding clay, hoping that after this, you come out as one body, one soul and one heart.

You only parted when you needed to breathe for air, foreheads touching. You're both needy now, desperate for more of his touch. Anywhere that he hasn't touched feels on fire. His hand wandered through your clothed chest and squeezed your breast tightly, earning another moan from you. You let your leg stroke his middle and felt him harden, all while your hands pinched his ass. He grunted a noise and gave you a hungry look. Anything that you've thought before this moment has been forgotten. You remembered how much you wanted this, how much you wanted him.

"I love you, Y/N. I'm sorry I took so long to say it." Shohei finally broke the kiss and looked at you. "Fuck, that feels so good. You don't know how happy I am that I could finally say that. I love you."

You too couldn't imagine a better moment for him to say it.

Fireworks or no fireworks.

[pikahlua]

MHA Chapter 398 spoilers translations

This week’s initial tentative super rough/literal translations under the cut.

1 弟子にして下さい でしにしてください deshi ni shite kudasai Please make me your disciple.

tagline 1 No.398　八木俊典：ライジングオリジン　　堀越耕平 ナンバー398　やぎとしのり：ライジングオリジン　　ほりこしこうへい NANBAA 398 Yagi Toshinori: RAIJINGU ORIJIN   Horikoshi Kouhei No. 398 Toshinori Yagi: Rising Origin  Kouhei Horikoshi

tagline 2 飛来するのは⁉︎ ひらいするのは⁉︎ hirai suru no wa!? As for the one flying!?

sound effect キュウ KYUU [grip]

1 超酸注入 ちょうさんちゅうにゅう chousan chuunyuu Super Acid Injection

2 "ピンキー"‼︎ "PINKII"!! "'Pinky"!!

3 巻き戻ったそばから まきもどったそばから makimodotta soba kara "Right after you rewound"

4 腐食し続けちゃうなあ⁉︎ ふしょくしつづけちゃうなあ⁉︎ fushoku shi tsudzukechau naa!? "you're continuing to corrode, see!?"

5 オオルマイト OORU MAITO "ALL MIGHT" (Note: This line is written with nigori on each kana for extra emphasis.)

6 "生ゴミ"じゃなかったっけ!!? "なまゴミ"じゃなかったっけ!!? "nama GOMI" ja nakatta kke!!? "Didn't you say I was 'Raw Garbage'!!?"

1 手伝わせて下さい てつだわせてください tetudawasete kudasai "Please let me assist you."

2 バカ言え"個性"も無いんだろ？ バカいえ"こせい"もないんだろ？ BAKA ie "kosei" mo naindaro? "That's crazy talk, you don't have a quirk, right?"

3 ついてくんな tsuite kunna "Don't follow me."

4 お願いします おねがいします onegai shimasu "Please [take me on]."

5 棒切れで半径３メートルを守りな ぼうきれではんけい３メートルをまもりな boukire de hankei 3 MEETORU wo mamori na "Aren't you protecting a 3-meter radius with a stick?"

6 家族は昔殺されました かぞくはむかしころされました kazoku wa mukashi korosaremashita "My family was killed long ago."

7 私もだ わたしもだ watashi mo da "So was mine."

8 他人の復讐につき合う程暇じゃない たにんのふくしゅうにつきあうほどひまじゃない tanin no fukushuu ni tsukiau hodo hima ja nai "I don't have time to get involved with other people's revenge."

9 …許せないんです …ゆるせないんです ...yurusenaindesu "...I can't stand it."

10 奪った者が得をする世の中が… うばったものがとくをするよのなかが… ubatta mono ga toku wo suru yo no naka ga... "A world where those who steal profit..."

11 奪われた人の悲しみが憎悪に変換される…この螺旋が… うばわれたひとのかなしみがぞうおにへんかんされる…このらせんが… ubawareta hito no kanashimi ga zouo ni henkan sareru...kono rasen ga... "and the sadness of those who are robbed is transformed into hatred...this spiral..."

12 ーーで？それをどうー…… --de? sore wo dou-...... "--So? What will you do about-......"

1 皆が笑って暮らせる世の中にしたいです みんながわらってくらせるよのなかにしたいです minna ga waratte kuraseru yo no naka ni shitai desu "I want to make a world where everyone can smile and get along."

2 その為には象徴が必要です そのためにはしょうちょうがひつようです sono tame ni wa shouchou ga hitsuyou desu "For that, a symbol is necessary."

3 …何の …なんの ...nan no "...What kind?"

4 平和の へいわの heiwa no "Of peace."

5 どれだけ建物を生やして どれだけたてものをはやして dore dake tatemono wo hayashite "No matter how many buildings are rebuilt

6 復興したように見えたとしても ふっこうしたようにみえたとしても fukkou shita you ni mieta to shitemo "and things seem to recover,"

7 人は依然怯えて暮らしています ひとはいぜんおびえてくらしています hito wa izen obiete kurashite imasu "people still go on living in fear."

8 心は闇に覆われたままです こころはやみにおおわれたままです kokoro wa yami ni oowareta mama desu "Their hearts remain shrouded in darkness."

1 …力を…ひけらかせと？ …ちからを…ひけらかせと？ ...chikara wo...hikerakase to? "...You're saying you'll put on a display...of power?"

2 皆半径３メートルで手一杯です みんなはんけい３メートルでていっぱいです minna hankei 3 MEETORU de te ippai desu "Everyone has their hands full with their own 3-meter radius each."

3 だから私がやるんです だからわたしがやるんです dakara watashi ga yarundesu "That's why I will do this."

4 "無個性"には "むこせい"には "mukosei" ni wa "Because the quirkless"

5 役割がないから やくわりがないから yakuwari ga nai kara "have no assignments." (Note: This word "assignment" means also "role, part, duties, etc." Yagi is basically saying that the quirkless have no assigned role in this world, which leaves him free to take on this task.)

sign 田等院駅 たとういんえき Tatouin eki Tatooine Station

1 AFO雄英に更に接近‼︎ オール・フォー・ワンゆうえいにさらにせっきん‼︎ OORU FOO WAN yuuei ni sara ni sekkin!! "All For One is getting closer to UA!!"

2 ただ軌道がズレてる‼︎ ただきどうがズレてる‼︎ tada kidou ga ZUREteru!! "It's just that his trajectory is off!!"

3 オールマイトを追ってます‼︎ オールマイトをおってます‼︎ OORU MAITO wo ottemasu!! "He's chasing All Might!!"

1 肋骨骨折 ろっこつこっせつ rokkotsu kossetsu "Rib fracture."

2 全身打撲 ぜんしんだぼく zenshin daboku "Entire body hit."

3 呼吸器ニ異常アリ こきゅうきニいじょうアリ kokyuuki NI ijou ARI "Anomaly in respiration."

4 私もかつて同じ"若さ"を持っていた おまえもかつておなじ"わかさ"をもっていた omae (read as: watashi) mo katsute onaji "wakasa" wo motte ita You (read as: I) once had that same youth. (Note: All Might is saying this to himself, hence he's calling himself "you.")

5 オールマイトという人間が オールマイトというにんげんが OORU MAITO to iu ningen ga The person called All Might

6 そのようにしか生きられぬのだ そのようにしかいきられぬのだ sono you ni shika ikirarenu no da could not live [his life] any other way.

1 また少し幼くなったか…？ またすこしおさなくなったか…？ mata sukoshi osanaku natta ka...? Did he get a little younger again...?

2 自覚はしているのだろうか じかくはしているのだろうか jikaku wa shite iru no darou ka I wonder, is he aware of that?

3 探りを入れて我に返られるのも嫌だな… さぐりをいれてわれにかえられるのもいやだな… saguri wo irete ware ni kaerareru no mo iya da na... The injecting of the probe and returning it to me sure is unpleasant for him...

4 体内にぶち込まれた"超酸"を体外に出す為自損する程の負荷で"個性"を使った…とするとダメージによって加速度的に巻き戻しが進行する…？ たいないにぶちこまれた"ピンキー"をたいがいにだすためじそんするほどのふかで"こせい"をつかった…とするとダメージによってかそくどてきにまきもどしがしんこうする…？ tainai ni buchikomareta "PINKII (read as: chousan)" wo taigai ni dasu tame jison suru hodo no fuka de "kosei" wo tsukatta...to suru to DAMEEJI ni yotte kasokudoteki ni makimodoshi ga shinkou suru...? In order to take out the super acid that was driven inside his body, he used quirks with the burden of self-damage... If he does that, does the rewind progression accelerate due to the damage...?

5 ハハッ HAHA "Haha"

1 "HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA"

2 間断なく持って来いエルクレス‼︎ かんだんなくもってこいエルクレス‼︎ kandan naku motte koi ERUKURESU!! "No pausing, bring it here, Hercules!!"

1-2 人の役に立てて嬉しい ひとのやくにたててうれしい hito no yaku ni tatete ureshii I am happy to be of help to people.

3 がんばれっ‼︎ ganbare!! Go for it!!

4 がんばろうっ!!! ganbarou!!! Let's do our best!!!

1 なあ⁉︎ naa!? Right!?

2 スラスター"ウラビティ" SURASUTAA "URABITI" "Thruster 'Uravity',"

3 "インゲニウム" "INGENIUMU" "'Ingenium',"

4 出力全開‼︎ しゅつりょくぜんかい‼︎ shutsuryoku zenkai!! "Power output at full throttle!!"

5 勝とうぜ！ かとうぜ！ katou ze! Let's win!

6 ーーーーーー… ------...

7 ーー戦ってる…！ ーーたたかってる…！ --tatakatteru...! --They're fighting...!

1 オールマイト‼︎ OORU MAITO!! All Might!!

1 緑谷少年‼︎ みどりやしょうねん‼︎ Midoriya-shounen!! Young Midoriya!!

tagline オールマイトの奮戦…デクに届くーー‼︎ オールマイトのふんせん…デクにとどくーー‼︎ OORU MAITO no funsen...DEKU ni todoku--!! All Might's struggle...reaches Deku--!!

[cecilyv]

New Fic (9-1-1) - What's with today, today?

The 118 is a library and Buck is the children’s librarian; Tommy’s the man behind on Stuffie Day at the local fire station. No stuffed animals were harmed in the writing of this fic.

This is the fluffiest fic in flufftown.

@liminalmemories21 sent me links and omg, y'all, I want my local library to do this. She asked for the fic, so we wrote it, because that's what friends do. I'm the one who injected the Empire Records flavor text.

"Maybe they had a call," Ravi says, but Buck knows they always leave a man behind on Stuffed Animal Day. It's in the joint city calendar -- he made sure of it this year. He calls out again, and a man emerges from the back, scrubbing a hand over his face and yawning. He stares at Buck, Chris and Ravi and the wagon of animals, and (mostly) under his breath, mutters, "I thought they were fucking with me.” Ravi hisses, gestures at his phone. "This is for the kids! It's on video! Come on, man."

Buck will not deny that there is a decided spring in his step when he walks into the library. The sun is shining, there wasn’t a line at the coffee shop, and he even got there in time to grab the last of Hen’s favorite muffins. 

Hen eyes him over the top of her computer, when he hands the muffin to her. "Buck. You're bouncing.” She peers into the bag and grins. “But you’re forgiven.” 

He considers asking her to cite her sources on that, and then just shrugs. "Stuffie Day."

She smiles at him.  “Stuffie Day,” she agrees before she goes back to her email, taking a giant bite of the muffin. He doesn't take it personally. The hour before the library opens to the public is the only time she has to catch up on the Reference Inbox.

He nods good morning at Chimney. "Stuffie Day."

Chim gives him a long-suffering look. "I am aware. Everyone in a 10 mile radius is aware." Then softens, "Maddie's bringing Jee in later this morning."

He waves at Bobby, already ensconced in his office. "Stuffie Day, Bobby." 

“Good morning Buck,” Bobby calls.

Ravi's already downstairs setting up, holds his hand up when Buck sticks his head in the Makerspace. "I know, I know, Stuffie Day. I haven't forgotten."

Buck nods. “It's the most wonderful day of the year!"  Ravi rolls his eyes, and Buck ignores him. Nothing can dim his mood on Stuffie Day.

Buck doesn’t actually personally have a lasting attachment to a stuffed animal; he doesn’t have one hanging around left over from childhood – didn’t have space in the jeep when he’d left and wouldn’t have wanted the reminder anyway. Honestly, he’s not even sure he remembers having a favorite. He should ask Maddie sometime.

But that doesn’t mean that Stuffed Animal Day at the library isn’t his favorite. Since he took over the children’s room at Branch 118, it's definitely become a day to look forward to — the joy on the kids faces, the complete hilarity of the gobsmacked faces of the folks at the fire station where he takes them over for their adventure.

Read the rest at Ao3.

[hearted-anon]

Hadal blacksite: An AU.

Words:1297

Note: @minnielvrr @itzsana-kiddingmenow

T/w: mentions of violence, gore, blood, death.

Lee: .--. .-. . ... ... ..- .-. .

Ler: -... -.-- / .-. --- -... .-.. --- -..-

Subject 251: Success. The green letters were painted onto the enclosure, as the sounds of banging glass ensued. Dark brown hair that nearly covered his eyes with a pure pale white skin covering his body, wrapped up in a thick fabric that prevented his power from taking place. Cries and wails echoed throughout the facility, you could faintly hear the sounds of concrete melting in the background. Leave it alone.

Subject 811: A somewhat success. The creature doesn’t like exiting his enclosure, preferring to keep to himself as a black ink spreads throughout, enshrouding him and the area into darkness. Guards who enter are to wear night vision goggles at all times, those who do not heed will pay the price of their life. An ear piercing scream sounds as light peeked through the exit of his enclosure, before two large tentacles slammed any guards in a nearby radius, velvet blood dripping onto the walls. Proceed with caution.

Subject 159: Success. The creature appears to be more soft hearted, and doesn’t cause any harm less provoked by guards. Its blonde hair and pure blue eyes give it an innocent appearance, but do not be fooled. Proceed into enclosure with a gas mask and company, never enter said area alone and without any protection. The heavy green gas it produces is highly poisonous and can induce multiple side effects such as loss of consciousness, anxiety or drowsiness. Do not provoke.

Subject 149: Huge success. It obeys orders without a fight, but guards are to always wear a blindfold or night vision goggles when entering. The creature tends to become ‘bored’ of its enclosure quickly, and soon you will be its next toy. It enjoys playing with its prey, paralysing them in place with its hypnotic gaze; ripping them apart limb by limb ever so carefully with almost sadistic intentions. The creature is to be immobilised whenever a guard enters, and never alone. Stock up on entertainment.

Subject 28: A near fail. Do not ever enter the enclosure, even with protection and guards. The purple-black liquid it produces is highly dangerous, and a slight change in the creature’s mood could take out at least a quarter of our stock; even if it is locked away. It gets along with subject 811 very well, they tend to mingle together in the darkness; you can hear the sounds of static and unintelligible language as they communicate with each other. Do not try to disrupt them, lest you feel the need to lose your life today. The creature doesn’t like to be alone, and tends to get into a very…sour mood when he is. To proceed with much caution when this happens, as it can and will eliminate you in seconds, suffocating you in the sticky void-like goo. Schedule daily meetups with subject 811.

Subject 203: Fail. Originally, It was meant to have the DNA of an angler fish, but the creature had ended up denying said DNA and instead refused to transform. We had afterwards injected the DNA of , ███████, a blue whale, a great white shark, a silver spiny fin, a mantis shrimp and a sea snake. It had turned out subject 203 had only taken a delayed amount of time to absorb in the samples of the sea creatures. It caused the creature to undergo a painful transformation, giving him three enlarged arms, the extra on its bottom right, along with a long shark tail. Its skin had turned a pale blue, and when nearby humans, its gills and angler lure would twitch in agitation; its hatred for humans runs deep into its veins. It's sleek, long and luscious black hair and baby blue siren-like eyes are just a ploy to lure you in, never fall for it. Stay clear unless with protection.

Subject 310: Somewhat successful. It tends to follow guards around, and is quite the passive creature. In the late hours of the night, you can hear its obnoxiously loud, yet contagious giggles roaming through the halls, stalking your every move. Should you be up too late, whispers fill your ears, coaxing you to head to bed soon; almost as if it was acting like a concerned care taker for you. Still, if you refuse to listen, the ghost comes to life, dragging you away and up into your room whether you like it or not. It stays outside quietly, shoving you back into bed when you try to get up even by an inch; sticking around till you fall asleep. However, as passive as it is, when other subjects are provoked, it tends to come into an overprotective, enraged state, killing anyone who dares to hurt the other enclosures, like a caring father. Assign a certain subject to it.

Subject 229: Successful, but at a cost. Subject 229 is made of multiple fishes combined together, allowing his arms to be larger than an average human by at least two times. The creature takes home in the vents, and claws or chokes anyone against the metal surface should they try to get it down from the system. Contrary to popular belief of workers here, it actually doesn’t disrupt the flow of ventilation in the systems, thus it has been allowed to stay in its newfound ‘enclosure’. However, should you find one of the doors that you had walked into suddenly blank out or its number makes a disappearance, CALL THE OTHER GUARDS IMMEDIATELY. But if you find yourself without reception, or without a nearby communication device, you have resigned your fate. It has found you, and you will be its prey. Keep a close watch over at all times over the cameras.

25/3/3125.

The lights flickered harshly, doors slamming shut as alarms wailed throughout the entire facility. It had gone into code red lockdown. Subject 28 had managed to sneak itself into the electrical room, deactivating everything in the facility with its goo. The sounds of metal doors opening sounded, fresh air cooling its surroundings as the subjects were let loose. The ‘hour of joy’, a reference to a game as someone would call it, occurred at that very moment. Guards were disappearing left and right, paralysing in a dark hallway before melting into the walls, sunken into the dark before being consumed by the void; no one could hear their screams.

Only one subject tried their best to calm the killer rampage, subject 310. It floated around the halls, desperately trying to cool the rest of them off, to no avail. The hour passed by as quick as it arrived, the entire facility coated in red, thick blood; no one had survived at all, torn to shreds or their body mysteriously disappearing. The subjects grouped together, huddled in a bundle, almost scared. They shivered, they wailed, wailed for their family back, they knew they weren’t going back. After a long comforting and empathising session by subject 310, the group settled on finding their documents, how long had they been cooped up here?

Opening the files they had earned, their eyes widened. 20 years. They had lost 20 years of their lives being here, being some kind of plaything and having to succumb to their fate. Despite this, they had no energy to even be angry, passing out on the cold metal ground. Subject 310 sighed, reading through their files to get to know them better, even going so far as to memorise all their names. Maybe it could lead these poor kids, running a hand through subject 811’s hair, smiling fondly at how its tentacles twitched in happiness.

It would have to reprimand the rest later for their reckless actions, but who was he to blame? They, it- no, he, had finally earned their righteous freedom, and formed the start of a lifelong bond.

[taintedsoul-if]

Few questions

MC has two abilities: enchant/boost theirs and others' abilities, and Shadow protection/power right? Beside enchantment that doesn't do anything in itself, MC is physically stronger and has enanched senses like every pharson of their same rank (plus the aether vision), and the Shadow Power right? So one ability that can be directly used, and one that can be used to boost another ability.

T has lady Anaya's, MC's powers, plus his? So puppetter, absorbing powers, Shadow Powers and the disintegration power?

Yesenia instead has only mind manipulation?

What Rank are T's, Yesenia's, Ragriel's and Isuara's Powers?

Sorry for the many questions 😅 but I love your story 😁

Let me provide you with a breakdown of the Enhancer's ability.

The Enhancer ability permanently boosts a Phasrons skills and abilities. If a lower-level Phasron has made no progress in their rank, the user of this ability can change that instantly. Upon activation, a sphere filled with Runic Energy appears beneath the Enhancer’s feet, forming a direct connection between them and their target. Through this link, the Enhancer can increase the target’s power, pushing them to a higher level.

At full potential, the Enhancer ability can be used on a battlefield to strengthen anyone within a 1000-mile radius. However, this comes with risks—while the ability grants immense power, it also drains the Enhancer's Runic Energy. Once an enhancement is made, it cannot be undone, making it crucial for the Enhancer to choose their targets wisely.

The Enhancer ability shares similarities with Nova, especially in terms of control. At its peak, the Enhancer can inject Runic Energy into a target's body, essentially turning them into a puppet under the user's control. This energy manipulation grants the Enhancer full control over the target’s movements, abilities, and decisions, but there's a catch—pushing too much Runic Energy into the target can cause their body to combust, disintegrating them from the inside out.

Now, Anon, I think you may have misunderstood, or perhaps I didn’t explain it clearly enough. The Enhancer ability was something the OH manifested at a young age—actually, from the moment of their conception.

For generations, it has been believed—though more as a myth—that a specific ability is passed down to whoever inherits the mantle of the $!{surname2} family. In Lady Anaya’s lineage, that inherited ability is Aether-Gaze.

Each Phasron can possess only two abilities: a main ability and a sub-ability. The OH originally had only one ability, but their second ability could only be awakened after the direct heir or heiress of the $!{surname2} household—Lady Anaya—died.

With Aether-Gaze, one can glimpse into their own future or the future of those around them. This means Lady Anaya knew she would die. She also foresaw the OH’s death, the arrival of a foreign soul into their body, and the horrors that would eventually consume the Valenzuela household—yet she did nothing to stop it. Why? 🤷‍♀️

The only ability that was stolen from the OH was their Enhancer ability. Meanwhile, the ability stolen from Lady Anaya was Nova.

Once again, keep in mind that a Phasron can only have two abilities: a main ability and a sub ability.

Also, it's important to note that the OH is not the MC. This distinction is crucial. Phantom Step and Shadow Manifestation are not part of the OH’s original abilities—you can think of them as a form of compensation from Nothingness in some way. The MC’s main goal is simply to survive. Even if they try to avoid danger, trouble will always find them no matter where they go.

Shadow Manifestation isn't useless. It allows you to phase through attacks or walls at near-invisible speeds.

Level Shadowing, on the other hand, isn’t an ability. It's a system shield that keeps your abilities and rank hidden from higher-level Phasrons, helping you remain undetected and focused on your mission: survival.

And T doesn't have an ability of their own. You might wonder how they were able to steal both the OH's and Lady Anaya's abilities, and turn Lady Anaya into dust. The answer is [REDACTED].

As for your last question down below, I've added a screenshot of the information you requested.

T’s current rank is Carmine (Power Level: 30-50) - C-Rank.

To close out, I want to thank you for reading and being curious about the abilities, ranks, and so on. Thanks to you, I now have more details to add to the Enhancer ability ❤️.

Have a good one, Anon!

[theterribletenno]

Theseus, the Surgeon Warframe

Not completely sure why Theseus was the big winner this season, I blame sexual degeneracy as usual. I have a lot of vague ideas to start with but making them fit together and have an intelligible playstyle is going to be a challenge. Definitely taking my time with this one!

Health: 200 (300 at rank 30) Shields: 200 (300 at rank 30) Armor: 300 Energy: 150 (200 at rank 30) Sprint Speed: 1.05

Passive: Thanks to his great and terrible medical expertise Theseus's abilities and weapons bypass enemy viral resistance and instead of the normal cap of 10 stacks viral status inflicted by Theseus reaches a maximum of 13 stacks.

Ability 1: Dark Harvest, 25 energy. In a single moment Theseus performs surgery on the enemy targeted by his crosshairs within 20 meters, lunging upon them and harvesting either a limb or an organ which he immediately uses to augment himself. The surgery deals true damage to the enemy equal to 15% of its combined max health and shields as he slices them up with his surgical tools, and then mercifully closes the wounds to prevent further damage. Each enemy can only be affected by Dark Harvest once. Tap to harvest an organ or hold to harvest a limb. Dark Harvest cannot be used on unique enemies (such as bosses, eidolons, The Stalker, etc) nor on enemies currently protected by overguard.

Stealing an organ heals Theseus for 25% of his max health while increasing his max health, armor, and max energy by 10% and his sprint speed by +0.01 for 12 seconds. Theseus can augment himself with a maximum of 10 organs. Further organ havests while at 10 stacks will still heal Theseus and refresh buff duration.

Stealing a limb will add one of the enemy's limbs to Theseus's body, the limb now (partially) under his control for the next 12 seconds. The stolen limb will use a copy of the victim's standard attack with identical behavior to the original but applying a 20% bonus to damage dealt, status chance, and critical chance. These stolen and grafted limbs will attack random enemies within viable range. Up to four limbs can be stolen and grafted onto Theseus, harvesting a new limb while Theseus already has four grafted will replace the oldest grafted limb with the new one. The enemy will be crippled by the loss of its main limb and weapon, greatly reducing their threat to the Tenno.

Ability 2: Suture, 50 energy. Targets the ally or enemy indicated by Theseus's crosshairs within 45 meters. If the target is an ally they will be purged of all status effects and become immune to status effects for the next 15 seconds. If the target is an enemy all statuses currently afflicting them and applied to them within the next 10 seconds have their duration doubled and damage (if applicable) increased by 50%.

Ability 3: Blood Donation, 75 energy + 50 health. Releases A swarm of drones which target up to 12 enemies & allies within a 30 meter radius, prioritizing allies. The drones first inject the target(s) with a sample of Theseus's blood, healing allies and infecting enemies. When a Blood Donation drone reaches an ally it will inject that ally with Theseus's blood, healing them for 50% of their currently missing max health. Allies missing less than 25 points of health will be ignored by the drones. When a Blood Donation drone reaches an enemy it will infect them, dealing 150 viral damage with 50% status chance per half-second for the next 10 seconds. Two seconds after injecting their payload the drones return to Theseus with a sample of their victim's blood and tissue which Theseus assimilates into himself.

Assimilated tissue from allies will increase Theseus's ability strength, range, and duration by 10% for 12 seconds stacking up to 5 times.

Tissue assimilated from enemy units will increase Theseus's max health, armor, and max shields by 5% for 12 seconds stacking up to 10 times.

Ability 4: Chaos Serum, 100 energy + 50 health. Theseus brandishes a special medical tool, a revolver pistol loaded with syringes, each one filled with one of 6 serums. Theseus spins the chamber and holds the muzzle to his head, pulling the trigger to inject himself with one of the serums at random. Each serum has a different effect which lasts for 10 seconds and Chaos Serum cannot be reactivated until after it expires.

Aggression Serum: Theseus's equipped primary, secondary, and melee weapons gain +30% bonus damage.

Infinity Serum: Theseus's abilities can be cast at no cost.

Painkiller Serum: Theseus becomes immune to damage and status effects.

Isolation Serum: Deals 500 viral damage per half-second with 50% status chance to all enemies in a 12 meter radius.

Overcharge Serum: Deals electric damage equal to 200% of max overshields when overshields break and deals electric damage equal to 200% of max shields when shields break to all enemies within 20 meters with a guaranteed electric status proc.

Omni Serum: Provides partial benefits of all other five serums; equipped weapons gain +10% bonus damage, abilities gain +50% efficiency, Theseus gains 50% damage reduction, deals 100 viral damage with 20% status chance per half second to all enemies in a 10 meter radius, and deals electric damage with a guaranteed electric status proc equal to 100% of max shields to all enemies within 10 meters when shields break.

Subsumed ability: Suture

Signature Weapons Phleboto: A speargun used by Theseus to inflict grievous wounds... surely for medical purposes, right? Phleboto has a four-round burstfire trigger, deals exclusively slash damage, and has high status chance at the cost of low critical chance. Furthermore, if all four rounds in a single burst hit the same enemy it will cause a viral explosion with a guaranteed viral status proc in a moderate radius. When thrown with the alt-fire button the Phleboto deals blast damage in a wide area and creates an aura at its point of impact. All friendly units, both player and non-player, gain an additional 300 armor upon entering the aura which then scales up to 500 over five seconds. This bonus armor persists for five seconds after leaving the aura. As his signature primary weapon when Theseus throws Phleboto it applies a guaranteed viral status proc to all enemies caught in its blast radius. Plasmosis: Theseus's signature secondary weapon the Plasmosis has a held-beam style trigger, high critical chance and multiplier at the cost of low status chance, deals pure viral damage, and has a generously sized magazine at the cost of a slightly slower reload. The Plasmosis deals abnormally high damage at the cost of an abnormally short maximum range, but has the ability to lock on to an enemy after dealing damage to them for the first time, continuing to damage the enemy as long as they are within range and the trigger is held regardless of where the wielder aims. Plasmosis can fire up to three of these lock-on beams at once, with more made possible by multishot. This lock-on effect always targets the center of the enemy, meaning it is nearly impossible to land reliable headshots with this weapon. The Plasmosis also has an alt-fire mode which also uses a held-beam trigger, but instead of dealing damage this secondary fire is able to heal allies, healing the targted ally for 2 points per tick at a rate of 12 ticks per second. This mode also has lock-on behavior similar to the primary fire mode but cannot lock onto multiple allies even with multishot. This healing effect has no crit or status and can only be increased by mods which add base damage such as Hornet Strike, Magnum Force, and Augur Pact. Healing from this fire mode grants health first and shields if health is full but cannot grant overshields or overguard and cannot target the wielder by any means. As Theseus's signature weapon the Plasmosis gains extra magazine capacity when he wields it.

Closing Notes: Wow holy fuck yeah it took me a WHILE to get this done. And he ended up being a huge wall of text. I don't think there's much here that needs to be explained or contextualized except that both of Theseus's signature weapons' names are related to blood. Phleboto is short for Phlebotomy - the process of drawing blood with a needle - and Plasmosis refers to blood infections.

[the-fluff-piece]

hi! i’m the same anon who requested the blood blood fruit with law and yes that was based off my self insert and a devil fruit i thought of, there are other fanon devil fruits that are blood powers but i didn’t steal anyones idea or anything :) so basically a it’s a paramecia type devil fruit and i can manipulate and control my own blood and others. I can turn my body into a thin string of blood to avoid attacks, travel faster or snipe people. My heart pumps more blood than a normal humans would because of my devil fruit.i can make other people’s blood stab them through they’re skin or completely drain them. The more i move around and exercise the stronger i get because my blood circulation increases. It can given me inhuman strength, speed, durability, endurance, stamina, agility and mobility. I can control any blood within a 500 meter radius. I can turn my blood or others into weapons. I have a naturally high pain tolerance due to my devil fruit. I can teleport using blood. I can control any amount of people’s blood as long as your in a 500 meter radius. I can make your blood pressure drop so low you pass out or raise so high you explode. I can make my blood explode telepathically. I can make my blood weapons fly from telekinesis. No matter how much you attack me it only gives me more advantages because you draw blood. I can puppeteer someone using they’re blood. I can attach and detach my limbs by keep a thin string between. I can make my blood extremely poisonous or venomous. I can keep my colleagues from bleeding out. I can turn my limbs into blood weapons. I can shoot blood bullets that can contain either posion or water to kill you or medicine to heal you. (fun fact if you inject water in your veins you’ll unalive) I can stop my opponents heart from pumping blood. I have blood whips. I can make a blood shield. I can make blood wings come out my back. I heal and regenerate faster than a normal human naturally as a plus of my devil fruit. I can extend the range of my kicks using my blood strings.

(omg this so long oops, anyway if you still decide not to write it i don’t mind)

Hello Anon, thanks for your explanation - I hope I got your idea right

It somehow reminds me of the blood magic in "vampire the masquerade" or "Vampyr"- you sure you're not also a vampire?

I hope you like what I've thought of!

Law x blood fruit user headcanon

Law is very practical - he offers you the position of a nurse on his ship. After you blood-kick him into the ocean he rephrases that in a much more respectable way

He's absolutely fascinated with your Power (and soon, you)

since he wants to always protect his crew and advance his technique, you'll spend a lot of time with him in his lab, where he'll study the many different uses he thought of for your power - keeping blood packs fresh for a longer time, faster transfusion, maybe you can even change bloodtypes to make blood more compatible? Cleanse blood?

His intellect is constantly orbiting new ideas, he'll even show up at your door in the middle of the night to ask you questions only a doctor would, using words you don't know

another question on his mind: could he beat you? He proposes a training match. Can his power stop your influence? Do you still have control once he's chopped you up? Who can teleport out of the way faster? And how about he just crushes you under 5 marine ships?

no matter how long you're together, his fascination with you will never stop

he tries to cook a birthday dinner for you - there's this bloodpudding recipe he found...Bepo tries his best to stop him!

Whenever he's injured, you're the first one he turns to, always

Sometimes you catch him as he tries to manipulate blood with his power, but he's not good with liquids

Maybe he wants to open a hospital with you - some day.

[lesb0]

it's just occured to me that most people only ever see plastic surgeries and injections on social media and on celebrities but not on a regular person like at the coffee shop when you say good morning and can't stop staring just because of how uncanny paralyzed, waterfilled, pulled taught faces actually look even after healing. and how easy it is to heal wrong or how fillers cause random water lumps to float through the face or the slight facial paralysis with botox. Or the awkwardness of a gummybear breast that doesn't spread flat like a regular boob, it's a firm round bun shape all the time. Or a stomach with fake abs carved into them. Or everything about BBLs, especially jarring with the whole bimbo look. but in west LA that is just literally everyone within a 20m radius and sometimes it does look bad. but usually it just looks unsettling. and sometimes they already looked good and now they look good + weird. And you can just ask any stranger because everyone is totally open about their favorite results and quiet about the controversial ones.

[bakawitch]

Dunno how, but I somehow finished it. Tiredly sketched, probably not gonna redo it for a while. Behold!

The Mortality Miracle Box

Each of the kwamis represents concepts built around life/death. These specific kwamis are more like lab made spiritual parasites that find themselves a suitable host and attach themselves to them. These are their more appealing base forms. They don't have eldritch god forms like canon kwamis because they are not gods, but they do have a hidden form that resembles real-life parasites. They don't have set miraculouses, instead they inject themselves into the host bodies. They also have the ability to take over their hosts' bodies during transformation.

Fungus of Reanimation

Kwami: Immo

they/it

Tool: staff

Power: Parasitism - The power to reanimate corpses with the use of spores released from the staff. The corpses are animated by fungi colonies, and they often grow over the bodies of the zombies.

Rabbit of Evocation

Kwami: Riitus

she/her

Tool: hammer

Power: Séance - The power to summon spirits from the ground by smashing the hammer on it. The spirits often resemble cartoonish dust bunnies.

Dragonfly of Invigoration

Kwami: Faata

they/them

Tool: fans

Power: Fight and Flight - The power to go into a frenzy during which the user becomes temporarily stronger and faster and immediately regenerates all bodily harm on themselves, no matter how severe. The ability sometimes activates on its own when the user is injured.

Feret of Germination

Kwami: Valla

he/him

Tool: pollen bombs (basket)

Power: Gardenia - The power to control and accelerate the growth of plants in a certain radius.

Cat of Realisation

Kwami: Ress

he/him

Tool: throwing darts

Power: Snare - The power to cause someone to have a hard truth revealed about themselves, which causes the target to freeze up and become petrified.

Fox of Divination

Kwami: Guuri

she/her

Tool: scrying mirror

Power: Oracle - The power to ask questions and receive relevant prophecies from the mirror. The prophecies are usually communicated through riddles and rhymes, and they always come to be.

Deer of Retrospection

Kwami: Oriia

he/her

Tool: cassette player

Power: Rewind - The power to create a cassette tape that replays anything that has ever happened in the location in which the user is currently located in the form of an illusory projection. The tape can also be weaponised.

Dove of Fulguration

Kwami: Riell

she/her

Tool: pendulum

Power: Lunation - The power to emmit a hot bright light that disintegrates things in its way. The closer something is to the light and/or the longer it's exposed to it, the more likely it will get vapourized completely.

Wolf of Separation

Kwami: Aalis

they/them

Tool: scissors

Power: Double Trouble - The power to separate the body from the shadow and give it limited access to the physical world. The user can communicate and exert full control over the shadow.

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And that's it! Still can't believe I finished these this fast XD