#I'd imagine she must have died shortly after making it there

[allfearstofallto]

What would Yuri (your yandere bulter OC) do if his lady had an arranged marriege and was meeting the person she was arranged to marry with?

(Y'all make me so happy I could die!! I've been unironically imagining this scenerio for months!!!)

Yandere! Male OC x Reader

“You're much too young to be wed,” Yuri whined softly as his cold finger tips helped you latch the clip of your necklace. A beautiful, pink gem nestled in the center of the neckware drew attention to your bare collar bone, the radiant skin of your chest, and the lovely smile you had just above it. Yet another piece of jewelry your mother had sent you from her travels, she had such a taste for things you liked, despite hardly being around.

You merely scoffed at his words, rolling your eyes in the tandum. While he tied your hair up, you dusted yourself with perfumed powder, staring at yourself the entire time, “You must be insane, Yuri. I'm actually past the average marrying age.”

That much was true. Girls of your status typically married much much younger, usually right after coming of age. Even you yourself received many letters begging for a chance to meet after your debutante, which Yuri would swiftly burn in your fire place when you expressed your distate. You had things holding you back. You longed for schooling, travel, and a the freedom of being young and not tied down. Both your father and Yuri took this news excitedly and never pushed for you to get wed. They both even excitedly told you that you'd never have to leave the manor and if you so pleased, you'd be pampered for the rest of your life.

It sounded nice in theory, living off of your fathers wealth and being a bachelorette until the day you died, but many women at your tea parties were talking about their prospects, fiances, and even their husbands, and suddenly you felt as if you could no longer relate anymore. And the even more harsh realization hit you, that you were lonely. You'd sit quietly at the table, sipping your tea nervously and realizing that maybe it was time for you to begin viewing romance in a different light, not as a hindrance chaining you down, but a new beginning in life.

Your father was expectedly saddened by your announcement and Yuri…well, Yuri’s expression was hard to read. He stood silently for a bit, his lips formed in a tight line, eyebrows starting to furrow a bit behind his thick, round glasses. It was a face you'd never seen him make before, him typically preferring laid back or soft expression.

“You can't actually be serious, my lady,” Yuri forced himself to not sound more hurt than he actually was, but if you listened closely, you could hear his voice tremble, “You always said you'd stay in the manor forever.”

You glanced at yourself once over again in your full body mirror, feeling shy and almost slightly over dressed in the gown you chose. It was such a strange feeling, the way your heart was thumping in your chest, and you couldn't tell if it was excitement or nerves. You could see Yuri behind you in your reflection, a frown still formed on his lips.

“I said that when I was eight! You can't trust the words of a child,”

Yuri sighed again, pushing his snow, white hair out of his face in a sign of stress. A stress reflex that you seldom saw him do. Yuri was a man that was so calm and composed, yet today he was showing so much anxiety. And for what, you'd didn't know.

“Then what of me? This man you're meeting, he's the Duke two cities over. I am here to serve you, my lady, won't I go with you?”

“I'd hate to uproot your life, Yuri,” you began with a sad tone. You couldn't fathom the idea that he could look any sadder, yet as you spoke, his face fell even farther, “B-but mother will be home shortly! She sent a letter saying that it will only be a few more weeks, you could still stay in the manor and tend to her instead.”

Your suggestion is met with a shallow, solemn shake of his head, “You are my life, my lady. I wish to serve no one else.”

[apostleofthreedimensions]

Timeline

A timeline of every time a Spacelander has visited Flatland! Starting with...

Flatland's Year 0!

My friend @frau-line had the idea of a messiah and an apostle that fell in love and lived in Spaceland together. I also saw an idea for a god myth that included a picture of a sphere with a line orbiting around it and thought that that was a banger design for a god(s). Though I cant for the life of me find it now... its a small fandom I'll see it eventually.

With that out of the way, heres these two nameless but lovely ladies. I think at this point Flatland would be in like, caveman times or something, but the line is a fast learner and quickly absorbed all information that the sphere gave her.

As for Spacelands society, theyre far ahead of Flatland, but still not nearly as technologically advanced as they are in the film. Maybe like aztec times...?

Theyve just found Flatland and know exactly nothing about it. They sent the sphere to go check it out, and when she came back a month later they had a Flatlander with them.

They study the line and Flatland and they find out... something... that makes it so they set a concrete rule to only ever visit once every thousand years to impart knowledge upon the primitive Flatlanders.

I have no idea why they decide to do this every 1000 years. Perhaps the line dies shortly after her ascension to Spaceland (due to gravitational forces) and the sphere is heartbroken and bitter and shes like "Flatland is extremely fragile we must only interact with it rarely or we will FUCK UP and KILL things"

Year 1000

frau-line fuels this scenario and the next as well. Her ideas are some of the most interesting and compelling I've seen so its hard not to steal :P

The messiah of the Year 1000 wasnt exactly thrilled to do this job, but the first official visit was something highly anticipated and that he was specifically taught to do, so he studied hard and practiced well. He thought it easy and simple until, well...

Unfortunately, the year 1000 apostle must have been at least a little unhinged before enlightenment, so this messiahs mission went wildly off the rails. As soon as he finished his geometry homework, he started a massive country-wide riot, and martyred himself before anyone could ask what he was rioting for.

As for his shape I think he was either a hexagon or an octagon i cant remember im so sorry frau line 😖😖😖

Any fucking ways the messiah is like

And he has some like. Idk not trauma, but he is a little fucked up by it and thinks he should have taken it more seriously or whatever. Who cares though

Year 2000

Saturnius and Areia. Thanking frau-line every day for creating these guys, their plot is so captivating and I have a huge soft spot for Ariea specifically.

Saturnius is a noble sphere prince that takes his job deathly seriously, and Areia is a low class line determined to spread the gospel no matter the cost. The cost ends up being a holy war that is far more destructive than the year 1000 apostle could have even imagined...

Nothing I could say about them could live up to Suovetaurilia, so please give it a read!

Year 3000

You know who these guys are.

Year 4000

Finally, my home grown boys!

Xerxes is very lacking in the self confidence department and is trying to be the best most effective messiah to date to prove himself. His hopes are shattered when he happens to pick Claude, an average pentagon working an average 9-5 job, who doesn't give a singular shit about the third dimension at all. Xerxes doesn't give up easily, and secretly interacts with Claude even after the millennial visit in order to convince Claude to become an apostle. Unfortunately, it turns out Claude is just as stubborn.

...And thats all I have! This is all just my personal headcanon, so I'd really love to hear what you all think the timeline looks like!!

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Beautiful Blood -- Sadistic Vampire Whumper Keeping Human Pets part 2

MAJOR WARNINGS: violence, blood, intimate Vampire whump, death, forced servitude

CONTINUED:

Nyx leaned in close, her breath ghosting over the skin above Asher's carotid artery, the life-giver, and she inhaled deeply, taking in the excessively sweet scent of the blood pumping beneath the surface. Tantalizing, inviting. She chuckled as she felt him flinch instinctively in dreadful anticipation, intentionally drawing it out to build up fear. Painfully teasing. Sometimes the fear OF pain was more delightful than the pain itself.

"Ah, yes, I can see why I had to pay so much for you at the auction. I imagine you're worth every penny; I couldn't let the wonderful opportunity go to waste." She pulled back enough to look him in the eye, a sly, dangerous smirk playing across her lips. "I'd always wondered what a regenerate's blood was like, if it was any different than a regular human's... what makes you so different from the rest?" She hummed thoughtfully to herself, before leaning toward Asher's neck again. "...I'm honestly quite eager to find out..." She paused an inch away. "...I must warn you, though, I've been told the pain can be a little... intense."

Not a millisecond later and she sank her fangs deep into his exposed neck, feeling the warm arterial blood flow easily into her mouth as her canines dug in hard.

Nyx closed her eyes with a groan of pure pleasure, savoring the sickeningly sweet blood on her tongue as she drank deeply, drinking more and more with every passing second. It was almost like being under a trance; she'd never felt this way during a feeding before. Then again, she'd never fed on a regenerate, either. It was so tantalizing, so pure, so sweet, unlike regular human blood. Like an addictive drug.

It was only when harsh, strained, struggling, gasping breaths reached her ears that she was able to snap out of the trance, realizing that Asher was shivering all over, face pale as a ghost, head lolling forward and body slumping against the restraints. She'd been so absorbed that she'd almost accidentally killed him, coming within an inch of draining too much blood, draining faster than he could heal. It was too addicting. "Oops," she said with a flicker of genuine concern. She roughly grabbed his chin, shaking his head a little.

"Hey, are you still with me? Still alive in there?" She asked. The ecstatic brain fog that came after a feeding made her head feel warm and fuzzy with heat, intensified with the effect of a regenerate's blood.

The wound slowly healed over, and color returned to Asher's face from blood nurturing him again. His eyes clearly asked Nyx, 'it's not fair.' But he stayed quiet, nodding as he shifted his gaze away.

Nyx reached out and brushed a light finger over the spot where two puncture wounds would have been in Asher's neck, examining them, marveling at the sight.

"Wow..." she breathed in awe, "you really are different." She licked a drop of escaped blood from her lips, that was like the most expensive wine, the sweetest nectar. She tilted her head to the side, looking at him with new light. She couldn't help it, she had to see it again.

Nyx smiled wolfishly, reaching over to unchain one of Asher's hands, before flipping his arm over to bring his wrist to her mouth. She paused for a heartbeat, gaze flicking up to meet his, watching what his reaction would be, if he would pull away. Then she plunged her fangs into his wrist, a little rougher than before, more curious than hungry now, drinking slower and with more care, never taking her eyes off him.

Asher swallowed hard, and before he could snatch his hand, it was locked with fangs.

"Noooo...! umphhh..." His screaming protest echoed through the room, shortly it died as he pursed his lips tight, the torrent of pain exploding in his wrist. His attempt at pulling it only added to his misery, and Nyx's grip was strong as iron. Even as a regenerate, the pain factor stayed blasting for him.

He winced, groaning in agony. "...Ahhh... hurts... It... Hurts..." His eyes fixated on his victimized wrist. Slowly he stilled as the pain became bearable, breathing with pumping lungs, watching awfully before glancing at Nyx, wondering if she'd accept the deal. He just wanted... freedom... no matter how limited it may be...

Asher squeezed his eyes shut tight, lightheaded and nauseous at the painful sensation.

Nyx finally slowly pulled away after Asher stopped resisting, licking her lips and blood-stained teeth, pupils dilated with the rush of heady adrenaline she got from his unique blood. She watched closely as the wounds disappeared again, just like before, thoroughly mesmerized and fascinated by the whole process. Then a dark grin crossed her features, a cold glint of dangerously playful teasing in her quicksilver eyes, but razor-sharp.

"I have an offer," she announced, her voice low and warm and purring. "If you can keep your arm perfectly still without pulling away on this next one, and endure it in complete silence, I'll accept your tempting offer. You'd be let out of this dreadful dark room, and into a more... luxurious lifestyle, alongside me. Treated much better, almost like royalty, even, if you earn it. There would be small catches, of course, but I can discuss them later."

Nyx slowly chained Asher's free hand back up, and grabbed the other one instead, unchaining it, and delicately tracing the pulse point as she flipped his wrist over. "I am someone who is good to my word. Survive this and I will take you very seriously." Her gaze narrowed with cruel vicious delight, and without further pause, she dug her teeth into his fresh wrist, intentionally biting down much harder than before, clamping firmly onto his wrist. Her fangs sank deep enough to scrape bone and tear through nerves, widening the wound as warm gushing blood filled her mouth, intoxicatingly sweet, and the metallic scent hit her nose, doubling the effect.

But the hands holding Asher's arm in place were loose... gentle, even... she was deliberately giving him the free will to try and pull away, almost silently daring him to. It was such a fun game. How strong was his will and resolve, she wondered.

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Masterlist

[v-iv-rusty]

I have to stop getting attached to characters that only exist in one (1) item description

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

I agree with your Jily thoughts but wondering if you could talk a bit more about it? Why did James bother wasting all that time chasing Lily? Was she just that pretty? Were they ever happy or truly in love? Why did she say yes? If the war didn't happen who would have Jily ended up with? I'd like to think someone like Andromeda (not her exactly, but someone from a pureblood family who held non racist values) for James and i dunno maybe a muggle for Lily? Considering muggleborns arent exactly set up for success and I cant see Lily being okay with living as a second class citizen

For reference, some heretical thoughts on James and Lily's marriage. Also some thoughts on James which include some thoughts on his relationship with Lily.

And you really want me to get flayed over the internet, don't you anon?

Well, I guess that's what I'm here for. So here we go, hopefully people very upset by this sort of thing have their anti filters up.

Why Did James Bother Wasting All that Time Chasing After Lily?

For what it's worth, especially when they're teenagers before real life sets in, I do think James likes Lily.

She's very pretty, which certainly helps, but she's also very driven, very smart, and seems to be very personable (though it does not seem as if she is close with many).

Lily has a lot of likeable qualities beyond just her face that James could be interested in.

That said, there's also her background. I think, especially for a young James in Hogwarts, Lily being muggleborn would make her very appealing.

By pursuing her, he is actively spitting in the face of the Blacks, the Malfoys, and pretty much name your smarmy pureblood family. More, Lily is... not the token muggleborn per se, but the golden standard.

She's pretty, very smart, achieves very good results, again is personable, and all around pleasant. She's the muggleborn that defies the rules and you can take to parties and say, "Wow, look how amazing muggleborns are!"

Compare her to Snape, who is a halfblood, comes from an abusive household, is impoverished, is not good looking, and is not personable.

Notice that James and friends torment the living hell out of Snape, but it's cool, they're progressive because James likes Lily.

And then there's also the challenge of it.

Lily keeps saying no.

Rather than get discouraged, this just encourages James, as it means he's not trying hard enough. James seems to be the guy who likes the chase, if he wasn't, then he would have given up years ago as you said.

Were They Ever Happy or Truly in Love?

I imagine there was a time when they were happy.

They did date shortly in Hogwarts and it must have gone well enough for the relationship to survive graduation. If it was unbearably awful they would have broken up with each other long before that point.

Now, do I think Lily knew the full extent of how much James and pals harassed Snape? No.

Do I imagine Lily had to put up with a lot of talk about how progressive James and Pals are because Sirius has an ACDC t-shirt? Yes.

Do I think Lily's life without Snape proved very bleak and she faced a bleaker future with prospects of unemployment and poverty? Yes.

Do I imagine that Lily got in the way of bro-time for James? Well, he probably made bro-time happen anyway, but she must have to some extent and I'm sure Sirius asked him, "Dude?! What happened to us?!"

But again, if they really were miserable together, they wouldn't have made it to graduation.

In love?

Well, it's hard to say, but I'm inclined to say no.

In Hogwarts they're too young, they don't know enough about each other. They might be riding high on puppy love, maybe, but that's not the same thing.

What we see outside of Hogwarts points to constant stress and hardship that would ruin even the most functional relationship. The small glimpses we do have into their marriage then (that James would run off while in hiding with the invisibility cloak, risking all of their lives, for no reason) is not good.

I imagine as the realities of being in hiding, of having a prophesied child, sunk in their relationship fell into complete disrepair.

If they were in love, I don't think love could survive that, at least, not with these two.

Why Did She Say Yes?

God, you people are going to kill me.

Well, first, Lily as a muggleborn has no prospects and after losing Snape she has no friends.

Lily's last few years of Hogwarts are desperately lonely, James seems to have toned it down and appears to be one of the few purebloods sympathetic to her, and he really seems to like her. He has never wavered in liking her once over many years.

He seems like he's changed.

Perhaps, she can give him a chance.

I imagine Lily at first tentatively agrees to go on a date, and he is charming and funny, so one date turns into two and then they're officially dating.

As for marriage.

... Yeah I just have to say it, shotgun wedding.

They get married and have a child very quickly, and granted, that seems to be the norm in the wizarding world but remember their circumstances.

Both Lily and James are active fighters in Dumbledore's illegal vigilante group, neither appears to have a career (James being old money doesn't have to but I imagine Lily tried (and failed) to find one).

Lily is muggleborn. I don't care how progressive James' parents are, as the heir of a very wealthy and established pureblood family I'm sure they looked at this red-headed muggleborn without a galleon to her name and just died of a heart attack.

True, James was their only child and the product of many difficult years conceiving, and he's from a more progressive family but...

I just see the Potters and many other of the 'lighter' pureblood families having more of the philosophy of "Muggleborns should absolutely go to Hogwarts, get an education, and have a place in society. But don't invite them over for dinner."

That James is allowed to marry Lily very quickly, with seemingly little fuss, with seemingly no obligation of turning down a previously arranged marriage (though the surviving Marauders could have left out such details when recapping things to Harry), and how quickly Harry is born in the times he's born in...

Shotgun wedding.

If the War Hadn't Happened Who Would James and Lily Ended Up With?

Well, I think the shotgun wedding would have happened regardless. But let's say that's not in the books and that there's not a war disrupting things either.

I imagine the relationship doesn't work out as they realize they have different interests and are too different of people. There's very little tying them together.

James likely marries whoever his parents arrange for him to marry. A daughter of a well-to-do established, pureblood line. Which of these women this would be is anyone's guess, but somebody. Probably not any of the Black sisters as they're already accounted for.

As for Lily, I imagine she remains single for a good while. Everyone she knows in her age range is from Hogwarts, this world is very small, and she's probably not going to end up with any of them for the issues you list.

Purebloods really don't get it. The closest are... Arthur Weasley. And when he and Sirius Black riding motorcycles are the closest your culture gets to respect, you're in for a rough dating scene.

If she does end up in a relationship it's with somebody outside of canon or non-obvious.

(And look at me not plugging my ship because I know it's ridiculous. Be proud of me readers.)

[shimakaze-revivalism]

alright.

i made dawn's acquaintance shortly before leaving on a trip to visit my longtime girlfriend sybil and my girlfriend jackie, who at the time i'd known for less than two months. i had been very isolated, both before this time and during it. at sybil’s prompting, i had recently joined a server run by bryn, the first community i had been a part of in a very long time. i met jackie there, and she had been the first person i'd talked to at length besides sybil for about two years. i first messaged dawn to clarify something i'd seen her say:

"Which deaths matter: Those killed by their partners, or those dying alone in garages full of carbon monoxide, with nooses around their necks, with excess drugs in their systems?

Of course all kinds of transfeminine people are at risk of both kinds of death, but we know that the proportions between demographics differ. We also know who makes the news and who dies alone."

this was a patently ridiculous thing to say. i knew that at the time, and her noncommittal yet revealing explanations further confirmed it. she went on to map out her trans-lesbianism-moralizing stance, implicitly, evasively equating nonwhite death by transmisogynistic violence with white transmisogyny-fuelled suicide, blah blah. i let it pass, valuing interpersonal civility as i did at the time, and hoping to make friends by default.

i mention this because it would set the tone for our dealings from then on.

we developed a fairly active friendship. beginning from early on in our relationship, dawn took great care to emphasize the existential gulf between our embodiments, never quite laying it bare, but making it clear that she was uniquely disadvantaged as compared to myself, who was, in turn, uniquely privileged over her. i should state plainly and crudely for clarity's sake that i am a mentally ill chinese trans woman dropout, who was, at the time, underweight and extremely isolated. i would continue to be those things, sometimes increasingly, throughout the course of our relationship. dawn is white and transfeminine.

also beginning from early on in our relationship was her insistence that i never make reference to jackie's and my relationship, which she also applied to jackie. this was enforced through negative reaction (harshly scolding me, blocking me for days, then acting as if nothing had happened). this was, ostensibly, due to her unreciprocated desire for jackie to be her girlfriend. i would say that it is a very irresponsible rule to impose upon someone who spoke regularly to 3 people in the world. it's worth noting that dawn did not impose this same rule upon bryn regarding her relationship with jackie, for reasons unclear to me.

dawn would often voice her grievances with jackie; her erratic availability for commitments, irregular response times to messages, refusal to enter into a codified romantic relationship; once, the fact that jackie had failed to do something sexual when dawn wanted her to. my girlfriend became an entity i couldn't fawn over, save for platonically, but one who i must always be ready to accept criticism of. you can imagine that this was not conducive to the honeymoon period of a young relationship, not that i would fault dawn for this particular action, in isolation.

along the way, i started wanting a codified romantic relationship with dawn. this made it difficult for me when dawn would constantly talk about how attractive various people in her life were and how virtuously they conducted themselves interpersonally and sexually. of course these are natural and normally innocuous things to talk about, but the frequency was very high, often coincided with vulnerable periods for me, and often felt pointed. once i said something to dawn about how i cared about her and was worried that i was a diversion to her. she chose to tell me that she had just got done having the same conversation with someone else.

dawn bemoaned her lack of partner(s). the fact that i was partnered, as most of her friends were, was something i was made to feel a lot of guilt over. my relationship status was one of the things that she made clear set us apart, made us unequal. i heavily internalised the message: dawn was a traumatized, mentally ill, isolated, alienated, pitiable girl (and i wasn't).

in july of 2019, i had been flippant about the difficulty for the game master in balancing the mechanics of the tabletop rpg monster of the week, and responded excessively flippantly to her explanations. (consulting the logs to write this post filled me with anger on behalf of the girl that i was at the time; an anger she didn’t know she was entitled to). i won’t claim that it wasn’t wrong for me to behave that way, i will just say that i apologised as soon as she expressed that i had upset her. she took the chance to re-emphasize how i was a hurtful, maladjusted person, and responded to my apology by once again defining me into the category that her abusers and oppressors occupied. 

two weeks after that, i was in the middle of an involved babysitting session which i couldn't feasibly take a break from when dawn told me that she had decided to sever ties. we had a short, nominally-civil discussion. i swallowed everything, apologized to the end for whatever infinite wrongdoing i was guilty of. i couldn't process what was happening quickly enough. before i could absorb it, we'd said goodbye and i had been rather unceremoniously blocked on discord. i needed so badly to cry, to scream and clutch myself. but, like i said, babysitting. less than 3 hours after this happened, after I'd had some time to myself to absorb it, i sent her a single tumblr ask; a parting shot that i’d been denied. a desperate, manic attempt to feel real, to feel like i was my own person, she would smugly make her smoking gun of my boundary violating behaviour. that was the last i ever contacted her. 

after her severing ties, my isolation was heightened, particularly within the shared space of bryn’s server. i stopped participating, and soon left. how could i act normally and joke about video games when i shared a space with someone i wasn’t supposed to be around? would it be a violation of boundaries to riff off something she said? to express affection for my girlfriend who she still talked to? and what was the point? i didn’t know anyone else particularly well, and these were some of the women who i was so much less interesting and virtuous than. 

i never talked about dawn to anyone besides sybil or jackie until now, when she made a post featuring screenshots of my blog and then publicizing my 8 month old tumblr ask. such was the extent of my poisoning her friends against her. bryn and her girlfriend took issue with dawn’s mistreatment of them for reasons entirely separate from myself, and certainly not at my prompting.

for my part, seeing friends of jackie’s reblog from dawn and seeing them in the notes of her posts about me has been intensely paranoia-inducing, primarily due to the escalating severity and danger of the charges that she began to lay against me in these posts.

that’s about it. thanks.

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tldr, dawn is a white transfem and i’m a chinese transfem. we were both very isolated and new to bryn’s server, began a friendship during which she positioned me as being essentially different and more privileged than her, grouped me with her oppressors and abusers, and undermined my relationships, including with my girlfriend who i’d only recently met. after the relationship ended, she effectively barred me from the only community i had, and later started alluding to me being a predator.

also check out these excerpts, both from the same post she made:

[hjazysol]

Chapter 7: Candy

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Okashi the girl from underground reveals herself sharing her side of the constantly growing mystery of the underground area. Honoka Kamijiru makes her presence known and so is the secret behind Akira's past and his Quirk's biggest setback.

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"... ... Man. Is this cieling really all I have for company?" Laying face upward on a bed in cold chamber of a room was a transparent girl. She had all the body parts of any human being. But appeared otherworldly. Almost like jelly. "Damnit all. Dumb old man. Inviting that nuisance over to talk to. I never asked to have a connection with a guy just cause they've got to deal with the same things I do now. I'm glad he went storming off."

Honoka Kamijiru. She is the child of Akira Kamijiru. Though their likenesses are so completely different no simple person could be able to tell. Especially not with the third eye atop her forehead. Usually the see through girl was quite the patient person. Kind, smart all civil behaviours.

Though the current situation had her ticked off beyond imagination. Throwing herself off the bed she then levitated down the massive staircase of her home back facing the floor. "...Class of misfits? Gimme a break... Dad? I'm going out! Hmm are you making new parts for patients again?"

Akira was working in his home lab. He'd created alot of hero tech during the last 10 days. With his Quirk it was as easy as breathing. A thick tree branch was lying infront of him on his desk and proceeded to slit the palm of his hand with a clean knife. His palm started to exude a green glow, and with that Akira waved his hand over the branch. After this process. It became a human hand.

"Honoka. I understand that you're upset about the current situations. But you must stay inside. I don't want anyone targeting you. Even if people know I'm your dad. Some are too blinded by their own egos to care about consequences.... I won't let you be used again."

"Well. You say that. But you'll just use everything else you create. You're making them without its own will so it can be used."

"These are simply the same as prosthetics for those who need them dear. And with that those people will cherish it and handle it with care." The professor smiled to his daughter. "Just like how I cherish you!"

"... ...I'm leaving."

"Kaaah! So that didn't work huh? Hahaha! Well just be careful out there okay."

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"OOOOOH! ARIGATO! I WAS STARVED DOWN THERE WITH NOTHING TO EAT THANK YOU SO MUCH AHAH!" The girl Dedede had recovered down in the underground area only shortly after waking up began wolfing down all the food that was set infront of her, to the point she almost even ate the table cloth.

Taro and the rest of Star Allies were watching over the person with the neck tattoo Okashi. "Errr. That's nice and all but don't eat too fast you'll choke then die." Suzie said morbidly blunt about it.

"Hahaha! It's no big deal. I'll just fit it all somehow heehee!"

"Well. We weren't originally looking for any missing persons. But since we came across you we'll have to question you." The black haired woman didn't say anything for a while she only stared at Suzanna longingly. Eyes empty. Then smiled.

"Ok."

"Right. Then let's start with the easy question. What the heck were you even doing down there?"

"...Hmm. Well. I was actually doing a bit of researching down there. Though when I'd got down I found myself with no means of getting out after being forcefully trapped by other scientists. So I got stuck for several... ...Days. I was the first priority and completing my work was essential to my research."

"I see. Well on what scale was this important research? What's the main goal here?"

"... ...There was an incident there mutliple died. And I'm here in search of the history of one dead girl. The first child of Akira Kamijiru. The God Hand."

"Old mwan Kamijiru hwad another kid? He never said anything." Kaabi with their mouth puffed said in a pouting manner.

"It's true and... I just wanted to see what the place she was born in was like." Susie paused in the middle of typing up what Okashi said to them. Glancing upwards running through it all in her head. "Born? You say it like she actually came from that underground area. How would you know something like that?"

"Well as of now it's just a rumour though in those 7 days instead of searching for proof of her existence I ended up frantically panicking to escape that hell hole."

"Well, to his own dismay, our boss has been sent back to where he found you with this new arrival of knowledge coming his way. Hopefully, an update will be given shortly. So I kindly ask that you wait here a while."

"Oh that's fine...None of my plans are affected either way so it's all good."

"We're grateful for your time. Oh and one more thing."

"Oh well sure." Suzie walked over to the black haired girl and gently weaved her hands through her hair then close to her face. "Errr. Miss Suzie i-is something the matter?"

"Your hair smells like candy floss...You might want to wash that out."

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-Eusha City-

The red headed terror Hokori and his entourage of 4 were casually walking about in broad daylight with little to no cares. Hokori cramming a load of Dango Dumplings in his mouth. Sliding the wooden stick from his mouth he then flicked it into the road. Earning him a punch round the head from Shebi. "AAH! OI SHEBI WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?"

"YOU JUST THREW YOUR TRASH IN THE ROAD IDIOT WHAT IF SOMEONE POPS THERE TIRE ON IT HUH!? THEN THEY CRASH."

"Geez. It's just a small stick it'll be fine."

"Well whatever. But look. All the men & women can't take their eyes off of me. I guess I really am just that beautiful right?" The suit wearing nuisance, Kageyama pitched in. "Yeah they're all just your pieces of trash. Seeing how your beauty is equal to a public trash can."

"HUH!? AS IF YOU OF ALL PEOPLE ARE ALLOWED TO CRITICISE LOOKS RIGHT NOW! THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING A BANANA SUIT FOR TODAY!?"

"Fool. Clearly you've never watched or read One Piece but Admiral Kizaru in the Marines wears a suit with yellow colours and looks clean. So I thank you for the compliment." Cooly & questionably cleverly he diverted an insult back to a positive remark.

"Man you're so full of yourself." Said the one gloating about her looks seconds ago.

Takaishi was turning his head back and forth facing the different crowds of civilians who had been staring. "Oh wow. I guess these civilians really like us. It feels like we're being watched by a load of people."

The bandana wearing Hokori had stuffed his face with 6 more dumplings. "Mhuh? Rearry? Bwee hmwavemt don amythimng yet thmough? (Huh? Really? We haven't done anything yet though?)"

"Don't talk with your mouth full it's bad manners!" Shebi shut Hokori's mouth forcefully, hissing at the boy disgusted.

"Hey calm down! You all seem to forget...We're practically in the same light as villains essentially... And well... ...We're walking around without contemplating about who'll see us or even who'll rat us out." Yatsua firmly stated crossing all his arms. "So we may need to be more secretive in the future. Hokori? What will our first action be?"

"Hmm? Me? Well I guess we can start... ...By getting more people to help us!"

"MORE PEOPLE!? NO WAY FIVE'S ENOUGH!"

"Ah so you agree we need one more person!"

"WHA- NO YOU'RE PART OF THAT 5! More than that will bring us too much attention too soon!"

"Oh...Well I don't have to listen to you. We're getting a sixth."

"Hokori! I-" Innocently handing off his remaining boxes of Dumplings to his six armed friend Hokori ran off ahead of everyone else thrilled and practically high on sugar. Rushing far passed their line of sight in a few seconds. Alarming Yatsua immediately. "WH- HOKORI WHERE ON EARTH ARE YOU GOING!?!?"

"Ahead! I'll show you that we can still be a proper team without getting caught! Remember what I said before! We're gonna ignore the law! Hahaha! Even if one of us did get caught we'd just kick the asses of whoevers got them and get back together again! Friends look out for one another after all!"

Dot eyed and reaching out his hands helplessly Yatsua heavily dragged down at his own face from his hair and onwards. "When I joined this guy...I thought he'd at least have some sort of plan...He's kind've just...doing things he wants to."

Echoing across the skies nearby wandered the belllowing cries from a man & woman. Ringing rapidly around the ears of Shebi who reacted instantly. "FRAIL CITIZENS WHO NEED RESCUING!? A Man! And Woman! Now no matter which I save they'll both behold my beauty! OH~ IT'S TOO MUCH!"

The blonde yellow suited Kageyama looked around with a shit eating grin then rasied his eyes at Shebi. "Beauty??? If so it doesn't really contrast well with that attitude of yours."

"HUHH!? YOU WANNA PICK A FIGHT OR SOMETHING KAGEYAMA!"

"If you're asking to lose then go right ahead."

Shortly after that squabble the four left to the sounds of the screaming with the notable difference being that both Shebi & Kageyama had their mouth covered over in silk. And Yatsua ran suffocatingly close behind them.

"IRON BULLET!" Crying out a signature move directed the rest of them to Hokori. Ending that short separation. Cutting cleanly through the air came the bodies of a man and woman dropping hordes of cash and various other trinkets as they went by landing at the feet of Hokori's allies on a manhole. Roaring to his allies shortly after Hokori celebrated what he would essentially view to be his first actual true act of heroism.

"OI OI! GUYS I DID IT I BEAT ROBBERS! SEE SEE! I RAN INTO THEM PICKING ON THIS GIRL SO I INTERFERED AND SAID 'IRON BU-'"

"Ok ok. We were there for that part calm down." Sheepishly, overpowered by Hokori's booming personality, they all spoke out quietly in unison. Not like he'd acknowledge it anyway.

"Shit it's more of those freaks from UA!"

"We aren't about to die completing this job! One was enough damnit! Come on we're leaving! Forget that girl! It's not worth fighting all of them!" In fear for their lives the two hooligans opted out of a fight. But they were only kids and despite that threw in the towl.

"Wait. 1-S students. Yeah that's right that's definitely what they said. Sure of it. You bastards." The victim of the situation patiently rose from off of the ground. Batting delicately at her clothing. All in preparation to swivel around swiftly bearing a fierce fist poised to cause extreme harm to Hokori, who in a slightly delayed response blocked it with his arms coated in steel. The overall clash causing him to go flying.

"YOU GUYS ARE THE REASON! I CAN'T FULFIL MY PURPOSE!" Honoka was out from home. And was pleased though the wild speratic movements of her waving hair said otherwise.

"Hey now. If I'm remembering correctly. This squishy bubblegum girl was in that class with us right? What are you hitting Hokori like that for?" Sighing away with misery, Kageyama stood up Hokori after being knocked down. "Yeah why the hell are you attacking for huh?"

"Hmph. You guys ruined everything. I was ready to finally prove what I was worth but your existences prevented that reality. So I'll just take my frustration out on you. It is your fault after all."

"Oh yeah, sorry." The redhead bluntly apolgised immediately after. "DON'T APOLOGISE! Since she's not gonna hear us out we'll just have to knock her down a peg." Shebi threw the coat she wore around her shoulders up into the air diverting the attention of both Honoka & her team.

Honoka slipping out a short gasp. Plummeted face first to the floor the precise moment she attempted to take a step. Her foot had been covered by stones. "Oooh. You looked at my eyes Miss. I'm sure you realised but during that test on our first day. I scored lowest. That's because my Quirk...Is all focused on if you look into my eyes..."

Clinging & creeping along the jelly like body of Honoka, she began to become more and more immobile as the rock tightened around her. "Wh- Are you some kind of Medusa or something!?"

"Hmm. You could say that. Cool right."

Slipping in the last word before the rocks completely covered here Honoka yelled out to her captor. "Fuck you."

"Hmm...How nice of you.... ....Hey guys I've just had an idea... Do you think they hand out reward money?"

"Eh? Reward money? HAH! As if we could live up to a role like that!" Hollering, Kageyama confidently and appropriately dismissed Shebi's unexpected plan. "Honestly. If we gave in people's bounties we'd be handing our lives right over. Idiot."

"Tch. Shut up. That was a serious question we need money. We can't just keep spending thoughtlessly."

"Hey you're the one who wanted burgers for breakfast. Besides as I said bounty hunters aren't an occupation we can afford to even attempt at this point."

"I guess you're right. Another point is both her and Ikazuchi are free of capture cause of who their parents are."

"I'd heard that there was an emergency. But I guess it's much less an issue than anticipated." The Flame Hero Endeavour crashed down in a burst of waving flames slowly approaching the runaways. "There are multiple differing opinions about you all and what should be done to handle you properly. As of right now however."

Endeavour's glowing hot gloves were inches away from Shebi's face after he took a single step. "You can't counter me." He was fast. So the best she could do was narrowly avoid the incoming punch by literally flopping backwards. The sudden drop cracked the stone covering off of Honoka as she hit the floor. But only around the head. "Huh? Shit. I cracked it off."

"Hm? Oh the daughter of that mad man known for his tremendously abysmal experimentation. If I recall. You're Honoka. Your father truly is a bumbling idiot to keep you around."

"...Ptoo!" She spat out some pieces of rock that got in her mouth from the trap. Then glared at the large flame mustachioed man. "Yeah. It's me. And I promise that you'll regret insulting my dad."

"I'm sure if you actually learnt how to master that Quirk of yours you could actually make that statement mean something. Legally, I can't trouble you. So I'll have to retrieve you and apprehend the other 5 of you in her stead."

Surprisingly Shebi did not respond. She grabbed the immobile Honoka back up once more. And as if it it were just a piece of aluminium foil she stomped and the folded the manhole from earlier downwards. "Alright come on guys!" Then let herself & Honoka get swallowed by the passage to the sewers. Followed shortly by the others.

Yatsua slapped across an incredibly thick net of web once he'd got through. Leaving Endeavour stuck out on his own. "Hmph. A pointless distraction. It won't take long to burn these at all- Hm?" The flame hero stuck his flaming hand to the silk til he felt the tug of two small hands at his leg. "Tch. Someone's left their child?"

The kid looked up at Endeavour his reflection present inside of her sparkling eyes, she smiled excitedly. This earned her a light shove from the flame hero knocking her over. As well as an incredibly chilling glare. "I'm in the middle of something right now. You need to go back to wherever you ran over from right now!"

The small girl ran off laughing. "Hm. Probably just an annoying fan." With that disturbance gone Endeavour took his flames to the silk burning the layer away. "Hrk!? Damn! That spider quirk user lay several layers coming down. I should've expected something like that. It'd take too long to remove them all without unnecessary damage to the sewer system below... ... ...That brat. There was something off about them."

Endeavour left frustrated that he'd been stopped on the trail to catch the 1-S trouble students. And went to find where they may possibly pop up... And then Yatsua's head came poking out cautiously from the same hole.

Yatsua removed the second layer of silk, Endeavour hesitated burning, revealed the whole chasm full of webbing was just an illusion from the reflective properties of it realistically there was only one layer in the way. He climbed out afterwards. "...Oi? What are you all doi-"

"GRAAAAAAH! STOP DOING THAT I'LL KILL YOU!"

"What are you doing down who's hurt!?" Down on one of the side platforms. Hokori, Shebi & Takaishi were drawing all over Kamijiru's jelly-like face. "Hehehe... Oi guys do you think we can draw inside her too?" Shebi devilishly questioned to the others.

"I'M NOT A TOY! AND NO THAT WOULD HURT!"

"If I remember right you're the one who tried to fight us."

"Guys...Leave her alone. Come on stop goofing around." His 6 arms flailing around impatiently for his allies to get up he sat down beside the hole. Staring at the clouds. "...Ah. That's better. Chilling." A shadow begun casting itself on his face however. It initially caused him no bother. But its size casually grew and grew.

"HEYYYY!-" A high pitched voice came booming through the air along with that shadow. Reluctantly bringing Yatsua's direct attention to that small girl from earlier falling down from the sky making an blitz straight toward him now increasing in size to a full grown teen. "YATSUA!~"

"HUH!?" The girl landed ontop of him hugging onto him and nuzzled against him as if this were the first time she'd seen him in a century. "HAHA YATSUA! YOU'RE OK YOU'RE OK!" She continued clinging to his face nearly suffocating him with her chest. Leaving him gasping for air.

"Sh-Shuri? Well. I knew you'd live that fall you're annoyingly persistent like that. But why were you in the sky-" She immediately switched moods and began crying on her former classmates shoulder drenching his vest top in tears. "I'm so glad. So glad. So glad. I didn't think I'd ever see you alive again."

"Huh!? You killed me off that quickly!?"

"I know you. You never liked being treated differently just because of how you look. I thought I knew where you'd be... ...Submitting yourself to those murderers. But when I'd got where you said they usually hang. No one was there. There was this really nice old guy surprisingly and he said you'd left with new friends! And I was so glad!"

"Oi. Come on. Stop crying in the middle of the street. And especially not when you're smothering me like this I-"

"I thought you went their to have yourself killed Yatsua..." She then postponed her tears angrily staring him in the eyes. "And that's why you were there wasn't it? You wanted to die. I didn't think you were so weak willed. If I'd known I'd have tried to be with you more often so that you wouldn't feel so isolated." She attached herself right back to his body. Awkwardly, patting her back Yatsua looked around still wary of the fact they were stood out in public.

Hokori threw the stone covered Honoka out from the hole following her up after. "Oh. It's the giant girl again."

"She was on my team during that short lesson we had." Shebi added, then lugged both Takaishi & Kageyama out along with herself. "Should we bring her with us?"

"I don't know" Said Kageyama fixing his blindingly blond hair back. "I didn't get to see alot of it since the fight was cut short. But if her Quirks gigantification, that could cause some troubles for us, in the sense it may end up getting in the way more than anything. Besides."

He looked back to her overdramatically squeezing the life from Yatsua in the open. "...She seems kind of...Unintelligent. Let's ditch her and actually find some self proclaimed hero work. Lessen the load and what not."

Hokori watched Shuri with Yatsua. He saw that even though she was making a huge fuss and that Yatsua reacted as though it were a hindrance he was smiling. A genuine smile. "Oi! Yatsua! Shuri! Come on! We've got jobs to go do!"

"Huh? Wait Hokori I thought we agreed no more people. Urk!" The excitable girl released her grip from Yatsua jumping off from him in excitement slamming him to the ground by accident in the process. Running up to the bandana wearer and holding his hands. "You'd really let me tag along with you!?"

Hokori nodded with a thumbs up and pearly smile. "Mhm! I trust you have good intentions so leaving you behind is no good!"

"Thank you so so much! I'll try my best not to get in your way!"

"Heehee! Ok then! Let's get some reward money for the blobby girl." Hokori exclaimed ignoring what was discussed fairly recently, putting him on the recieving end of a kick from Shebi. "SHE'S TOO PROTECTED TO TURN IN DUMBASS!"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST SAY THAT THEN." Trapped in her stone cocoon Honoka's face wrinkled in both disgust and boredom. "...I should've listened. Now the same things gonna happen all over again."

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Okashi was leaving the Star Allies agency building with Kumo Kanashi (Taranza) & Bandana. After finally recieving a message from Dedede they were asked to come down to the same place Okashi was found. Out in that barren area. There was only wrecked uninhabited buildings nearby. And one wrong step would have you meet a horrendous death from the fall in the enourmous gaping maw made in the ground. At the bottom of said hole was the plump bodied Aotori waving to the three who'd just arrived.

Taro jumped down having his boss catch him on the way down. And alternatively Taranza relaxingly lowered himself and Okashi down. "Good you're here. I'm sorry I had to drag you back down here Okashi, take it from me I know how strong the desire to stay home instead is."

She shook her head as polite & respectful as possible. "I understand completely if my being here helps in anyway then I'm happy to be here."

"Hmph. Well in reality my job before this was hunting down brats who were running around all over. I'd do this thousands more times before trying this again! But anyway." The blue haired man ruffled around a dusty decrepit old drawer before whipping out recording device & a decaying photograph of 3 people. A large well built man with wild facial hair, a small cube shaped kid & Professor Akira Kamijiru.

"I found this lying in the drawer earlier." Kumo took the photograph from Aotori's hands. "It's kind of heavy... ...So who is this big guy anyways? The profressor's lover or something?"

"Maybe. But as far as I know no one in our circle knows about either of those two in that photograph. Unless they were involved with the incident years back, he would've either spoke about them or we'd just learn something of them ourselves at some point. We can ask him about it later."

Collapsing outwards from behind the frame were several folded papers that crinkled and collapsed onto the floor, startling Taranza when they hit the floor. "Aieee! Oops! My bad! Well no wonder this was so heavy."

"Don't worry about it." Dedede knelt down collecting all of them back up. "Hmm. Well I'll be. I guess my suspicions were correct. The tests and results performed in this building. The Hero Fabrication Facility. And with that fact cleared up. I assume this would be some voice recording."

"Will you listen to it?"

"Are you joking? ... Of course we're gonna listen! That guy does enjoy going on and on for ages and ages. So if anything this may end up killing time. And I'll have less to do! So we just play it in the background, while we just relax a bit."

Okashi behind the two of them was jittery all of a sudden and tapping her feet impatiently. Bandana put his hand on her back smiling at her comfortingly. "It's fine Okashi-San. Whatever King Dedede's talking about is clearly from the past this shouldn't be too much of an issue for anyone."

"R-Right." Rolling along the floor glowing bright red was a syringe with the same coloured liquid. And in no time it got snatched up from the ground from someone unnoticed. Eerily holding it to the heroes heads.

Dedede played the tape. Initially producing a nasty coarse rattling noise it eventually began scratchily projecting Akira's voice. "There we go it's finally running ok. Hello. My name is Akira Kamijiru. This will serve as a primary test for a concept I've had for the longest time. Artificial humans with Quirks that would be unstoppable. People are forgetting the core means of being a hero. But if they're made with the common expectations there will be no more cracks in our system. Especially since I'm the only one who can possibly make something like this possible. And so I will mark the first practice test. No°1 Candy."

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Name: Shebi Ishikawa

Age: 16

Height: 180 CM

Weight: 58 KG

Blood Type: B

Skin: Light

Likes: Looking good, money, cooking, martial arts, eating various dishes, big men/women

Dislikes: Scammers, Cigarette smoke, Getting her clothes ruined, Eagles, Hawks (The species not the guy) thinks they're ugly looking and loud.

Shebi is a very flamboyant young girl who has lived on her own for a ridiculous amount of time. Learning how to cook for herself and then get a job from 4 years old after her mom's passing. She was very serious back then aswell. And outside the teasing and beauty related ego she's highly respectable and really responsible as agressive as she may be when acting that way. Managing money is one of her specialties.

Shebi has sharp blonde coloured bangs that cover the whole right side of her face and the back of her hair reaches all the way to her thighs. She wears snake themed trousers and croptop revealing slight side clevage on both sides and well toned abs underneath. She carries a large coat over her shoulders alot of the time because she thinks it looks flashy.