#chapter: 350

[everykarin]

[tenthousandyearsx]

“Sung Hyunjae-ssi." A true caregiver. Or, just a caregiver. "I love you.” [...] Sung Hyunjae drew a short breath. "…Han Yoojin-gun. Yoojin-ah.” “No matter how you change, it's okay. No matter which path you take, it doesn’t matter. Just as long as it’s what you want. If you want to live, then live." And I, too, wished for that. An invisible power moved, gently surrounding both me and Sung Hyunjae. [...] “I love you, is it?” Sung Hyunjae's hair moved very slightly. For a moment, it seemed to glint like silver. “You noticed, right? The keyword.” “To some extent.” Of course, he knew. “In the beginning, you used to say it sometimes, to me as well.” “Yes, I tried.” “But after a certain point, you stopped. [...] You didn’t even joke about it.” “Well, it’s not something you say easily.” Going around saying “I love you” here and there isn’t quite right. “Isn’t it the opposite?” “Pardon?” “A keyword for saying it easily. As a caregiver, it’s a sentiment you should express more than anyone.” “…Ah.” “But it ironically makes you reluctant to say it.” Saying “I love you” isn’t bad. In fact, it’s a phrase that’s good to say a lot. It wouldn’t hurt to say it habitually every morning and evening. If it’s sincere, it’s a pleasant thing to hear repeatedly. “You��re right. Actually, it’s not a word to feel embarrassed about. Wait, wait!” “I love you, Yoojin-ah.” I screamed instinctively. Goosebumps ran all over my body. “No, I still can’t handle it! I need an adjustment period, ten years at least!” Sung Hyunjae chuckled as he watched me jump up. [...] “I assume there was a restriction about revealing the keyword as well.” “As sharp as ever. But now, I’m free from the system’s influence. The system’s restrictions are more like conditions for guiding, aren’t they?” [...] Now, I no longer had the system or skill window. [...] “The ‘I love you’ I said earlier was more a way to convey my feelings clearly than a keyword.” That you’re precious to me, and that I want to help you achieve what you desire.

– The S Classes that I Raised – Chapter 853

[madokamanga]

[alice-the-kittycat-yt]

Fucking damnit.

Today must've been a fucking art day for me.

Time for my digital art to disappear for a week again. Adios!

[dendriticheep]

I love the detail here-- how the rings dig and tug at his skin. I love this panel, one of my favorites

[calyroco]

Gotta say, now that I'm finally reading Moby dick following years of just social media/pop culture osmosing the premise into my mind, Moby Dick is feeling less like the story of a passionate feud between a bloodthirsty whale and a man who wants vengeance on it and more like the story of how Ishmael really loves his job while his boss just so happens to beef with a legendarily strong whale

[feuer-bluete]

Having never played rdr1, switching from Arthur to John was hard and it took me about 100hours just to get used to him and another 100 to grow fond of him. But now he is my special boy just like Arthur. 🧡

[ghoulish-art-tendencies]

reading stephen kings IT is whiplash because one moment its ultra serious and like talking about murders the next richie is calling eddie cute??? pinching his cheeks???

[allamericanb-tch]

going to finish atyd today pray for me guys 🙏

[everysuigetsu]

[everykarin]

[tenthousandyearsx]

He looked back at me. Our eyes met. His eyes were a deep golden color, like the electric currents wrapped around his body. He was a dazzlingly beautiful man, with striking eyes that blended naturally, not overpoweringly. I swallowed dryly, instinctively. [...] I looked at Sung Hyunjae again. He was indeed strikingly handsome. [...] With that handsome face, how many people has he charmed by now? [...] "Um, is there anyone else here? Someone about this tall, with faded hair, golden eyes, and annoyingly handsome—like really, impossibly handsome."

– Han Yoojin, every five seconds after losing his memories of SHJ and meeting him again

[sokkathebluewolf]

Preview: Gladiator Chapter 350

After escaping with her daughters and Song, Azula is uneasy aboard the Barge, unsettled by the memories the place evokes. As she sits by the window at night, writing another letter for Sokka, the Princess experiences a new, vivid vision...

Sokka awakens after a new connection with Azula. His heart is not the only one to find a smidge of peace that day: new developments in Katara and Aang's relationship indirectly influence Kino, as he draws closer to Yue... to the chagrin of a certain highly-ranked waterbender in the Northern Water Tribe.

Read Gladiator HERE or HERE

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[heybabybird]

guys I'm an ORV reader now

[tiredafel]

im staring at the last work of the seven devils series with Dread and Exhaustion because,,, how do i do the ending??? how do i finish it??

[thesakuragarnet]

His Ocean Eyes (first chapter)

Disclaimer: This is just the first chapter! The full fic is ongoing and is posted to AO3! Link will be posted below.

FULL FIC IS 18+ ONLY!

Summary: Dusk is just another outcast. Just another child for Ujiko to exploit once she reaches her full potential. The only difference between her and the others is that she's been plotting her escape since children started disappearing one by one. When the mysterious boy who's been asleep for three years wakes up, allowing her to break free, how will her life change now that she finally has someone she can count on?

Tags: Dabi X Female OC, MHA CH350 spoilers, swearing, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, smut (as of right now, there is no smut published in the fanfiction), canon-typical violence and Dabi-typical body horror, alternate canon, found family, slow burn until it isn't

Word Count: 2,048 words for the first chapter (full fic word count is unknown as it is ongoing)

AO3 link

Chapter 1: Runaways

“HE’S AWAKE! HE’S AWAKE!”

I can hear the children shrieking at the top of their lungs as they run by my room, and I jolt up in the small cot as the thin hospital gown clings to my lithe form. My name is Dusk Ryuuzaki, and I am fourteen years old with green eyes and pale skin. My dirty blonde hair hangs in my face, hiding my eyes like it has most of my life as I exhale upward, blowing the strands out of the way so I can see. My hair is long ; I’ve always been told to cut it, but I’ve never wanted to. I’ve been in this hospital for almost two years. I was twelve when Sensei “rescued” me and brought me here. I was living on the streets for only a day after my Quirkless parents threw me out. My Quirk is…complicated. I can painlessly transform myself into a dragon, yet the senses stay with me at all times. I have increased vision, sense of smell, sense of hearing, strength, and agility. Furthermore, I can breathe fire for about a full minute before it starts to hurt my throat. My Quirk times out in hour intervals, but they’ve gotten lengthier as I've gotten older. I’ve been practicing with the other children, honing our Quirks during our time at the hospital. Every now and then, one kid will disappear, never to be seen again. Sensei’s flower-faced friend assures us that they found a good home, but…I have to admit…things seem…suspicious. The one thing I’ve learned: don’t ask questions. Anyone who asks questions goes missing. Anyone who defies even the slightest order goes missing. Anyone who gets… too good at their abilities goes missing. So, I’ve swallowed my pride by deliberately messing up, taking careful note of every potential exit. I wanted to leave. I didn’t feel safe anymore. I decided to mask my curiosity. That is…except for my curiosity about the boy who just woke up. 

He’d been in a coma for three years. Whenever we received breaks, the children would crowd around him, poking and prodding at him, wondering when he would wake up. They said the surgery took days; his skin was so badly burned that the doctor had to transplant practically all of it. Rumors circulated that he was some kind of Frankenstein's monster, but he didn't seem very monstrous to me. He seemed…peaceful…in an exhausted way. Oh, to be asleep for three years dreaming one’s life away. It sounds like a dream come true.

My bare feet hit the cold tile as I run down the hallway toward the large playroom. I stop dead in my tracks when I look through the open door to see the flower-faced friend speaking to him…and Sensei’s voice speaks through the computer screen in the playroom. I can’t see the boy…I can definitely hear him arguing with Sensei…no one ever argues with Sensei. 

“No way…am I getting trained by anyone else.” 

The voice is raspy and harsh, and the specific timbre chills my ears in a way that only particular sounds resonate. 

“Well, you see. I’m afraid…we can’t let you do that,” Flower-faced ‘friend’ mutters, and, suddenly, his sunshine face contorts into an eldritch horror of a scowl. 

‘This is what happens before the kids disappear.’

Flower-face lunges forward, and I watch as the kid dives beneath his legs, sliding and pushing himself to his feet as he breaks into a sprint, looking over his shoulder and not paying attention. 

SLAM! THUD!

I cry out briefly as he runs right into me, knocking me over as we both fall to the ground. That’s when I see his eyes for the first time. 

This boy has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen; they're the most brilliant mix of sapphire and turquoise, like staring into the ocean itself. There’s no time to admire him; I can already hear Flower-face turning around. 

“Get off me!” He shouts, shoving himself up as I jump to my feet, brushing off my gown. 

“ You ran into me !” I retort before he starts running down the hall without a sideways glance. 

“HEY!” I call after him; I know he’s running in the wrong direction. “COME BACK!” 

I turn the corner and see him panicking at the dead end, staring up at the green and white checkered walls as if he’s about to have some sort of mental breakdown. He pulls at his hair, and, I swear his skin looks like it’s smoking. 

“Hey, hey. This way! I know how to get out of here!” I call, waving him forward as I steal a glance over my shoulder. Flower-face slowly trudges down the hallway like a zombie; it’s like some kind of scene out of Stephen King.

“You’re just a stupid girl. What do you know?” he suddenly blurts, and my eyes narrow. 

“Well, this stupid girl , is gonna get us both out of here. Are you in or do you wanna go to whatever fresh hell they have planned for us?” I snap, and he groans dramatically before dashing toward me. I run down the hall as I process the map I’d drawn in my head. Right as he catches up to me, I take a sharp left, using my draconic strength to break through the locked double doors as I force all of my body weight into the shove. 

“Whoa,” the kid mutters under his breath as he follows me, and we burst into the courtyard. They only let us out here at night, but what I hadn’t considered was the enormous electric fence and barbed wire above the pillars. 

“SHIT!” I hiss under my breath, and the boy raises his eyebrows. 

“What do you mean shit ?! I thought you said you could get us out of here!” He screams, and a spark of anger flares in my chest. 

“I CAN! LET ME THINK!” I shout back, and, suddenly, a sizzling sound creeps through the air; the boy’s tone shifts from rage to sheer terror. 

“NO! NO! NO!” he stammers, and I realize that his skin is literally smoking. 

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” I stammer, registering the fear on his face. 

“Get back! I don’t wanna hurt you!” he stutters, “Get away!” 

Before I can blink, brilliant azure flames pour down his arms, leaping directly through the open double doors as they start to spread up the enormous compound. Within a few seconds, the flames only lick at his hands, and his eyes well with tears, only for them to evaporate within seconds. The blue flames remain in his palms as he thrashes his hands about.

‘He can’t control his Quirk.’ 

“HEY!” I shout, braving the heat and stepping closer as I shield my eyes from the blinding blue light. 

“STAY BACK!” He screams; it’s a sound of pure anguish and confusion. 

“HEY! I CAN HELP!” I snap, and, in a few steps, I’m right beside him. He looks at me like I’ve gone utterly insane. Another Quirk I inherited from my grandparents; my skin is fireproof. 

I carefully take his hands in mine, pressing until our palms touch, and a faint hissing sound pierces the sky above the roaring flames in the hospital buildings. His eyes widen, staring into mine as if I’m some sort of alien life form. 

“What…Who are you?” He stutters, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks as I stare up at him. He’s about half a foot taller than me, and his white hair is dusted with ash as the building continues to burn. 

“Dusk Ryuuzaki. My Quirk is Fire Dragon; it’s three in one. That’s how. And…who are you ?” I smile, and he gulps as I release his hands, staring at his slightly singed palms. 

“Touya. Touya Todoroki,” He stutters, and I nod. 

‘Even his name sounds beautiful.’ 

“Nice to finally meet you. Now. If we’re going to get out of here-”

‘I CAN FLY US OUT! It’ll just be a little embarrassing…I need Support Gear clothes like that dragon hero.’ 

“How are we getting out? I’ve torched our only other exit?!” He exclaims, scratching his arm, and I slowly walk behind the lone tree in the courtyard. 

“I said my Quirk is Fire Dragon. Do the math, Todoroki,” I snicker as I hide from him and, in one smooth motion, slip out of my gown. I ball it up and throw it around the tree straight for him.

“WHY ARE YOU GETTING NAKED?” He shouts, and I laugh. 

“Oh, grow up. I don’t want to not have clothes whenever we get where we’re going. Can you hold onto that for me?” I call out as I begin to activate my Quirk. Painlessly, the change occurs; my skin turns over into dark purple scales, and my hair turns silver and forms a spiky ridge down my neck and two curved horns on my head, and a pair of silver wings sprout out of my back. As I’ve gotten older, my dragon form has gotten larger. I should be as big as Ryukyu when I’m an adult. Right now, I’m as big as a horse. I emerge from behind the tree, and Touya’s blinks, processing what just happened. 

“Get on! We’re getting out of this place,” I growl, my voice coming out in a gravelly garble. He hesitates for a second, stealing one last glance at the blazing blue before hefting himself onto my back. 

“Hold on to the spikes on my neck! It’s gonna be rough! I’ve never flown with anyone before,” I mutter. 

“You wha- AHHHHH! SHIT!” He screams as I take to the air, flapping as hard as I can. He’s not too heavy, but it’s still like I have some cumbersome random weight on my back. He clings to my neck for dear life as I sail into the night sky. 

“I’m gonna be sick,” He groans. 

“If you puke, don’t get it on me,” I snort as I glide through the fog. 

“Okay, I’m okay. I’m okay,” He slurs slowly, and I can feel his staggered breathing on the back of my neck. 

“So…where…where should we go?” I ask as I steal a glance over my shoulder at him. 

“I…I need to go home. I need to apologize to my family,” He murmurs quietly, and I cock my head. 

“For what?” I pry, but he chews his bottom lip as he traces his hands over the lines on his face and neck from where they transplanted skin. 

“I…don’t wanna talk about it,” He sighs. 

“Well…where is home for you?” I yawn, and Touya sits up straighter. 

“Suburban Musutafu. Do you know where that is?” He asks. 

‘That’s where I used to live.’

“Yeah,” I mutter, and Touya pokes at the back of my neck. I look over my shoulder back at him once more; his cheeks glow a dull shade of pink in the moonlight. 

“Hey, uh. Thanks…for…all that…back there. I know we just met but…I…I appreciate it,” He stutters, and I smile. 

“Well…thanks for trusting me to get us out. I don’t know how much longer I would’ve let myself rot in there,” I remark as I return my attention to the horizon. 

…

Touya’s been in the house for longer than he should’ve. He said he’d go inside, touch base with his family, and then they’d help me get home…I hadn’t told him that I didn’t even have one anymore. I'd already stopped using my Quirk and pulled the ratty hospital gown back on; I'm gonna need to find some real clothes to steal.

Wordlessly, Touya slips out of the back door, stalking back to me with his hands balled up into fists as tears stream down his face. 

“Touya?” 

“They thought I was dead. They thought I was dead…and nothing changed…,” He mutters to himself. I wouldn’t know anything about what he was referring to until later. He wipes away his tears. 

“I guess, now, I’ll help get you home. Where is that for you?” He sniffs, staring at the ground. 

“Nowhere,” I say without missing a beat. His eyes lift up to meet mine. 

“Nowhere?” He echoes my words with a pitch at the end. 

“Nowhere.”

His lips curl into a sad smile. 

“Well…we both live nowhere now.”