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Gliese Benral | Gliese's Hedge Maze | Present Night

If you want to know what the creatures in this drabble are, I recommend checking out @nihils-trolls's plot!

The blueblood held the shears expertly, snipping away at her hedges with sweeps of long practice. How long had she kept these? Since she was six? Five, even? 

She couldn’t quite remember how long it had been, only that she’d planted them when her eyes were still gray and her horns were maybe half the length they were now. 

Gliese heard a very dramatic scream coming from a few hedge walls over and her ears flicked irritably. Couldn’t a girl trim her plants in peace?

It didn’t sound like Zeller or Kit, so who cared. Maybe Haredad had caught an intruder.

When a yell followed it the little highblood sighed deeply and supposed she’d better go check it ou -

What the fuck was that doing here.

A shadowy black blob peeped out of her hedge, one awful green and golden eye showing. She dropped her shears on the ground with a thud and swung out her flamethrower to blast it, not caring about the damage or the smoke now rising to the sky as fire licked through the plants. 

At least she kept them well watered; it wouldn’t spread too quickly, and she didn’t have time to worry about it right now.

She whistled high and shrill for her lusus, if he was in range, but if not she’d just have to solve it herself.

Her flamethrower away again, Gliese ran toward the voice now yelling and cursing again. Her eyes crackled with orange sparks as she called ghosts to her, skeletons as well. None of her plant constructs would be good here; better things that couldn’t burn, or wouldn’t do so easily.

Now she had to hope she wouldn’t have a fucking seizure. 

At least if she did, her skeletons were instructed to preserve her at all costs.

A few burst from the ground and gave her the lift she needed to leap over the next hedge and -

-swear like the soldier she’d once been as she landed, flamethrower out again as her angry and baffled glowing eyes took in the wreckage before her.

Bigger blobs had already consumed half the plants in this area and were still eating away at them. The ground itself was riddled with puddles of black, gleaming like oil in the moonlight. 

“HEEEEELLLLLP!”

Cried a terrified voice.

Right, the troll.

She spun around and saw them; their bright red coat made it easy as they ran like hell from the biggest monster yet, but it was clear it would catch them in seconds.

Gliese opened fire on that blob, not getting all of it on her first go, but enough to slow it down, let the troll - let the troll whip out an umbrella and quickly rise up into the air with a shimmering aura of red magic as they clutched its handle. 

She grinned. Another mage.

Then she blasted at the big blob again, her skeletons and ghosts keeping the ones around her busy, but she could feel a seizure coming on. 

Ugh, it wasn’t fucking going down.

Fuck it. She had no choice. 

Gritting her teeth, Gliese pushed her psiionics further, her vision growing hazy, and the last thing she heard before she passed out was the howl of her ghosts inhabiting her skeletons, bolstering their power.

Then it all went dark.

—

She woke up in her hive.

On her couch.

Damn. How long had she been out?

She looked out the nearest window and realized not too long, the sky had barely lightened; the moons hadn’t yet set.

“Hello, I do hope this IS your hive and I didn’t just follow some skeletons that carried you into someone else’s. But I thought: big fancy mansion, blueblood, the two go together like salt and pepper. Oh, I put the fires out too, because widespread arson seemed like a bad idea.” 

She sat up and looked over, noticing the troll from before.

They didn’t have their coat on anymore, and their umbrella was nowhere to be seen.

“Say, do you know what those are? I haven’t the foggiest, but they certainly are nasty, aren’t they? Glad you came along and razed them to ashes when you did. I wish I’d known about that before.”

They nodded after saying so.

“Felt like rot to me. What kind, I’m not sure, but something along those lines. Very strange, don’t you think?”

Gliese blinked her orange eyes as they spoke, slightly surprised by how the maroon looked in just a fitted black tank top and purple skirt over black leggings. 

They were a little on the heavier side - unusual for a lowblood, though they were still more lightly built than several mid and highbloods she’d seen. They looked soft, but she saw calluses on their hands; they’d clearly labored before, were probably stronger than they looked.

They also had nice curves.

“Are you even listening to me?” They said with minor annoyance and bafflement after a brief pause, arms crossed. 

She noticed their coat had been flung on another couch and - huh, they had a blue bracelet on one wrist, only a few hues above her own.

“Yeah, yeah, I know about these things already.” The hare troll said dismissively, waving a hand.

They sputtered, and she enjoyed their shocked expression behind their big red glasses.

“Wh - why didn’t you say so at the start?” They demanded in their goofy accent. 

Seriously, they sounded like some of the characters on the shows she used to watch. It was funny, but kind of cute to listen to.

“Didn’t feel like it.” She said smugly, ears flicking.

They put a hand to their face.

“Brilliant. Brilliant! I’m dealing with someone who thinks it’s cute to waste my time! Oh, of all the luck…”

The blueblood smirked at their agitation, watching their ears flick up and down. 

“It is pretty funny. Hey, look on the bright side; I can tell you what I know.”

She paused as they sighed and took their hand away, looking at her mulishly. Then she addressed them again.

“What the fuck’s your name, anyway.”

“Crista.” They said, sullen. “What’s yours.”

“Gliese.”

“Well, miss Gliese, I hope you’re not just yanking my chain and you do know something about these little abominations.” They said irately. “I almost died out there! As you might recall.”

“Vaguely.” She said in a casual tone meant to irritate the other mage, who rewarded her with a huff and by putting their hands on their hips. 

“But yeah, I do. Friend of mine’s studying them right now, and I’ve learned the hard way to not put any magic close to them, or they’ll eat it and try to kill you getting the rest. They’re not alive, they’re not dead, they just…exist. Fucked up little things.”

“The real revelation here is that you have friends.” Muttered the lowblood grumpily, but with minimal bite, looking down at the floor. 

Gliese felt like she was being gently teethed by a scolded puppy who wanted to try gnawing at you again, but was too nervous that they might actually be kicked this time.

She smirked again. What a dork.

“Aw, try not to be too jealous. How many friends have you got?”

They squawked in protest and she laughed, which only made them squawk again.

“Enough! More than you, probably! With your charming personality and stunning gift for being a right pain in the neck!”

She grinned wider. “Wow, really laying on the flattery.”

They looked done, their hands gripping one another. “This isn’t at all important, I don’t know why I let myself get distracted…do you know anything else?”

“They have blood inside them sometimes.” She said, just as casual. “And my friend gave it a drop of godling blood to see what would happen.”

They gaped at her. “Where did they…I don’t even want to know. No! I really don’t want to know, at all. Insane. You’re both insane.”

“Hey.” She snapped. “Call me what you want, but leave Quil out of it. She’s doing her best.”

They snorted. “Fine, fine! It’s just you that’s insane, then. Happy?”

“I’ve been happier.” She quipped, flippant.

“I am weeping most tragically for you, you simply can’t tell right now.” Said Crista, sounding infinitely weary. “So what happened? With the blood?”

“Dunno. It revitalized it a bit, I think. I’ll ask Quil.”

The maroon considered that, then spoke again.

“Fire’s good against it, of course. Anything else you know of?”

“They can be contained with anti-magic stuff.” The blueblood replied, thinking of Quilis’s walls of force. “I’d stick with fire, though.”

“I see.” Sighed the lowblood. “Well! Can’t hang around, I’d best be going.”

Gliese blinked. 

“What, you don’t want to rest or anything?”

They looked at her.

“What makes you think I’m stupid enough to loiter in the hive of a blueblood I don’t know? And you’re a necromancer. I only trust one of those.”

Gliese scowled.

“If I wanted you dead, you would be.” She said scornfully, thin arms crossed. “You’re no match for me and you know it. If I was some wicked witch I’d feed you to my zombie or whatever.”

They snorted heavily, shaking their head. “Oh, she has a zombie! Wonderful. Yes, you sound more and more trustworthy by the moment. I’ll be leaving now.”

They went to put their coat back on, but before they could, the necromancer cleared her throat.

“Well, if you wanna leave without dinner…”

“You sound like you want to poison me!” Snapped the maroon, shaking their head as they (sadly for Gliese) put their coat back on and tied the waist ribbon. 

“At least try to be subtle about it.” They muttered under their breath.

The hare troll looked at the ornately painted ceiling. Maybe she was really rusty. Pity too, pitch had always been the quad she was best at.

Then she looked back down at the other mage.

“Look. I don’t want to fucking poison you, you idiot. You can watch me make the food yourself if you’re that worried. I’m trying to make up for the fact you got fucked up on my property. Why the hell would I have helped you just to kill you now?”

“Don’t ask me why I think bluebloods will act like bluebloods, miss, we’d be here til the sun came up.” Crista said wearily. 

Their ears flicked as they considered it, then they sighed and took their coat off again.

“Fine, since you’re so insistent. I won’t say I’m not a bit peckish. But I am going to watch you make it.”

She grinned. “Sure, sure. Hope you like vegetarian.”

They raised their thick eyebrows.

“Depends on the dish. Please tell me there will be dessert.”

She paused. “Do fruit bars count?”

Crista groaned.

“You’re killing me.”

She smirked. 

“Relax, I have dark chocolate if you’re that desperate. Just don’t take a lot of it, it’s usually for my moirail.”

“Rest assured I shan’t.” They said wryly, and the blueblood laughed as she turned away to walk to her kitchen, Crista shaking their head as they followed.

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[ephemeralove]

In one city, public opinion on how a handful of newly-caught ruffians should be punished appears to be split. One group calls for their execution, since two of the men on trial have been blamed for robbery and arson, but others believe that death is too good for the likes of them. On the day of their execution, there’s a riot in the city. Will you join it or will you watch until the fires burn out?

Mission: to quell the unrest leading up to and during the execution of two criminals, allowing it to go smoothly. Apply force if necessary, but as little as possible.

An order from the church that her liege's hands have never touched, though it will reflect poorly on him all the same if she defies them. Among those who have ever commanded her he is the outlier, and that is just why he is the one she holds in the highest; and that is just why it is so important to her that she handles this well.

Brows scrunch together, perplexed. His gentleness and insight are far beyond her ken, but if she had to guess what he would say... she thinks he might smile vaguely and say he trusts her judgement -- altogether uplifting, worrying, and of little help in the moment.

Because this is not justice as she knows it. For the crimes of robbery and arson-- information she had to acquire for herself-- it is the people who cry out that death is too generous a punishment for them. How funny, that: it was perfectly suited to an assassin, a murderer, yet not terrible enough for the hands of those not yet stained with blood. So the people said.

...Ah. She releases her grip on her wrist, leaving angry crescents in a stripe along the bone. Her gaze turned up once more, she sees a boy in the same uniform making ready to slip away into the shadow. Quite expertly, too; his only downfall is that the cloth that makes them is not so different -- not in this regard, at least.

"...Um..." There is no condemnation in his voice -- only a quiet curiosity. "...Where are you going?"

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@expertly-handled-arson Continued ;;

                          Though a bead of sweat showed on the side of his face, he didn’t back down from Bakugo. “I meant it when I said I wasn’t going to be pushed around anymore.” He told him. Though his gaze briefly went to his hand before rematching with red orbs.

[lucrhix-blog]

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“AT LEAST YOUR WIFE AND SON LOVE ME.”

“Of course Inko loves you, she saw you when you were a little baby, mooning people because you wouldn’t wear your diaper. I’ve seen the pictures.”

[aquanna-alight]

Aquanna totally doesnt have an All-Might charm attached to a string on a stick.

And she absolutely isnt excitedly bouncing it around to play with big brother Bakugo.

“Do you wanna play, kitty??”

@expertly-handled-arson

[crxckedxce]

From behind came the sound of loud purring and rubbing. The cat-eared blonde walking up to curl long warm arms around his Sho and purr endlessly.

Cat...ears...?

Sho twists to look at his boyfriend, confused for a moment before he just smiles. He reaches to pull the other to his front so he can hug him, snuggling his face into the unruly blonde hair and listening to the comforting purring noise. 

“Hey Gorgeous.” 

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“THEN LET ME SNIFF YOU, JACK ASS.”

        “HELL NAW! AND IF I HAPPEN TA’ SMELL SMOKEY, HOW’RE WE SURE IT AIN’T JUST YOUR EXPLOSIONS’ FAULT?!”        

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Too late, get the broom.

She grabs him by the collar of his shirt, dragging him into the janitor’s closet and slamming him against the door. “What the heck, Bakugou!? Why are you telling Deku all of that stuff!? It’s not necessary and it’s embarrassing!”

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@midorihero @expertly-handled-arson

“ok you two it has come to my attention you both seem to have a harem....you tell ol all might if any of these people give you trouble cause i’ll smash their teeth in for you both if they hurt either of you!”

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“You’re not allowed to leave…no I don’t care that it was only five minutes!”

@expertly-handled-arson

      “Okay, okay! I mean, all you had to do was ask, dude. I don’t mind staying for a little bit longer if you want me to.” He’ll just flop back onto the bed, no leaving for him, no sir.

[notasmighty-a]

At around 7:30pm, he was praying the teacher was in his office or anywhere in the building. Heavy fist came down on the wood door as he fought back tears while staring at his phone. 12 missed calls, countless messages. "ALL MIGHT!"

It was one of the few nights that Toshi was staying over at the dorms. He tried to give his boys plenty of space, but a long time after this, he was going to be glad he had been here this particular night.

Opening his door to find the very distraught, pink-haired boy, he said, “Young man... It’ll be okay...”

Putting his hands on his shoulders, he said, “Now, take a deep breath and tell me how I may help.”

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“Here, take this L too.”

“L is for loser, so you might wanna keep that.”

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@expertly-handled-arson Continued ;;

                         His real name off his lips was unsettling-- almost disgusting. He wanted to be called Deku again-- despite how it meant. He wanted the pain to stop but he enjoyed the affection what came with it. He wasn’t a victim-- Kacchan did this because he loved him. It was just his way of showing love.

                           “C-Can we have lunch?” He asked him shakily. He didn’t feel like himself anymore-- he had to ask permission for everything he wanted or needed. He even had to ask to go to class-- which was usually a yes so no one would suspect anything.