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clearsky · 4 years

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My Top Comfort Characters/Kins and My Main HCs For Them

(Note, not all my kins/comfort characters are on here, just the ones I have more than 5 hcs for)

CW: Korekiyo Shinguji (DRV3), Himiko Yumeno (DRV3), Shinsou Hitoshi (BNHA), Kyoko Kirigiri (THH), Tsuyu Asui (BNHA), Entrapta (Spop), Ibuki Mioda (SDR2), Celestia Ludenberg (THH), Funtime Foxy (FNAF), Peril (WOF)

Korekiyo Shinguji (DRV3)

Nonbinary

He/They pronouns

Autistic

Chains and loose accessories are for stimming

Likes the feeling of silk and cotton

Can't stand the feeling of anything rough or bumpy

He likes collecting small trinkets and the bones of small mammals

Can't stand anything salty. He'll eat it but he certainly won't enjoy it

Dating Rantaro

Can flirt, but only if he doesn't try

Petnames are a hell yea

Gets sunburnt really easily

Group dates with Celesnaegiri and Ikuzono

Can't cook for s h i t

Had a scene kid phase in middle school

Went to the same middle school as Celeste and Maki

Knew them when Celeste went through her "I'm not like other girls" phase and Maki was a Band Kid™

Himiko Yumeno (DRV3)

Female

She/Her pronouns

Lesbian

Can force herself to fall asleep within seconds regardless of where she is

100% forces herself to fall asleep when she doesn't wanna listen/talk to someone

Himiko/Angie/Tenko relationship. I'm calling them the Traffic Light Trio

She likes taking naps in the forest

She prefers enclosed/tight spaces more than open ones

Has several hundred stress balls and squishies laying around

She overheats easy

Shinsou Hitoshi (BNHA)

Questioning his gender, but goes by any pronouns

Knows he's Asexual, at least

Has no clue what his romantic orientation is though

The kind of person to carry treats in his pocket just in case he runs into a cat

Will stop to pet literally every cat he comes across

Great at reading people

Doesn't talk unless it's 100% needed

Hangs with Tokoyami, Jirou, and Denki most often

Aizawa has 100% unofficially adopted him

Fosters kittens

Not a big fan of physical touch

He is 100% in the bakusquad. Anyone who says he's in the Dekusquad is a c o w a r d

He and Tsuyu vibe

Knows a bunch of random facts

Dark humour? Dark humour

*skates backwards into his therapist's room slowly sipping from an absurdly huge cup of coffee* Candice you're not gonna BELIEVE the shit I just went through

In case I forgot to mention it, he skates

Kyoko Kirigiri (THH)

Mtf

She/Her

Bi with female preference

Burns go up to her shoulders/collarbone/chest

Prefers to just listen as opposed to saying anything

Knows a ton of random trivia about everyone else in her class

She keeps a notebook she fills with all the trivia

Doesn't celebrate her birthday. She just doesn't see the point of it

Doesn't hate sugar/sweets, but if given the choice she would choose literally everything else

Cuts her own hair

A cat person

Permanent dark circles

T-Tall 😳

Like,,, 6'1 at LEAST

Only person taller than her is Yasuhiro (6'3)

Canon no longer exist

Ahahaha healthy life habits? What are those?

Can't handle horror games

She's the kind of person you'd go to if you needed to rant but didn't want any advice

Polyamourous yo

Celeste/Kyoko/Makoto

She's a dom yall are just scared to admit it

Tsuyu Asui (BNHA)

They go by They/Them

Lesbian

They and Ochaco are dating

They like to hang with Shinsou

Which mainly just means the two sitting in one of their dorms in near total silence doing whatever

Can speak English and French as well as Japanese

Learned English from cartoons

Picked up French bc they thought it'd be fun

Prefers to stay neutral in the whole Bakusquad / Dekusquad thing

They're invited to all outings/events by/for both squads

They like puns

They're a dumbass but willingly, and for fun

Like "someone says they like dark humour and they'll turn off the lights before telling a joke" kind dumbass for fun

Great at poker

Likes Disney Movies

Very touchy once you get close enough

Not in a sexual way, just likes physical contact

Especially fond of piggyback rides and cuddles

Extreme fear of needles

Entrapta (She-Ra)

She/Her or It/Its

Doesn't bother trying to figure out whether she's cis, trans, nonbinary, or what

Was AMAB though

Short as fuck (4'7)

Strong as fuck though

Cuddle game strong

Physical touch is a fuck yes

Cuddles

Piggyback rides

Hugs

Anything where she's touching someone is wonderful in her book

As long as she's the one that initiates it

Anyone else touching her without her permission makes her freak

Prefers being high up

Makes it harder for anyone to sneak up on her

An ace at video games

When it comes to sexuality she just says she's Questioning

Ibuki Mioda (SDR2)

Any pronouns + Pup/Pupself + It/Its

No idea what their gender is otherwise

Biromantic Asexual

Just likes sexual jokes

Gets distracted easily

Has severe hearing problems

She's plays her instruments as loud as possible, with the amp right next to her, without ANY ear protection

It's caused some damage

She talks so loud bc she has no idea how loud is considered acceptable

Wears hearings aids most of the time

Several piercings and tattoos

Likes hearing things jingle

She has a bracelet with a few bells hanging from it

She'll shake it whenever she's bored

LOVES hair accessories

Ribbons are a particular favourite

Occasionally she'll hang little charms from her hair "horns"

The kind of person who never takes any pills/medicine bc she keeps forgetting she has to

Frequently uses emojis

Skates everywhere but she isn't very good at it

She keeps crashing into everything

Has broken every bone in her body at least 3 times

Most of which was bc she keeps trying to kick in doors and skating down the stairs

Celestia Ludenberg (THH)

Nonbinary

Any pronouns, mainly goes by She/They

Bi, 70:30

Collects mini hand sanitizers and can tabs

Has single handedly gotten Mario Kart, Mario Party, Monopoly, Uno, and Clue banned a grand total of 17 times (and counting)

The kind of person to purposefully target someone regardless of what game was being played

Favourite victim is Byakuya (bc he gets so upset about it and she finds that hilarious)

Mains Waluigi

Celeste/Kyoko/Makoto

Has several banned Twitter accounts bc whenever she's bored she'll start discourse on purpose

Hangs with Korekiyo, Ibuki, Byakuya, Yasuhiro, and Leon most often

It's a weird friend group but everyone's sorta gotten used to it

She and Byakuya gamble together occasionally

She tries to avoid it bc he'll willingly blow his entire fortune in an attempt to beat her

Autustic

Can't stand the feeling of water

Mainly bc she can't swim for shit

Horror movies? Hates them

Gets flustered super easily

Taka is her twin brother

Kotoko, Kokichi, and Gundham are their half siblings (Same father)

Peko and Toko are their cousins

She sucks ass at go fish

Fuck canon she's 4'11 now

C h u b b y

Freckles

Once she gets comfortable enough with herself she dyes her hair in the peekaboo style

Either black and red or black and blonde

Haven't decided yet

I'll be doing Celesnaegiri hcs as a seperate post but I just feel it's important for you to know that she expresses her affection verbally and is a very touchy person

Went to middle school with Maki and Korekiyo

Has horrible eyesight

She wears contacts most of the time but she always puts off buying more

After the 5th or so time she ended up blindly stumbling around a week after her contacts ran out Kyoko convinced her to buy glasses as well

Religious accessories yo

Like chokers and dangly earrings with crosses and pentagrams and shit

Likes wearing wacky earrings

Can run and do all sorts of tricks in heels

She and Mukuro are exes yo

Keeps her hair short so it's easier to manage

Hair never gets longer than her shoulders if she can help it

She seems like the kind of person who'd keep her bangs grown past her eyes regardless of how frustrating or inconvenient it is

She's a sub yall just don't wanna admit it

Funtime Foxy (FNAF)

I'm going on the record to say this

Funtime Foxy is genderfluid and that is that

Goes by Funtime

Any pronouns, They/Them most commonly

Plays music (keyboard and guitar mainly)

They and Funtime Freddy (Freds) mainly play with the kids

Freds mainly tells stories with Bonbon while Funtime more so plays one-on-one

Has nicknames for everyone

Circus Baby - Ringleader

Ballora - Bells

Funtime Freddy - Partner

Bon Bon - Bun

Peril (WOF)

I like both Nonbinary She/They Peril and Mtf She/Her Peril

They're both such good concepts

She's a lesbian, Harold

She only had a crush on Clay bc he was pretty much everything she was supposed to like in a guy

Gimme a moment while I force all my mental disorders onto this poor child

Autistic, Anxiety (Social anxiety, mainly, but she has most types), Adhd, PTSD

I'd like to reiterate yet again that She's a lesbian

Sunny and Glory were her gay awakening

Peril in Book 1: Damn, Sunny and Glory sure are pretty. Anyone would be lucky to date them. Clay would probably go for them over me. He would be stupid if he didn't. I myself would willingly date them over someone like me. They're just so pretty :(

Peril waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of arc 2: WAIT-

Rarepair alert but Peril/Sora

Peril meeting Sora: "Hmmm She's attractive. I would love to date her. Too bad I'm straight and in love with her brother lmao :P"

Peril, a mere month later, waiting for Ruby to leave Jade Mountain, pacing in her cave, running face first into a wall: WAIT-

I remember reading this one amazing story where Sora taught Peril to read/write and Peril found out she set off the bomb and comforted her/convinced her her run so that's canon now

Btw if anyone can remember what that story was called/what platform it was on and could tell me I'd appreciate it very much

I'd even be willing to draw a character of your's or make you an icon or something

I usually don't accept requests bc I get burnt out easy but this is a special case

She runs into Sora again sometime between the beginning of TOP and the end

I like to imagine she just goes wandering around

Anyway she confesses like a mere few minutes after running into her again bc Peril is just subtle like that

The actual confession takes 15 minutes and the entire time Sora is just sitting here like "👁👄👁 sure"

Bam Peril/Sora

Peril plans to keep it a secret for a little while longer but she spends 3 seconds around Clay and pretty much blurts it out

Clay, who wasn't even aware that Peril was a lesbian, is just "👁👄👁"

I wanna say Clay doesn't know what a lesbian is but in my canon Sunny is a lesbian so Starflight has already told him

Anyway he's super supportive

From that point Peril is sorta open about her sexuality?

Like, she gives Clay permission to tell the rest of the D.O.D bc she isn't about to risk being in front of them when they hear the news

(When Sunny starts actively seeking her out as a hang out buddy and Tsunami, Glory, and Starflight appear to tolerate her presence just a bit more afterwards she pretends she isn't confused by the change)

She's pink, white, and blue bc I said so

If you look at a certain angle in the right lighting her eyes, mouth, fire, and under her scales all look purple

But her fire is normally white and blue bc I said so

Also she pale as fuck bc in my canon their fire just sorta burns their colour away

You know how you leave something outside for too long and it gets sunbleached? Where it gets all washed out?

Like that but more extreme

By the age of 10-12 firescale dragons are just white with pale eyes

That's right not even the eyes are safe

Ram horns :P

I'm also fond of Peril/Sunny

Or maybe Peril/Sora/Sunny

But Peril/Sora is the main thing

On the topic of that bringing in my hc that if one sib in a sib group is fire resistant all of them are

She,,, She can change her scale colour

But only slightly and only if her emotions are strong enough

Bc I don't give a fuck about Darkstalker's scroll we were robbed of hybrid Peril

Unfortunately all of Peril's emotions are strong

Rainwing ruff along her head and neck

It's like a hood

It's mainly smoothed to her sides but when she's startled it flares out

RAINWING PUPILS

Y'all will know what those look like as soon as I get off my ass :P

She,,, She can mimic bird cries

Hates the summer

She has more than enough body heat already and the outside is just hot enough to add on and make her feel sick

She can somewhat control her heat but most of the time it's based on her emotions

It can go from standing-in-the-middle-of-a-burning-building-cant-see-your-nose-smoke-is-so-thick heat (Strong emotion) to Hey-thats-a-nice-cozy-campfire heat (Calm/"weak" emotion/Sleeping)

I'm just gonna make a different post with all my Peril hcs cuz there isnt enough room for all of them here

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trulycertain · 3 years

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fic writer interview

Tagged by @skogrr Thank you very much! It's a while since I've done one of these, and I've missed them.

Name: Tru/"Oi you" Fandoms (that I write for): Dragon Age, mostly. Still the fandom of my heart. Mass Effect, Deus Ex... uh, accidentally GreedFall? I don't know how or when that happened. Two-shot: Hmm... The actual last two-shot I wrote was Terms & Conditions, a very silly Dorian/Inquisitor modern AU where Gal is the guy Dorian hires to stop his late father's house falling apart. Recently? I suspect that's going to be Driftwood, which can stand on its own as a sort of weird post-canon first-meeting AU, but is trying to tempt me to continue it. (Vasco ends up going looking for Tír Fradí, which has disappeared - and finds it. He also finds De Sardet as a highly avoidant tree god of the island, post-Bad Ending, who transformed against her will. And he ends up falling in love with her anyway.) Weird tree gods! Pining by literal pine! An eventual happy ending! More grumpy commentary by Vasco!

Most popular multi-chapter: Either An Unquenchable Flame or Distraction, probably - both juggernaut pairings, the former close to the game's release and the latter with some fancy forbidden romance, so not so surprising. But surprisingly, Prague, 10:42 PM has done really well, considering it's for a small fandom (Deus Ex) and a rarepair age/rank-difference pairing that I thought would be a one-off experiment? I get it, guys. I like sad repressed stoics too.

Actual worst part of writing: Editing - which can be fun, but that "over and over" stage when you're about to post, especially in a longfic if you fear you've lost the spirit of the thing and the character voices and you can't see the wood for the trees. And when I have to remove a whole scene which Jenga-unbalances the fic, and then I have to redux from the top. Basically, most things to do with pacing. How you choose your titles: I like double-meanings and one word titles. If that fails: quote from a song. If that fails: quote from poetry, but very rarely. Do you outline: Only a little. A bulletpointed list of events or noted-down major lines of dialogue, that's usually it.

Ideas I probably won’t get around to but wouldn’t it be nice: Uh... oh god. I blame so many people for some of these.

Post-Destroy ending where John is attempting to build a shed on Rannoch because that's the kind of thing retired people do, right? and Tali is far better at it than him, and it's just... disgusting fluff.

Actually, just reduxing the early John/Tali stuff with a bit more nuance and a stronger style.

Eva and Kaidan, and their mutually wary first meeting. ("Wow, that's a lot of pomade." "Wow, that's a lot of death-glare.")

AU where Gal and Dorian never met in DAI, and after everything went down, Gal tried to fade into the shadows and leave. He ended up working in Tevinter as an occasional informant/odd-jobs guy the way he was pre-Inquisition. He ends up being a gardener for a bitter, wry magister who seems to hate the entire Magisterium, has recently lost his father to political scheming and murder, and wants to take down the entirety of the remaining Venatori with one staff and maybe his teeth if he has to (hi, Dorian). But first, Dorian's going to drink his own body weight in whiskey and be a recluse for a while and start thinking about time magic again. Gal is trying to keep his head down and should definitely not be falling in love with said magister. Who's someday going to end up at one of the more southerly ports, come across a statue of the great Inquisitor, and go, Oh.

Stuff on Jensen's PT and rebuilding himself post-augs. More of Proprioception, basically.

Mer-AU where Marie De Sardet is still a diplomat attempting to make new connections, just not a human one, and it's a disaster. An awkward disaster. Highlights include her being framed as the beast trying to drown their best captain; her attempting to wobble about on brand-new legs and Vasco's coat while everyone assumes the dear captain has had a few too many; her asking Vasco if his "fascinating markings" glow; them getting into a duel, and her (fondly) getting punted off the side of the ship going "Woo-hoo." OK, I wrote a bit of that, but only a 1k doodle I'll probably never return to.

Non-Naut court AU where Marie gets promised to Bastien D'Arcy, because he's a bit of a layabout but he's also rich, popular at court, and amenable to bribe - [cough] suggestion, and the D'Arcys have prominent trading links with the Alliance. Instead she falls for his far less of a social butterfly, tired, worried-numbers-guy brother Léandre, who's pretty damn uncomfortable around Nauts because he's well aware he nearly got sold to them and he is not the favourite.

Straight-up role-reversal AU (another thing where I've put down 1k that I'll probably never return to), where Marie's Naut name is Paz, and she's a fed-up second-mate who's tired of noble idiots and feels a little strange and conflicted about her mark (and has context for it, because they make frequent crossings to Tír Fradí). Also a little more jaded, without the love of her mother, and not nearly as much of a tryhard as Vasco in canon; she ended up here because she had nowhere else to go and the Nauts were like "Ooh, free kid," and she's well aware. She gets stuck escorting the D'Arcy brothers to Tír Fradí for their new venture and is not looking forward to it. Except one of them is intensely bright and wry and keeps asking questions about the ship and noticing shit he is definitely not meant to notice, and they keep ending up in strange conversations, even if he seems really, really wary and uncomfortable about Nauts.

Some vague stuff about Vasco's thoughts on Jonas and that whole side quest, considering he's also a sea-given and implies sea-given take some shit in the Nauts, and also how damn difficult it must be watching a sea-given's parents endeavour to get their kid back when he knows full well his didn't do that for him.

Actually, just more Vasco POV in general, even though he's damn hard to nail down. I've written much pining for him from Marie's perspective, and I'd like to try things from the opposite. This guy's idea of wooing someone perfectly normally is to panic and then recite Baroque poetry. You know he's sappy as hell in the privacy of his own head, even if he's trying not to be.

Jean and Síora having the "I'm a sad healer who just lost my mother and I'm trying so hard not to crumble under the weight of assisting the leader" mutual talk way too late at night around the campfire and maybe him crying on her shoulder a little, with mutual kindness and the beginnings of attraction, and her finally getting past his jokey-smug facade to understand him.

More stuff about Jean's past in general, and how he wanted to be a doctor before he was dragged away from it by looking after Constantin and being nobility.

Síora and Eseld and the ways they changed over the years; something like an exploration of grief and growing her own will and the ways they very differently view the renaigse. Also maybe more about the en ol menawi magic, if I can worldbuild well enough?

I'd also love to do a GreedFall soulmark AU - it's generally not my kind of trope, I'm not into biological determinism type tropes - just because names and aliases and assumed identities are such a mess in GreedFall and it's a repeated plot point. That said, I feel like it's been done so beautifully in this fandom before that I wouldn't have much to add.

Callouts @ me: So. Many. Commas. So much over-explaining everything. If they get out of the car, your readers do not need a five-page manual of "and then he undid his seatbelt and leaned over to grasp the door handle, and then pulled it, and then stepped a foot out before he almost thought better of it - but no, he was going to get out of this car. The other foot joined the first, and he nearly banged his head on the doorframe."

Best writing traits: People say I have a head for finding small-but-important moments. I'm also told I write likeable protags. People have more than once said my writing makes them feel safe or makes them smile, and I really couldn't ask for more than that. I'll take those.

Spicy tangential opinion: I don't think I have any, really? Oh god, that makes me sound so very boring. Oh! Um. There should be more tree body horror in fandom. And body horror in general. *thumbsup*

No pressure tagging: @artemis-crimson, @eridanidreams,@rainypixel, @aphreal42.

#tru talks #memes #long post

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bellebon · 4 years

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Stolen Wallet and Stolen Hearts

Ok I know that Kiyana and Roscoe have like no interaction while he’s the boss but like, come on guys. Their dynamic is so freaking good despite it. Although I suppose this is what I get for rarepair hell. Enjoy!

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It was a beautiful day to be threatened. Kiyana gasped, hands coming as if to block her attacker.

“Come on Darling, we’re both busy people.” The furry eared man in front of her winked at her and brought his knife closer to her. Kiyana whimpered, hunching her shoulders, and took another step back.

“Please, I don’t have anything on me.” Her eyes darted to the busy street before back to him. “I just want to get to my job, please, I'll be fired if I’m late.” She tried to step to the side but was dragged back and shoved against the wall. Kiyana froze, feeling cool metal against her throat.

“Now Darling we both know that isn’t true.” The knife drifted down, tugging against her choker. “These are expensive clothes.” He grinned, revealing his sharp animalistic teeth.

Kiyana blinked and felt tears running down her cheeks. “Please don’t.” Her voice caught and Kiyana couldn’t stop a sob. The knife drifted lower, slicing her choker, and drawing a bead of blood. The man drew the knife back, tilting it to watch run down the blade.

“Now, let’s-“ he was interrupted by the sound of metal on metal. The knife clattered on the ground but the sound of the man grunting drew Kiyana’s attention. He was doubled over, a blond ponytail dangling past his neck, and coughing.

“Now now, that’s not how we treat a lady around here.” A smooth voice drew her attention. A well dressed man watched her attacker as he lowered the cane he had just used to disarm her attacker. “Miss, why don’t you come over here?” Kiyana glanced at his horns and then back at her attacker. Everyone knew what horns meant, but that didn’t mean that he had been the one who killed someone.

She quickly stepped over, letting him guide her behind him. As Kiyana passed him she lifted a wallet, tucking it into her pocket, and covered the movement by wiping her tears. Based on the coat he wore, this should be a good grab. If she was right, those were expensive boots as well. “Thank you.” She sniffled. “I was so scared.” She trailed off, looking down at the ground and twisting one of her pale pink pigtails.

The stranger nodded, his lavender hair gently moving with the movement, and gave her a smile. “Run along now, wouldn’t want you to get fired.” Oh right, her excuse. Kiyana nodded and backed away, watching the furry eared man. “Don’t worry, I'll make sure that he doesn’t follow you.” His expression was pleasant but his tone was dangerous. Perhaps, she thought, it’s time to go before he realized her actions and turned that cane on her.

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Bassem accepted the new ice pack that Kiyana offered. “Hey, next time we do this how about you threaten me for once.” She put the warmed ice pack back into the freezer. He lifted his shirt, revealing deep bruises on his stomach from where the cane had hit him. The deep blue and purple bruises strongly contrasted his tan skin.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have cut my ribbon.” It was really cute and it was ruined. “Beside, who’d expect a cute girl like me to hurt you?” Kiyana plopped down next to her friend and pulled out his ponytail. She brushed her fingers through his brown and blond hair. “Pink pigtails and eyes aren’t the most threatening.” She glazed over her webbed ears and their implications.

Bassem rolled his eyes and leaned against her. “Tell me that it was worth it, how much did we get?” He closed his yellow eyes, ears drooping. She hummed, continuing to brush his hair.

“There was some cash but not nearly what I expected from him. No credit cards either which was weird but considering that he didn’t want to call the police…” Kiyana sighed. “That sucks, I was looking forward to shopping again.” Bassem groaned.

“Glad that we have enough to cover my medical bills.” He droned, tilting his head to look at her. ”At least he didn’t go for my piercings for once.” Kiyana tutted and started to braid his hair.

“You have to admit, he was cute.” She tied off the braid and let it drop. “I wonder what he does. That tall and handsome, I wonder if he’s a model?”

“Oh gosh Kiyana. A suit and some long hair and you’re in love.” She shoved him away, ignoring his groan of pain.

“Shut up, you’re no better. Or have you forgotten Mariel?” He glared at her, wincing as he stood.

“I don’t have to take this from you.” Her laughter followed him out of the family room. She stopped once his door slammed shut.

Kiyana stood up from their couch and stretched. “Hm, maybe I should grab some dinner? Not cooking sounds great after today.” She was flush with cash and it would be a nice treat for Bassem. She pulled on her sweater and grabbed her purse. “Hey Bassem, I'm heading out.”

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That beautiful day had turned into a dusky evening. Kiyana hummed as she made her way to the Thai place that Bassem liked. She watched as people hurried to their destination. He’s probably coming home from work she idly thought as she watched a man in a grey button down shirt hurry by. He swerved to avoid getting close to the woman with a fox’s tail and nearly ran into a light pole. The woman made a face and pushed on, clearly used to this.

Kiyana passed by the grocery store they shopped at. It was at the end of a strip of stores and family-owned. Maybe I can grab some ice cream too? We deserve it after- Her train of thought was halted by a hand grabbing her arm and dragging her down the street.

She gasped in pain as she was slammed against the wall in pain. “What” Kiyana was once again cut off as she felt metal at her neck. She could make out what appeared to be a carved bird that must have been the knife’s handle. Her attacker cleared his throat, drawing her attention.

A white mask with protruding red horns watched her. “Oh shit.” Kiyana knew that mask. Everyone in the crime world knew that mask. Corvus, leader of the Rose family, stared down at her. He smirked at her realization.

“I’ve heard that you’ve been rather naughty today Kiyana.” Kiyana sucked in a breath. He knew her name. Corvus knew her name.

Did he know Bassem?

“It’s not very nice to steal from someone protecting you. Some might call it ungrateful.” He pressed the flat side of the knife harder against her neck. “Do you have anything to say for that?”

Maybe if she pissed him off, he wouldn’t go after Bassem. “Are you talking about that wallet? I found it and whoever lost it didn’t have any id in it so I couldn’t return it.” A thought came to her. She glanced up at his hair and gave him what she hoped was a playful grin. “If you don’t want to lose your wallet, you should be more careful with it. They have a tendency to slip out of pockets.”

He wasn’t smirking anymore. “What makes you think that was mine?” He tilted her chin up with his knife. “Wouldn’t it be an incredibly idiotic idea to steal from someone like me?” This would be incredibly attractive if Kiyana wasn’t about to die.

“I wouldn’t have found your wallet if I knew how poor a boss you are. For how expensive you dress, you don’t carry that much.” This was it, she was going to die in an alley over a stolen wallet. She had survived the Rokken Rose turf wars only to die because of a wallet.

She had expected pain and choking on blood, not him throwing his head back in laughter. Absently, she noted how his ponytail caught the light. Twilight suited him. Yet, through his laughter the blade never left her.

“I don’t know if you’re brave or an idiot.” Corvus chuckled, grinning as he took her in. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing stealing wallets anyway?”

She took a steadying breath. “What’s a handsome man like you doing threatening a cute girl like me?” Kiyana shot back. If he was going to kill her, she’d get a last word in at least.

The knife left her chin and she heard it slide back into its sheath. Corvus still towered over her but he tilted his head, as if trying to understand her. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Kiyana hummed, shifting to lean against the wall instead of being pressed. “Well that’s a personal question, you know. At least buy me dinner first if you want to know my tragic backstory.” She twisted the end of her pigtail with her right hand. “Or I suppose I could take you out as a thank you for your rescue earlier.”

“I feel that i’ll be paying for that dinner either way. What with you using that found money.” He took her left hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles while watching her. “Unfortunately I have other obligations this evening and must pass. Besides, I doubt Bassem would want you abandoning him after he took that beating for you.”

So he does know about Bassem there went that hope. Although it didn’t seem like Corvus felt like killing her just yet. “Another night maybe? You didn’t answer my question either.” Her hand felt so warm in his. Whether that was from his glove or that kiss, she wasn’t sure.

“Perhaps, although Kiyana I do have one request.” He let go of her hand and stepped back.

She raised an eyebrow. “Hm? What would that be?”

“Don’t steal from any other crime lords.”

She raised her hand to cover a smile. “I doubt that any of them would come to a lady’s aid. But I suppose I’ll try.” She acted as if the request was a burden and he shook his head.

“Have a safe walk home Miss Kiyana, it wouldn’t do for you to get threatened while i’m not around.” With that he turned and left. She watched him go and waited a few minutes before leaving the alley herself.

She felt her pocket out of curiosity and found his wallet missing. Kiyana laughed and wondered when he had gotten it back. It didn’t matter, she had removed the cash earlier. “I wonder how long before he realizes.”

In the end she told Bassem that there was a long line for ice cream and that’s what took her so long.

#my writing #P:TSM #roscoe corvus rose #Kiyana Daisy #Bassem Malo #Roscana #Corvana #which is the right ship name? IDK #Rosco x Kiyana

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Saizo/laslow/Keaton? Idk man, I think you’re gonna have to give us some headcanons to really sell me on that 👀👀👀👀👀

Oh I got you Anon, I got you.

Cue three hours of me screaming under the cut-

Alright, so I guess we start at the beginning.

Las is the guy who falls in love easily. He just so badly wants to be in love and be with someone who loves him just the same. He never really hit it off with the girls back home, and as much as he hit on the girls in Nohr, he was scared of what would happen next. How could he fall in love and start a family here when his friends and family are in another realm?

Keaton got very attached to Laslow very fast, as much as he liked to play at being a lone wolf. He started giving Laslow gifts, much to Laslow’s horror, until he started figuring out what Las liked. And Laslow smells nice too, and he has a nice smile, and he’s awfully cute when he’s embarrassed.

Saizo of course didn’t like Las at first, thinking he didn’t take his job as seriously as he should, attacking him, being a general douche. They have the charm off, and Laslow cries on Saizo, and Las prepares for the next competition. There’s of course a battle in between these, and Laslow saves Ryoma and Saizo is like “oh shit, he’s actually really good at what he does. He’s a fucking idiot, but that idiot saved his Lord’s life.” and he tells Laslow this. After that he starts thinking about Laslow differently. As a capable fighter, a man who almost dances across the battle field.

Saizo learns about Laslow’s dancing first, seeing him sneaking off and making sure he wasn’t an enemy spy that was just really good at acting like an idiot womanizer. No, he was a dancer who loathed the spotlight. Saizo found himself watching Laslow more than he cared to admit. A lot more.

Laslow was terribly distracting to the very disciplined Ninja, so distracting that he didn’t even notice the lost wolfskin coming up behind him.

“what’re you doing?” “SHH!” “Oh is that Laslow? Oh wow I didn’t know he danced, he’s really good!” “S H U S H”

Saizo covers Keaton’s mouth, trying to keep the noise down so Laslow wouldn’t notice them. Unfortunately, Laslow noticed something.

Laslow is so paranoid that someone was watching him that he stops for a while, and gets a little antsy.

Saizo and Keaton are both upset that they can’t watch Laslow dance.

Keaton realizes he likes Laslow first, and he spends all his free time with Laslow.

When Saizo finally figures it out he’s shook and has no idea how to proceed.

Saizo never lets Keaton be alone with Laslow.

Keaton comes clean to Saizo, to try and get him off his dick so he can make his move on Las, and Saizo’s like “not if I make my move first”

The confessions are very awkward and Laslow is screaming into his pillow because he doesn’t now what to do with all this new information.

He always expected to fall in love with a pretty girl and everything would fall into place. He never expected for two men to confess their feelings for him, and he never expected to be so torn between them.

Laslow loved the way Keaton found beauty in anything.

And with Saizo he adored how devoted he was.

And then Laslow realized he was quite selfish and didn’t want to choose. And he felt quite terrible about that.

Meanwhile Saizo and Keaton do some bonding themselves. Saizo finds himself quite amused by Keaton, and Keaton thinks Saizo is kind of cool.

They decide that no matter who Laslow chooses they will not murder the other in a jealous passion.

Then Laslow drops the bomb that he likes both of them and will not choose between them.

Saizo and Keaton come to an agreement that they are capable of sharing.

So the three of them are to be wed in the morning.

And now for some misc. headcanons now that they’re together.

Laslow sleeps in the middle of Keaton and Saizo, jetpacking Keaton and getting spooned by Saizo.

Keaton’s very excited before bed, tail slapping Laslow for a while until he calms down for sleep. Saizo thinks its cute.

Saizo thinks its cute when Keaton’s tail wags while they sit in silence during meditation.

Selena is the surrogate mother to Soliel, and she loves her three powerful fathers.

Asugi comes next, and is part of an agreement between Orochi and Kagero who also wanted a child. The three of them raise Asugi, and he thinks Dance Dad and Stinky Dad are pretty cool.

Velouria comes from someone. She is attached to one of her three powerful fathers at all times.

Asugi likes hanging out with Laslow because he had a recipe for a honey cake from his great grandmother that he would occasionally make for him.

Asugi loves playing fetch with Stinky Dad.

Soleil spoils both her baby siblings, always giving Asugi some sweets she’s gotten.

Soleil is very confused about her father’s husbands, seeing as they are not cute girls. With Saizo especially, she wonders how this gruff and scary guy caught the interests of her sweet cute and soft father.

Even more confusing is how Keaton caught the interest of her dad. How did a gross wolf boy worm his way into Laslow’s heart?

Even so, she loves her three powerful dads all the same.

She’s turned off my Velouria’s wet dog smell whenever she’s doing her snuggling thing, but she loves her puppy sister.

Soleil has a lot of fun with Asugi while he teaches her to make sweets. She’s not great at it, but Asugi stomachs her creations sometimes anyway.

Velouria is able to find Saizo at all times. She knows his scent and is always able to track him no matter where he is. Saizo is incredibly proud of his puppy daughter.

Velouria sniffs Lasow out when he starts dancing because she loves seeing him do the thing he loves to do. He was scared at first, but it was his cute youngest child, and he gets more comfortable dancing with the kids around.

She doesn’t appreciate Asugi treating her like a dog like he does with Keaton. She most certainly does not do fetch. But she will protect that boy with her life.

she doesn’t understand her sister’s obsession with girls. you cant collect girls.

Odin was the number one supporter of the relationship. Selena told Laslow he was stupid but she knows that this wasn’t a bad decision that would ruin him someday.

Keaton willingly takes baths now, but only if Laslow and Saizo are there to shampoo him and wash his back.

Saizo loves to just press his face against the top of Laslow’s head, it’s a force of habit because he’s always wearing his mask and can’t just kiss Laslow whenever he wants.

Saizo likes to mess with Keaton’s ears, flipping them inside out and asking if he can hear better. It always gets a laugh out of Laslow.

Keaton likes to curl up against Saizo’s side. He lets out a lot of those deep dog sighs.

Laslow lets both Saizo and Keaton in on his secret, at first they’re like, “yes, we know you dance.” and Laslow is like “what no, I’m from another dimension, WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KNOW I DANCE?” because he has his priorities in place.

okay, I’ll leave it at that because I’m tired. I hope you come to know the joys of my rarepair hell.

#saizo #keaton #laslow #keaslow #saizlow #keaton/laslow/saizo #Anonymous #kealowsai #i don't know someone make a etter ship name for them.#fire emblem #fire emblem fates #fe #fef #fe:f

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Rarepair Month: Wedding

Today’s drabble was commissioned by @miraculouspaon who is an angel from heaven above and because of that, I’m going to write this in the Just for Tonight universe and it takes place after Chapter 30. <3

“Are you nervous?” Adrien asked, holding Nino’s tie out for him.

“About what?” Nino grabbed the tie and looped it around his neck.

“The wedding.”

Nino grinned at his reflection as he finished the knot. “The wedding? Hell yes. Marrying Felix? Not at all.”

“Are you sure? He’s pretty grumpy in the mornings,” Adrien teased. “The afternoons too. And if you were hoping he’s in a good mood in the evenings, well, I’ve got some bad news for you.”

“Yeah, but I get to be blind to all that because of the whole love thing.” He grabbed his jacket off the armchair and pulled it on.

“Lucky.”

Nino laughed and turned to face his best man. “How do I look?”

“Like the most beautiful soon-to-be queen in the world,” Adrien cooed.

“I hate you so much.”

“You love me so much. I’m your brother now, you know.”

Nino smiled and pulled him into a hug. “You’ve always been my brother.”

“Hey, this is supposed to be teasing only right now,” he grumbled, tightening his hold. “Because I feel like I’m going to cry and if I do, my eyes will be all puffy for pictures.”

“No one’s going to be looking at you anyway.” Nino pulled away after one last squeeze. “I get to be the pretty one today, Shrimp.”

“I know you didn’t just bring that awful nickname back.”

Nino tapped his chin thoughtfully. “I think I’ll use it in my speech at the reception. You were such a small child for your age.”

“Do you really want to start a war over who has the more embarrassing stories to tell because I’m not afraid to bring it,” Adrien warned. “We shared a suite for a very long time and I walked into some really scarring scenes more than once.”

“No more scarring than what I’ve caught you and Marinette up to in your room,” Nino shot back with the quirk of an eyebrow. “But let’s call it a truce and get me married to your brother before he changes his mind.”

Adrien laughed. “Yeah, like that’s going to happen. You’re the most important thing in the world to him.”

Nino felt his insides go warm from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. “I know the feeling.”

Adrien’s expression softened. “I’m really happy for you guys. Like over the top happy.”

“And I’m sure a little of the happy has to do with not having to take the throne?”

“Just overjoyed for my best friend and brother,” the prince winked. “Now hang out here for a minute, I’m supposed to check with Nathalie before I take you to the next place before the ceremony so you and Fe don’t run into each other.”

Nino nodded and went back to the mirror, tugging on the hem of his jacket. Everything was perfectly tailored, of course, and beautiful embroidery made the piece a thing of art more than clothing. He wasn’t necessarily in love with his hair slicked back but he had to admit it gave him a more refined look. As long as he didn’t have to keep it like this all the time, he could survive the day.

“You think it’s too late to elope?”

He turned in surprise to see Felix standing in the doorway and realized the world had been slightly off axis before and was finally settling back into place. The ornate ceremonial crown was already resting on his head, blonde hair woven around the sides and back of it to give the illusion that the crown had simply grown up from his hair naturally. His suit was a dark charcoal that bordered on black but the royal blue tie is what grabbed Nino’s attention. “I like the blue.”

“I was hoping you would,” Felix smiled. He slipped into the room and closed the door behind him. “Please tell me you have an escape plan.”

“Getting cold feet already?”

“I want you to escape with me so I don’t think that counts as cold feet.” Felix reached up and tugged at the corner of Nino’s hair until a curl popped free. “That’s better.”

“Oh man, Marinette is going to kill you for that,” Nino grinned. “She made the hair stylist leave so she could fix it herself.”

“I think I can handle her wrath. I’m the king after all.” He leaned in for a kiss and Nino happily obliged. They parted after a few minutes and Felix sighed. “And as king, can’t I decide I don’t want to share my wedding day with a bunch of people I don’t know or like?”

“I think this is one of those things you just have grin and bear, your Majesty.”

Felix slipped his hand inside Nino’s jacket so he could pull him closer again with one hand on his hip. “You know, in just a few minutes, you’re going to be a Your Majesty too.”

“That’s going to be so weird,” Nino groaned. “I don’t think I’m going to like it.”

“You get used to it.”

“No, you get used to it,” he corrected. “You just went from Your Highness to Your Majesty. I’m going from ‘Hey you with the prince’ to Your Majesty.”

“Nothing’s going to change,” Felix argued as he slipped his other hand into Nino’s jacket and caressed his palm along his side.

“Everything’s going to change but that’s okay. After everything else we’ve been through, this will be easy street, right?” Nino glanced down his body and the two arms that seemed to disappear beneath the sides of his jacket. “You know, for a stuffy and stoic king, you’re pretty handsy.”

“It’s my wedding day and my soon-to-be husband is the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. I’m not sure what you were expecting.” Felix smiled at him and it was the smile that only Nino got to see, the one that was bright and happy and had weathered terrible things and was still there. There were very few people who got to see Felix smile and fewer even still who got to see him genuinely smile and Nino knew he was the luckiest of them all. He felt Felix’s arms reach all the way around his middle to pull their bodies flush and Nino let out a content sigh.

“I love you,” Felix whispered. “I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you. You saved my life.”

“You saved my life,” Nino echoed. “Over and over again.”

“This almost doesn’t feel real, does it? There’s this part of me that’s scared I’m going to wake up and find out it was all a dream.”

Something cold tickled at the back of Nino’s mind but he ignored it. “After everything we’ve been through, we deserve a little happiness.”

“A lot of happiness,” Felix said with another kiss. He sighed dramatically and stepped back. “I better go back to my room. I’m sure Pierce is scowling down every hallway looking for me.”

Nino frowned. That couldn’t be right. “Pierce...”

“It doesn’t seem to even matter that I’m king now,” he laughed. “He still treats me like a child who needs to be watched at all times.” A long gash opened along Felix’s neck as he laughed and all the breath was knocked out of Nino’s body. “It’s ridiculous but I suppose I should be thankful.”

“Fe...Felix?!”

The blood ran down his chest, staining the blue tie Felix had chosen because it was Nino’s favorite color. “Oh,” he said, voice dreamy. “That’s right. I don’t know how I forgot...” He slowly looked down as he brought a finger up to touch the blood soaking into his shirt and tie. “I’m dead.”

Nino sat up with a jerking gasp. His skin was cold and clammy and the room was pitch dark. A gut-wrenching sob tore its way out of his throat and he doubled over in pain. Someone was screaming Felix’s name and he wanted them to stop. He squeezed his eyes shut and cried and ignored the hands and arms and bodies that surrounded him. Once his throat felt raw, he realized he’d been the one screaming. That made sense then. Someone was holding him.

Felix...

“It’s okay,” a voice soothed shakily and the hold around him tightened. “We’re here, Nino. It’s okay.”

Not Felix.

Adrien.

That was Adrien. It had to be. He couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes but he let his stiffened body relax fractionally. Of course it had to be Adrien. It couldn’t be Felix. Felix was...

“We’ll make him pay,” another voice promised, low and hard and full of truth.

Nino took in a shallow breath and knew it was Marinette and with the tiny flicker of hope he had left, he believed her.

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Felix stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling of the guest bedroom and ignored Xander’s snoring on the other side of the bed. He kept seeing Nathaniel’s surprised expression when the Fae magic hadn’t miraculously cured him. As if a dip in a warm pool was going to give back everything he’d lost.

He closed his eyes and thought of Nino. He felt the folded paper he held in his palm like a heavy thing. He’d gotten to leave with one item of importance and that was only because he always kept it on him, tucked in his vest pocket. He realized his original clothes had been left at Bridgette’s but that seemed of little importance now. He had the only thing that mattered anyway.

The note was old, the folded edges worn smooth with age. The ink had faded but that didn’t matter. Felix was still able to read the words well enough and even if he couldn’t, he had them memorized.

“Someday is what keeps me going.”

Felix wasn’t sure what it was about that note that had made him keep it on his person all these years. It was from their earliest times together when Gabriel had attempted to force them apart and they used Adrien’s books to send messages. There had been more notes and letters with professions of love that seemed better suited as keepsakes but he’d never been able to let this one go.

“Someday is what keeps me going.”

He remembered what it felt like to read it for the first time and realize that there was finally someone who understood him, finally someone who made sense. In a world of people who wanted to use him or kill him, there was someone else who hoped for the someday that would make things different.

“Someday is what keeps me going.”

If he’d had any more tears, he felt certain they would’ve come but he had nothing left to give.

Someday...

What was the point of holding on now? Nino was gone. His family was gone. His home was gone. There was nothing left.

The small flicker of hope inside him refused to die though and with an exhausted sigh, Felix rolled onto his side, bringing his hand up to his chest as the paper crinkled softly with the motion.

He would keep going because someday was still out there. And maybe somehow, he would actually get to it, if not for himself, then for Nino.

Just for Tonight

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#Just for Tonight #nelix #nino lahiffe #felix agreste #angst #oops I drabbled again

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magsdomino · 6 years

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Day 20: Sweet

"I Love Rocky Road"

Ochako Uraraka stared at the menu with wonder and impatience. Her stomach growled, demanding a sacrifice. There were just too many flavors to choose from. Dairy might not have been as big in Japan once upon a time, but the young gravity hero absolutely loved ice cream. She loved candy. Heck, she lived sweets in general.

It was a perk of forming at UA. There was food courtesy of the epicurean crusader known as lunch rush and resident cake boss, Rikido Sato. Plus her best friend/ sort of crush Izuku wasn't too shabby either. Being a bit of a mama's boy helped in that regard, she supposed.

She had moved away from her parents to become a hero at UA, hoping she could bring in some money to help them out.

Alas, she was broke too, which brought her to her current situation. The rosy-cheeked brunette had just enough for a single scoop, but she also needed that money later in the week.

"Ugh. I shouldn't have left my birthday money at home" Ochako lamented. She could even visualize it, in her piggy bank, next to her book of constellations.

"Need help?"

Ochako turned with a gasp. The voice seemed familiar but she couldn't place it. The owner if the voce was a tall, muscular boy with messy black hair and an infectious smile.

"Oh. Wait! You're that sneaky guy from Ketsubutsu. The one who seemed super nice at first!" The eccentricity in her voice was palpable, as she felt herself on edge.

"Ouch. Fair I guess. Cool your jets, Zero G. Just out to get some ice cream. I'm just out for ice cream. Saw a girl who looked short on cash. What do you want?" He smiled.

Ochako's eyes narrowed, causing him to sign.

"Look. You first years at UA don't want to get too big for your damn britches, but we're all aiming to be heroes and you seem to be broke. Let me get this, then you can glare suspiciously at me later over whatever you order. Not in the mood to troll you kids anyway." A hint of smugness crept into the boy's smile.

The brunette pouted and exhaled. He was a jerk, but he certainly wasn't a villain. Plus she did want ice cream and this boy was offering to pay. Plus, he was kind of cute in a douche sort of way.

Ochako shook her head and pouted more, hoping to squeeze that last thought out. She was just getting over one crush. She didn't need another distracting her. Plus he wasn't as sweet as her last one.

"Right. Sorry. Thanks."

"Any time. Name's Yo Shindo, by the way. Not that it's easy to forget, rookie."

"Never heard of you. That ego seems recognizable though." Ochako huffed. "Ochako Uraraka."

"Well, Uraraka, be careful with those barbs. I'm buying your ice cream."

Shindo was enjoying this. He liked messing with people. This girl in particular was cute though, in an underclassmen sort of way.

"Maybe I don't want it if you're gonna make that creepy face."

"My face is not creepy, you pain in the...what are you gonna order? I already made up your mind."

"Right. Sorry. Thank you. You could be nicer."

"Pardon?"

"Nothing....OH!" The girl's face lit up. There were so many choices and combinations, her head was spinning like a planet. Once it stopped, it landed on one choice. She pointed to it, trying to curb her enthusiasm.

Shindo smiled. "Rocky Road for Uraraka. Good choice. Likin' you more, kid."

"I'm a year younger than you. You're a kid too."

"Still your Senpai." The black-haired boy rolled his eyes and took out his money, placing his order.

"Two rocky roads, garcon."

"My name is Keiji, Yo. We went to middle school. Please stop calling me Garvin."

"Nah. Hard pass. And give the McChef my regards.

Ochako rolled her eyes. She wasn't big on this sarcastic shitkicking. It was a bit mean spirited and not very heroic.

Then again, she knew some people with that personality type who would make great heroes, and her initial inspiration for heroics might not seem too noble either.

Besides, she was giggling. Oh god, was she actually finding this jerk...charming.

Nope. It was gratitude for the ice cream. Definitely that.

"Ok, space case. Ground control to Uraraka. I got your ice cream. You wanted it in a bowl, right?"

"Ack! Sorry. Yeah. Bowl is fine. Um, Shindo?"

"Yo."

"I can't. We're not that close."

"What the hell? Oh. Nah. I was just saying...forget it. Don't worry about it. Now enjoy your urarocky road, Uraraka. I gotta her. Got mine to go."

Hiding how flustered he was, the boystretched out and started to walk away.

His joke was corny and rudely delivered. He was like Bakugou, but worse in a way. Still, he seemed to pose as tact.

"Hey wait."

"What?

Ochako was grateful. Though his personality might not have been great, his actions were sweet and the younger girl was appreciative. She offered a hand, which he stared at.

"Thank you."

"Sure, no problem."

He went to brush off her hand, but she grabbed it again, blushing as she realized what she was doing. Ochako averted her eyes.

"Want to eat with me."

He could have lied. He could have said he had stuff to do. His school might not have been as prestigious as UA and its breakout class of distasterprone children, but he was working hard and had his own things going on. Unfortunately, his day was free. Besides, UA's freshmen were pretty impressive, he supposed.

"Sure. Guess I'll babysit."

"I liked you better when you put on the fake nice act."

"Too bad. You're actually alright, so you get stuck with the real me."

Ochako groaned. She supposed, however, that it wasn't all that bad. Shoveling the ice cream into her mouth, she was on cloud 9, and even Shindo couldn't help but genuinely smile.

"Sorry for being snippy earlier. I guess I was just hungry. You really are super sweet for offering to buy me ice cream."

"No sweat. I'll add it to your tab." He smirked. The girl nearly fell out of her chair.

"Relax. Man, you're so easy. Your name might as well be "Mark".

"Mean!" The brown-haired girl claimed, mouth covered in chocolate.

"Sorry. Couldn't resist."

(Sorry if this was rushed. I had the idea if a little Shindo x Uraraka date once and that one Shindo x Momo comic by @blamedorange rekindled it. I am better at writing than drawing so I decided to give this a go. Anyway, tomorrow will we a return to the gay. Fret not, my children)

#yochako #yo shindo #ochako uraraka #bnha #my hero academia #my writing #bnhararepairmonth2018 #bnhararepairmonthday20

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flydotnet · 6 years

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Recurring Dream and What They Mean

VRAINS Rarepair Weeks 2018 - Day 8: Royalty/Dreams

Summary: Akira has always had the same fever dream since he was seventeen: he sees himself back when he was a teenager caring for his younger sister, probably about to die. However, seeing a guardian angel in its last iteration has to mean something has changed within his life since then.

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS Ships: Hireshipping (Ema/Akira) + a huge emphasis on Aoi & Akira’s sibling bonds

Wordcount: 3.4K words

Notes: Nobody ever said you couldn't add "fever" before "dreams" in the given prompt, right? I'm sorry, my inspiration is kinda stalling today. I also turn out to be a complete idiot who forgot the Zaizen siblings were, in fact, step-siblings. Oops. Better notice it now than never! I've been in almost most of a Zaizen sibling mood than a Hire one, but don't worry, tomorrow's prompt will be like 90% Hire, I already have another angst idea to throw at the fandom. I promise it gets better by the end. It's also based on an idea I got like two days ago, so stay tuned for the day I actually write it xoxo

Event hosted by @vrainsrarepairweeks

AO3 version available here.

It feels like a familiar situation. That’s weird, considering he has never gone through this before, right?

He’s seventeen, his sister is seven, and they’re in the streets of Den City again to find a place to shelter themselves from the winter’s bitter cold. He finally has enough money to rent a small, shabby flat for them with one bed and a thing that looks like another. He, of course, occupies the thing: the bed is for Aoi who has the misfortune to have an awful childhood courtesy of their parents dying and the rest of their families being vultures attracted by their inheritance. They’re in the streets because they need to buy some groceries for tonight and, if they can afford it, some tissues for her to blow her nose in. Poor Aoi has caught a cold despite all the precautions he thought he had taken. That’s on him: he was the one who got sick first and unwillingly gave it to his sister.

“Brother, I’m cold,” Aoi says in a timid voice, almost in a whisper, as they cross a road. The least expensive convenience is on the other side of the road.

That’s surprising, he feels pretty warm for this time of the winter break. He’s lucky he doesn’t have classes to attend on top of this. However, he makes sure to take off his scarf, use a cheap disinfectant spray on it and wrap it around her tiny body.

“Here you go,” he tells her as he does so, making sure her facemask stays on so her cold doesn’t worsen. She started coughing yesterday, it can’t be good.

“Brother,” she asks him, “what about you…?”

“I’ll be fine.”

He knows he won’t be “fine” for very long when his cough digs out phlegm from his lungs.

As she watches Akira’s face distorts ever-so-slightly in his sleep, Ema has a few questions rising in her mind.

“Does he do that often?” she asks Aoi sitting across the other side of the bed.

“I can’t tell for sure, Brother usually tries to stay alone when he feels bad,” she replies with concern all over her face.

It looks like the guy is trapped inside a nightmare.

“I don’t know why,” Aoi adds. “I wish he’d tell me. He’s always done that…”

Seconds later he finds himself in the one-room flat he shares with Aoi. She is diligently doing her homework. Sometimes, he wishes she’d ask him for help, but she never does. In this case, it does help him: he can easily sneak out of the room to cough up the phlegm setting in his chest. Today was probably his last job for a while: his vision blurs easily, people don’t like to have sick mercenaries because they never accomplish their work properly. He cannot risk Aoi’s future on that. His? Oh, with how quickly this illness is degenerating, he won’t have the time to think about it for much longer. He needs to act soon, before he has to abandon her.

This is seriously starting to mess with his brain.

He coughs one last time before going back inside the flat, staying in front of the door with his back against the wall, an arm wrapped around his ribcage and a hand on his mouth. The pain is terrible and burns through his entire respiratory system by now, from the tiniest corners of his lungs to his nostrils, making him jerk violently when he gets into a fit that seemingly never ends. He doesn’t want anyone to see him like that, especially not Aoi who has to keep a part of childhood innocence like he had the chance to have gotten, but he still spots a woman with long pink hair going down the stairs and looking at him concerned. She feels familiar, even if they never met before…

He enters the main room again and his sister turns around on her chair to see him do so. Ah, he’s going to miss her when he’ll be gone…

“Aoi, I…” He freezes in place and instead prefers to give her better news. “We’re going to the doctor tomorrow… We finally have the money for that…”

Yet she doesn’t look relieved. Is she cold? Is she concerned about school?

“Don’t worry, I’ll call the school…” He barely retains a cough and almost falls because his legs cannot hold his weigh properly anymore, barely catching himself up on the door frame.

Aoi doesn’t respond, and instead gives him doubtful eyes and a saddened expression.

His right hand, just before the bounty huntress’s eyes, is clutching the bedsheet under it, fingers grasping for something to clutch onto. He must be fighting against something terrifying in his sleep.

“M…” He murmurs, seemingly to no one but himself. Aoi and her ears immediately sharpen onto this sound. “Mother… Help us…”

Aoi immediately freezes. “He’d say that when he was sick, when we were younger,” she says as an explanation for why she is suddenly so disturbed.

“I guess it’s a reflex to call for your mother when you’re unwell,” Ema comments with her hand on her chin. Seeing Akira call for his mom? Now that was something she couldn’t have expected. If the context was any different, she’d have immediately made fun of him for that. As it stands… It’s terrifying to witness.

She takes off one of her gloves and puts a hand on her forehead, then on his. He’s still burning underneath her palm. The dreams he’s going through must be terrifying, if you could call them that. It’s probably closer to a nightmare.

“And, according to you, why does he never let you help him, Aoi?”

Not going to lie, she has her own idea as to why behind her mind.

“I don’t know. I wish Brother would tell me why at least. He used to always care for me, before we could have a real home… But he never accepted that I do it the opposite way around.”

They’re in a doctor’s waiting room. He picked the nearest one, not the least expensive one: with Aoi sick and him unable to carry her on his shoulders, it was preferable that way. They have a margin: the advantage with being sick, in a way, is how he almost never feels hungry anymore. Less food, more medicine for her. That’s almost a good bargain in a black market. The room smells like nothing, or at least he thinks so, and is incredibly hot. He’s only dressed in a shirt and a pull, a gift from someone who took pity on him once, when everyone else has their coats on in the room. It must be him: his fever, because he ought to be feverish to explain the hallucinations he gets sometimes, has screwed with all his senses for what feels like an eternity.

This pink-haired woman from earlier is back. Maybe she’s a hallucination, but he feels better when she’s here, for some reason. She sits next to him, Aoi doesn’t seem to have noticed her as she sleeps on his lap. They stay quiet, but that’s enough: he cannot hold a conversation properly at the moment anyway, so it’s better that way. Her pink eyes in a tone so similar to her long hair tied in a ponytail almost hypnotize him to forget about how much his chest hurts him. His heart is, for once, beating faster for a valid reason instead of his congested breathing. Is that… falling in love? He has forgotten to be a teenager all along… She seems far older than he is, though. Ah well…

His hand grips Ema’s nearest wrist without warning, as the panicked breathing comes to a calmer halt. She feels her face redden but tries to stay put and composed in front of Aoi who seems more surprised than she is shocked.

“W…” Ema smothers a scream of surprise before it can get out of her mouth. “What the hell…?!”

Aoi doesn’t say anything, instead looking very curious as she stares at the hand’s twitching fingers. That doesn’t answer any of her questions!

“I frankly didn’t expect that to happen…” she admits as she too looks at it. She cannot bring herself to part it away from her imprisoned wrist anyway. It’d seem like a cruel thing to do to someone so vulnerable.

“Stay… stay here, please…” his weak, groggy voice mutters again.

“Seems like someone is in need of affection…”

Ema gulps concern down. This is eerier than she could have ever seen coming.

He’s in the examination room, the doctor looking over him. He had promised himself, he wouldn’t give in: if he did, then they wouldn’t be able to afford Aoi’s medicine. If it wasn’t for her sister begging the man to examine her brother and the offer of getting it done free because he looks, indeed, nearly deadly ill, he wouldn’t be here. Instead, everything is cold against his skin: the air, the medical tools, this man’s hand, his own clothes. Everything is too cold and then it’s too hot, it can’t settle for anything, and his breathing is still awfully ineffective. He wants to pass out and never wake up again if that means having that stop.

Once that’s said and done, he remembers his mission and tries to hurry up. He’s going to lose consciousness soon, that’s certain, considering how his vision is swimming around and how his fever hasn’t lowered since the doctor insisted on taking his body temperature after having noticed how boiling his skin was. He takes Aoi’s hand in his, making sure it wasn’t the one he was coughing into, but his legs buckle up under his weight, his eyes close on themselves, he’s falling and he doesn’t want – he needs to escape, find Aoi a new house when he’ll be gone too, hoping she can make it out big in the world that didn’t want them – but his body stops responding and everything fades to black, slowly, in blurs of colours fading with his senses numbing once and for all. Is he dying? Is he going to wake up again? That’s out of his reach, he doesn’t want to be unconscious, he doesn’t want to leave Aoi alone, he has to wake up and –

He emerges in the real world, where things have happened and matter, in a gasp and a mix of cold and hot sweat, breathing heavily and quickly, hand on his heart, the other still gripping onto something. He looks around the room: this isn’t the doctor’s room from nine years ago. It’s his bedroom, in their own home, and there is a very familiar pleasant smell of a flowery perfume on his right. He reddens, nervous and embarrassed, when he notices his hand was wrapped around Ema’s wrist. Wait… When did she enter? When did he land there? Why is Aoi on his left, looking so concerned yet so intrigued? When did he even go to bed? The sun peeking through the curtains indicates it has to be the afternoon too.

“Lemme guess,” Ema tells him with a smirk and eyebrows contradicting her smugness. “You’re confused, you have no idea how you arrived here, and you’re craving for an explanation?”

He only looks away, too embarrassed to ask the question himself.

“Simple enough. You passed out on your secretary at work and the first person they could find in your phone call history was your truly’s, Ema Bessho herself. I got the privilege to calm that girl down from panicked sobs and to drive you home on a bike.”

She’s too proud to actually spit out how much she was concerned for him, for what was inside his dreams.

“Brother,” Aoi’s voice makes his head turn left, “can I ask you something?”

He nods as an agreement. His throat feels dry, he wants to cough, but he doesn’t want to cough up blood again… Oh, wait, he’s in the present now. That means he doesn’t have that anymore. He should have noticed it was a dream as soon as he saw a woman he hadn’t seen back then hypnotizing him. He still doesn’t want to cough.

“Why do you never let me near you when you’re sick?” Aoi questioned, eyes not intimidated enough anymore to search for an answer in his. Too bad his gaze couldn’t answer in his stead.

“Because of this,” he replies, purposely stalling as not to seem to vulnerable to Ema and his sister. “These fever dreams, I mean.”

“You’re still calling that a “dream”? I’d have called these nightmares,” Ema comments with a click of the tongue. She’s trying to make the unfunny at least somewhat amusing.

“They technically are dreams, and it’s always the same that comes back…”

She watches her hirer (or partner? Maybe “partner in crime” fits better) try to focus with foggy eyes and hitching breathing like the overworked pseudo-machine he is. His voice is low, slow, almost quiet and has the saddening property of reminding her of her father’s when he was close to meeting death. She is tasting worry dripping down her body like corruptive acid, that sucks. This is what happens when she lets herself get too sympathetic. Never again.

Never, fucking, again.

“It’s always the same?” Aoi asks with fingers fidgeting with the hem of her skirt.

Akira isn’t really sure of how to answer the question. He doesn’t want her to worry or remember that time of their life that was a hardship with no end, where he thought he was going to die and had no solution to truly go against it, where he was too poor to afford a doctor but too sick to be able to work and pay for one. But the thing is: it’s always this that serves as his fever dreams. He usually simply ends up crying and clutching his chest as phantom pains come back. It’s a minor trauma compared to everything he’s seen flying around this past year to the point complaining about it feels like trying to paint himself as a martyr he isn’t.

“Yes. I always see myself in the same place, doing the same things, and the end is always the same.”

“What… dream is it, Brother?” Aoi asks again, “if you don’t mind telling me of course…”; and the worry she shows towards him makes him nauseous against himself. She shouldn’t have to be that concerned for him if he was good at what he’s trying to accomplish. He cannot not provide her with an answer if she’s that concerned, so he swallows down his pride, almost forgetting there is also Ema on his other side.

“I always get sent back to the time where we both got sick, nine years ago.” Aoi’s face distorts immediately. It looks like she remembers this as vividly as he does. “It always ends in the doctor’s room, where I pass out and wake up after reviving, well, you know what happened that day…”

“And what happened?”

Ema’s voice suddenly chimes in and he turns his head to her as abruptly as he can without his aching joints giving up on him. She looks upset but curious, as if he owed her that information. He doesn’t, though… Why would she be interested in it anyway?

“Huh…” He’s, frankly, speechless. “I got very sick that time, that’s it…”

“Aoi told me, you know.”

He feels himself decompose in front of her. That… That’s more intimidating than embarrassing.

“It’s about that time where you got pneumonia and didn’t want to get yourself examined so you could afford her medicine, right?”

This is getting worse by the minute.

She sighs. “With how terribly this could have ended, don’t be surprised that she wants to be able to approach you when you’re sick. Who can tell if you’re not going to do that again? Oh, wait,” she interrupts herself and glares at him, “you did that none earlier than today.”

He gulps again, not saying a word. She sounds offended enough without his input.

“And I thought I was the reasonable one of us two. You beat me to the bush here, Mr Zaizen.”

Aoi remains silent, going over how much this could be terrible for her brother to relive through as soon as he gets a fever. From her slightly inexact memories from nine years ago, she can remember how bad his coughs sounded and how much the doctor and his wife sheltering them for a couple weeks were worried for him and his chances to make it out alive. Terrible times she couldn’t ever forget even if she wanted to. She, however, cannot bring herself to leave the room, so she stays there and erases herself from the commotion taking place.

“Listen, Akira,” Ema makes herself sound sterner, “I’ve had to bring you here for a couple times already. You have to remember that time where you passed out on us after a mission with Blood Shepherd because you hadn’t slept again? It’d be time for you to handle yourself properly.”

She then looks on the side, almost ashamed of what she’s telling him, before looking back at him with red creeping on her cheeks.

“I think you’ve worried us all, Aoi and me and your secretary too while we’re at it, too much with your shenanigans. It’s time to slow everything down and actually think of yourself once and for all. That’s why you couldn’t have lasted as a bounty hunter, you don’t have a capacity of self-preservation!”

A pause again, a change of tone once more.

“I’m saying that for Aoi and you, of course. Now, your intentions are usually not wrong, so I can’t even scold you like a little brat, that’s annoying. Plus, I’m sure Aoi wouldn’t want me to anyway. Your sister loves you, you know.”

And so do I, she wanted to say. “I also happen to need my main employer up and running to afford my rent and groceries,” she instead told him.

She puts a hand on his forehead again, gulping down her honour and pride with it.

“You’re still very warm. Aoi, please, can you get me some ice?”

The teenage girl complies with a quick “yes!” and exits the room almost running. That’s good, she needs her private conversation with him.

“Ema…? Is there something wrong…?” he asks her, worried by seeing her so troubled. He may be running a fever, he still senses it when there’s that little something with the people he knows.

“Well, more or less you,” she replies drily. “But hey, you’ve allowed me to afford my rent multiple times, so I suppose I do depend on you at times. That’s one reason more why you should stop being stubborn. Who am I to speak, though?”

“That reminds me, sorry for cutting you off, but... You started appearing in my dreams, lately.”

Ema stops speaking all of a sudden, heart skipping a beat. That’s astonishing to hear, almost speech-stealing.

“Wait, you mean I was in this fever dream of yours? That’s… flattering. Is that why you were gripping my wrist and calling for…” Never mind. “For someone?”

“Yes,” he confirms it with his glassy eyes looking at the ceiling, “you were. It was soothing to be around you in it, for some reason… Even when I was reliving waiting in that room where everyone was staring at me… You were breath-taking, making breathing far easier with clogged lungs…”

Ema almost chokes on her own breathed-in oxygen.

“Wait, was that a pick-up line?!”

“I-it wasn’t…!” Akira reddens even further than the flushing of his face made him look already.

They remain silent for a few heavy moments, Aoi having brought back the ice just in time for them to find a distraction. Ema recovers her composure before he does, so she takes the matter in her hands.

“In a way, I guess I was your guardian angel in your dreams. I can be so too in real life if you want,” she ends with a flirty note. Teasing him is fun, after all.

That doesn’t mean she doesn’t actually want to do that on the side, far from it. She watches his sister’s back for him, to grant her freedom without letting her expose herself to all the dangers there are out there… Why not watch over him in the first place?

“I suppose you could… If that means I don’t get scolded again,” he plays with it.

“Deal then.”

#vrains #vrainsrarepairweeks #hireshipping #my writing #sickfic

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kiruuuuu · 6 years

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Stuck in rarepair hell? I know that feeling, @legokay :) All of those are my favourite boys, so choosing wasn’t easy but I ended up going with Glaz/Echo, extra fluffy for you ❤❤ (Rating T, fluff fluff fluff, ~1.5k words)

“Right in the dick”, Echo announces gleefully, followed by a snort, “that dude’s not gonna breed anymore, that’s for sure, but he’ll be hella pissed at you and shattered balls might not be enough of a distraction to take out the guy who ruined his family jewels.”

“You’re unbelievable”, Glaz replies with a shake of his head but can’t help his smile. He’s reloading now and glancing up at the Japanese man stumbling about next to him, large VR glasses hiding half his face. They’re messing about after Glaz mentioned wanting to practise very long range shots – normally, it’s a quiet and boring affair, because even if someone’s assisting him, they’re all the way over by the target dummies to inform him of his accuracy. Echo, however, offered to pilot one of his aerial drones to check where Glaz’ shots hit: that way, he’s not going to be bored to death and Echo can practise flying his drones in virtual reality with the help of the 360° cam he installed on it.

With how competently Echo is navigating his drone after even bragging of being on par with actual drone flying competitions, Glaz somehow doubts he needs the practise but since this means Echo is choosing to keep him company, he’s not complaining. He’s lying on the floor and aiming downhill while Echo is excitedly dancing around, nearly falling over the cables coming from the small building next to them and tripping over the uneven ground now and then. So far, he’s managed not to actually eat shit but it seems to be a matter of when and not if.

“And boom. You’re dead. The neutered counter-sniper has taken revenge for his nutsack. You were too slow, Glaz, game over, try again. Maybe next time express your disdain for toxic masculinity in your free time and not on the job or I’ll get your brain jelly all over my shoes again.” The words are accompanied by animated gestures and Echo moving further and further away without realising. Something about piloting his drones always puts him in high spirits, has him turn off his verbal filter and leaves him excited enough to not care about potentially embarrassing himself. Glaz has witnessed it a few times in his own presence but not with anyone else – and he’d like to think that his colleague (and friend?) trusts him enough to show him this side of his personality voluntarily.

“You’re nowhere near me anyway, watch where you’re walking”, Glaz points out, amused, and takes aim once again as Echo cautiously steps towards his voice and stretches one of his legs to prod him in the side with the tip of his shoe. Moving out of the way is too easy and so the older man nearly loses his balance yet again. “I’m going to shoot the second one on the left right in the head.”

“So that means you’ll hit the one on the right directly in his kidneys. He needed those, Glaz, now he has to get dialysis for the rest of his life. Maybe he would’ve donated one of them! Congratulations, you just killed an innocent child who would’ve received a bad guy’s kidney to -” Wordlessly, Glaz moves the barrel up until it’s pointing directly below the tiny drone hovering in the distance and takes the shot. “Whoa, hey, did you just – how dare you!”

“Your little electrical mosquito better fly for its life”, Glaz announces with a grin and shoots again, still not aiming at the drone directly.

“Ha, with how rotten your aim is today, you couldn’t hit it even if you tried.”

The sniper takes this as a challenge and is about to actually fire at the device when Echo lightly kicks his arm to throw off his aim while starting to undertake evasive manoeuvres both himself and with his drone. They’re both trying to interfere with each other now, nudging and shoving until Glaz sets his rifle aside, trips him and sits down on his midsection facing his legs and starting to giggle when Echo remorselessly slaps his ass to get rid of him. They playfight some more, both laughing now and wrestling for the remote – Echo trying to not let it fall into Glaz’ hands and Glaz simply pushing the sticks wildly in an attempt to make Echo nauseous. The Russian is in an undoubtedly better position as he can actually see what’s happening while Echo blindly flails at him.

“Okay, okay, how about a truce?”, Echo suggests when Glaz has him pinned down and unable to move. “We call this a tie and I’ll let you fly my drone for a bit.”

Glaz can’t remember him ever allowing anyone to pilot any of his drones, not even Twitch who probably understands them best right after Echo himself, so he agrees readily and releases the Japanese man from his grip, half expecting him to take back the offer and continue the fight, but he pulls through. Glaz helps him get up and then listens patiently as Echo explains to him how the remote works and that he’d best stay high in the air to avoid any danger of collision. Then Echo puts the heavy VR glasses on his head and Glaz’ knees go weak.

The first sensation is falling because he’s suddenly so high up without any sort of safety measure that his body panics – all that his eyes are telling him is that he’s flying, hanging in the sky hundreds of metres above the ground. Being able to look around and see nothing that conflicts with this notion is extremely disorienting, and while he flinches when Echo wraps his fingers around his upper arm, he’s grateful for the supportive touch. It’s almost dreamlike, so unlike anything Glaz has experienced first hand that all he can do is move his head, turn around and marvel at the sight, at the feeling of being the drone. Simple 2D screens can never compare to this, can’t rival the sensation of being able to look around seamlessly.

“You know what, let’s go inside. I can watch the monitor to see where you’re going.” Echo removes the headpiece again and drags him into the building before putting it back on, allowing Glaz back into that endless freedom. “Try moving, like this.” Echo pushes one of the sticks in a direction and Glaz nearly stumbles and falls at the unexpected movement – it’s as if someone else had taken control of his body, an unreal and strange feeling. “Okay, it’s probably better if you do it, I don’t want you to throw up.”

“Can you – can you hold me? Somehow? I think that helps.” Glaz hasn’t seen any chairs around in the barren room and doesn’t want to sit on the ground as it would limit his movement.

A short pause, then Echo says: “Alright.” His hands come to rest on Glaz’ hips and the touch is reassuring, especially together with sensing Echo’s body right behind his. “Go on, move. I wouldn’t fly over the base but you can see some more of the countryside.”

And so Glaz begins his flight. The conflicting sensation of standing in place yet simultaneously soaring through the sky is upsetting his stomach a little but Echo’s presence helps. He learns the controls slowly as he doesn’t share Echo’s affinity to delicate tech, but the whole experience is mind-blowing nonetheless, the view is stunning and makes him want to paint it, paint the world like a bird might see it, roads weaving through the fields, houses no more than specks of colours and steep hills reduced to a gentle incline. He notices his cheeks are hurting and realises he’s been smiling in awe non-stop. “This is absolutely breathtaking”, he says quietly and Echo huffs a soft laugh.

“Isn’t it?” He sounds proud. “Let me do some tricks.” Warm hands slide over Glaz’ and take over, Echo has to step closer for it, press himself against Glaz’ back as he uses both of their fingers to pilot the drone so that Glaz isn’t surprised by sudden movement. it’s like riding a rollercoaster while standing still, a cheerful laugh bubbles up in Glaz’ throat as he’s made to do flips and a variety of other manoeuvres during which he has to lean into Echo as to not lose his balance. When it stops, he’s giddy and light-headed and finally understands why Echo gets so excited whenever he does this.

“Are you alright?”, Echo asks and withdraws his hands to wrap his arms around Glaz’ torso, hold him in a tight embrace that can’t only be friendly support. No. There’s more.

Glaz relaxes into the hug and smiles to himself, hoping Echo can’t see it. “Yeah.” And thinks: Now I am. He looks down where his feet aren’t, down at the English countryside which has never looked this beautiful to him and takes one hand off the remote to stroke over one of Echo’s arms. “Can we do this again sometime?”

#rainbow six siege #glaz #echo #glaz/echo #fanfic #oneshot #request #there's not enough echo content anyway #and they're all sweethearts

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ryouverua · 6 years

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Miu and Co’s Stimulating Virtual Adventures (Part 1)

is this going to be a normal field trip?

WITH KOKICHI OUMA? NO WAY ~ !

insert shuichi groaning

Oh cool we got a whole animated sequence!

I FUCKING KNEW IT

AAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

THEY’RE SO FUCKING CUTE WHAT THE HELL

THIS ISN’T WHAT I EXPECTED AT ALL!!!!

Yeah, seriously! I guess I was expecting sprites similar to Hajime’s from last game, or at least an island setting - this really does look like a murder mystery manor! good god we aren’t on rokkenjima are we

I’M SENDING A STRONGLY-WORDED LETTER TO THOSE IN CHARGE

Aaaaw, it’s played off for laughs but it really is sad for K1-b0 to be constantly disparaging himself like that.

But there is good and bad about the new sprites, which someone who has been incredibly aware and sensitive of the changes in his own body probably clued into immediately...

See now that the audience knows, he can slip and say stuff like this out loud, huh? It... almost makes me wish the scene at the end of the last chapter had taken place at the end of this one. That might just be a pacing thing though...

PUSH HIM DAMN IT

PUSH HIM ON IT SHUICHI I BEG YOU

... DAMN IT HE’S NOT PUSHING HIM.

I just realized, we’re going to see a lot more of people’s emotions thanks to the way the sprites work. I wonder if they directly translate to mood? Does that mean Maki and, hell, Kokichi will be more transparent here?

Omfg the literal first thing Kokichi does to K1-b0 is punch him!!! The robophobia never ends...

Wait, question though - how is it connected to K1-b0? I mean blah blah blah, brainwave technological voodoo etc is connecting all the other kids to the helmets, but what about for K1-b0? How does that work? I... guess it’s better not to think about it too hard? 8′D

Man, Iruma’s a lot cuter here too. Also, seems like a good time to mention I’m totally in love with their little headshots at the bottom left with the little animated dialogue bubbles. The others might not like the sprites, but I like it, Miu! Maybe it’s just different when you’re in a 3rd person POV vs 1st person POV?

I love it when Tsumugi goes off like the total fucking nerd she is.

DAMN WE’RE NOT EVEN ON A TROPICAL ISLAND AND PEOPLE ARE STILL GETTING BURNED

LEAVE K1-B0 ALONE KOKICHI JEEZ

So basically they’re leaving the door open for someone to be killed in here. I figured that would be the case...

Kaito is pretty quick on understanding too which I appreciate, considering how they’ve been playing up his ‘brash dumb’ character type up lately.

You are way too happy about that.

Though it also means that if someone dies in here, we’re not going to see any marks left on the body in the real world or here? That’s not good either!

Yeah, that’s... honestly what I’d like to know. Seriously, wouldn’t Miu have found it when recoding everything if it was in here already? And if she did, why wouldn’t she tell them?

I’m telling you, Tsumugi being a snobby nerd will never get old to me. You know she’s got a N64, Super Nintendo, and maybe even older consoles like Atari and Dreamcast tucked away somewhere!

It’s funny - Kokichi doesn’t reference games nearly as much as Tsumugi, but he’s clearly a gamer too. Makes sense I suppose - I always think of a chessboard when I look at his scarf.

I’m sure this info will come in handy, but not sure how yet.

THAT WILL DEFINITELY BE IMPORTANT FOR GONTA-RELATED REASONS

NO DAMN IT STOP DEATHFLAGGING HIM BY NEUTRALIZING HIS ADVANTAGES DAMN IT

This... really sounds like they’re setting up the rules for a murder mystery game...

Maki made an interesting note about the game - when you take physical advantage away and talent in general, it’ll completely change how a killing game would potentially go down. But I mean... wouldn’t that just be battle royal-type slaughter? Not that any kind of killing game can be considered ‘elegant’, but I can’t help but wonder why a brutal option like this is available at all..

Also can I just say the remixed music and the cute little noises when they waddle around... I love this. I love this, guys. Also watching Shuichi run is hilarious tbh.

A wild rarepair Kaito x Tsumugi appears???

I’m telling you, we’re going to be seeing more of everyone’s genuine emotions on their face here! Man, I’m really liking this set up already.

Kokichi is desperate to ship Kaito with anyone other than Shuichi so he can have Mr Detective all to himself

I think it means he falls for Kokichi’s verbal bait way too easily. 8′D But hey, Tsumugi doesn’t seem to be against Kaito’s interest! Not... obviously, anyway. just gonna casually that pairing to the question mark pile...

Yeah, that’s a pretty classic Kokichi move and... that’s... also a really bad idea. Maybe this is a good chance for Shuichi to get to know him in the context of the game as opposed to FTEs?

Okay, is it just me or is he trying to piss Kaito off especially right now??

NO GONTA YOU’RE TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD AND THE ABSOLUTE WRONG CHOICE TO WATCH KOKICHI

fml if Kokichi gets Gonta killed which is where I feel like this is going I will be so upset - but I feel like Kokichi won’t do it himself??? Maybe someone attacks Kokichi and Gonta puts himself in harm’s way instead and dies instead? Like, Kokichi is basically turning Gonta into a goon of his, and we all know what happens in movies and games to the henchmen of ‘Supreme Leaders’...

Honestly guys, how soon do we forget? Are we really going to let them go off together like this? The Bug Meet-and-Greet was literally just a week ago! I know a lot has happened since then, but still!

I do like that both Maki (not included) and Kaito caught on that Kokichi pulled that trick on purpose to have Gonta with him - I just wish they followed up!

On the other hand, we could just as easily get Tsumugi murdering Miu lmao. I’m telling you, if Miu shows up dead...

I didn’t need this in here but I kept it because he’s adorable like this

SHIT THAT’S RIGHT THAT’S HOW MY DOG REACTS WHENEVER HE JUMPS IN THE SNOW I-I mean don’t call Kaito a dog, Maki! That’s not very nice even if it is accurate

Man, I’m starting to wonder if Tsumugi is going to kill Miu here for real 8′D

Always a ray of sunshine, our Sweetcheeks. I’m leaning towards them having some sort of incident happen by the end of this, if not an outright murder. They’re talking too much about how the brain and senses experiencing ‘death’ and causing the body to follow suit for them not to do anything with it. I mean, I guess the exception would be if it’s talking about an overall VR experience like the last game!

So the storage room is pretty much empty and the binoculars can only see as far as the line on the map which Miu is going to explain too. Man, the more things get set up, the more convinced I am that someone isn’t going to make it to the end of the chapter...

Next K1-b0 has an interesting bit of dialogue about how there’s nothing beyond the walls of this world, and how it makes him think about the academy walls. Which... again, I think is leaning towards an apocalyptic world/space scenario? It certainly seems that way to me. It’s interesting to have him point it out though, for some reason. 8′D

I’m 99% sure that’s her default setting, but okay.

weird tangents like this is why I love shuichi

It’s like, a legitimate thing to fixate on and worry about and I totally relate to it but at the same time I’m sure he recognizes how ridiculous it sounds in his head

Isn’t that you? 8′D

oMFG WH A T

WHY ARE YOU DOING HIM WRONG LIKE THIS MIU

MAKI NO I THOUGHT YOUR ROASTING DAYS WERE FINALLY BEHIND YOU

HIMIKO I THOUGHT WE WERE BONDING EARLIER

WE WERE BONDING DAMN IT

I’m shocked that the sprite is able to capture the absolute betrayal on it face but somehow, it does

whispers this is getting its own special post

“Look at my glorious self, doing you the favour of allowing you to prostrate yourself in front of all your classmates!”

Miu you’re making a lot of enemies this chapter, including the sub (lol) protagonist. We've already had one first POV murder - do we really want another one?

That’s going to go missing at some point. If the murder happens, maybe the murderer will grab it and hide it or something?

"Oh, I’ve been lurking here for a while! But I needed some time to come up with my best masochist!Shuichi jokes and lines. You’re not going to hear the end of this for a long time, Masoichi Subhara!”

... or that. could be that too.

Hm, so I guess it’s on the other side of the map. It would be one thing of Kokichi is by himself but Gonta is with him and I trust him way farther than I’d be able to throw him and Kokichi for that matter

KAITO NO YOU’RE MAKING THINGS WORSE

OMFG SHUICHI IS JUST A COMPLETE WRECK AFTER WHAT JUST HAPPENED

And you know Kokichi is totally trying to figure out what he missed, and why all the other classmates are giving the two of them weird looks/snickering...

Oh, and now we’re finally getting to the line shown in the map.

Kokichi are you just trying to cash in some Saiouma chips because you realize how much Saimota happened when you were away with Gonta? 8′D

H-Hey don’t look at me, look at Miu! She started it!

Okay at this point I will be shocked if there isn’t a murder here or some sort of incident causing a murder in the real world.

Also Kokichi you’re way too happy about this...

What are you playing at here man???

And you! Shouldn’t you know where it is since you reprogrammed the whole thing?!?!

Miu and Kokichi are conspiring about something??? Again???

Please don’t fall for it...

..... Yikes. 8′D I-I’ll give it to him because I have a feeling his failing health and the events of last chapter regarding the occult probably have him feeling emasculated.

Yeah, seriously. So Kaito is on the roof, Kokichi is in the salon and... free for all for everything else. Uh, okay....?

IF GONTA FUCKING TURNS UP DEAD KOKICHI I SWEAR I WILL DUEL YOU IN A SHADOW GAME MYSELF duel links has upped my skill somewhat I should be able to hold my own...

Thank goodness for Tsumugi’s odd affinity for Gonta oTL

a) Maybe this is the chance for us to get to know Tsumugi a little better in-game since we’re going to explore the rest of the mansion together

b) Kaito really has no bloody idea how he and Shuichi’s relationship comes off to the rest of their classmates (or maybe he does and he’s a-okay with it)

c) MAKI......

oh no

THAT’S.... NOT..... QUITE IT.....

nothing like the sting of figuring out you’re third-wheeling

This is in no way the game trying to establish groups and/or alibis. Got it.

Left side: Kokichi, Gonta, Kaito, Shuichi, Tsumugi

Right side: Miu, Himiko, Maki, K1-b0. Alright, good to know.

I really don’t need this to be here but the fact that Kaito is so woefully oblivious and also apparently just... completely into Maki as a friend only is hilarious to me. I mean, maybe the game will push more romantic feelings on his side in the last chapter but he’s just coming off as so gung-ho about their friendship without taking it to the next level - it’s just.... so refreshing...

It’s nice to see Kaede always being in his thoughts outside of general ‘I must do this for Kaede! Inspiration via manpain!’ stuff.

FUCK YES I THINK I’M RIGHT ABOUT THE ESCAPISM SECONDARY THEME we’re finally bringing it up in nearly identical words again! sorry tsumugi things aren’t looking good for you mastermind-wise

With that said, of all people, she dismisses it herself. 8′D Maybe if the game had better graphics engine - would that be good enough for you princess???

DANGANRONPA YOU ARE DANCING ON A KNIFE’S EDGE RIGHT NOW

Man I keep dancing back and forth between the idea of her being a victim this chapter and a killer and I just... can’t... decide on one. Ugh. The only thing that keeps me from thinking she’ll be a victim is having Gonta right there, raising just as many death flags as her. I-I guess we’ll find out shortly anyway...

Meanwhile while I ramble, K1-b0 has Priorities

#Shuichi Saihara #Kaito Momota #Miu Iruma #Ryou plays drv3 #Kokichi Ouma #Kokichi Oma #Kiibo #K1-b0 #Keebo #Gonta Gokuhara #Maki Harukawa #Tsumugi Shirogane #I don't know why these are taking so long but this has been haunting my dreams and waking thoughts for the past.... week #omg it's been pretty much a week #meanwhile my #saimota #loving ass cannot be stopped #spoilers #drv3 spoilers

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Arthur/moody, lucius/moody, lupin/snape?

the brutally honest ship opinions game

Arthur/Moody: ……okay, like, I have basically no positive feelings about Alastor Moody — I mean, I feel the same need to defend him from JKR’s ableist garbage that accidentally got me in too deep with Lockhart, but we are still talking about a guy who supports using Dementors on people and apparently dngaf about what someone’s done, just send ‘em all to fucking Azkaban (GOF ch. 30, the flashback of Moody we see in the first Pensieve scene)

who thinks that the best present you could give to a kid who’s lost his parents and just watched a classmate be murdered…… is going over a photo of the First War Order and telling him about how all of them died horribly and he doesn’t ever stop to think that this might not be the best idea (OOTP)

and who is legitimately less sensitive to other people’s needs and less dismissive of people who aren’t his exact model of “useful” than a literal fucking Death Eater one of the biggest points where Barty Crouch Jr. drops character in GOF is when he takes Neville to his office and gives him a pro-Herbology pep-talk, and goes, “so, hey, Longbottom, Professor Sprout said you’re super-good at this subject, why not pursue it,” because based on the actual canon about him? The real Alastor Moody would never do something like that.

Like, he might have the moment he has with Harry and Hermione, where he goes, “so, hey, both of you could be gr10 aurors if you wanted, you should think about it” because that, from Moody, would be a compliment, and Harry and Hermione more closely fit his own ideas of usefulness, but not so much the Neville moment)

—but seriously, do you hate him or something? Why else would you even dream of shipping him with Arthur Weasley? (okay, fine, I acquiesce that there is enough of a canonical basis for some people to roll with here, and I myself have made ships out of far less…… but seriously, why would you ship anybody with Arthur Weasley. Like…… wow, rude.)

Lucius/Moody: again, I’m not on the Alastor Moody fan-train or anything, but why would you even do this. Nobody deserves to be shipped with Lucius Malfoy, like? He’s not even an entertaining villain, he’s just pathetic. He’s a sad, pathetic fantasy-fascist who gets his kicks by bullying twelve-year-olds and torturing muggles who can’t defend themselves. He’s a complete waste of character space and forcing anyone to be in a ship with him is just unfathomably cruel

Lupin/Snape: meh, whatever. Like, it’s not my thing, but… *shrugs* meh?

Like, idk what you’re looking for here, nonny, but I’m guessing, based on the other two ships, that you’re looking for me to get cranky and ship-bashy and figured that Snu//pin was a good way to get there, since there are a lot of legitimate Problems with this ship in the text

But the thing is, I’m just under 900 years old (at least in fandom terms), and I remember the days back before HBP came out, when Snu//pin was the second-most popular Remus ship (after Wolfstar, to the surprise of no one), and was, in fact, so popular that it had its own private archive and got black-listed from most rarepair comms because it, “wasn’t really rare, just less popular than D//rarry, Wolfstar, Ro//mione, Dra//mione, H//inny, and J//ily”

—I mean, there was a short stretch before OOTP where I tried to make myself like it because there was a BNF whose art I loved, and she shipped Snu//pin, so I felt like I had to be missing something obvious and cool and because I was, like, twelve, I tried to make myself ship the thing. That didn’t work and I eventually just moved on, but one thing that I recall about the Snu//pin fandom that appears to still be more or less true, based on everything I’ve seen of the present-day Snu//pin fandom?

Is that they came out about the same as the Wolfstar fandom, in terms of how many shippers ignored or made excuses for #Problematic things about the ship vs. how many shippers work those things into the overall fabric of how they ship the thing, how many shippers LIKE the ship because of those Problematic parts and having the opportunity to explore them in fiction, how many shippers actively dive head-first into exploring those parts of the ships because that’s where they find the most engaging character interactions or whatever they’re into, etc.

For examples of what I mean when I say #Problematic things about the ships:

the fact that all three of them are self-loathing [human or werewolf] disasters who are often passively suicidal and either prone to acting out on those feelings (Sirius and Severus), or prone to repressing those feelings until they explode all over some innocent bystanders (Remus)

the fact that all three of them have suffered horrific abuse in their pasts — whether from their parents or other sources — and find ways to take it out on other people (Severus on his students, Sirius on Severus and Kreacher, and Remus on almost anyone who tries to get close to him, even as he makes it seem like he isn’t doing that)

Severus outing Remus as a werewolf because he’s upset and felt like punishing someone else for it, thereby leading to Remus tendering his resignation

the fact that Sirius assuming Remus had to be the spy would’ve been at least partially based on anti-werewolf prejudices, and Sirius still clearly had at least some of those prejudices on his own, because even if Peter totally manipulated them in his favor, there had to be something there for Peter to manipulate in the first place, so???

the fact that Remus doesn’t help shit anything, in any situation ever, with his habit of trying to weasel out of any Emotionally Difficult™ conversations and his tendency to mentally spin most situations so that everyone is going to leave him in the end anyway so it’s acceptable to shut down, close himself off, and pull stunts that more or less come down to, “totally up and bailing on everyone,” which is understandable, given his backstory, but dude, that doesn’t make it okay or helpful??

basically, “literally anything about the characters as individuals, or in terms of their interactions with each other — both past and present — that could potentially cause problems for either/both/any/all of them and potentially make the relationship unhealthy (or unhealthier than it already was, in the cases of Snu//pin and Snack because…… oh boy, let’s not even act like either of those — or any ship with Sev in it, for that matter — is ever going to be ‘healthy’ by any definition)”

So, like? Is Snupin #Problematic? Yes, definitely. Are some of its shippers prone to ship it in #Problematic ways? Oh, yes, absolutely (Hell, the BNF whose art I used to like even flat-out said things like, “Sirius would never be able to be there for Remus like Snape could” and… um? Even granted that this was pre-OOTP: ummm???)

But on the whole, Snu//pin shippers aren’t actually any worse about totally ignoring and/or excusing these elements of their ship than Wolfstar shippers are (and, actually, they might be doing better than a LOT of the present-day Wolfstar fandom, since I usually don’t see any more recently made Snu//pin that doesn’t grapple with at least some of the #Problematic elements of it — they don’t always do it well, but at least they’re trying, which counts for a lot, to me, because most people don’t even try — while most Wolfstar these days flat-out ignores all the #Problematic elements of Sirius and Remus as characters, and of their relationship, in the name of what often amounts to borderline-OOC caricatured fanon nonsense, so…)

(……Look, I love Wolfstar, and I have for longer than some people on this website have been alive. But I don’t love a lot of Wolfstar shippers, which has been the case since the beginning of my Wolfstar shipping

stayed the case when HBP came out and I was all, “Hey, guys? I don’t like this BS Remus/Tonks thing either, but can we NOT erase bisexuals or treat Tonks like garbage when we’re talking about it, it’s not her fault that Molly Weasley is a meddling nosy garbage buttinski who thinks it’s her job to play matchmaker to fully-grown adults who didn’t ask and don’t want her input,”

and is still the case as I’m over here, all like, “ugh, man, at least we used to have SOME people in this fandom who enjoyed reading Wolfstar angst, now it seems like nobody cares about anything unless it’s all fluff, all the time, with absolutely no room for anything else because god forbid you ever want to write about LGBTQ characters whose lives aren’t 5,000% perfect, that obviously must mean that you’re a gross fetishistic cishet and not, for example, a neurodivergent, mentally ill lesbian survivor who feels left out by the trend towards forcing every LGBTQ person to act like we’re happy, all the time, and to act like we’re only interested in fictional LGBTQ people who are perfectly 5,000% happy all the time

“and to decry any and all depictions of LGBTQ people being UNhappy as gross fetishistic straight people garbage even when they were actually created by and for LGBTQ people, only to be misappropriated by straight people, as if there’s no way you could possibly be LGBTQ and NOT feel ~used and maligned~ by depictions of LGBTQ people that are less than 5,000% perfectly happy, even when they are being created by other LGBTQ people, yeah? ……but yeah, no, clearly: the fact that I like angst obviously means that I am a straight person because no ~real~ LGBTQ person ever has any need for those ~gross negative feelings~ or fictional outlets for them, never mind how many LGBTQ people get excluded from our narratives and spaces by this bullshit bc lmao who cares amiright. ://”)

—anyway, my motto has been and remains, “It isn’t a question of WHAT you ship, it’s a question of HOW you ship it,” so hey. Snu//pin is not my thing (it’s not even as non-shippingly interesting to me as Sirius/Severus is, because I love how much those two hate each other while unwittingly being perfect foils for each other), but I don’t actually have any desire to ship-bash it and most Snu//pin shippers are okay with me because unless they’re actually doing anything that’s harmful to anyone else, it’s not my business what they ship

That said: “Snu//pin” is still one of the worst portmanteau ship names ever and it still sounds like a deadly virus or something, but *shrugs* Whatever, it’s not the shippers’ faults that their ship members’ names don’t smush up all that nicely

#memes for ts #ask box tag #mine: replies #mine: asks #mine: hp #harry potter for ts #character disliking for ts #ship disliking for ts #mine: fandom blah blah blah #lgbtq stuff #(under the read more… it. um. kinda came up while talking about snu//pin and wolfstar. …sorry? :/)#opinions for ts #wank for ts #(probably??? like not intentionally but the answer for the snu//pin one kinda goes there so)#nonny

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