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starpros-sunshine · 1 month

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Eichi gives away the mask so easily because it was never meant to be an "engagement ring" like you delulu wataeis imagined it to be lmao. It was wataru saying that he will continue playing tsumugi clown role in fine and won't leave it for hokuto's mother troupe after graduation. Do you dumb fucks even read the stories? Eichi didn't even understand tf that mask meant when wataru gave it to him and wataru referenced fucking tsumugi in his "proporsal". I dunno why the f you think it's ok to lie about "! EnDiNG wItH wAtAeI EnGaGeMEnT" when the chapter it happened wasn't even close to the end of ep:link. Cope

PS: how do you live with the fact that Eichi clearly admitted to never being in love in his life and Wataru said that even though Eichi likes him, he still can easily discard him for the sake of his objectives?

I love you anon thank you for giving me a nice reason to ramble again beautiful ask 10/10 I'm sorry this is probably not how you hoped this would go but this is such a funny block of text delightful really thank you for the enrichment please marry me

But okay yes now to get down to the actual ask just to disclaim I am solely relying on translations seeing as I do not speak japanese well enough to understant the original text so if anyone has anything to add to this or to correct me on please feel free to do so.

Now to get started I'm not sure if one could say Eichi gave away the mask "So easily" seeing as he claimed that it was "a hard choice to make"? Which, as one might know, implies unease with an idea and pondering and debating and a general amount of thinking behind a decision so? I know this isn't really the main focus of this ask but I'm just a tad miffed with the semantics of it is all. And in either case giving the mask back to Wataru while expecting it back still shows a certain degree of trust in their relationship it wouldn't have been such a big deal for him (as it apparently was) if the mask didn't have a lot of sentimental value to him (the both of them really if we look at the whole exchange).

Now to the claim that the mask was "only" Watarus promise to stay with fine and "continue playing Tsumugis clown role". This is not entirely incorrect. Regarding the acting troupe and staying with fine bit at least.

I'm assuming this bit in EP:Link Deadend/7 is what you are referencing, and I see where you're coming from. But the bluebird line

from literally three dialogue lines further down, which references this line of dialogue (notorious Eichi line everyone should be familiar with)

kind of somewhat really recontextualises that? Because you see this is a reference to a fairytale about a pair of siblings and they get sent out by a nice fairy to find the bluebird of happiness for her sad daughter to make her happy again so they both go on an adventure and travel far and search and search but they can not find the bluebird of happiness and then when they return home again, disappointed because they couldn't find the blue bird, they realise only one night has actually passed and the journey was probably just a dream. But then their eyes fall upon their pet dove in it's cage which appears blue all of a sudden and so they gift it to the fairies sad daughter which becomes happy again and sets the bird free. The real bluebird of happiness is a dove. At least in the version of the story I'm familiar with but I mean everyone sees the symbolism right? It's. very hard to miss.

And then dropping this?

I'm not sure how to say this properly but in the overall context this makes it pretty clear that Tsumugi has nothing to do with this anymore this is Fully between Wataru and Eichi. And I am the last person to dismiss Tsumugis significance in the course of Wataeis relationship as characters I will be among the first to protest when someone dismisses the importance of Tsumugis and Eichis relationship in favour of some image they have of Wataei but he has nothing to do with this one.

Yes Tsumugi gets namedropped but - again - I don't really see how that would lessen the sentiment Wataru is triying to convey here? Because. Yes. Why wouldn't he mention Tsumugi?

The entire conversation pretty much boils down to "Yes I was initially only in this because I thought I could replace Tsumugis role in your life and then I wanted to leave but we have spent so much time together that I realised that that is definitely not working out because I really do love you. I love you as a teammate; I love you as a friend; I love you as a person and I am very angry at myself for not managing to get that into your head. So please allow me to stay with you for as long as you'll have me." And then also Eichi not understanding because he has the emotional self awareness of a very emotionally unaware loaf of bread and also because he hates himself that is a very big thing about his character huge part of his character arc actually that he. you know? Hates himself? And feels guitly for his actions during the war? And doesn't think he deserves love and companionship? Which is why Wataru wanting to stay with him for him and not for some twisted form of revenge is such an alien concept to him? Because he is projecting his insecurities onto Wataru? As one is wont to do when they hate themself? "EiChi Didn'T eVen UnDErStanD WhAt tf ThAT Mask MEAnt" Yeah. That's. That's the point? So he can think about it and come to that conclusion himself which works as a keymoment in his characters journey from hating life and himself to enjoying being alive and wanting to live on because of the people he's surrounded with? He literally explains why he didn't immediately understand the mask during the EP:Link Epilogue/4

And to get back to the "I dunno why the f you think it's ok to lie about "! EnDiNG wItH wAtAeI EnGaGeMEnT" about which I have two things to say:

"Lying" implies further intent and an effort. Neither of which exist in this case.

He literally went down on one knee while making a big proclamation of offering himself to Eichi with a very personal item that works as a symbol for their commitment to each other on a starlit rooftop. The comparison writes itself.

3. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joke

And then I expected there to be a proper reason given and instead you proceed to follow that up with "when the chapter it happened wasn't even close to the end of ep:link". I know the shame is on me for expecting something sensical from an ask which has been near constant in it's lack of correct statements but such is human nature I suppose. And you are not wrong. Deadend/7 isn't very close to the end of EP:Link. That is true.

But do you know what Is very close to the end of EP:Link? The Epilogue Chapters 3-5.

Do you know what the content of those chapters is? I do. Very well actually :)

(Eichi literally explains why he didn't get it)

So if this answers your "Do you dumb fucks even read the stories?" questions, Yes. And I think I'm a lot better at it than you. So I'd say I'm coping quite well over here :p

PS: Regarding your PS, I take the "I've never been in love before so I wouldn't know" comment with a lot of humour actually as an aroace person who's emotional self awareness also ends at "good" and "Not good" I think it's very funny all things considered especially because he mentioned the loving Wataru thing several times before that and I'm generally of the belief that actions speak louder than words and also am in a happy long term relationship with the concept of "Reading Subtext". So please excuse me for not breaking down in tears everytime someone reminds me of that one singuar line of text in one of my favourite all time enstars stories that came out three years ago which also brought us the single best card set in the entire game

as well as absolute banger dialogue such as

Among others <33

And there are soooooo many other examples of wataei dialogue that simply make me swoon but I have already had to take out so many of the one's I wish I could put here so this wouldn't get "Do you love the colour of the sky" long

And also, regarding your "Wataru said that even though Eichi likes him, he still can easily discard him for the sake of his objectives" I'll just say that no he absolutely could not. I mean he'd say that and if pull comes to shove and he has no other option then he might seriously consider it but may I mention that Wataru was gone for a few days at most but really not that long of a time during Sanctuary and Eichi stopped considering being a normal rational person that doesn't leave helpless 17 year olds in the midst of a construction site. Very different situation but I feel like it's worth mentioninh here. Another example is Eichis almost not being able to go through with the war because of Wataru. Wataru had to actively come and tell Eichi to go through with it. Wataru isn't the reason Eichi started the war, that is wrong, but he is the reason Eichi almost didn't finish it. and during the war era that was his Main objective. Again I'm part of the fraction "actions speak louder than words" Show don't tell and all that, but even the words are pushing it.

And that concludes my essay :)

#I so won this #there were so many pictures and quotes I wanted to include but the limit..... :'(#if any of you were wondering I am still as insane about them as I ever was #thank you anon really genuinely and fully this has been a blast #if anyone reads the whole thing....mwah let's run off into the ocean together #or something like that idk but it is appreciated #they are my everything they really are #I'm very enamoured with the ''Cope''#Cope with what? I have nothing to cope with? well nothing wataei related at least #or the ''How do you live with the fact'' yadda yadda #How am I supposed to live with it it's funny i think it's very funny #You really trust what enstars characters say and take it at face value without examining the subtext further? amateur mistake #it's so passionate too anon i admire you #imagine disliking something so intensely you sent a very wordy ask to someone because of a silly post they made #I wish I had that much vigor in me #I mean i'd be too polite to even if I did but still it has somehting admireable to it #thanks to you i got to reread some of my favourite wataei interactions so now I think the last three hours were three hours well spent :)#genuinely thank you for the enrichment #I hope youll have a nice day we might not see eye to eye on this and I'm also objectively better at reading these stories and understanding #the characters but I still hope you'll have a nice day #as good karma or something #I'm currently still on that dopamine high from writing this i think it's obvious #best mood I've been in in ages I love talking about wataei #okay good I'll conclude the tags I've already stretched this post out so far i might as well spare the poor tag reader #but then again if you have read the post this far what's a few more tags to you #I really like the fact that the real bluebird is a dove it's soooooooo #it's good it's really good in the overall context #wataei #eichi tenshouin #hibiki wataru

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nativeofsumeru · 1 year

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His Majesty (Zhongli x fem! reader)

A/N: This too is an old fic I wrote way back when so apologies for any errors.

(Not proofread)

(I might post some of the next parts I wrote that follow this story if there's enough positive feedback.) UPDATE:

(AU-Liyue is a kingdom, Zhongli is a dragon with a humanoid form with his special arms and horns and tail, he is the deity/king that rules over Liyue, this is more of an ancient China theme inspired fic. you are a from a high class, wealthy, and influential family who is friends with the royals. Hu Tao is a princess whom you've grown up with that Zhongli has adopted. Xiao is an adopted prince. Both were poor orphans for the first few years of life before he took them in. Ningguang is your sister. There is also parent mistreatment.)

(Y/N) clutched the fabrics closer to her body. She wasn't cold, but it was for a sense of comfort. It must've been the upteenth time she's wandered these halls, and yet, they still feel so lonely. The high ceiling of the palace made her feel small. The warm colors decorating the walls didn't make the setting any more welcoming. Her fabrics were a rich red made of the finest silk flowers, hand crafted and hand designed. Buying a single section of this kind of quality fabric of such a color and with such patterns could easily set back a commoner family decades in the financial department. And here she was. Wearing it practically for free. The hall stretched on for miles. She couldn't even begin to imagine how many lives must've been lost to create such a structure, at the hands of a god. Her attention was caught further down the hall. A faint yet familiar "Yahoo!" could be heard heading her way. (Y/N) smiled warmly and walked briskly towards the voice, her long fabrics flowing on behind her.

"Hu Tao?" She said, her voice was a little raised.

"(Y/N)!" Her friend came into view. They embraced each other smiling."It's been so long!" (Y/N) nodded.

"Yea...it has. How's life been? I haven't seen you since the wedding..." Hu Tao sighed.

"Don't be surprised. I think I'm the unluckiest woman in the world to have been married to that guy. If Master didn't arrange the whole thing I would've gladly stayed here with you. I know it gets lonely here." (Y/N) looked down at the ground sadly. "Yea..."

"He's on a trip though, going to sell some things in Inazuma so today I was able to escape the maids and pop in for the visit." (Y/N) was shocked to hear that.

"What?! But aren't you afraid?" Hu Tao acted nonchalant., hands on her hips and smiling.

"Of what? The Dragon's Gaze? I can deal with that old man if his wrath ever comes near me. I'll be fine. Besides, it's not fair that you're here all alone by yourself every day."

"I guess so." Her friend put a hand on her shoulder. (Y/N) looked up and here and smiled.

"Come on, let's go to the stables or something and enjoy our time while we're here." The smile faltered.

"Uhhh, about that..." Hu Tao was surprised.

"He doesn't allow you to go to the stables too?!"

"No no no no no, not that. It's just that, I don't think I'm allowed to ride the horses or anything."

"Why not? We always used to do it. Have you not been able to since I left?" Her friend frowned at her. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around her stomach.

"I'm, uh...banned from any strenuous activity for now. Um, the doctor says I might be with child."

"WHAT?!" Hu Tao quickly covered her mouth, she hadn't expected to be that loud. She didn't know whether to be happy or sad, but based off her friend's reaction, (Y/N) didn't seem all that thrilled.

"He doesn't know yet and I'm scared." Her friend took her in her arms again and squeezed tightly.

"How did I end up here?"

(Y/N) walked around her estate. It was a bright sunny day, no clouds in sight, and the weather was warm. Not too far above, a mighty woosh could be heard and the shadow of a dragon soared in the sky. It has shiny metallic brown scales, large golden horns, and a glowing golden and orange mane. The most distinguishing feature of this dragon was it's piercing honey gold eyes that could strike fear in even the bravest of men. She remembered the lesson from her history class.

'Long ago, 500 years into the past, the kingdom of Liyue was a small yet prosperous nation, the only one in the area for miles. The people lived peacefully at first, however, then the Queen of Monsters awokened from her thousand year slumber. She pillaged the land with her monster kin, destroying homes, and flattening cities. The militias and armies fought valiantly at the old Emperor's command. Yet all efforts to quell the threat failed. More monsters had begun infiltrating the capital and it wouldn't be much longer until the Queen had arrived upon the land and ended every human life, except those she deemed worthy to be her followers. You could see her silhouette on the horizon, growing nearer and nearer. The people fled as quickly as they could for their lives, when suddenly...a massive dragon burst forth from the earth, filled with beauty and might. He fiercely took down the Queen of Monsters in a monsterous battle alongside the humans. He fought valiantly until he eventually ended her life with a bite to the throat. He made quick work of her remaining followers and monster kin, those who were lucky enough to escape his punishment fled far beyond the mountains, never to return again. The mighty dragon became known as The Protector and the people began worshipping him for years to come. As time went on, Liyue began rebuilding from scratch under the Dragon's Gaze, the modern day name of His Majesty's army and special forces to protect the people. Eventually, the need for a new ruler became apparent with the death of the previous royals and many of the upper class. The people were all in agreement that The Protector should be the one to rule over Liyue. He listened to their wishes and had transformed himself into a more humanoid form that would allow him to tend to specific matters. He expanded the kingdom and brought prosperity to the once weakened people on the brink of extinction. Since then, the dragon has lived on, protecting the people and ruling over Liyue.'

"(Y/N)! My dear, let's go! It's time for dinner with the royal family!" Her mother ran over and almost dragged her to the dressing room in their mansion.

"Mom, do I really have to wear this?" Her mom yanked at her hair mid styling. "Ow-"

"Yes, and I will not hear another bit of complaining from you. Now shut it and sit still while I try to tame this lion's mane." Her sister walked out from behind the changing screen.

"How do I look mother?" She asked. Their mother let go of (Y/N)'s hair letting it fall back down to have to be styled again as she rushed to her sister. Their mother gently put her hands on her sister's face.

"Oh Ningguang you look beautiful! Absolutely beautiful! His majesty will surely accept your hand in marriage!" Ningguang gave a frustrated sigh.

"Mother, how many times do I have to tell you. I'm not interested in that old man. I'm just going because the family is, I could care less that he's lonely and wants a wife now."

"Nonsense!" Their mother said joyfully while returning back to (Y/N)'s hair. "Your father and I have worked so hard for this moment, Ningguang! Now if you'll excuse me, I need to return to tending to her sister's erm, unique hair." Ningguang walked out of the room. Their mother tightened her grip on (Y/N)'s hair and whispered harshly into your ear, her cheery expression fading.

"Now you listen here. You will lay low and let your older sister have the spotlight. You are not to look at His Majesty at all and you will simply do your best to act as if you didn't exist, alright dear?"

"Yes mother." The cheery tone and smile returned.

"Oh I'm so excited! I can't wait for your sister to be married!!"

===Later===

The family entered the palace and were told that His Majesty was running a little behind and that they could feel free to roam the palace while they waited.

"Hey Mother, is it alright if (Y/N) and I explore on our own?" Ningguang asked.

"Of course dear! You go and have fun!" Their mother was practically star struck. "Oh to be in the palace of a god, The Great Protector!" The girls walked away. They walked down one of the many halls. (Y/N) was fascinating and in awe whereas Ningguang seemed unfazed. If anything she seemed bored.

"Hey sis?" (Y/N) snapped out of her trance.

"Yea?"

"I'm going to find the lady's room, ok? You stay here." (Y/N) nodded and her sister walked away. (Y/N) slowly walked around the hall, forgetting her sister's instructions to stay put. They would be seeing each other all at dinner anyway. One hall had painting and engraving carved into the wall and various sculptures depicting the events of 500 years ago and The Protector's rise to power. (Y/N) stared at the artwork, it inspired her. Eventually at the end of the hallway was a statue of a humanoid figure although he had some dragon-like characteristics. (Y/N)'s hand slowly found themselves running over the features of the man lightly. She couldn't help but admire the amount of craftsmanship put into such a piece.

"What are you doing?" She screamed and jumped back in fright from the voice behind her nearly falling to the ground. But something caught her arm before she could.

"You should really be more careful." The deep male voice said again. She looked up to see the piercing golden eyes of His Majesty, The Great Protector. Time seemed to stand still. Her eyes widened and he helped her regain stability on her feet. She immediately looked away and bowed her head, putting her arms together and profusely apologizing.

"I am so sorry, I am so sorry, I am so sorry, I am SO sorry, i am so sorry, Your Majesty. I promise to never ensite your wrath again, I am so sorry." His expression didn't change.

"There is no need to apologize." She looked up at him surprised as he turned his back. "I understand humans are naturally curious. You seem to have a keen eye for artwork." The GREAT Protector, His Majesty, was speaking to HER. "Am I wrong?" He said as if waiting for her to respond.

"O-Oh um um um y-yea uh haha um uh y-yes. I-I like work I mean art I mean artwork yes um....yea." He faced her once more. Those eyes were so....entrancing.

"You are the daughter of my guests I am hosting this evening are you not?" She remembered her mother's rules.

"Oh um yea, and my sister uh-"

"Excellent, we will be dining soon. Please go to the dinner table now. Your parents are already there. I will be arriving shortly." (Y/N) nodded profusely.

"Yes, Your Majesty, thank you." And she briskly walked away.

She sat at her seat in the dining room which might as well be a ballroom, it was massive. Her parents were present however she was yet to spot her sister.

"Where is your sister?" Her mother asked, frustrated.

"I don't know-" A servant entered.

"All rise, for the entrance of his Majesty, The Great Protector." In walked His Majesty, in expensive shining fabrics changing the atmosphere of the room with his presence. (Y/N) looked at him. Was he always this handsome?

(Y/N)'s mother was grinning ear to ear, trying so hard to advertise herself as an amazing mother. Her father didn't change much, he was still expressionless and seemed indifferent with the situation at hand. (Y/N) sat farthest from where The Protector would be seated and began her process of laying low. Her mother began buttering him up and making excuses for her other daughter's temporary absence which His Majesty didn't seem to care much about. (Y/N) swore he had been glancing at her multiple times throughout the dinner. She only ate small portions and never asked the servants for extra food or service unlike her mother who was basking in the feeling of being royalty.

Eventually her mother had enough.

"(Y/N)!"

"Yes mother?"

"Where is Ningguang?! I wanted her to meet His Majesty!"

"Ma'am," a different servant entered the room.

"WHAT?!" Her mother snapped.

"Your daughter was found boarding a ship at the docks not long ago."

"SHIP?!?!?! WHAT SHIP?!" His Majesty looked over mid tea sip.

"The Crux ship of Captain Beidou!"

"Pirates kidnapped?!?!?" Her mother began looking worried. The servant nervously passed a piece of paper to her.

"Um..Not exactly Mrs....She dropped this while smiling and flipping off those trying to stop her..."

-Mom, Dad, I haven't been kidnapped. I like women. See you never. :)-

Her mother became frantic. His Majesty gave a small chuckle. (Y/N) looked at him and blushed. Gosh he was handsome. They made eye contact and she shifted her gaze back to her very interesting bowl of empty soup. Very interesting.

"My apologies, your Majesty, but we must be heading home now!" Her mother said sweetly through gritted teeth.

"Oh, is that so?"

"YES." She clutched (Y/N)'s shoulders so tightly she gave a small yelp. He took notice. (Y/N) got up and solemnly followed them out the door.

"Wait," He said sternly and calmly arose from his seat. "I would like her to stay."

"I'm sorry Your Majesty, whom are you speaking of?" Her mother said pushing (Y/N) out behind the door.

"Her. Your other daughter ma'am." He pointed at said (Y/N).

"W-What other daughter?" He didn't falter. "O-oh her, she's not our daughter, she's some servant's daughter we got paid to take with us.

"Hm," He said. "No wonder she is so well mannered. Tell the servant who birthed her that her daughter was fortunate to draw my keen eye and I would like her to stay the weekend at the palace." (Y/N)'s mother seemed like she was going to explode knowing where this was going.

"Of course Your Majesty. I will relay the message. Are you sure you want this dirty servant girl?"

"Yes." She dragged her daughter back into the room and left without saying another word. She was admittedly near tears. She never expected that her parents would lie to The Protector about her to deter him from her.

"You never have to see them again. The wedding is tomorrow afternoon. Anything you wish to have on that day shall be granted. Simply tell my servants and if it is in my power to bestow it upon you I shall." Then he left.

The bed was comfortable. This is what royalty could buy. Her new husband entered the bedroom and began to undress himself. It was time to consummate the marriage and make it final. She stared at him in awe and was nervous. He was muscular and extremely well built, almost as if he hadn't been alive for centuries. He was big too....Wait. Consummate the marriage?!

"I was the first one to sleep with The Great Protector." (Y/N) said drunkenly, holding her glass up.

"You go bestie." Hu Tao slurred. A worried servant was tending to the two.

"U-um your majesties? Don't you think you've had enough?"

"Pour us another Katheryne!"

"My name is Xingxi."

"That sex was fuckin great lemme tell you."

"Tell me."

"Damn right I rode that dragon baby." Xingxi took the remaining alcohol and left the vicinity to do other chores.

She layed in bed on her back, staring at the ceiling. Intricately painted and carved designs of dragons decorated it. She missed him. It was unfortunate that the war had happened so soon and that her love had to go fight it. He was The Protector after all. She kept her hands above her stomach. It would surely grow in 9 months. If The Protector were to...no. Let's not think about that. No heir is needed. The Protector would return in due time. She stroked her stomach. Would she really have a baby? She felt a faint thud vibrate the ground.

"Your Majesty?" A servant knocked on the door of her room. (Y/N) sat up and made herself decent.

"Come in."

"Your Majesty, he has returned." Her eyes widened and she quickly sprinted out of the room and out the door. She rushed down the many halls and bumped into many different servants.

"SORRY!" She yelled back at them. Her footsteps were so loud. She rushed outside to the courtyard nearly crashing into a servant who had been quick enough to open the door.

There he has. The massive dragon looked at her with it's soft honey gold eyes and walked towards her. It blew on her face and gently nudged her head. She smiled and cried and hugged its face holding it close to her. The dragon let her and closed its eyes as its wife held on tightly. She stroked its face and they looked at each other.

"My love." She heard it say.

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that-one-cat-meow · 2 months

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PINNED POST NUMBER #267374863663...

Hello

You can call me: Sophie/Soph

My gender and pronouns are: female, she/her, but I'm chill if you call me he or they, I will laugh at that

My age is I don't say my age and I'm uncofortable with asking me that

I'm a girl living in Poland that decided to have some of the social life cause I have no one to talk to. I want to be an YouTuber, writer and game developer in future. I know, a lot, BUT WHO SAID I CAN'T??

Obsession on Bendy, tho it kinda start to be boring, maybe will go back to it after another part comes out. Another obsession of mine is Hazbin Hotel. Never really watched the series but I know what's going on and I absolutelly LOVE one character there (*cough cough* Valentino *cough* omg, who said that). I also love Warrior Cats and KinitoPET. I like the series of Mr Tomatos too, but kinda scared of it :|

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I'm sometimes busy, lazy or in a bad mood. So expect me to not be active that days. Though I will try not to do those post about how sad and depressed I am like in past, don't worry.

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masked-and-doomed · 11 months

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NEW ME NEW INTRO!!

Hello, I'm Kat/Kats (or Yomotsu), welcome!! I am so normal about my boyfriends.

Please feel free to ask me about my OC, UG!! Hell, even cooler if you do it in a roleplay kinda way.

Other places you can find me:

@katsdoodles - art blog/archive.

Discord: thatonekats

👆 just in case. Tumblr explodes. Talk to me if you wanna ig (I am not good at conversing. So. Keep that in mind.)

Ao3: ThatOneKat2

👆 Might as well have it here. I've been more in a writing mood this year.

Twitter: @ThatOneKats

I have a twitter now I fucking guess. A bit of bonus content there (a little bit more of unhinged thoughts) but you're not missing much if you don't go there.

Suspected BPD, have been diagnosed autistic. I will feel things very intensely either forever or feel nothing about it in the next hour max. You may see vent posts. Every now and then. Check the tagging system to block em out.

I am deeply in love and sickly affectionate for my 4 darlings. They're my boyfriends, girlfriends, besties- our relationship? Is uhh whatever man. It's love. It's love. (Also not the best fathers but hey I take what I can get)

First two being Yomotsu Hirasaka (pfp), and Takao Hiyama. They are my most intense hyperfixation of 2 years.! They are from Mirai Nikki/Future Diary. An anime/manga which I don't really like.

The next beloved is Pocketcat! He is from Fear and Hunger. He's. A silly :) There's so much intrigue of him aaaghhh ough he is so sad.

Last one !! Faust. From Guilty Gear. He's a. He's somebody. Got him on Valentine's Day. He makes me a different kind of ill. Alas, this doctor cannot cure me.

They're 💙 just like me fr. I love them. URL is them btw. Masked men, doomed.

(comfortable with sharing and gushing together with everyone. I don't mind if you send or @ me in stuff that has Faust shipped with someone, (I like appreciating art of Faust in any form :] ) just know I'm uncomfy with all (canon x canon) Faust ships except Happy Chaos, meaning that I won't talk about them (eg., fau.slayer) together.)

I am. Also obsessed with my lambs as well. (The Conclave, consisting of Axus, Libraria, Baldias, and Chronus) They mean a lot to me. I wish to give them happiness they didn't have the time nor place for. You will see me reblog lambs and tag it as them. Feel free to send me lamb pictures, effectively beaming Conclave to me.

NOTE! I do sometimes post about needing my darlings to kill themselves, or wish great harm upon them. I will not always have positive things to say about them. I am a hater as much as I am a lover. (Not the "I want him dead" (lovingly) (though I do have sadism and would enjoy killing them for the fun of it), I have genuine hatred towards them all (Libraria the least) and I loathe their existence.

(if I had to guess, this is the bpd doing its thing)

Yayaya tagging system time!

#ah rambling - general yapping tag

#[MN/funger] rambling - ramblings of MN or funger

#[MN/funger] bangers - memes/shitposts of that fandom

#oc time - posts about the little OCs I have (currently empty. DW about it)

#unnamed girlie - posts about my self insert. (UG for short)

#UG spoilers - in case you wanna go through the UG tag but not be spoiled about the endings and such.

#guy in my head - headcanon posts

#doodle tag - stuff not high effort enough to put into my art blog goes here

#reblog moment - reblogs! So you can filter them out

#lovesick - yandere / obsessive behaviour

#gatito - kitty tag.

#belalang beloveds - grasshopper tag. Belalang is grasshopper in Malay :)

#art save - images I wanna draw (typically memes I wanna draw with my guys)

#art reference material - reblogs of posts with helpful art stuff

#general reference material - reblogs of posts with whatever that isn't art. Not really 'general' perse but I don't have another word

#epic meowtual art - art by the meowtuals!

#ask game - reblogs of ask game posts

#ask game answer - answers to asks abt the ask game

#hello asker - ask tag

#tag game - reblog of posts that are meant to have you tag other ppl to continue the chain

#negative. And #/negative are used for vent posts. Make those sometimes.

#hxrny aroace on main - (mind the x) epic posts where I feel feelings for some characters (carnally)

#fanfic shit idfk - posts related to fanfics I'm reading (or something like that)

#girl what you on?? - posts where I'm in some sort of delirium, talking to my beloveds. And being ill about them.

#shit I send to fictional guy - posts I'd send to fictional characters. Will prob have their name tagged too.

#unnamed oc core - wow it's just like him fr. Many things will be tagged this btw. They are not okay. (Same person as UG jsyk)

#pocketkitty - for posts I don't want in the pocket.cat tag or reblogging posts that are like pocket.cat. (only applies to him everyone else gets tagged with their name in posts that are like them)

#robot nephew - similar to pocketkitty just that it's. Mr robo.t K.y

#silly doctor man - I fell into gui.lty g.ear and now I'm in love with this bozo. When I don't want it to be in the main tag. Yes like pocketkitty and robo bo.

#mister omelette - guy that asks which came first the chicken or the egg. Answers himself, it's omelette.

#mask quartet - fucking stupid masked bitches trying to save humanity gone wrong

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Guilty gear: #pride in my gears: sign, #pride in my gears: rev, #pride in my gears: overture, #pride in my gears: strive

Tag me in stuff you think I like!! I don't mind! Or like tag games.

There's also a *cough cough* side blog. For degenerate thoughts of mine. If you want it just give a DM ig.

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(This applies mostly to Faust. Sorry not sorry Faust. I will give you the worst horrors.)

(This is me any time someone mentions Conclave. I wish I could say I was exaggerating. I'll just say that Conclave has spiked my libido and I've been the fastest to draw suggestive art of them and write smut of them than of any other character I've fallen in love with. I need them carnally. And I tell you, it is a need.)

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Mimic Chapter 43

Fighting for love and friendship can Class 1-A return their classmate that is near and dear to all of them.

Words- 6154

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fighting, Class 1-A vs Midoriya, just sad reader and Izuku relationship, TARTARUS ESCAPEES ARC SPOILERS

Silence filled the halls of U.A. as you all walked through them. No words were spoken between any of you as you headed to Principal Nezu’s office. Just leaving the dorms you felt heightened with fear and nerves as you kept yourself hidden behind your classmates but the refugees could catch glimpse of you believing you a ghost, a white flash or red eyes peering back at them sent the turning in the opposite direction or pulling their kids away from you. Mina’s hand was in yours squeezing it in comfort but it didn’t bring any relief from the fear in each of them.

“Principal…this was a trap?!” Endeavor groans seeing your class together having blocked the one exit out his scans over you all almost hesitating seeing your face amongst the students.

“I heard the children out and determined that this meeting was warranted. I’m always open to change based on the facts.” Nezu admits and Endeavor sighs his back towards you all.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” Todoroki steps forward to his father, “I thought…we were going to stop Touya together!”

“Shoto…your willingness alone means the world to me.” Endeavor says a look of regret covers his face.

“Well, it doesn’t mean much to me without action. Why is Midoriya the only one with a free pass?! Endeavor…you’re letting Deku and All Might operate together aren’t you?” Todoroki yells at him and the hero's lack of silence answers his question.

“Thought so…” Bakugo says stepping forward, “In any situation, it was the right move. But you don’t know the first thing about Deku…He’s screwed up in the head. The guy never takes himself into account. Just says crap like ‘I’m fine.’ All Might became the Symbol of Peace with the same mindset. So he won’t be the one to stop Deku. Listen Endeavor! You can’t leave those two alone with each other! Not them!”

Endeavor is silent before slowly pulling out a phone, “But…”

“Yo. Does that thing have GPS tracking?” Sero points out and Endeavor stays silent before tossing the device and Sero, Hagakure, Mineta, and Koda go diving toward it.

“M-mind if we borrow this sir?! Cuz…well…it’s only by chance I wound up in the same class as the guy, but still!” Sero breathes out clutching the phone like it was made of glass.

“I feel the same way…we’ve only spent a year together…but that’s plenty,” Koda whispers.

“He never opened up to us about One For All…and he expected that letter to put us at ease. That came as a shock to us.” Todoroki says looking to the floor.

“We of Class A intend to find him, follow him, and work alongside him. No matter how great a burden One For All may be…Midoriya is our friend. And we can’t very well be expected to go smiling into the future…knowing that our friend is walking this thorny path alone.” Iida says.

“It’s too dangerous out there. Law and Order are a thing of the past. Even you kids would be-” Endeavor speaks up.

“You’ve certainly matured…Todoroki! Given the villains now pursue him…and that he wished to leave U.A. I authorized the team-up. However, he’s free to return to us at any time.” Nezu says and you all are shocked, “From the moment a student is accepted into this school..they fall under our protection.”

“But what about the safety of the evacuees..? Among them, there’s still..” “A proper evacuation shelter must be more than simply a plot of land. I shall have to reassure them somehow. Our security system was fortified for the school festival though it has yet to see any use. I’m talking about the U.A. barrier. It will prove its worth. In any case, All Might also attended this school you know?” Nezu says before he looks over meeting your gaze, “And with the current occupants haven’t caused any problems or alerted much.” Endeavor turns meeting your cold gaze as you look back at him. It only seemed like yesterday when you joined his agency excited to learn more about hero work and now you lost everything an empty shell of a person.

“So, go on…do what you must to bring them back to us,” Nezu says with final approval. Your class dispute many returning to the dorm while a few of you stay back, Todoroki speaking final words to his father before he turns leaving frustration on his face. Endeavor watches as his son leave before his gaze moves to meet yours.

“Shimura..” He breathes out.

“Endeavor.” You respond your voice chilling as the two of you stand looking at each other.

“I’m sorry for everything that's-” He goes to speak but you cut him off.

“I’m tired of apologizes Endeavor, it’s not going to do anything.” You say shoving your hands in your pockets, “Not going to give my quirk back, heal my body, bring back Izuku..nothing. Just tell me he’s okay.”

His face is deep with regret and pity, you lived enough for one child’s life and continued to live more. “He’s going through a lot…more than any of us..he’s alive but well…I can’t say.”

You nod before sharply turning and walking out of the room Mina and Kirishima follow after you her hand slipping within yours same with the boy. “We’ll find Midoriya,” Kirishima says squeezing your hand.

“It’s not that I don’t believe you’ll find him..it’s if you can get him to come back is what I fear.” You say. That boy’s will and mind would exceed anything humanly possible. It would take the full force of your class to bring that boy down.

So they prepared following where he traveled until their plan was created and the day came Midoriya appeared in Kamino Ward right at the statue commemorating the fight between All Might and All For One..the moment when you really learned about yourself.

“You won’t come..” Mina says surprised when they all convened in the common area of the dorm all dressed in their hero costumes but you appeared dressed in your school uniform.

“I’ll just be a liability during the fight against Midoriya…you all need to keep your heads sharp not constantly thinking about me.” You say rubbing your arm absentmindedly tracing the scars along your arm.

“None of us think that besides if we’re doing this as a class we’ll need everyone’s help,” Kaminari says trying to convince you but you shake your head.

“I would only paint a target on all of your backs. It’s safer if I stay behind for everyone’s safety. If All For One knows that I’m still alive we don’t if he might strike and try to take One For All from both Midoriya and me if we are together.” You explain…as far as the world knew outside of U.A. and a few selected Pro Heroes, Y/n Shimura died on the battlefield her injuries too severe, and had passed. It wasn’t hard to get a few N.D.A for doctors involved in your time during surgery and during recovery. Your death record was quickly created and Y/n Shimura was a dead woman. For the few the had seen you with the public information saying you were dead people wouldn’t believe a few conspiracies despite the fact that you were alive. It was safer that remained isolated away from populated areas from the fight away from the outside world.

“You’re not some prisoner here! You should be able to join us-” “IT WAS MY DECISION.”

“I have no quirk…I haven’t trained at all since returning just drop it please!” You say ending the conversation and silence covers the room…”I’m sorry…just be safe all of you.” You say looking at each of them and they nod saying their goodbyes before heading out for their mission. To get Izuku Midoriya back.

And as Midoriya lies there the rain pours down on him letting the civilians attack him and his will to fight leaves. An explosion from the sky hits the villain right on the head stopping his quirk.

“That punk…He’s here guys!” Bakugo yells out and that’s when they all jump into action a wave of ice freezes the villain and places restraints placed on him.

“Prison escapee secured! Splendid work, Bakugo!” Momo calls out.

“That’s Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight to you!” Bakugo growls out and the girl apologizes.

“Everyone…but why..?” Midoriya huffs out.

“We’re worried about you.” Uraraka calls and Midoriya shakes his head grabbing his mask secured to his face.

“But…I’m fine. So don’t worry…and get away from me..” He says

“Wow, real inspirin’,” Bakugo cackles clapping obnoxiously, “All hail the mighty inheritor of One For All! But tell us this…are you smilin’ now?” Bakugo yells at the boy and his silence responds.

“Those smiles…everyone’s peace of mind. Those are the reasons I need to keep going, so…” One For All fills his veins a menacing presence surrounding him, “GET OUT OF MY WAY!”

“DO YOUR WORST, YOU ALL MIGHT WANNABE!!” “We knew Midoriya would be the same as ever. Stand strong everyone!”

“We heard how you unlocked the fourth and sixth! You damn nerd!” Bakugo yells out and Midoriya straight at them.

“...you all came or me. Thanks, but…” Midoriya speaks up before a smoke completely clouds their vision.

“Don’t let him get away!” Bakugo yells out slamming his gauntlet to the ground and sending an explosion that clears out the smoke, “Don’t wanna chat, uhh? You just gonna sneak off then? So now that you’re one of the all-powerful big shots…are we just a buncha NPCs to you?!” As Midoriya rushes away a flock of birds scoops him in midair.

“They said you could come back to school!! You hear that Midoriya?” Koda yells out for once in his life at the boy, “The principal is ready to welcome you back! Got that?! So stop running away!”

Midoriya shoots Blackwhip at the building pulling away from Koda’s attack but is intercepted by Sero and his tape.

“The Blackwhip of yours is kinda freaky. No wonder people are scared!” Sero yells out as Midoriya twists himself free from the tape right in the range of Jiro’s earphone jacks. Using airforce to dodge the sonic waves.

“Hey, Midoriya! I dunno if it’ll matter but for what it’s worth..remember when you helped me organize my notes and gave me tips for the school festival? You really helped me back then! It might not seem like much, but I appreciated that so much!” Jiro yells out at him and Ojiro jumps in his tail wrapping around the boy.

“Remember that stuff with Shinso, back at the Sports Festival?! I’ll never forget how mad you got…on my behalf!! So how can I sit back when you’re the ONLY ONE fighting and running yourself ragged out here? My presence is a danger to all of you!” Ojiro yells out and is shocked that Midroiya breaking free from his grasp. Flashes of the events during the battle with Shigaraki flash through his mind. All those who got hurt.

“I CAN’T LET ALL FOR ONE TAKE YOU ALL AWAY FROM ME! THAT’S WHY I HAD TO LEAVE!” Midoriya yells breaking free only to be grabbed by Tokoyami and Dark Shadow.

“Thurst, Dark Shadow!!” Tokoyami yells out and Midoriya is slammed into the building.

“He’s gotten way too strong!” Jiro yells out having been grabbed by Sato.

“Serious strength of will too,” Ojiro adds.

“Midoriya! Open your ears!” Sato yells out landing on a traffic light holding the two of his classmates, “You might have some special power but…we understand how you feel! We all feel the same way! Plus, there's what Koda said about the school! You gotta hear us out! If not….I’m never lending you food dye for Eri’s candy apples ever again!”

Midoriya hits a pillar of cement held down by Dark Shadow and metal straps come over him. “That’s fine! Eri…doesn’t need me. It doesn’t have to be me!” A mask comes down on him covering his face.

“You should know that we intended to join you in your efforts. We’ve been authorized to use our quirks to aid Endeavor and the other heroes…for this mission to ensure your safety,” Momo says looking down at the boy, the machine to make him sleep, he slams his head forward breaking the machine and Tokoyami makes his hold on him stronger.

“Enough…stop wasting effort…on me!” Midoriya pushes himself to his feet pushing forward, “Just get away from me…!”

“Not a chance, pal!” Kaminari says wrapping his arm around his shoulder with a smile on his face, “Midoriya! We get that One For All is really important but…you got something even more important in your life! Me and you..we ain’t got a ton in common, but you’re still a friend! Even if we gotta force this friendship down your throat!”

Arms wrap around Midoriya and Kaminari, Shoji, “This is insulating tape Yaoyorozu made for my tentacles..’a lineup like this might even give All Might a scare’ That’s what you said during the attack on our training camp.” Shoji says and Dark Shadow appears fully encasing the two boys.

“Dark Shadow indulges in the darkness. Repurposing Dark Shadow’s offense in service of defense…was a concept birthed by you Midoriya.” Tokoyami says.

“Do you see us as more victims who need protection and coddling?!” Shoji yells out.

“And don’tcha miss bathing?! You need a bath real bad Midoriya!!” Kaminari yells out electricity sparking off his body. A scream rips through Midoriya as he breaks free from Dark Shadow’s Ragnarok hurtling out of the building into the air.

“He pried apart the bindings of Ragnarok!”

“UGHHH! STOP! STOP ALREADY!!” SO PLEASE GET AWAY FROM ME. I’M BEGGING YOU! I MEAN IT! I’M FINE!!” Midoriya yells out his mask fallen from his face, the dirt and sweat cover his face but the tiredness clearly seen in his face. A pillar of ice suddenly appears and Midoriya slams into it trapped inside.

“What a look you have on your face…is this responsibility…so much for you that you can’t even let yourself cry?” Todoroki calls out to him on top of the ice, “Seems like a burden…you should share with the rest of us.”

“Not so fast.” Tsuyu calls out on the side of one of the buildings, “Because you matter to me. You’re my friend, and when we’re scared, we tremble together. When times are tough, we cry together. So, if you’re dead set on being some comic book superhero…then Class A won’t let you live that fantasy alone.”

The ice cracks from underneath Todoroki, “Midoriya! Did you ever think that maybe All For One wants you in this state? He might seize this chance to attack U.A.!! Running around to keep off the radar has left you looking like, well, THAT! So at least consider this backup plan! U.A. matters to you, right? You want to protect it! Shimura’s at U.A. now! How can you protect her if you’re out here? Sticking with us is a valid option!! LET US JOIN YOUR FIGHT!!”

“No. Can’t.” Midoriya shakes his head One For All cracking the ice and breaking him free, “This fight is between…One For All and All For One. YOU ALL CAN’T KEEP UP.” Bursting free Midoriya shoots into the air.

“Midoriya!” Tsuyu yells out swiping her tongue out and Midoriya dodges in midair but something attaches to him looking back he sees Mineta attached with a chain of his quirk.

“I never thought it was your power that made you awesome! I feel for you…when you were scared and sweating buckets…and quaking in your boots! Back when we found a path forward together the way you were back then!” Mineta yells out tears in his eyes. Blackwhip shoots out of Midoriya sending Mineta back.

“Sorry, Mineta! That old me is gone…” Midoriya yells out Blackwhip attaching to two buildings in almost a slingshot preparing blackwhip, 45% of One For All and Fa Jin.

“You’re not going anywhere!” Uraraka yells out coming down from above him, “Things are different now…including me!” Midoriya shoots past Uraraka far up in the air, “NOW GUYS!!”

A ramp of ice was quickly created most of the class on top of it. “Acidman! Protective coating style at 0.1 percent acidity!” Mina yells out creating a covering in front of Bakugo and Todoroki.

“GO TODOROKI!” The two boys are shot forward with Dark Shadow shoving them forward and with Flashfreeze Heatwave, the two are up in the air. Speeding past Uraraka who touches them with their quirk to make them weightless they move faster.

“You say we can’t keep up, huh?!” Todoroki yells out and Bakugo blast forward.

“BLASTING SPEED TURBO…CLUSTER!!” Bakugo yells out. There were many things he had to say but for now, he was handing the mic to a guy built for the speed. Letting out a fierce explosion their class president is sent flying into the air and he reaches Midoriya latching onto his hand.

“But, No…You can’t…! Just let go!” Midoriya cries out tears flooding his eyes.

“I WILL NOT!” Iida yells out looking at the boy, “Ingenium the hero…will dash across the land to take a lost child by the hand. ‘Because giving help that’s not asked for…is what makes a true hero.’.” Bringing Midoriya closer to him looking down as Uraraka releases her quirk the two are sent hurtling down. “How can I…stick this landing?” Seeing a faint red within the rain. Kirishima! The two lands within his arms and are sent skidding back on the ground.

“WHOA! Are you okay?!” Hagakure yells out running up to them.

“I…WON’T BREAK!! Midoriya! A while back…this one story threw me for a loop! Some kid my age dashed into danger to save a pal! That had to be you right?!” Kirishima yells at the boy as he lets go of Iida still holding onto Midoriya, “That didn’t have squat to do with special powers or anything. What you did back then…is the same sorta action we’re taking for you now!”

“Stellar positioning on your part Kirishima.” Iida compliments the boy.

“Just happened to be there while following Endeavor’s orders, dude!” Kirishima replies as the rest of the class arrives.

“Midoriya!” Mina calls out wiping the rain from her face, “I can’t stand the thought of losing anyone else, ‘kay? So…won’t you stick with us? We’ve got classes to attend and stuff.” Midoriya pushes himself up but his classmates worried about the boy so weak.

“I’d like that…but…I’m too scared for all the people in U.A.! I don’t want to make trouble for anyone else! Things just…can’t go back to how they used to be. Not anymore.” Midoriya mumbles out exhaustion crawling at him but the will to fight is still present.

“Hey. Remember what I said when Shigaraki made swiss cheese outta me?” Bakugo steps forward to him. “No. I don’t.”

“It was ‘stop trying to win this on your own.’ But I had more to say. I needed to tell you that I got stabbed cuz my body moved on its own. Maybe to the fact that your damn girlfriend was screaming at me to keep you alive but that’s beside the point.” He shakes his head, “You know I always looked down on you cuz you were quirkless. You were supposed to be beneath me…but I kept feeling like you were above me. I hated it. I couldn’t beat to look at you. I couldn’t accept the way you were.” The boy confesses all his insecurities in front of Midoriya..in front of his classmates.

“So I kept you at arms length and was mean to you. I tried to act all superior by rejecting you…but I kept losing that fight. Since we got into U.A…nothing’s worked out how I thought it would. Instead, this past year forced me to understand your strength and my weakness. Now, I don’t expect this to change a thing between us, but I gotta speak…my truth.” Bakugo tilts his head down in shame.

“Izuku…I’m sorry for everything.”

The runaway hero’s eyes widened. All his life meeting Kacchan and becoming friends with him before it changed he was only referred to as Deku or Damn Nerd or any insult he could come up with. Hearing his name come out of his mouth meant something that seemed to break the walls he put up when he left U.A. The rain fills the air for a second before Bakugo speaks again, “There’s nothing wrong with the path you’ve been walking down…since inheriting One For All and following All Might’s lead. But now..you’re barely standing. And those ideals alone ain’t enough to get you over the wall you’re facing.” Bakugo points his hand out to his classmates, “We’re here to step in when you can’t handle it all on your own. Because to live up to those ideals and surpass All Might…we gotta save you the civilians at U.A., and the people on the streets. Because saving people is how we win.”

“Besides you got one hell of a woman ready to tear the world apart waiting for you when you come back.” Bakugo scoffs. But his words held meaning..your mind had only been focused on one thing and everything including your own life was less important.

Tears slip down Midoriya’s face though masked by the rain, “I said you all couldn’t keep up with me. I’m so sorry I said something…so awful.” He stumbles forward the exhaustion hitting him falling into Bakugo’s arms completely unconscious.

“We get it,” Bakugo says looking down at the boy everyone letting out a sigh of relief.

“With that our first challenge…is cleared. But the road ahead will be perilous.” Momo says to Uraraka stands beside her and looks forward as the rest of the class crowds around the boy.

“Yeah!”

You were sat in the dorm both Mirio and Eri with you the young girl was doodling on some paper a pair of cat headphones on her head as you sit beside her a soft smile on your smile watching her draw bobbing her head slightly to the music.

“You know she could it for you,” Mirio says and you look away from the girl to the boy sitting on the couch next to you. “She’s gotten better control of her quirk. She was able to do it for me she could do it for you.”

You’re silent looking back at the girl who is drawing a picture of herself, what looks like Midoriya and Mirio in their hero costumes, Aizawa surrounded by cats, and you with your white hair and red eyes. “I…It’s safer for others if I remain quirkless..as far as the rest of the world is concerned..Y/n Shimura is dead.” You say reaching your hand out petting the young girl’s hair and she doesn’t pay mind to it.

“But in the event, if we need to fight again…it would be smart to have all our fighters there. That includes you.” Mirio says and you still look at the young girl…how her life was so similar to you but she was saved she was able to smile and now have happy memories.

“I don’t know…if the world were to find out the sister of a war criminal was alive and had regained her quirk…it would cause a whole other war over it. It’s better that it stays like this.” You say and it’s quiet before a ringtone fills the room Mirio pulls out his phone looking at it before looking at you.

“They got Midoriya back.”

You worked on slipping on a coat dressed in regular clothes before fixing a hat over your head making sure your hair was hidden as Mirio buttoned up a raincoat on Eri helping her into rainboots.

“Where are we going?” Eri says curiously and you look back at her as you finish hiding your hair she comes over to you grabbing your hand while Miro grabs an umbrella for the three of you.

“We’re just meeting a friend who’s back.” You say a small smile on your face and Eri nods a smile growing on her face.

“A new friend?” She asks and you shake your head as you go to open the door heading outside Mirio is already ready with the umbrella.

“An old friend Eri, you’ll know him when you see him.” You say and the three of you head towards the front of U.A. where a large crowd has formed the rain falling down on all of you.

“DON’T LET THAT BOY TAKE ONE STEP...INTO U.A.!!” Someone yells out and the three of you make your way towards the front but to the side where you see your classmates standing there but you still couldn’t see him.

“They say Shigaraki was targeting some kid…and he’s the one isn’t he?!” Someone else yells out and you see Present Mic trying to calm them all down.

“Didn’t you all hear the principal’s explanation? He guaranteed our safety, no matter what.” Another voice speaks up.

“What, and you were convinced by that crap?! We abandoned our homes and came here cus we thought we’d be safe! So what’s this ticking time bomb here?!” A man yells out frustration and tension high.

“He’s just a child!” Another comment. “And! That girl was a child and was still All For One’s weapon… she and Shigaraki probably planned this whole thing..it’s a good thing she’s six feet under.” Someone yells out and you feel your heart skip a beat being spoken about. Eri tugs your hand and you look down at her.

“Who are they talking about?” She says her eyes wide with confusion.

“Just someone sweetheart nothing to worry about.” You say before you bend down pulling her up into your arms resting her on your hip and she rests her head on your shoulder. You make eye contact with Mirio who is looking back at you before you turned forward.

“Why’s it gotta be U.A., huh?! Let him hide someplace else!” “Having One For All makes him a Nomu right?!” “We’re just supposed to let him hide here?!” The crowd was a riot split between those who believe Midoriya should be able to stay and the others that want him to get outta here.

“Let’s keep calm folks!” Present Mic yells out and that’s when Best Jeanist appears.

“It’s Jeanist!!” “We’re only here because we trusted you!”

“Indeed! As the principal has explained, U.A. is currently the safest place to be! Your safety is our top priority! At first…we decide to take the fight to the enemy we used Izuku Midoriya as bait in hopes of learning the villains’ location! However our search grid wasn’t sufficiently wide enough, and the operation met with limited success!” Best Jeanist explains to you all, “Izuku Midoriya may be the villain’s target..but he is also one of our ultimate resources in battle! Allowing him to grow even more worn and frayed could lead to a fatal loss! Is this the optimal course of action? No! We now rely on our backup plan! I understand why you do not willingly welcome this omen of unease…but please allow him to rest his weary body in this secure stronghold! So that…when needed…he can once again join the battle in peak condition!” Best Jeanist finishes and silence fills the air before someone speaks up.

“You losers failed…and let Japan turn into this lawless wasteland. And now…you failed again…and you’re out here telling US…to pay the price for more of your mistakes?!”

“NO WAY!” “SOME HEROES YOU ARE!” “GIVE US A FREAKIN BREAK!! ALL WE WANT…IS A SAFE PLACE TO SLEEP AT NIGHT!” Panic quickly spread as they go to move forward your hold on the girl tightens as people push past you and Mirio and the blonde clutches your arm to keep the three of you together. In a flash, someone is above you all.

“Dek- Izuku Midoriya…has a special power in him!” Uraraka’s voice rings out through the megaphone in her hand as she stands on the top of the U.A. building.

“Yeah? Good for him! He wants a break? So what! He doesn’t gotta rest here!”

“You don’t get it!” Uraraka yells out, “He left school in the first place because he didn’t want to make trouble for anyone! We were the ones who brought him back! That power of his…yeah, it’s really special! It’s a power that exists to beat All For One! That’s why they’re after him! That’s why he had to leave this place!! He left…and went through who knows what’s out there. Take a good look at him!!”

You look over at him almost shocked at his appearance, his clothing is ripped up worse than during the fighting the green uniform is almost black with dirt and grime and it looks like he’s gotten a wink of sleep or anything to keep himself healthy. Had he even eaten? He was more focused tell you to keep yourself alive but he was on his last limbs. “More than anyone, he wishes he could fix everything. You’re looking at a guy who could be attacked at any second but continues to move forward anyway. SO REALLY LOOK AT HIM PLEASE!! SPECIAL POWERS ARE ONE THING!! BUT THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS A SPECIAL PERSON!”

“He’s looking ragged, huh?” “Kinda weak and worn-out..” “Yes, he’s been fighting.” A woman speaks up, “He saved me out there…and he’s been fighting this whole time..” While many seemed torn now some were still unconvinced.

“You want us to look at him? So what?! Don’t tell me..that we should be covered in filth too?!!”

“NO! HEROES ARE THE ONLY ONES COATED IN THAT FILTH! SO GIVE HIM A MOMENT TO REST TO WASH AWAY THE GRIME! IF YOU WANT ME TO STAND UP HERE AND REASSURE YOU, I’M SORRY I CAN’T DO THAT RIGHT NOW! THAT’S BECAUSE WE’RE ALL GRIPPED BY THE SAME FEAR AND UNEASE” Uraraka yells out her own fear but almost confidence coming through,” WE’RE ALL NEIGHBORS HERE-INCLUDING HIM! PLEASE LEND HIM YOUR STRENGTH…SO WE HAVE A SHOT AT SMILING TOGETHER INTO THE FUTURE! WHAT HE NEEDS IS YOUR HELP! PLEASE! FIND IT IN YOUR HEARTS TO LET HIM REST AND RECOVER…TOGETHER WITH ALL OF US! IZUKU MIDORIYA…IS TRYING TO TAKE ON ALL THE RESPONSIBILITY THAT COMES WITH HIS POWER, BUT HE’S STILL GOT PLENTY TO LEARN HIMSELF! HE’S JUST A REGULAR HIGH SCHOOL KID!”

“Yeah, but…”

Midoriya hits the ground tears filling his eyes

“THIS PLACE…IS HIS…HERO ACADEMY! LET HIM STAY HERE!”

The girl within your arms shimmy out hitting the ground and rushing forward, “Eri!” you yell out trying to go after her but Mirio grabs your arm. You watch the young girl rush forward and you see a familiar boy and the same woman who was defending Midoriya.

Mineta rushes forward but Iida’s arm cuts him off, “Midoriya…what gives, Iida?”

“This…isn’t our moment,” Iida says looking up at the girl standing on the roof tears in her eyes, isn’t that right? Uraraka?

“Midoriya!! I’m sorry I was too scared to run over here! Sorry! So sorry!” Kota cries out tears pouring out of his eyes, “But then! That lady stood up and said that stuff! I…I had to try because I wanna be like you! That’s why…I am here! Get it? You don’t gotta cry anymore you’ll be okay!”

“Oh…Kota!” Midoriya cries out before another body collides with him and he looks up to see a small girl with light blue hair. She holds his face with light tears brim her eyes, “Don’t cry remember we look after each. We save each other!” Tears pour more down his face seeing the small girl he saved in front of him.

“Eri…”

“You’re a U.A. student then?” The woman says pulling the boy to his feet as Eri stays by his feet.

“Yes, Miss!”

“Several shelters turned me away…no heteromorphs allowed they said. It was one rejection after the next until U.A. finally took me in. But, well this means I get to see you again. How lucky for me. Thank you for saving me…my crybaby hero.” She thanks him bending down and hugging him and Kota and Eri join in hugging the poor boy. The rain still pours down on all of you before a man steps forward giving away his umbrella.

“Instead of freaking out and laying the blame every which way…why don’t we take a moment and hear these folks out? The boy’s not asking to kick up his feet and stay here forever, right?!” He holds his hands out, “But supplies and good help are hard to find out there these days…so if the boy needs a break before the world grinds him down to nothing, this place is his last best bet! That’s the long and short of it, right heroes?!” He says turning to look at Principal Nezu who nods.

“Why not Shiketsu then? If they’ve got the same setup?!” “Except they’d probably react the same way over there…”

“To be frank until our world went to hell…I never really realized it myself. How I was like a spectator and heroes were performers on a stage. Once upon a time, the unmatched All Might showed us all how to be a hero. He was the act to follow, and everybody cheered him on! But along the way…people forgot about the heart and soul that made the man. The stage is gone now. The theater’s knocked down. With failure after failure heroes can’t be hoping for glory and riches at this point. So many of those folks we once called heroes have hung up their capes. Think about it. Those ones who’re still left, still fighting…whaddya think they’re fighting for? If we reject the ones still standing up for what’s right…what do we even got left? How’ll there be any chance in hell of going back to our old lives?! Sure, we’re all hurting here, but let’s stop and use our heads! How long…can we be spectators on the sidelines?!”

“Th…there are rumors of a guy…with multiple quirks dressed in rags. They say he’s either an agent of the villains or maybe a true hero. So tell us. Sat you get to rest here for now…will we get to go back to our old lives eventually?” A man speaks up fear clear on his face and desperation.

“Everyone is in this together with me so,” Midoriya looks at everyone determination clear on his face, “Yes. We’ll bring it all back.”

The door to the barrier opens and Ectoplasm steps out to Hawks, Endeavor, and Todoroki. “Did you happen to hear…Uravity’s speech? Come in and see for yourselves. All is well. At least for the time being.” The three enter seeing the aftermath of the speech.

“In the end, all we did…was cause more pain for Deku. No real progress…just a roundabout way of getting to this point.” Endeavor says a hat and jacket covering his hero costume.

“No progress?” Hawks says, “I disagree. We’re seeing it here. One For All…is a network of power that links people’s hearts. It tied All Might to Midoriya. Then class A kept Midoriya in the game. And Uravity linked these people to Midoriya. If everyone…if ALL of us are even a little bit capable of seeing each other as united as ONE, then... I see a future where heroes have time to kill. One so bright we can’t help but grin.” Looking forward to Midoriya being welcomed back into U.A. civilians covering them with umbrellas giving their thanks.

Standing in Cementoss’ hand Nezu holds a device in his hand, “This was beyond my power…but..your class achieved it. Aizawa.”

Resting in a hospital room Aizawa smiles, “Be sure to tell my class president ‘Job well done’ for me.”

The rain is heavy on you all and you and Mirio draw closer Eri tugs on Midoriya’s free hand and he looks down but she points forward and he sees Mirio who gives a small smile going over to Eri before he meets your eyes. Your eyes were tired dark circles under your eyes as you look at him a small smile quirked on your face and you could feel the piece of paper resting in your pocket burning hot. He goes to pull away from his classmates and mother but you shake your head.

‘Not now…later.’ You mouthed and he hesitates before letting himself get pulled away as you stay behind in the rain the water covers your face hiding the tears that track down your face. You don’t know who the hell to thank…but thank you for bringing him back to you.

Izuku Midoriya was home.

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therealvikingstrash · 2 years

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Hvitserk and "I do not see, I do not hear"

I want to note that this might make some people sad. It made me sad noticing it. You've been warned. This is just my assumption and in no way canon, so if you disagree with me, that's fine. (meta below the cut)

When I made this gifset (tw flashing gif) the other day, I noticed something that Hvitserk did and remembered that he had done it before. In season 5 episode 10, we see Hvitserk tightly close his eyes and scream the moment he was sure Ubbe was about to strike him with his sword.

Then we see him do the same thing in season 6 episode 6 again, when he assumes- in his delirious state- that he was about to kill Ivar (who turned out to be Lagertha but that's not important).

It's the same expression, the same defense mechanism- probably emotionally.

Anyway, I think Hvitserk closed his eyes that first time because he was afraid. Not of dying because we see him fight and ready to die many times and he doesn't do it then, but at the mere prospect of seeing Ubbe kill him. Of perhaps noticing something like enjoyment or heavy regret in his brothers eyes. He didn't want to see his brother like that, not Ubbe who was a constant in his life and whose love he never had to question and whose decisions left no room for doubt ever since they were little. He also screamed as loud as he could to tune the sounds surrounding him out, possibly even whatever Ubbe might say/shout. If his last words to Hvitserk were unkind, he didn't want to know.

And the second time he does it, it's not exactly a different reason even though it's under different circumstances. When he assumes he is about to stab Ivar, he also closes his eyes to block out what he's doing, because I'm convinced he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he saw the look of betrayal on Ivar's face and he's again screaming to not have to hear anything that came from Ivar- no sounds of distress or begging to stop would reach him if he just screamed loud enough.

He was so afraid what kind of truth would unravel in either moment, that he rather not see or hear any of it. And my best guess is, that that stems from the moment he witnessed Ivar killing Sigurd. He remembers that Ivar regretted killing their brother, but also how angry Ivar had been while throwing the ax. And he remembers seeing Sigurd die.

Many people interpret Hvitserk sitting there and watching as passive or uncaring, but I think he was in shock and couldn't believe this actually happened. We did see him cast an angry look at Ivar later, so it wasn't like he was unfazed or felt nothing about his death, he was just taking longer to react.

I'm sure he carried all those thoughts and feelings with him, which led to his decision that he doesn't want to either see a brother of his killing another or how one of his brothers dies- especially not at his own hand.

If you made it thise far, there are tissues near the exit, feel free to grab some on your way out.

#vikings #hvitserk #hvitserk ragnarsson #ubbe #ivar #sigurd #vtrash meta #vtrash gifs #vikings meta #vikings HC #flashing gif

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tundesweb · 6 months

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Eclipse Vibes

ALL 12 SIGNS. Read for your rising sign or just the sign/s you feel the most like. If you don't know your rising sign then I guessssss you can use your Sun.

First of all, drink some water and have a good day ON PURPOSE.

Aries: Well, aren’t you a lucky individual? The planets have aligned in your favor. Make a wish! Feel like you are HIM/HER. This is the time to step into the energy of who you KNOW you are, who God said you are. Let’s check back in 6 months to celebrate again during Libra season 🕺🏾.

Taurus: You've probably been having crazy, prophetic dreams. All of us definitely should rest, but you especially. One thing about a Taurus: they get to the money. You might be renewing your faith or diving deep into your spiritual practice. God sees you and hears you; lay all your troubles at the altar.

Gemini: Okay, Hollywood. If you get some money, let me hold a dollar! Lol, just kidding. You might find a new friend group during this time. It's a great time to make your voice/ideas heard by a large group of people, especially over the next 6 months. If you haven’t started that idea yet, DO IT!

Cancer: Are multiple things that you’ve been working on coming into fruition at the same time? That’s kinda cool asf. Congrats! You're definitely receiving some type of well-deserved recognition. Or, you know, it could also be a scandal (stay dangerous 😭). The people around you definitely see you as a trailblazer at this time. If you do start something new, it will gain you recognition by Libra season. If the attention you’re getting is unfortunately negative, feel your emotions, but just go lay down. For whatever reason, all eyes are on you, and people probably already think you’re a hothead. You’ve obviously grown; don’t let anyone put you back in a mold you already broke!

Leo: Where are we going 👀? I’m so, so, so, so proud of you. I think by now acceptance letters for college have come out or are still coming out. So, congratulations to all my Leos who are pursuing higher education. If you have any cases open, they most likely will be ruled in your favor! For me personally, I know for a FACT that all my faith has been restored. I don’t question a damn thing. Wishing you the same peace. These last 12 months definitely felt like a pilgrimage. Hugs 🫂. Plus, you’re a Leo; like, of course they're mad! Nothing can turn your shine off. I’m sorry to myself for dimming my light because it would NEVER be dim enough for someone bothered by it!

VIRGOAT: Hey, Virgo. Mercury Retrograde is probably whooping your ass right now. Probably to tell you to stop getting angry about delays. For a long time, you let anger drive you to make mooney. That’s totally fine, but uhm, you’re probably burnt out. As someone who had to slowly get out of burnout, you do NOT want your body to sit you down, because then your busy-body self will really be sad. I had to remind you that you are indeed the GOAT. You were born worthy, and you proved yourself a long time ago. Look over all that you’ve overcome and be proud instead of feeling like it’s not good enough. You’re kinda scaring the hoes. We are overall, as a collective, going through a very transformative time. If you are feeling blocked, write down all your ideas. I know you have a lot of ideas. A good astrologer would tell you to be mindful of what you owe right now; check those statements, etc. I know you’re strategic asf, but emotions and love shouldn’t be controlled; these are things you have to let flow.

Libra: Hi, my pretty. There's a lot of energy going on in your 7th house right now. Aries season reminds us to put ourselves first, guilt-free, thank you very much. A lot of people are probably pulling on your energy. I’m not saying ignore them, but definitely communicate your needs, and if they aren’t hearing you or can’t meet them, on the back burner they go! I’m sure these last 6 months taught you all about the negative effects of people-pleasing/pouring from an empty cup though. On the flip side, if you’re open to new love or new business ventures, now is also a time to seize them in an assertive, confident way.

Scorpio: You’re another one that needs to practice self-care. We get it, you’re a Martian, always working, striving, and winning. Win yourself some rest. Strategize those self-care routines. There's really so much energy happening in everyone’s chart in the sign of Aries, I really think we should just lay down for a bit. A new self-care routine would definitely take you out of a rut, and most likely is the thing you’ve been missing. We’ve all (if you’ve been doing “the work”) changed quite a bit since the eclipses were happening in your sign/sister sign. You've become a brand new person. That took A LOT of energy. Look into dance maybe as a way to release all that… energy and also feel really good. People call on you because they KNOW you will get the job done; who do you get the call on, though? You are way more than what you do for others. Rest and don’t feel guilty about it either, I don’t care.

Sagittarius: If you’re engaging in intimate activities today and don’t want a new addition to your family, please use protection. For my singles and those not feeling as creative: I hope you fall back in love with your art and reopen your heart to love and romance.

Capricorn: It's time for some home reco; move some things around to bring in new energy or just better feng shui in the house. Burning incense or a candle for whatever intention you have for your home or future one would be the vibe today.

Aquarius: If you are traveling, safe travels. You were never one to shy away from a tough conversation or telling people how it is. Maybe watch your tone though. Your mom might announce you have a new sibling; I know, right? Like, she's too grown for that, lmao. But anyways, congrats on that. Let your words nourish those around you; you might see a surprise.

Pisces: Last but certainly not least. I hope you find some new ways to earn money. Check your notes app; you probably have a good idea or two in there. If you need some realignment of remembering your worth, I’d listen to a really good playlist, one that’s very affirmative or just reminds you of who you are. (Think Yea Glo, by Glorilla) New moons are a good time to visualize and plan how you want the month to go. Definitely go over your budget sometime this week; you might realize you have more money to spend on self-care than you thought. Maybe get yourself a little treat and indulge just a teeny, weenie bit.

#new moon reading #astrology #new moon eclipse

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popchoc · 1 year

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Note: For this one to work as canon, Amelia's s19 timeline in Grey's - in particular her break-up with Kai - has to be shifted a few months forward, syncing up with Carina's in Station 19.

How Mad Would You Be If I Kissed You? Grey’s Anatomy - Amelia Shepherd & Carina DeLuca

As the door fell close behind her, Amelia scanned the bar, taking in the typical dark interior and unknown faces. Not in the mood to spend her night with friends or co-workers, she'd picked a place she'd never been to; some random Irish pub, a few blocks from the hospital.

The venue was lively, though not too crowded, exactly like she preferred, and without further thinking she made her way to the bar. Yet right before she reached it, she promptly stopped in her tracks. Almost hidden in the far corner booth, she spotted someone familiar after all.

For a moment, Amelia wanted to turn around and leave as quickly as possible. The woman in question, however, was Carina DeLuca, someone she wasn't too close with, yet actually liked quite a lot. And someone who just caught her, too, which would make her look like a total ass if she wouldn't even say hi.

As she got closer, she didn't just notice that Carina was alone, but also that she looked tired — sad almost.

"Carina, hey," she greeted her gently, before nodding towards the glass of red in front of her. "Drinking away your sorrows?"

Carina answered her with nothing but a weak smile. "How 'bout you?"

"I can't," Amelia shrugged, "Recovering alcoholic."

"Right," Carina nodded slowly, and then, with her head slightly tilted, "Visiting the local watering hole might not be the most helpful then."

Her voice was warm and caring, free of judgement, which made Amelia smile at her, instead of defensively snap.

"Who says I need help?"

This time Carina was the one to shrug. "Your eyes do. They look... different."

Though they didn't know each other that well, their paths had crossed a few times in some interesting ways, including Amelia's participation in Carina's study — leading to the discovery of her brain tumor — and Carina delivering Amelia's baby. Not the most common circumstances, but strangely enough all situations in which they both seemed to feel quite comfortable around each other, considering.

Not waiting for an invite, Amelia sat down across from her.

"Here's what I think. We can talk problems, or we can talk solutions." Her gaze followed Carina's towards the wine on the table. She reached out, moving the glass to the side. "Not that one."

Carina cocked her head again, intrigued.

"I'm not here for the booze. There are more ways to feel better. Much healthier ways, too." Wiggling her brows, she went on, "You of all people should know that."

For the first time in weeks, Carina giggled.

Folding her arms on the table, Amelia leaned forward, looking Carina straight in the eyes.

"How mad would you be if I kissed you?"

The question elicited a bright laugh from Carina. "I'm not one to get mad that easily," she answered, shaking her head in amusement, "My wife, howeve—"

As a flash of pain clouded her face like some dark shadow, she abruptly fell quiet.

Amelia swiftly sat back again. "Shit, Carina, I'm sorry. I didn't want to..."

"It's okay."

"I just... I- I heard some rumors," Amelia stammered, "But they were all different, and I... I honestly have no idea how you... what happened to..."

"It's okay," Carina told her again. Sighing deeply, she lifted her hand, showing Amela her ringless finger. "It's true. I just... forgot so for a moment. I'm not exactly used to the new situation yet." She forced a smile, quietly adding, "So if this is you asking me for a menage a trois again, I'm afraid you'd have to provide the third party."

Despite Carina's sadness, one that Amelia didn't just feel but shared as well, she chuckled. "First of all, I kind of hoped you'd forgotten about that. And second, I just got my ass dumped."

"You did?" Shifting in her seat, Carina embraced the distraction that Amelia's situation just offered her. Not that she didn't feel bad for her — or worse: wanted to prey — but because she got hit by a sudden, rather entertaining realization.

They were both single.

For the first time since they'd met, they were both free as a bird. At the same time. Shattered and grieving and anywhere near moving on, maybe, but free. For the first time their playful flirtations didn't had to be all innocent.

Amelia was right. They could focus on their loss, on their pain, or they could allow themselves some relief - even if it wouldn't solve anything. It for sure would get her through the night though, help her face another day in which things could still go either way; in which doors could be slammed for good, or maybe, just maybe, be opened a little.

When Carina stayed quiet, distracted by the train of thoughts, Amelia narrowed her eyes "What is it?"

Leaning in, the corner of Carina's mouth quirked up, followed by her eyebrows.

"Ask me again."

"Ask you what?" a confused Amelia asked. But then she caught the sparkle in Carina's eye. A laugh escaped her and she nodded in understanding, reaching out again to rest her hand on top Carina's. Squeezing it lightly, she looked up at her through her lashes.

"How mad would you be if I kissed you?"

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#amelia shepherd #carina deluca #grey's anatomy #station 19 #writing prompts #fanfiction

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townofcadence · 10 months

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Rules

I tried to bold the important bits for anyone who'd prefer to skim. I know there's a lot here, but it's mostly the basics and some explanations! Please don't let it intimidate you too much, I promise I'm just an anxious little creature who's likely eager to meet you! I just want to make sure you know what you might be getting into ^^

-I am tracking the tag townofcadence! My ooc tag is #tristan rambles

-This is an in-character rp and ask blog for my OCs, with a focus on Artair as my main! Please don't take my OCs designs or adopt them as a muse for yourself, unless you have my explicit permission (though a writing gift would be entirely fine!).

-Reblogging my art is totally fine! You'll probably make my day if you comment on it in the tags. If it's something I don't want reblogged, I'll turn off reblogs or tag it with #do not reblog . Otherwise, feel free to interact with it!

-With RPs, if it's something ongoing with another blog that isn't yours, please don't reblog it! It doesn't bother me, but most rpers can be upset by this, so as a respect to them, I would rather avoid the issue. You can reply to rps in the notes, or send me asks about them! But please do not reblog the rp post itself! If the post is open, however, then feel free to jump in as you want if you are an rper and have a muse!

-My social anxiety is really bad-- if I follow you, I definitely want to interact! But also, I really struggle to initiate conversation. If a person reaches out I'll happily interact with them though; I'm kind of a social-vampire, and feeling invited in helps a lot. On the other hand, once I'm spoken to, I talk a LOT, so I apologize in advance and hope it isn't too overwhelming. Feel free to tell me to tone it down!

-I don't feel comfortable writing with muses that are real people. Faceclaims are fine (not for me personally, but i don't mind rping with someone using them), but rping as the actor/actress or someone else from history themselves is uncomfortable for me because they were a real person. Similarly, I don't want to do rps that revolve around real world events, historical or current.

-I think communication is vital to a hobby like this. If you have a question or issue, please let me know! Also, If I do something insensitive or hurtful, please let me know and I'll try to do better next time.

-If you softblock or hardblock me, that's fine! I will not take offense. I may be a little sad if it happens out of nowhere and i thought we had a rapport, but I will respect the boundary. I will not reach out and I will not chase or confront you in any way. I will delete any of our drafts/asks I have and move on. Your dash is free to curate how you'd like. Please feel free to unfollow or block and make your space the best one for you, and if you're afraid of a reaction for doing so, this is my gentle reminder there won't be any.

-However, to me both soft or hardblocking actions say "I no longer wish to engage with you in any capacity" just to varying degrees. So I will not chase you, i will not cross that boundary, and I will not refollow you if i was only softblocked, because I have been shown to be unwanted in your space. Especially if you did not communicate with me beforehand. If you wish to reconnect, you will have to reach out first, because you chose to sever interaction and until otherwise shown i will assume that's still what you want. So if you use this as a test of some sort, me not chasing doesn't mean I don't care. It is just me choosing to respect the implications of your decision.

-I am a person who deeply enjoys horror threads and dark themes, so please be aware there will be threads and art/writing containing that on this blog. It can involve things like blood, torture, injury, gore, kidnapping, mutilation or dying and lots in between, so please take care of yourself! I will tag things too!

-Related: this blog does not condone any bigotry, and I refuse to write anything depicting incest or pedophilia.

-Anything potentially triggering I will try to tag. The format for tagging will be ‘#cw *insert trigger here*’. Example being #cw injury. I will try to be consistent! Please feel free to ask me if I need to tag anything!

- I’ve been writing Artair for years, so Artair has a lot of background history that might get alluded to, but not actively explained. If you have questions, feel free to throw them my way and I’ll answer what I can! Additionally, I tend to keep my muse's backstory and abilities hidden, so they can be revealed naturally in threads. But if you want to know more, please hit me up and I can share whatever you'd like to know, or even the whole story! I'm happy to share and it's not a problem to ask, I just think it's fun to reveal things via narrative too.

-I am 25+, and may do mature threads, but sexual threads will not happen here. I'm fine with them, but not on this blog, I have other spaces. Here will get the fade to black treatment.

-I likely am going to be semi-selective in what I rp. I will answer asks and reply to things from anyone, so feel free to send in! But while I want to interact, I also only have so much energy. I have the right to refuse to answer RPs or starters or asks.

-I am also chronically ill in a few different ways, so sometimes I will disappear to recover or not have much energy. I have no problem waiting for replies to rp or messages, and I hope we can be patient with each other as needed to have a fun time. Take your time, and I'll get to you as soon as I'm able, too.

-A given, but No autohitting, godmodding, or metagaming. If you want something to happen specifically, talk to me and we can work out why or how.

- I can be particular about how some conflicts/issues in rp get resolved. Everything that happens to a character is important to who they become, so a fix that just undoes something important without real effort might bother me, if it's not something we agreed on and planned together. In the same vein, if I'm building tension in a plottier thread to challenge the muses and you just resolve the issue in a reply, that can really kill my interest in the thread. I don't want you to downplay your muse's abilities! But if you know it's something that would be easy for them with their skillset, we can talk and find ways to make it still an interesting struggle for both muses, or I can switch mental gears to this being a showcase of your muse's strength!

-Reiterating this, I want you to play your muse as you intended, and I'll do the same! Please don't hold your muse back, I as the mun will not take it personally whatever yours may do, and I encourage you to let your muse act as they would in the situation without worry! Mun =/= muse, so I'd rather you play them as authentically as possible. Break up with my muse! Punch them! Flirt with them or follow them around! Be free! I won't hold mine back either; hopefully it'll make for some interesting interactions!

- I will always give at least a paragraphs or two in an rp response but even if you give me several pages, my reply may be more succinct. I'm trying to break the habit of backtracking dialogue in a thread, since it gets confusing really fast. I totally get wanting to respond to everything, but doing so to every talking point ends up with the muses having like six differing conversations at once. So I might skip things I want to respond to, to avoid that, and my replies may be smaller to keep the flow of interactions smoother. Hopefully I'll give my partner enough to work with. If not, let me know!

-Please understand that if you DO rp with me, I do not ship characters unless it develops naturally. If something happens, it happens, but I won't pair anyone unless the muse legitimately develops feelings over their interactions. Those actions do not need to be written necessarily, and do not need to be on Tumblr, but they need to happen first. I feel it’s only safe to let people know, since some muns are looking to ship as their primary goal.

-All Icons I use I either have permission from the artist to use, or made myself! I will likely use icons sometimes as I begin to amass them, but I don't expect anyone to use them to write with me. I also don't format my posts except for fun on rare occasions where it feels fitting. I don't expect anyone to match my format, and I hope my simplicity won't be an issue for anyone!

If you read through this, then thank you very much! I hope to interact with you soon, and if not, then I hope your day is great and I appreciate you looking at my blog! If you want to break the ice, you can send me the password '*Gives the Trimst a scritch*'!

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i-used-to-wear-the-fedora · 1 year

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Loss, Love, and Tinder (Renfield)

"So I can use this app to summon potential dates to me? Like that Uvre app with food?"

"First, it's Uber. And yeah, pretty much. You can browse all these profiles and click on people you might be interested in. Then you can message each other. "

"Fascinating." Renfield stared at the app before him, scrolling through the seemingly endless collage of photos. "And what's this called again?"

"Tinder. I used to use it all the time back in college." Rebecca admitted as she leaned over from her position on Renfield's couch and pointed at the red icon. "Never click on people who don't have profile pics. It's super sketchy."

Robert Montague Renfield was by no means tech illiterate. Quite the contrary, actually. He was very apt when it came to using Facebook groups or Craigslist ads to find people for his former master. But it was all for business related stuff....er, so to speak. Never anything personal like this. It had been years since he'd ever done something this traditionally romantic. There had been his wife, but that was arranged by their families. Her family wanted the Renfield family's money, and his family needed an heir. It was pleasant, but Renfield always knew that for as much as he liked his family, he very much did not like women. Then he met the count.

Dracula was everything he could've wanted from a man. Tall, dark, and so incredibly romantic. He took him out places. Introduced him to new people. Plus, the sex was absolutely mind-blowing. Feelings he never thought possible coursing through his body as the count took him by the throat and slammed him back into the wall while shoving his tongue down his throat-it almost made up for the fact that the man turned out to be a blood sucking fiend who he had to pledge his service to for the rest of eternity. Almost.

Of course, their relationship evolved over the years in a not so great way. The romantic gestures became few and far between. The sex was still there, but Renfield rarely found it as satisfying anymore. His master would come for a release. As soon as he got what he wanted, Renfield was left unfulfilled and wanting. He did everything to please the man he thought freed him. Instead, it seemed, he was bound into another form of servitude. Instead of being forced to meet society's expectations, he was forced to meet Dracula's. The romantic he was wooed by disappeared and was instead replaced by a cruel and demanding master. The person he'd been seduced by would still come through to reel Renfield back in. Over and over again, it was almost a never-ending cycle. Until recently.

It has been almost a month now since his ma-Dracula's passing. It was liberating to be free for the first time in just over a hundred years now. He was happy. But as it turned out, very, very lonely. That was how he found himself staring at the little red app on his phone curiously while Rebecca showed him how it worked. His profile picture left something to be desired. Rebecca hadn't been too far off in describing him as a pale, sad little wet cat.

"Don't worry about it too much." Rebecca waved his worry off. "Some guys really like that kind of thing."

The now ex-police woman seemed to be right as his phone dinged to signal that someone had just messaged him. Renfield eagerly took the phone from Rebecca's hands and clicked on the messages bar. The man paused when, instead of a text, he was greeted by the photo of a man's penis. Admittedly, it was well endowed, but still a random photo of a stranger's genitals.

"And of course, the first message you get from a guy is a dick pic." Rebecca said with a roll of her eyes.

"I take it this isn't a normal way to open conversations?"

"No." Rebecca snorted as she clicked on a button in the top corner of the screen to block the account. "You wouldn't believe how many times I got dick pics even though my bio says,"Hardcore Lesbian." It was either that or two straight people thing to spice up their love life. Maybe you'll have more luck on this app."

Renfield nodded as he glanced back at his phone. Despite everything, he was excited for the new beginnings this "Tinder" presented.

#renfield 2023 #robert montague renfield #dracula #rebecca quincy #renfield #fanfiction #past dracula x renfield

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sadurbanwerewolf · 6 months

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Welcome Stranger

Hi, I'm Yan and this is a blog for posting art/lore for my oc Donnie. Please read the rules before you follow or send an ask. Note that english is not my first language, so there might be some spelling mistakes.

THE RULES/WARNINGS

This blog is 18+. Even though it probably won't be often or explicit, some nsfw content will be featured on this blog. By nsfw I mean sexual references and some kink content. So if you’re a minor or uncomfortable with this stuff, block me (respectfully).

No discrimination of any kind. Transphobia, homophobia, racism, ableism and other kinds of hate speech or discrimination are not welcome here.

Be respectful towards me and others. Please understand that I am a real person behind the screen and I have other obligations beside this blog. Don’t start fights with me or people in the comment section.

I am a stranger to you. Please understand that I don’t know you personally. Please don’t send me “friendly” rude messages, trauma dumps, vents, rants about how much you hate/love something/someone or ask me for irl advice.

Don’t be too vulgar. Even though slight nsfw is allowed, explicit stuff is crossing the line. I don’t want to see porn of any kind or hear how much you want to impregnate my character. I also don’t like when people swear too much.

Don't send romantic/sexual asks about Donnie's beast form. Base and hybrid are fine but flirting with a dog is a bit too much for me.

This is not an omegaverse blog.

OOC or // means out of character.

Don’t repost my art. Reblogs are totally welcome, but reposting my art without credit, claiming it’s yours, using it for nft/ai, using it to harass others is not allowed.

Put warnings in tags when making fanart. I get uncomfortable too, so if your art includes things that are upsetting for me, please include appropriate tags. If you don’t want your art to be reblogged by me, please put something like ‘Yan/Donnie don’t reblog’ in the tags.

I will update the rules if needed, so check them from time to time.

Things that make me uncomfortable: self harm, suicide, verbal abuse, pregnancy, cannibalism, explicit gore

About the world

The world is inspired by the game series Coffee Talk, you can feel free to ask questions that reference the games. It takes place in a modern day nonspecific European country (I like the aesthetic of romanticized pictures of NYC or LA but I’m European so I don’t know a lot about America).

About Duncan

Donnie Caddel

25, he/they, incubus/werewolf, bisexual, single

He initially was a DnD/Pathfinder character but I much prefer this modern au. I still will post art of him as a fantasy Barbarian.

Personality traits: sad, sweet, soft, playful, kind, affectionate, patient

Background:

Donnie lives alone in an apartment that once belonged to his mother. She moved in with her boyfriend and left the place for Donnie to inhabit. His income mainly comes from his work as a barista at a rock bar. He also releases his music on streaming platforms and produces pornography of himself for subscription service. He has a passion for music, especially rock, metal and indie stuff. He has several friends from college with whom he still keeps contact. They sometimes gather together to play ttrpgs or party. However, gatherings like that are seldom, so he feels pretty lonely since he spends most of his time with customers or by himself. When going outside, he likes to dress in a gothic-esque maner. At home, he wears whatever is clean in his closet, and of course, he dresses formally for his barista job. He is fond of cooking and tries to eat healthy. He very rarely consumes meat, but he does eat fish and sea products regularly. Donnie struggles with depression, however he’s getting better since he started his medication. He has a pretty good grip on how to control his transformations, but when he gets overwhelmed by emotions it’s much harder for him to control it. He only transforms into his beast form outside of the town.

In short: lives alone, barista/musician/sex worker, lonely, likes cooking, pescetarian, depressed.

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noorpersona · 8 months

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Tensions (Pt. 1)

The sun had been beating down rays of heat all day, but with it now being noon, the heat was at its strongest.

Being that it was the thick of summer, it was a dry day; with the wind that usually downplayed the rising temperature to be nowhere in sight. The rays hit Fushiguro hard, only amplified by the dark jumper he decided to wear that day. Why he had chosen to wear it now of all days is currently lost on him.

He feels beads of sweat roll down the side of his face. Fushiguro swipes his hair out of his field of view, doing his best to ignore the tiring weather conditions, and keep his eye on his opponent.

Him and Itadori had yet to move. They were in a stare down, waiting to see who would make the first attack. And in the three years they’ve been sparing, they both knew that Itadori would move first; Fushiguro was simply waiting.

The wisps that he swiped away had re-entered his view. Fushiguro quickly moves them away, eyes lasering on focus as Itadori decides to start the spar, making quicks strides to him. Itadori goes for a right hook, Fushiguro blocks it easily. Like clockwork he grabs Itadori’s arm and tries to flip him over. Itadori easily breaks free with an attempted kick to his shin, causing Fushiguro to jump back, putting space between them again. Fushiguro goes to a strike his jaw, for Itadori to dodge and attempt to hit him back.

It goes on for some time, with them going back and forth. To be completely honest, the black- hair sorcerer knew that in hand-to-hand combat, Itadori had the upper hand. However, in the time that had passed going from 15 to now 18 years of age, he could say with some confidence he could hold his ground against him.

After a failed punch, Fushiguro had Itadori in a vulnerable position. He could basically see the victory.

“You boys having fun?”

Her light, playful, teasing voice breaks through the cicadas, the heat and more importantly, Fushiguro’s focus. His head whips to see her causally leaning against one of the many trees, one of her legs bent, using the base as leverage. He drinks in her entire form. Arms crossed pushing up her breasts, extenuating the curves and contours of the rest of her body. His eyes trail to how her skirt had slid up the tiniest bit, legs bare since tights were now a hinderance instead of a benefit.

Then just like that, he’s on the dirt trying to breath in the air that suddenly had escaped him, all the while cursing his unconscious ogling.

He just couldn’t help himself. And that’s what frustrated him.

“Ha! I win!” Itadori’s voice is gleeful, before turning to the absolute bane of Fushiguro’s existence.

Kuramoto Sumiko.

He watches the two exchange greetings, causal conversation flowing as though Fushiguro wasn’t on the floor basically cooking in the sun. He sits up and grits his teeth, his annoyance in himself projecting onto her.

“Could you not interrupt us when we’re sparing? You made me lose focus.” He spits, glaring at her. He watches in agitation as Kuramoto’s smile grows condescending. It causes his blood to boil.

“So cold, Fushiguro-kun,” He knew she only used the honorific to piss him off. And God did it work.

“Just because you’re frustrated that you lost, yet again might I add, doesn’t mean you need to take it out on me.” He tsks, ignoring her words. Itadori ignores Kuramoto’s passive aggressive statement, offering a hand to help Fushiguro up. He begrudgingly takes it, before unwillingly moving his focus back to her.

In the end it always goes back to her. Whether he liked it or not. (Though it was usually not)

“What are you doing here anyways?” Kuramoto pouts, mocking a sad expression. Fushiguro stops himself from looking at her lips. He refocuses when he hears her dramatic huff.

“You make it seem as though you don’t want to be around me.” Kuramoto’s voice is overly babyish, turning her body to the side and looking away as if what he said actually hurt her. Fushiguro knows better than that though.

It’s because I don’t. The sorcerer thinks bitterly.

You drive me insane. With almost everything you do.

He cuts off his thoughts, almost shaking his head in real time as he watches with pure distaste when her mock sadness turns extremely dramatic with the flip of a switch. Kuramotos’ slightly manic behaviour wasn’t surprising to neither Fushiguro nor Itadori. She’d always been like this; in fact, he’d predicted her personality in the beginning moments of meeting her. Prideful, selfish, loud and a little bit crazy. All perfect traits for a life in sorcery.

Everything Fushiguro wasn’t.

He could say with full confidence that they two were total foils of each other. Like water and oil, the two just didn’t mix.

He thought about it more then he cared to admit.

She places her hand on her heart, making a pained expression. “Oh, how you wound me.” Kuramoto’s closed eyes peek open to view the two boys who were clearly not amused. Well, Itadori was a little; He had always found her antics a little funny.

The had two always got along better than her and Fushiguro for sure. He would be lying if he said he’s never gotten slightly jealous.

Fushiguro sighs tiredly, waiting for the real reason she had come and interrupted their spar. One look at his expression and she smiles.

“Tough crowd.” He only rolls his eyes. “Gojo sent me to get Yuuji. Something about a mission, I think.” Itadori makes a noise of recollection, then one of stress. Kuramoto and Fushiguro, well her more openly, watch in amusement as Itadori’s face shifts through the levels of stress.

“Ah, I completely forgot! ‘Kay, I gotta go! I’ll you see guys later!” He runs off instantly, not even waiting for goodbyes, and she laughs a little. There’s a beat of silence as they watch Itadori become smaller and smaller. It goes once, twice, until they both reach the same thought.

They were left alone with each other.

It doesn’t take long before Kuramoto gets that teasing look in her eye. The look he absolutely despised.

“And then there were two.” He raised his brow, ignoring the feeling of his blood pressure rising and incoming headache.

If he had any say about it, he wouldn’t be staying too long.

“I have to train, so I can’t stay. Excuse me.” Fushiguro starts to walk away when her laugh stops him.

“Can’t? Or won’t?”

The question makes him pause. Mostly because he already knew the answer.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He came off more aggressive and irritated then he wanted to, but to be fair, it was her.

He just couldn’t control himself.

Kuramoto hums, walking towards him, her steps light and bouncy as she circles around him. Fushiguro’s eyes never leave hers; Just like hers never leave his.

“Well, its just that you’d think after three years, you’d tolerate being around me more.” Fushiguro knew what she were referring to. Over the years he could count the times he’d been alone with her on one hand, and even then, it wasn’t very long.

He didn’t know what’d he’d do if he was given the chance.

Fushiguro doesn’t respond, trying to ignore the growing tension that came from his silence.

The tension that they both knew were there but refused to acknowledge.

Kuramoto laughs lowly, cutting the silence in half as she begin to walk away. His eyes trail her form. “Just some food for thought, Megumi-kun.” His name rolls off her tongue so smoothly, it sends shivers down his spine. He glares at her hard, keeping silent.

“Also, maybe a haircut would improve your chances at sparing. But don’t expect any miracles, okay?” She yells over her shoulder as she exits, and Fushiguro clenches his fists. He doesn’t respond; Then again, he never does.

Because he’s too busy willing his body to not chase after her.

~~~

“She drives me insane.” Fushiguro rants, pacing back and forth the floors of Itadori’s dorm, while the aforementioned watches in concealed amusement.

“C’mon man, she’s not that bad,” Itadori reasons. Fushiguro stops to look at him. “Of course, you would say that; She doesn’t put all her energy into tormenting you.” The pink-haired sorcerer sighs a little.

“Or maybe, you just give her too much to play off of.” Itadori mumbles, and Fushiguro stops.

“What?”

“I’m just saying, you do act a little strongly with her. Downplay it, and she might lay off.” Fushiguro scoffs. As if he hasn’t thought of that before.

He didn’t have the nerve to say he had no control of his emotions around her.

“What part of ‘she drives me insane’ do you not understand?” He watches Itadori sigh again, rubbing the back of his neck as he sets his drink down on the floor.

“Look dude I get it; Having that kind of tension with someone would drive anyone nuts-” Fushiguro almost chokes, effectively cutting off his best friend. That struck a nerve.

“I’m sorry, ‘that kind of tension’? What’s that supposed to mean?” Fushiguro asks, immediately on the offensive. Itadori looks at his best friend blankly. “Uh… The sexual tension you guys have? It’s so thick you could cut it with a knife.” The simple manner in which he says it, causes Fushiguro to spiral even more.

“What?! That’s not even close to what’s going on! She drives me insane because she’s rash, selfish, crazy, annoyingly-”

“Fuckable?” The boys both turn to the source of the crass comment. Kugisaki leaning against the doorframe, her face completely serious. Fushiguro grits his teeth, his ears burning in embarrassment and anger knowing that there was no escape from the subject now.

“Couldn’t help but overhear. Honestly, Fushiguro, you want to screw her so bad it makes you look stupid.” He watches his other best friend, debatable at the moment however, walk into the room and open the mini fridge to get herself a drink. Fushiguro tsks at the comment, looking away from his friends prying eyes.

“Again, the concept of me and her is ridiculous. Never once have I ever thought of her that way.” He hears Kugisaki snort loudly.

“Please. There’s a thin line between love and hate, and you’ve been ready fuck over it since the day you met. You guys should just get it over with. Three years is long enough.” He watches his two friends, clearly amused with his suffering, infuriated. He can’t stop the irritated sound that comes from his throat. Itadori, perhaps feeling pity, gives Fushiguro a sympathetic smile.

“Why don’t you take the rest of the day off? Get your mind off things?” Itadori suggests. Fushiguro sighs, but doesn’t disagree. He had been working hard enough as it is, and a day off didn’t sound too bad…

“And there’s my entrance.” The three third years freeze to sound of Kuramoto’s voice. Fushiguro’s heart suddenly began to pound so hard he could feel it in his ears. If she had heard anything, he would never hear the end of it. And if that happened, he truly believed he would snap.

“Kuramoto! Were you outside long?” Itadori asks, standing up to greet you, clearly trying to gage how much you heard the previous conversation. The three anxiously awaited your answer.

“Just got here. I overheard that Megumi-kun,” She makes a point of using his first name in an overly smug but light voice to irritate him. Fushiguro glares but doesn’t say anything.

“Was thinking of a day off?” Itadori and Kugisaki go silent as they watch Fushiguro’s face form a deeper frown then once thought imaginable.

“I fail to see how that involves you in any way.” He says sharply. She only gives a light shrug, smile still plastered on her face. “It’s just that it really messes up my schedule.” Fushiguro’s eyebrows burrow deeper in confusion.

“What?”

“With the mission Gojo-sensei gave us. We leave tonight.” The information bounces around Fushiguro’s head and he still doesn’t process it completely.

“Huh? Gojo never said anything about a mission, though.” Kugisaki finally speaks, and Itadori agrees with a couple nods of his head. Kuramotos’ smile widens.

“It was assigned to just me and Megumi-kun. Something about our styles aligning.” She hums in thought, and all words dry up in Fushiguro’s mouth.

A solo mission… with her…

“Anyways! Make sure to pack the essentials Megumi-kun! It’s supposed to be a few days at the least!” Kuramoto laughs before saying a childish* ‘bye-bye’ *and leaving. It took several minutes and hand waving to get Fushiguro up to speed.

This. This was his own worst nightmare.

~~~

“Do you want to explain yourself?” Fushiguro barges into his office, catching Gojo mid tea sip. He could see his teacher’s smile widening, as he continues drinking his tea, purposefully not sensing Fushiguro’s tone of urgency and anger.

“About what, Megumi? I do a lot of things that need explaining. Depending on what it is, I might give you an answer.” Gojo sets his tea down gently, looking at his student with a grin so wide it was extremely difficult for Fushiguro to not punch him.

Still, he remained calm. Well, enough at least.

“The mission you apparently assigned me and Kuramoto. Why the two of us? You have lots of different sorcerers at your disposal.” Gojo made a sound of surprise.

“Am I hearing tones of resentment? I never thought I’d see the day where the team player doesn’t want to cooperate with someone. Scary.” Fushiguro grits his teeth.

“I- We just don’t work well together.”

“You guys do well enough in group settings. What’s the difference?” The answer dies in Fushiguro’s throat.

The difference is less time actually spent alone. He couldn’t imagine the possibilities of what could happen if there were alone for long periods of time. It was practically unheard of.

And Fushiguro wasn’t keen on experimenting.

“Plus, your techniques compliment each other. You guys theoretically would make a great team, so I put you together. Now you can drop out if you’d like, but I’ve already told the higher ups and the principal you guys were going. That’s not gonna look good for you.” Fushiguro rubs the bridge of his nose.

Why did you tell them I’d go without asking me first? Is the only question on his mind before holding his head up, swallowing his pent-up frustrations with an easy breath. Just like so many times before in his life.

“Where are we going?”

“A small town on the outskirts of Tokyo bordering Kanagawa.” He nods, before taking his leave and going to his dorm to pack his stuff. He fails to see Gojo’s mischievous grin as he takes another sip of his tea.

#fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #writing #megumi fushiguro #oc x character #jjk itadori #jjk megumi #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen oc #jjk oc #jjk nobara

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