#and do everything for it and all that ect ect

[trashy-reaper]

Hello!! Just saw ur post so I decided to send an request (bc I'm bored)

And for the requested can u do forsaken survivors x reader thats like reisen from touhou project

And if u don't know who is reisen u should search it up btw

And thats all and don't rush writing on that just take ur time writing and if don't want to write it thats ok ☁️☁️

Hello hello, I hope I got Reisens personality and such well, did my best. I found out there's 2 characters called that apparently? But I did the one who showed up first, feel free to request again if it was the other one. Thanks for the request!!

Characters may be OOC as I am kinda new to the Forsaken fandom + this would be my first time writting for it but I hope I do them justice! If I get any info wrong, typos/mistakes in writing ect, correct me!! I don't mind :) (Just be kind as I probably didn't know </3)

(Written with romantic in mind but this can be read as either platonic or romantic)

Not Proof Read

Noob

They were a bit curious about you when you first showed up. Their attention was quick to float to your ears. Though they wouldn't dare ask to pet them. They figured it would probably be well...not ideal. To be honest, they were a bit shy to talk to you, not that you were scary or even that they fell in love at first sight, they just aren't used to meeting new people after enduring the Spectres "Game" for so long. He feels like they lost their ability to communicate with more people outside of the other survivors.

Your first true "meeting" may be the first round you started in, the abilities you seemed to have were more supportive. Being able to heal them and stunning the enemy. It was all very helpful and they experienced it first hand when you were quick to their rescue, healing them before stunning the killer to let them get away. Despite your short time here you were able to get the hand of your abilities.

They don't mind your acting differently, I feel they'd catch on it's usually based on what's happening. They'd ask once or twice about how you truly act underneath everything but is completely understanding if you don't want to. They want you to be comfortable as he knows the circumstances right now are...less than ideal. They're patient with you, especially when they finds out you don't easily get along with humans as you came from somewhere else. They'll give you time though, they try to get you to be more comfortable as who knows how long it'll take before you can escape?

Guest 1337

A bit on edge, not that he thinks you're a killer, there's a reason why the Spectre put you with them after all, but you don't seem to get along with most of the survivors, not only that but how you act seems different sometimes, he does notice it'll change depending on the situation and/or who you're talking too but he wants to know the true you. He won't pry if you don't want him too but he'll keep an eye on you just encase.

Your abilities in rounds is incredibly useful, if or when the two of you ever team up to help another survivor both of your stuns help them get away, and being able to heal him and others is always a plus. As time goes on and you slowly seem to get more and more along with others, the more rounds the two of you spend with each other the more he lowers his guard around you. The less on edge he is with you.

He wants to build trust with all the survivors, and as cheesy as it may be, if they ever want to escape, teamwork will be their best option which is why he was a bit cautious when he noticed your initial attitude to the others and how differently you acted, it seemed as though you didn't trust them yet either, but with how long you've been here he's figured that's changed.

Chance

Didn't meet you until the start of the new round, he'd racked up a high stack weakness and was sure he was a goner, the killer hot on his trail until you showed up quickly stunning the enemy. Grabbing his hand and running off before the stun cooldown was over. You had brought him over to Elliot and with 2 healers now on his side he was able to gain back the HP he had lost.

He finds you quite amazing, tries chatting with you outside of rounds, asking about you. He did notice your hesitation which he later found out was because you weren't from Robloxia. That didn't stop him from trying to talk to you, you were stuck with them after all. Besides, seeing you help them and other survivors in rounds? You're not a bad person, you just need time.

If or when you two become closer friends they promise you that if or when you escape he'll take you to his favourite places. If this was your first time on Earth, then that's not a good impression. He'll show you how it's really like if you'd let him.

Two Time

They're so excited to meet you, it's been awhile since they had a new survivor with them. They're quick to try and tell you about the Spawn but can't continue as the round starts. They'll make sure to inform you when you're out.

You two make a good team they reckon, your stuns allow them to preform back stabs better. As long as they stick by your side they'll be able to land each one and they can't help but thank you each time. Expect them to follow you around if they know a killer is near, it'll benefit the both of you they promise!!

They don't mind how you seem to switch up how you act, they can quickly see it's just you adapting to what's happening and honestly? They kind admire that, plus you're listening to them whenever they ramble. Whether or not if it's even about the Spawn so you're good in their books for now. They'll be honoured if you showed your true colours to them.

007n7

"Not another one..." was all he thought when you came into the cabin, he's not annoyed by your presence, far from it. He almost feels calmer when you're around but his annoyance is directed at the very thing making them do these games. There didn't need to be another survivor, there wasn't a need to bring someone into this damn hell again. He pushes that aside and helps you settle in the best he can.

He does his best to explain everything to you, and he isn't fazed by how you act, he's patient with you as you learn to be more comfortable around them. He knows it's hard to settle in and he'd hate if the other survivors disliked you in anyway, he truly hopes what he does is helping you.

Before rounds, he lets you know that one of his kids is a killer. Calmly explaining why, he figured the more you knew about the killers the better, perhaps you can help plan strategies so no more deaths happen. If the killer is C00lkid he'll try to draw his attention away from you if you're on low health. He'll be in danger sure but it'll be better to have healers live, plus he has get a ways.

Elliot

Oh he could cry tears of joy. Finally another healer. He didn't need to be the only one to hear the barks of others as they run low on HP and scrambles to find them. Another healer also means you'll be able to heal each other if neither of you can find a medkit or one of Buildermans machines. He works with you during rounds, as soon as he sees you loose health he's quick to throw you a pizza if he can.

Outside of rounds though he's still kind but finding out you dislike humans due to not being from Earth he decides to back off a bit. He'd rather not make you feel uncomfortable, especially since he may be relying on you for heals. He does not want a bad relationship with you and you not healing him. Not that you would probably but he's just making sure.

If you help out in the kitchen when he cooks food for the other survivors in-between rounds he'll be grateful, you'll be one of the people he trusts the most even if it takes you a bit longer to do the same. He'll never pry when he notices how differently you act depending on what happens, unless it seems to be negatively affecting other people.

Taph

He shows you their traps first, yes quite the introduction to someone but he doesn't want you to be surprised when he uses them or if you see it. He writes on paper and hands it over unsure if you really knew sign but this would be the best way. He explains what his things can do and apologies for the loud sounds his bombs will create. Sure the blast somehow doesn't affect the other survivors, but you have big ears!! You'll hear the explosion better than anyone if you're near (unless your the killer setting it off but it'll still be loud!), he doesn't want to hurt your ears but he can't help the sound of the bombs.

If you're willing he's happy to teach you sign so the two of you can communicate better, probably the quickest to notice how well you adapt how you act depending on the situation and it can help. You were able to calm down Noob once when it was just yourself and him at low HP when in the previous round you were actively looking for Elliot so he could heal you. He does recommend to let down any walls you have with them when you're ready. You're not alone, you're in this together.

Builderman

I feel like he knows who you are already, or at the very least knows you're not from Robloxia. Likely because of well...of his position, similar to Taph he tells you how his abilities work alongside others. He doesn't want you to go head in and be confused by everything you're doing and what others are doing. He even gives you tips on how to survive. Pick up bloxy colas, medkits. The killers have a theme when they're near so keep an ear out but he figured you'll probably won't have a problem with that being a rabbit hyrbid.

He's so thankful when you stun a killer as he's putting up another machine, he can't stop himself once he starts building leaving him vulnerable to attacks so having you save him and multiple occasions makes him smile. He doesn't care for how quickly you adapt how you act depending, not that he isn't aware or things like that but he isn't going to question it. That's how you are after all.

Shedlesky

He's happy to have another one honestly, not in the sense that he enjoys the games he's playing (plus one of the killers has a personal vendetta against him so...) but god has he been deprived of all other human interaction...well okay you said you weren't a human (which he did know, similar reason to Builderman) and you were a moon rabbit of sorts but honestly? You're able to have a conversation with him right? It's a new face he's content with that.

Has once tried to get you, Guest 1337 and Two Time to all well...bully the killer with constant stuns, it worked the first few times (Mainly as the each round had a different killer) but they eventually caught on. It was fun while it lasted. If you apologise for seeming like you dislike them he'll understand, he found out you weren't even from their planet so it makes sense to him, he figured it would be hard to fully adapt to them anyways AND their situation.

Dusekkar

He calls out how you act towards them and how quickly you adapt in situations as soon as he can. Okay he doesn't call it out but he's quick to realise and question it in private. Not that it was a bad thing, many people change how they act depending on their friends and what's happening, plus you weren't from here. He understands but he still wants a small conversation about it. He doesn't stop you if you continue acting that way but subtly recommend that they mean no harm and outside of rounds you can act like yourself. No one will judge, and if someone does? Well he'll scold them don't worry.

Just like Builderman and Shedlesky he knew rather quickly you weren't from Robloxia but he doesn't care, though it does make him think about how willing the Spectre is to take people not even from their planets. Could they take others from different universes too? What fun do they got out of this. He doesn't let the thoughts fester too much, focusing on making sure you're settling in well.

I hope this was okay </3 Thank you again for the request!!

[zokaixkaeme]

Okay so, I will need someone to explain this to me;

Why did In-Ho do everything, and I mean everything like having a square guard stop him from killing himself, keep him freaking chained all the time so he wouldn't try again, giving him a knife, asking him to kill everyone so he will be sure that he will stay alive. And that's just in season 3! All of that for in the end having In-ho watching his sacrifice and doing nothing to stop it. I understand the point, the statement about humanity, In-Ho chose his life and Gi-Hun gave his for a new born ect. But I mean, REALLY? Did I read too much fanfic before season 3 or did this really not right? All of this tension, and the lies and manipulation for THIS? My dude died without even knowing Young-Il's real name? And my guy shows no emotion at all, like nothing and just goes to L.A to gives Gi-Hun freaking bloodied jumpsuits to his DAUGHTER??

This has been rolling in my head since I finished season 3 yesterday, and while I waited for the fabulous author to write the fix it fic I desperately need I will whine here. That was the In-Hun chapter. I will be back.

[springismss]

I saw your requests were open and I’m new so if you don’t write for what I’m requesting that’s fine but I want something angsty like really angsty so Dabi x reader but the reader gets pregnant everyone is excited especially him. He’d never shut up about it and was constantly thinking about it when he couldn’t talk about it, the whole pregnancy was his whole personality and then after the 9 months the reader had the baby safely, he was so happy about it and only a few days, a week into the baby’s life he dies in the war and everyone or most people at the base tries to be there for you as much as possible, trying to make you food and toga would go out of her way to get you stuff for the baby. Diapers, clothes ect. Omg I just know this would be such a good story please I’m begging🙏🙏

ᱬ⛧ ashes to ashes ~ dabi

pairing: dabi x girlfriend! reader

content: sfw - angst, hurt with very little comfort (if you squint), pregnancy mention, dabi being down badly for being a dad, reader giving birth, reader being called doll, implied injuries, not a happy ending, genderless and nameless child (see a/n for more info)

word count: 3.2k

links: requests masterlist | bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

a/n: thank you for the request, anon! i'm not going to lie, i wrote most of this last night but had to stop so i could prepare myself for the end, my poor heart hurts writing this one. i hope you all enjoy this, be prepared for tears. i've also opted to have the child nameless and genderless so you have the chance to imagine what your child is/is called. as always, likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated.

From the moment those two lines showed up, everything seemed to change for you and your boyfriend. For someone who was usually indifferent and not prone to showing any emotions, it was like a switch had been flipped. "Come on, doll, you need to take it easy".

Crossing your arms, you tapped your foot and sighed. Dabi was really becoming overbearing, and it had only been a few weeks since you'd found out you were pregnant. "Touya, come on, I'm pretty sure I can manage perfectly fine".

Yet despite your protests, you found yourself being practically wrapped in cotton by the blue-flame villain.

"So, how many times do you think Mr Burns over there has talked about you and his child today?". Toga's voice rang out as you rested your head on your hand, eyes closing for a moment. "Honestly, I dread to think. It's almost like it's become his entire personality". "Are you talking about me?".

Glancing to your side, you smiled softly and nodded your head as Dabi sat beside you, hand coming to rest on your slightly swollen tummy. "Mhmm, still can't believe you're this excited already. What are you going to be like when they're here?". Moving your free hand, you placed it on top of his, thumb stroking the skin on the back of his hand.

"Well, what can I say? If I'm not talking about it, I'm thinking about it. Got to have the best girl and the half of me on my mind every single fucking minute of the day".

As the months passed, Dabi grew more protective, making sure to keep you out of harm's way just in case anything happened to either of you. As much as it drove you crazy, you thought it was sweet; besides, he'd be talking about your pregnancy the entire time.

Who he thought the baby would look like. What colour hair would it have? What colour eyes? Would it inherit his quirk, yours or a combination?

He'd spend most of his time beside you, hand resting gently on your ever-growing tummy, taking in all the movements of your child. He'd also spend his time talking and reading, making sure his unborn child recognised his voice, a sure way for him to make sure his child felt safe from the moment they were born.

Truth be told, despite his past, he couldn't wait to welcome a child into the world with you. The one person who he loved more than life itself.

Gripping onto his hand, you squeezed your eyes closed and sucked in a breath, pushing down with the contraction you felt. What had started as a normal day for you both quickly turned on its head when you went into labour. "That's it, doll, you're doing great". Leaning forward, he placed a kiss on the top of your head after you finished pushing. "You're doing great, I can see your baby's head, so a few more pushes for me, okay. Just listen to your body and breathe when you need to".

Doing as you were told, you bore down a few more times until you cried out, a louder cry echoing along with you. "Congratulations, you have a beautiful, healthy baby". Turning your gaze, you looked at Dabi with tired eyes, panting for breath as you smiled wearily. "You've done it, my love. I'm so proud of you".

Offering a tired "thanks", you shifted yourself on the bed slightly before your child was placed in your arms, wrapped in a blanket that Toga had somehow acquired. Cuddling the child close to your chest, you let it suckle, taking its first feed as you felt arms wrap around you, the weight of the bed shifting as Dabi joined you.

"My perfect little family. I'll always protect you". Looking at you, Dabi smiled softly, something only you ever got to see, before placing a gentle kiss on your lips, thumb rubbing your side.

For the first week of your new routine, Dabi took every bit of it in his stride. He'd help you in any way he could; no task was too much for him. You needed some sleep after getting up during the night to feed your baby? Dabi would take over, winding the child before holding them closer as you got rest.

Looking at the group gathered in front of the door from your place on the couch, you chewed your lip anxiously. Everyone except you and another small member of the league was heading out to prepare for the final war. You couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen.

Noticing your anxiety, Dabi rushed forward before kneeling in front of you. "I promise, we'll be back before you know it. Besides, I've got to tell this little one all about their daddy's adventures today, don't I?".

Looking over to the moses basket that stood a little way from you, he smiled slightly before placing a kiss on your lips, holding you close to him before he pulled back. Lips lingering as hot breath fanned over your own. "Come on, Dabi, we've got to go. You can let her go for a few hours".

Raising his hand, he stuck his middle finger up at Spinner before hugging you close. "I'll be careful, I promise". Letting you go, he walked over to where your child slept. Turquoise eyes looked over the baby's sleeping form, a proud smile tugging at his lips.

"You be good for your mammy. Daddy won't be long, okay. I love you". Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss on the head of the small infant, fingers running across the chubby cheek of one half of his world.

Standing at the door, you sucked in a breath as you lifted your hand, waving off the group as they walked away. Not before shouting a quick "I love you", "Ditto" being the response you heard.

The ticking of the clock became louder with each passing second, almost taunting you. Bouncing your leg, you chewed on your thumb in a bid to try and calm the bubbling anxiety you felt. They should have been back by now. "Where are they?".

As if on cue, the door to the hideout swung open, groans filling the air as bodies filed in. Eyes widening, you looked them over, taking in their appearance. Bloody, battered and bruised didn't cover it. "What the?".

Standing up, you walked forward, mentally crossing each one off to make sure they were back safe. It was only when the number of people standing in the room with you didn't match the number that left, that you felt your heart drop.

Panic slowly set in as you counted again. He had to be caught up with a few stragglers, that's why he wasn't there. Yeah, that was right, he was caught up. Nervously laughing, you looked at Toga, who shook her head, her eyes casting down to the jacket she held in her hands. "I'm sorry, we tried...".

Staggering back, you let out another laugh, reaching for the jacket she held. Yanking it free with no resistance from her. "No no no, you're wrong. He's still out there, he's just caught up".

Feeling hands on your arms, you glanced at the blonde who gripped you, tears falling from her face as she shook her head. "I'm sorry, we tried everything we could to save him. He's, he's gone".

Gripping the jacket, you looked down as a scream echoed around you, your body falling to the floor as you sobbed. Your heart shattered into a million pieces as the air grew thick around you. Arms encased you as you gripped onto their top, lungs burning from the pain you felt.

The days that passed since then felt like a blur, everything blending into one long, messy day. You wanted to give up, to join him wherever he went, but you couldn't. You had a life depending on you, to help keep the memory of their daddy alive.

"Here, you need to eat". Looking up from your child who was feeding, you glanced at the plate and shook your head. "I'm okay, thank you, Jin". Trying to move the plate out of your view, you were able to move it for a moment before being met with slight resistance. "Good, let her starve. Don't be ridiculous, she needs to eat for that baby".

Opening your mouth, you went to speak again, only to be interrupted. "He wouldn't want you to punish yourself like his now, would he?". Glancing to your side, bit your lip as you shook your head. Toga was right, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

You missed him so much that it made you physically sick. A small whimper passed your lips as you tried to hold back another sob. Arms wrapped around you as you felt yourself being pulled into a body, fingers running through your hair as they tried to comfort you. "We all miss him, you're not alone".

Glancing up, you tried to smile at Toga, only for her to shake her head. A subtle way of letting you know it was okay to feel this way. Gripping hold of her jumper, you gave in, tears falling from your eyes as you sobbed.

A few days later, you sat on the floor with your child on a play mat. Smiling gently at the young infant, you leant over and grabbed hold of a bag and began rummaging around. "You've got to be fucking kidding me". Groaning, you pushed the bag to one side and stood up, rubbing your temple. "I've run out of nappies, how did I not realise I was low?".

"Did you say you've just run out? Well, I've got good news for you!". Glancing at the door, you raised a brow just in time to see Toga skipping through the door, items in hand. "Toga, what on earth?".

The blonde grinned as she stopped beside you, arms outstretched, before she placed everything down. Leaning over, she gently picked up the sleeping infant, rocking them slightly as she cooed at them. "Surprise, I know you needed nappies, wipes and a few other things, so I've come bearing gifts".

Looking over everything she placed down, you blinked back tears. She'd managed to acquire just about everything you needed and more. "You didn't need to do this, you know". "I know, but I can't have my best friend and her baby going without, can I? I promised Dabi I'd protect and look after the pair of you for him".

Stepping forward, you wrapped your arms around her in a hug that lingered for a few minutes. "Thank you, we owe you". Pulling back, you moved your arms before Toga handed the baby to you. "Don't be silly, you're both practically my family".

Humming out, you placed a soft kiss on the infant's head before grabbing what you needed, turning on your heel as you walked to your room, not before looking over your shoulder. "You know where I am if you need me. Going to change and feed this little monster".

The clicking of your door sounded behind you as you walked over to your bed, gently placing down your baby. Cooing noises sounded as you changed them, placing them on your chest as you fed them.

White hair and turquoise eyes, they reminded you so much of the man you loved more than life itself. A painful reminder that he was no longer here to watch his child grow. "Your daddy loved you more than life itself, I won't ever let you forget that".

Not long after, you placed the sleeping infant in its basket, tucking it in gently before you placed a kiss on its head. "Sweet dreams, my little darling".

Grabbing hold of a box that you found the other day, you took it to your bed as you sat down, letting out a shaky breath as you opened the box. Inside were photos and trinkets of a life you'd spent with Dabi. Looking through the content, you sniffled as you recalled every memory associated with everything you saw.

When you neared the bottom of the box, you noticed a voice recorder as well as an envelope. Setting the pictures on your hand to the side, you took hold of the envelope and read the writing on the front.

DON'T OPEN UNTIL I'M GONE!

Raising a brow, you looked at the writing, instantly recognising it as Dabi's handwriting. Taking a moment, you closed your eyes, trying to summon the courage to open the envelope. Deciding it was now or never, you breathed out and opened the paper in your hand, pulling out the content, opening it to see more writing.

My dearest doll and little flame;

If you're reading this, it means I'm gone. Your world is quiet while everything around you moves on. By now, I've probably made the headlines, those pathetic heroes celebrating my downfall.

I never wanted this for you, or for our little flame. If I could, I'd turn back time, we'd run away and start a new life together. A happy little family, a family I finally deserved.

I don't know if a villain like me deserves to do this - but fuck it, I'm doing it anyway.

My little flame;

You're only a baby right now, not old enough to remember me or my voice, but one day, I know you'll grow into someone amazing. The world will try to tell you all the bad things about me - the deaths, the horror, everything.

Aside from your momma, you were my saving grace. You felt small in my arms, your body cuddling up to me despite the scars. You weren't afraid. The way your tiny hands held my heart made me feel like a new man.

I wish I had more time to be with you, to give you love and guidance which I never had, to be the father to you I wished he was.

Deep within you is a piece of me, that fire I know my blood will carry. I only hope and pray to whoever is out there that you don't hone in on that fire in rage, but in a bid to protect everything dear to you.

The world will still hate my name, but let them hate.

You were the one part of me I didn't hate from the moment we found out about you. You can ask your momma when you're older, but I never say the following words lightly.

I love you more than you will ever know, my little flame, don't ever let that fire go out.

My dearest doll;

I know you're going to be pissed that I'm dead, that I left you alone with our child to raise by yourself with the rest of the psychos in here. But I want you to know I didn't want this to happen, I never planned on leaving you like this.

I dragged you through hell and back with me, not caring who got hurt. You chose to stay by my side, loving me when I couldn't love myself. No matter how many times I told you to run, to go away, you didn't. Part of me is glad you were just as fucking stubborn as me.

From the moment I found out you were pregnant, I watched in awe as your body changed to help keep my child safe. I fell more in love with you than I thought possible. I believed all those romance stories from when I was a child.

You helped me create the one that was perfect in this fucked up world. A chance at a happy life, remembering the one dream I had when I was younger.

I'll miss the sound of your voice, the way your lips felt against mine. How your body felt against mine when I held you, how I'd have you writhing underneath me.

I know you're wanting to wallow, to give up, but don't. Our child needs you, needs your help to guide them towards the future we both know they deserve.

I won't get to see our future play out, my perfect little family, but maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll meet you again in another life.

Another life where we'll live how we wanted, where I'll always be around to make you both smile. Our perfect little family.

Doll, don't ever forget how much I craved and loved you.

Forever yours, Dabi.

p.s. now it's time to listen to the voice recorder.

Holding the paper to your chest, you sobbed quietly. Even when he was preparing for the final war, he made sure to leave you with something just in case the worst thing happened. You loved him with all your soul, and this made it hurt more.

The overwhelming feeling that he was gone was slowly creeping back.

Wiping the tears that ran down your cheeks with your hand, you sniffled softly, placing the papers back in the envelope before setting it down beside you. All that was left was the voice recorder.

Reaching for it, you lifted it out of the box and brought it up in front of you. It was now or never. Part of you didn't want to listen to what was on there, but the logical part of you did.

Pressing the button before it was too late, you were met with static. A sound that made you nearly turn it off after a moment, before you heard some rustling, wind blowing, caught by the mic. Then came a voice. A tired, rough, low voice.

"Is this thing even on?".

That voice, oh, how you missed that voice.

"Doll, little flame. If you're hearing this, I've finally left this fucked up world. I'll miss you both more than anyone would think possible.

I'm sorry to you both, but thank you for saving me when I needed it the most.

Doll, keep this safe. Whenever you need to hear my voice, I'll be right here. I love you, even if it took me a while to finally accept that someone could love me.

Little flame, grow up, be strong. Just know you were the best part of me, given in love. Grow up to be someone who brings something just as meaningful to your family name.

I know you'll grow up to do the Todoroki name proud.

I'm going now, but know I loved you both until my final breath".

Clicking the recording off, you dropped in front of you, letting out a scream that rose from the depths of your soul. The sound startled your child awake with a loud cry of their own.

Shifting from your position, you walked over and picked them up. Mumbling a small apology as you rocked with the infant in your arms.

The weight of the world hanging on your shoulders, but for a moment, you felt peace. The smallest flicker as you looked down on your child. He tried, and that's all you could ask for.

He left a piece of himself, alongside the truth and how he felt. A soft smile tugged at your lips as you ran your fingers over the cheeks of your child. "You would have been an amazing daddy, Touya. If people thought you were scary now, they wouldn't know what hit them if they dared to put out little flame in harm's way".

A warming feeling surrounded you as you continued to watch your child. A warm feeling that was Dabi's spirit, wrapping his arms around you both.

His final goodbye in every sense.

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[scrunglepaws]

I hope you like worldbuilding. 83 If you mostly just want to know about his personality, you can skip to the second part (though some bits will be confusing without context of part one).

== Part One: Oshi's Origin ============

Oshi and his sister, Starfish, are a pair of Kit x Tails kids, but they also aren't. Because they weren't made with a particular version of Kit and Tails in mind (they have no AU) they technically were never born. They were just spawned as concepts with no purpose and thus went to the dimension where all unused concepts go. This place, called Mwezi, is a chaotic metaphysical plane. Over time it has become more stable as the concepts that formed it wove themselves into something more tangible. Its laws of physics are basically the same, but not quite. And unfortunately, the laws of nature generally ended up being overall horrible and inhospitable for sapient creatures to live there. From the shifting environment to the monstrous inhabitants, most everything there is trying to kill you. Thus, it's generally a place that one would want to escape from, if possible.

Most entities that make up Mwezi aren't sapient, as it tends to get filled with a lot of concepts and ideas. But for those that are, ie scrapped character ideas… Crackship pairing kids that will never actually come to fruition… There are certain innate rules embedded in their consciousness upon arrival. It's kind of like a video game. You spawn in at level 0, age 0. Every time you die, you gain one year of age and one level. Once you get to level 100, it's game over and you cease to exist entirely. As you go up in age and level, more information is inately and automatically understood regardless of lived experience. Things like how to walk, how to talk, ect. Like any living thing, people also gain knowledge from living and learning in the environment. They can also age normally via just existing.

So… What's there to do on Mwezi? The main thing is essentially survival, but there are also quests to guide the inhabitants towards various goals. Generally, noncanon kids have the same main quest: to make themselves canon. To be canon would mean to exist, which would mean escape from Mwezi! But how could a concept, existing on a different plane of existence possibly affect reality? Like a video game, hints as to where to go next naturally spawn for the person. As they travel about Mwezi, they discover various things that tell them about who they are, who they could have been irl, and about their should-be parents. Sometimes there are windows that quite literally give them glimpses of the real world, where they can see thier parents in the past, present, or future. With this information, the noncanon kid is further equipped to try to make their ship canon. To get their parents to get together. By completing quests and uncovering secrets, they can create little nudges and effects that pop through in the real world to try to accomplish this goal. Typically, it's fruitless and unobtainable before the person reaches level 100. But the drive to complete them- the drive to escape and be complete… It's basically all these people have going for them.

With Oshi and Stafish, they obviously can't affect the real canon, though. They're just fancharacters. However, this is almost better, because they have more options: endless fanmade AUs! Lots of Kits and Tailses to try to nudge into being their dads. But it can also be a bad thing- with too many options, how do you pick which direction to go in? That's where fan events come in- external events outside of the creator's (in this case, my) control that give a reason for the kids to interact with the world. Gives them a gateway to actually temporarily leave Mwezi and directly interact with other peoples' worlds! But oh, it's a tournament where they're supposed to be fighting a bunch of other kids? Not really an opportunity to fulfill their quest? Well, beggars can't be choosers. Any chance to pop into the real world is a chance to gather further information. Despite the premise, perhaps allies can be made? At the very least, it's a nice repreive from the hellscape that is Mwezi. Fighting some other kids? Pshawww! Did you hear where this kid just came from? Despite his cheerful and mostly clueless demeanor, he has a few tricks up his sleeve.

After the event passes and Oshi no longer have a reason to be highlighted, back to the pit he goes… Unless he somehow is able to complete their quest during this event? Find some dads to have them? Unlikely, but you never know. Either way, Oshi gets to have fun being a real boy for a while.

Did this all sound like a garbled mess of nonsense? Well, it kind of is. A bunch of weird rules for a weird place between existence and nonexistence. Mwezi was created as a consequence for all the joke crackship babies my friends and I made between our ocs back in the day. And since I never completely throw away ideas, it persists to this day. Because I'm an author, and therefore inherently evil, this is just how it is. Now all must suffer. Including this adorable orbular fox that never did anything wrong in his life (or did he?!). Enjoy. :3

== Part Two: Character Bio ============

For the most part, Oshi is your typical energetic, curious, and friendly little eight year old. He lives with his older sister, Starfish, in the Mwezi wastelands. They're always on the move, on their quest to escape the inhospitable land. He mostly just listens to what Starfish tells him to do because she's very smart and makes sure he stays safe. He loves her very much! But he also likes to tease her, calling her stinky and a werewolf (she has a very pronounced snout). Little does he know she actually freaking loves werewolves, but pretends to be insulted so he won't come up with worse "insults."

His attention span is small, but his love for making arts and crafts is huge! It's about the only thing he can focus on for any length of time. He finds various bits and bobs throughout his travels in the Mwezi wastelands to craft with. He particularly likes making jewelry because he can stick it on his body instead of having to store it away in his backpack. He oftentimes gives his crafts away to nonviolent creatures they encounter, pretending to "make friends" with them since they rarely encounter other people. Unfortunately, there are very few nonviolent creatures and Oshi often gets himself in a pickle, presenting gifts to things that actually want to eat him. Starfish has her work cut out for her looking after this small idiot.

Oshi has a spark of Kit and Tails' ingenuity, but at the same time is mostly an airhead. He might be able to think of creative solutions to problems in the moment, but he's not good at storing that information away for later use. See above: him constantly trying to "befriend" things despite it going badly more often than not. It's quite miraculous that he hasn't died more often. In a way, it's almost like he's just lucky.

Despite all his shortcomings, he's reasonably self-sufficient for his age. His agility and small size aid him in getting out of tricky situations. He is physically weak and not skilled with any sort of short range weapons (blunt objects, knives, his fists, ect). However, he has an inexplicable knack for efficiently using ranged weapons, specifically firearms. And bombs. Gee, wonder where he got that from? Such weaponry (and resupply of ammunition) doesn't turn up all that often in Mwezi, though. His most reliable weapon is his trusty slingshot.

It may seem odd that he has such a sweet and innocent personality when he spends half his time fighting to survive, but… He's eight. He doesn't really comprehend what's going on around him. Dying and respawning is traumatic, but it's also his norm. Once he gets older, all the horrible things will have a chance to sink in and probably mess him up terribly. But for now, he's pretty much oblivious and carefree.

@sonic-fankid-showdown

[greencarnation]

eleven is fascinating to me because he came right off the back of tens horrible traumatic breakdown after he lost everything and he immediately tried to establish himself as the opposite of that. he is funny and goofy and almost childlike, and he bulldozes on in his adventures with amy like nothing happened at all. but then something happens and his masks slips and it's like oh! the core of this man is still anger. he is so so angry all of the time and this façade is the only thing stopping him from being consumed by it. he isn't over any of it and he hasn't moved on. he is wearing a fez and laughing but under that all that exists is age old anger and grief and it is going to consume him

[seastoried]

Given that their composition changes so regularly, any team I currently support may be made up of completely different players, coaches, and administrators in five years. In what sense, then, will I be supporting the same team that I support now?

adam kadlac, the ethics of sports fandom

been thinking about this a lot lately, especially in relation to the growing trend of fans (in a variety team sports) supporting individual players as opposed to teams. what compels us to continue supporting a team even after the youngest player at the first match we watched has retired? what identity, independent of the players who make it up, does a team posses? even after players have been traded, coaches have been hired and fired, and ownership has changed hands, there remains some spirit so foundational to the being of the club that allows us to identify it as the same. this, i believe, is it's grounding in and connection to a particular place.

i find it particularly telling that the practice of supporting individuals over teams is perhaps most prevalent in sports where there is a concerted effort made to scrub away a team's sense of place to make way for sponsor based identities, such as formula 1. the sport's international nature and high team turnover rate (tied to sponsors, of course) likely also plays a part. what, then, is driving this change in other sports?

football has always been a sport where teams have been intrinsically tied to a place. while the player over team support trend has yet to become as prevalent in football as it is in some other sports, it does seem to be creeping in. this could be potentially chalked up to a number of factors. perhaps it's the globalization (read: mostly increased american interest, as the rest of the world has been playing football happily for years) of the sports, introducing fans who have no personal connection to the place a club is from, and therefore lack allegiance to the club. maybe it's the steady increase in foreign ownership of teams, to an extent where this erodes away at fan's visions of a club as a physical manifestation of the spirit of their hometown. perhaps stronger personal branding of players is a part of it; they're no longer simply an agent of the team, but an individual in their own right, worthy of being followed no matter where they go (there is something to be said here about the relationship between personal branding, increased sponsor opportunities, and the fact that having ten individual players shill your product is better than the singular entity that is the team). whatever it is, i do find it a little sad - it renders teams somewhat purposeless, empty husks whose only purpose is to house players, otherwise devoid of value.

[i-still-dont-know-a-username]

Sidenote, I recently discovered from an authentic, raised-in-the-wild USAmerican™, that their gym classes are segregated by sex in high school.

That explains... so much about their perception of gender. Good luck maintaining bioessentialism when the girls with tight ponytails and anger issues start playing soccer or hockey.

[the-s1lly-corner]

(QUESTION)

I don't know if this is going to sound demanding but shouldn't you like take a break for a Day or 3 with all this writing your doing

Not gonna lie you probably making some straight fire rn but is it dew time for a break?

0h 100% I need a break- but taking breaks is... hard for me; stubbornness and watching dead lines creep closer and stuff--- would take a break in an instant if we weren't rapidly barreling to October 😭😭

I am trying to lessen the load, though! (Closing requests, putting large non deadlined writing projects on back burners, ect) so I can focus on the heavy stuff so theres... less down the line... cuz I KNOW imma get worse the closer we march to October 😭😭😭

I do plan to take my trip out of state next month as an excuse to take a couple days off though :3 mweheheheheh

As a /lh note I've learned my lesson!! Next year I am NOT going to do 2 October writing challenges at once- idc if I started prepping in January I'm still going through kt!!!! Also a 3 month break after constant writing for 9 months just to do it again does not at all sound appealing LMAO

Maybe I'll set some time aside and do some drawing soon

[naradreamt]

dear seller on mecari jp with the three hide museum passports filled with stamps: lower your price instead of making it higher and let me buy them

[rainbowsparklecur]

i think a lot of my problems could be solved if i learned that someone having a different opinion isnt a direct threat to me

[kingcunny]

Please give us all your Baldwin thoughts (historical or movie) really love your Vizzy T posts

haha thank youuu <3 these arent all my thoughts about baldwin but right now i cant stop thinking about the line

“when i was 16 i won a great victory. i felt in that moment i would live to be 100. now i know i shall not see 30.”

baldwin says he was diagnosed with leprosy as a boy*, so its not like at this moment he just didnt know about his disease. he knew he was sick and what his fate was. but that victory, that feeling of success, overpowered the more logical parts of his brain. and he just… forgot about the reality of his situation. at least for a little while.

and sure a 16 year old boy having an “im invincible! im gonna live forever!” moment isnt anything new. but baldwin having a moment like that after getting diagnosed with a chronic degenerative (terminal? for his time period?) disease… theres something very bittersweet to me about it. makes me wonder how long that feeling of invincibility lasted. what was it that Reminded him. brought him back down.

(*irl baldwin, while suspected of having leprosy as a child, wasnt formally diagnosed until after he became king. wether they told him about these suspicions or not he wouldve still Known there was Something Wrong.)

[moe-broey]

Being an Alfonse enjoyer is SO fucking funny bc one minute you're thinking "Shit this guy can actually be scary if you fucking think about it like he's so fucked up actually" and the next he's. Being dragged along by his little sister and her antics AND he's being a good sport about it. Like he clearly doesn't want to be here but he's not gonna complain. He's going to put his heart into it actually. Because Sharena is putting her whole heart into it!!!! And well. There has to be two of them (retainers). Duh. Obviously.

[here-there-were-dragons]

as a general rule, on average, if americans consistently complain about a food being conceptually weird, gross, and scary, then it probably tastes amazing. or at least inoffensive.

this is because in my experience americans for the most part (give or take a few exceptions by region) think eating literally anything other than beef, chicken, bread, eggs, peanut butter jelly sandwitches, ketchup, and disgusting cloyingly artificial brown sludge soda is insurmountably weird, gross, and scary.

[thegoldendoorknob]

Social media making me grouchy again

[transgenderemu]

school is calming down a little for me now i think next chapter will be out april fools. you can soon peep the mikudemy sillies while reading the mikudemy horrors

[icharchivist]

(Sandalphon voice) It's all about the freedom the choose and being true to yourself... some people want to choose to inherit the coffee cafe they love... some people want to choose a different gender... some people want to choose to ruin their coffee by making it wrong...

That's the summary of his Grand FE, 100%

It's about free will! free will to have a nice place to take care of, free will to explore your gender identity, free will to be wrong,