#guess who watched it again and thought of this stupid crossover

[frenchublog]

Life’s flashing through your eyes ?

[scare-ard--sleigh]

also saying this is so earnest that it makes me wanna vom but i like,,,, miss being in a fandom where people like my ocs as much as i do wwweehhh

[averagetmntfan]

Portals gone wrong!

(“The 4 servants Au” & “time beats a dead man Au” ((collab w/ @mikey-rottmnt)) Crossover fic!)

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tbadm universe, 11:38 am.

“Well, shit. We’re screwed.” Bendy slumped, watching koi pace back and fourth in the tent.

“I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT! I SWEAR I WROTE IT ON MY PHONE!!” Koi panicked, running his hand through his fluffy hair.

“well I mean, shouldn’t you know this kind of stuff? Since ur Mugs boyfri-“

“SHSHSH!!” He put a firm grip on bendys shoulders.

“Keep your voice down, dude!”

“Ok, ok! Jeez! js let go of me, please.”

Koi Immediately retracted his hands away. his face looked strained, as his body shook ever so slightly. He had no idea what to get his partner for his birthday. Which was today.

clearly, he wasn’t great at hiding it either. Because as soon as bendy got a look at him, he knew immediately.

“Look, if you’re so worried on what to get him. Why not ask cup?”

Bendy suggested

“HE’LL JUST LAUGH AT ME! OR GET MAD AT ME!!” Sweat was pouring down his face, making him look like he just got out of a pool.

“Okay, okay!! Fine!! just, chill. I’ll ask him for ya-“ He hopped of the cot, walking out of the tent. As koi watched in horror, he lays on his sleeping bag, getting lost in his thoughts.

As he stared as the ceiling of the tent. He saw an orange spark. Immediately, he blinked. And the spark was gone.

‘I must me imagining things.’

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T4S Universe, 11:38 am.

Mikey groans, laying flat on the couch. His whole head pounding with pain.

His mouth throbbed, his teeth hurt, and his tongue was sore. All because of those stupid braces.

he couldn’t even eat anything! That’s how bad his mouth hurt. He still didn’t understand why he needed braces in the first place. His teeth looked okay to him, anyway.

He wanted to just..scream and cry. But his eyes were dry, and his voice was weak. He had no idea how to even feel right now.

“you okay, Angie?” Leo asked, slowly leaning on his baby brother.

..riiiight, his brothers came home early to “comfort him”

“No, my mouth hurts like shit.”

He said, slumping even further in his sweater.

“Leo, ur not making it better.” Donnie commented, smirking ever so slightly at his phone.

Leo gave him an annoyed glare, before turning his attention back to Mikey.

they all go silent, js watching another Jupiter Jim movie. When suddenly..

“Mikey..W-Why’re you glowing?”

Raph jolts up, looking at his lightbulb of a brother.

The twins turn their attention to their little brother. Leo stares at Mikey in disbelief. Sure, it wasn’t an impossible event, but he never expected it from his own brother!!

Suddenly, a glowing orange spark awoken from the floor. Soon getting bigger, and bigger. And within seconds..

The portal had swallowed them whole.

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Tbadm universe, 12:30 pm.

ah yes, the sound of a peaceful brunch. The birds chirped, the sun shined. It was almost perfect!!! “GIVE IT BACK!!!”

“NO!! I FOUND IT FIRST!!!! I WANNA EXAMINE IT!!”

“YOU’RE GONNA HURT IT!!”

..almost, perfect. The chipmunks siblings were fighting again. Typical siblings, battling over what seemed to be a rare species of caterpillar? Interesting. But one thing was for sure…

This was giving vins a serious question about her life choices. Are her and cup doing the right thing? should they..not? What would everyone think? As if on que, a thump had hit the ground. Actually, it was Multiple thumps. Repeatedly!! Mugs was the first to react. Well, if u call screaming and jumping to Koi’s arms a reaction…

“ughhhh..” The strange creature groaned, starling nearly everyone.

“WHAT ARE THOSE?!?” Mugs yelped, holding onto koi tightly.

“Excuse you, teakettle!! We are turtles, clearly.” One of the other creatures said. As raph was getting himself up, he was shown down by a tall figure. Taller them him, that’s for sure. “Alright, buddy. Start explainin’, who you, and your little goons are.” Cup demanded, Looking dead serious. (As usual, I guess-)

“Look uh..sir? We don’t want any trouble-“

“YES WE DO!! FIGHT ME YOU COWARD!!” Mikey shouted, raising a fist in the air

The crew awkwardly stare at the littlest one. Bendy snickers ever so slightly. I think these 2 would get along just fine!!..if Boris let him get closer then 18 feet away.

“wait- soo, how’d you all get here?? No one rlly just..comes to the middle of the forest..” koi gently placed his love down, now resting a hand on his hip.

the brothers proceed to look at eachother, then all their eyes fall upon mikey.

“great question, why don’t we ask the damn lightbulb, eh mike?” Leo stood up, crossing his arms in disappointment and blame. Starring daggers at his lil bro.

“OH, SO ITS MY FAULT I MAGICALLY STARTED GLOWING?!” Mikey shouted, making this nearly more awkward for our beloved crew of cartoons. “Ok, how about we all just..calm down, okay?” Vinnie suggested, standing between the 2 turtles.

“whaaaaat is even happening right now??” Donnie whispered, moving ever so slightly to his older bro.

“honestly? I have no idea, don.” He whispered back. This one definitely in top 5 weirdest shit any Of them have ever been in. And ohoho boy, was it just gonna get weirder and weirder from here…

MASTERPOST NEXT

You have no idea how long this took to make..

I was gonna put drawings in here too, but I couldn’t draw one thing and then another, then…I ran out of motivation.

But maybe eventually, I’ll go back and add drawings :]

[girl4music]

So I’ve just watched ‘I Will Remember You’ for the very first time. Oh boy… where do I even fucking start?

I thought I would never have to endure Bangel in this show at any point. But there was Bangel alright… Bangel and all of what that tragic dynamic entails. I really shouldn’t be surprised since I’m sure a Buffy/Angel crossover was highly anticipated at the time. But almost every issue I have with them was pretty much supersized to the max. I don’t even know where to begin in trying to explain all of what I want to say.

Let’s start with the one-sided decision making because that’s the thing that’s bothering me the most right now. Couples in a loving relationship full of trust and respect and maturity do not make decisions for their partner without consulting their partner. Doesn’t matter what the reason or circumstance is - full awareness and informed decision from both partners is required before any decision making that affects the both of them and their relationship happens.

Cue my Angel/Willow parallels: *after wiping her memories of fighting so that they wouldn’t fight* (actually this a very similar situation. Ugh. Least the sex is consensual this time. This is a plus I guess.)

WILLOW: “I just wanted to make things better. Better for us.”

TARA: “But you don’t get to decide what is better for us, Will. We’re in a relationship. We’re supposed to decide together.”

Angel made 2 - TWO - major decisions in this episode without informing Buffy. Without talking to her once, without even leaving her notice that he would be okay or why he wasn’t in bed when she woke up yet again!

He told Cordelia and Doyle. But he never told Buffy. Madness. And the fact he claims it’s out of love and that she is important to him why he didn’t do it. It may just be the woman in me talking that’s feeling sympathy for Buffy but this dude truly is infuriating.

“How can we be together if the cost is your life, or the lives of others?”

HELLO … that’s every fucking day! You both will eventually die and so will the rest of the world. This idiot is so consumed by his self-sabotaging guilt that he can’t even see for one second how that is such flawed logic. He was human and he was happy. She was still the Slayer but she is human and happy. I mean what the fuck? And excuse me…, but why is it he is the only one who was allowed to remember it? Framing it as some kind of self-sacrificial heroics when it really was just plain stupid and selfish. There wasn’t even a guarantee anything would go wrong. There was just a chance it might. Which it would anyway. And he took that as fact like the impulsive act-and-ask-questions-later brooding sad boy he is.

I understand the risk but the risk doesn’t outweigh the reality because the risk will always be there regardless of what they do or don’t do together. I wanted to root for them now that Buffy is an adult but it’s evident Angel just isn’t good for Buffy either as a human or vampire just because he says and believes it. In much the same way as Buffy does not allow herself love or happiness or normality or forgiveness in her own show, neither does he in his own show.

I don’t know if I’m articulating any of this well. I’m just so fucking frustrated by what I’ve just watched. I’m just venting my emotions on it at the moment. My perspective might be subject to change once I’ve got passed the emotional stage and processed my thoughts and got full information on the details.

The rest is just too much for me to analyze right now. Why put me through that? That was bloody painful! They could have had a life of happiness and freedom and humanity together. An actual future with each other. And he chose to full speed reverse out of it without a word to his girlfriend he loves oh so much.

[shurawerewolf]

Looking through my old screenshots I came across this old 2018 tweet of a Barchie fan

Bare in mind, this is 2018. Around season 2, more or less.

Not to mention the COUNTLESS asks in the ask boxes of my fellow Bughead blogs here on Tumblr, such as @edgarsabandonedrocketship @stillhidden @i-know-you-can @middleagedresidentofriverdale @bugheadsfangirl and many others that promised us that "ratings and viewers will skyrocket with Barchie".

Mh.

So.

Let's look at the numbers, shall we?

These are the ratings and viewers during the Bughead/Varchie era:

Season 1

Remember that the season was the first one, so nobody knew what the show was or what was the mood or anything. Keeping this in mind, it still did pretty good.

Season 2

This season was objectively the best one, stable at 1 million viewers average, with minor downsides.

Season 3

Objectively this season is the most irregular one, but still did pretty good considering the madness of it, keeping the show between 1 million and 800k viewers (with minor downsides, again).

Season 4

Here too we can see that the decline was relatively normal, if not for two episodes: 4x12 which was a Katy Keen crossover episode (which, spoiler, nobody gave two shits) and the infamous 4x17 which lost 110k viewers in one week (plus the trama was leaked so everybody knew and didn't bother to watch). But everybody definitely hated the Barchie kiss (go check the reviews if you don't believe me. Plus it was another stupid musical so... draw your conclusions)

Season 5

Now... I guess there's no need to describe what you're seeing here right? The show declined again, yes. But in the span of one season it lost 45% of it's viewers. Just look from season 4 première to season 5 première. And remember that 5x04 can be considered another "première", because it was first episode after the time jump, but again the show started hemorraging viewers. With barely more than 300k viewers watching the infamous finale.

Season 6

And now. The famous season 6. The supernatural season. We're again seeing another huge decline. Another 45% decline in viewers. The second in the span of 2 years. That should tell you something. Not to mention that, this time, for the first time, the season finale is the less viewed episode. I wonder if the (already) trifling audience got spoilers beforehand. Mmmm 🤔

So... To summarize. Since Barchie happened, the views and the viewers dropped by 45% two times in two years and now the show that made roughly 1/2 million viewers now can't barely go over 200k anymore.

Thus I wonder... where's the horde of Barchie fans that was promised and who would have saved Riverdale? Where's the "increased ratings" that Barchie fans anticipated back in 2018. I can't see them. Quite the opposite, in fact.

The ship that was thought would have saved Riverdale actually sinked the show.

As my old friend Jughead would say

[fangs-claws-paws]

Ranting

Just wanna put a bunch of petty, angry thoughts down somewhere.

99% is gonna be Warhammer 40k cuz dear god have some things been bothering me for a bit!

I honest to god care so little about the primarchs it is insane. Like I don't hate them, nor do I think they're bad, and I do genuinely like some of them. My problem is most writing and anything specific has to do with 'omg konrad so hot!' or 'magnus is bae!' p much insert any primarch there and its the same thing. And I just sit there with a grimancing smile cuz I just don't care for them like that, they're interesting characters in their plots, but I don't feel any sort of obsession or compulsion to write more about them, their story is told in the setting and that's good. I really don't want to read the 200th shipping piece about them with each other or insert guilliman/yrvaine, or primarch/self-insert, they are nothing to me. I care leaps and bounds more about the space marine's themselves, more about their loyalty to their primarchs and how that makes many do things they never would have done otherwise. Like the butchers nail in the world eaters, stuff like that. But at least on AO3 fanfiction its so rare it might as well not exist.

I guess bold words coming from the writer of the horniest/most fucked up space marine fan fic on the site. But I am allowed to bitch.

Other thing I hate with AO3 warhammer fanfiction, though looks more general, is the fixation with cross-over writing. Like there at least 10 fics there that are warhammer 40k crossover with my hero academia of all things. Let alone the 50+ fandom crossover fics that are a chore to scroll past due to the length of their tags (thankfully that's mostly reduced thanks to the tag limit AO3 had to enforce). None of them offer anything new, or interesting, or really anything I find worthwhile to read. Most can be boiled down to 'we took academia characters and hastily jammed them in roles of the primarchs' or something else just as uninspired. and again, like you do you, but it's miserable having to scroll through most fics and except for maybe 1 or 2 they are all pretty much the same thing with different window dressing.

Also wish there wasn't a treat of woobifying chaos. Acting like they're secretly the real good guys. Aside from being resoundingly not based in canon even remotely, it removes why I love chaos so much. I'm not a fan of chaos cuz I think they'll make everything right, I'm a fan cuz they just wanna watch everything burn and do horrific shit. Maybe I am tired of being nice, maybe I do wanna go ape shit! That's the appeal, the catharsis of being something so horrific and beyond good, and loving every step of the way.

Also not a huge fan of the new thing being hating space marines as boring generic action heroes, which I do kinda get bc GW loves using them as poster boys. But I dunno, I've just related to space marines more than the guardsmen. Not that I've ever been in war or some of the horrors they face. But when I relate is the isolation and seperation from the average human, like I loved reading in one of the Ahriman books how a space marine sat in a human chair and how it struggled to not shatter, how it made at least me aware how the world is not designed for them. They're children who were taken at an extremely young age and honed into weapons to be wielded, and I love when we're reminded that they kinda still are and how they're dehumanized by the Imperium. While space marines get along decently with each other, they struggle to understand the average human, how technically they're still emotionally children who have been given extremely dangerous weapons. That despite being angels of death for the imperium some humans still see them as freakish mutants that are barely tolerable only because they are weapons.

Like I know its extremely childish of me, but I do feel a little upset, annoyed, etc when space marines get parodied as obnoxious, stupid, hyper-masculine action hero jokes. Like 'oh ho ho! Bad ass space marines have to have their cybernetics tended to by humans, just proves regular humans are so superior to dumb marines!' Like yeah, but do you not see how it can also reflect the level of trust these dehumanized potentially deeply repressed traumatized individuals have to have that they allow select humans to help them with their disability, something that space marines shouldn't have, at least according to propaganda. Or how war can irreperably change even someone who is now seen as a tool, or that space marines are seen as just as replaceable as the cybernetics that they are augmented with. LIke IDK, maybe I see too much of myself in fictional superhuman dudes, but it irks me to have them only be seen as either just cool (which I tolerate infinitely more) or as something that must be constantly parodied and treated as something to be derided as pathetic masculine fantasy (which I detest)

[moonstone27ls]

Chucky season 3, ep 4

Spoiler warning...

Now....

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Thats about it... I mean I don't think there's a LOT a lot to talk about....

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Sooo... Chucky's old/dying. And that last attempt didn't work. Is this the final season?o3o I dunno just wondering, not judging. Just curious, cause we've gotten over the writers' strike but the actors' is still going on. I know studios will chop a show rather than wait/or negotiate

I'll only be disappointed there won't be a Chucky/Freddy crossover. I feel like this show missed an opportunity to have Freddy (since I think Robert Englund officially retired).

I... feel REALLY sorry for the White House family ironically. The big brother actually wanted to feel like a normal teen and have friends. The poor baby brother is so manipulated that its just like Andy level sad. Cause you know Chucky once told baby Andy that he was sent from his father (from Heaven). And that scene were the father was chasing what he thought was his son. I dunno you could see that sliver of hope in the father, even if it was scaring him, to see his deceased child.

Uhhh... soo Tiffany is using voodoo to get out. Not shocked, just feel like the show is stretching how its used for a minute. But I'm just nitpicking for a bit. Even if I believe that the scene were she got the cook inmate worked. Thats not entirely it, though this is my nitpicking side, lol... I think she took a big jump knowing she'd been in the kitchen. What if she had cancelled, what if she was sleeping or outside. But whatever. Lol This is Chucky.

I think what I find a stretch that her "coddling" the doll suddenly brainwashed the guard/and eventually guards. I've seen a lot of voodoo used in TV thats never really done. But again its Chucky, can't expect logic.

Villain wise, Tiffany is still just very much an icon. Just trying to figure out what this show's plan is for her. All this whole "accepting her identity" crap is confusing me. I dunno if Tiff's delusional or just plain stupid. Its like watching What We Do in the Shadows, and the Baron kept publicly announcing he's a vampire. She trying just to escape, be another killer?o3o She's not a 100% interested in seeing Gigi. I just I dunno.

As much as their avoiding she just still feels more destined to cross paths with Chucky again. But I'm gonna guess Nica's gonna attempt to kill her orrrr Tiff's gonna use voodoo to control/force love on her(which is creepy).

But then that brings to mind... why didn't Tiffany do that in the beginning of the series instead of cutting off Nica's limbs oO.

Thats about it. This show wasn't entirely focused on giving our hero trio attention/or development.

The only other thing I'm wondering................. who was that the President saw/chased in the beginning of the party. It wasn't Chucky (again first part not the end), it wasn't Caroline too short... was that really suppose to be the ghost of their deceased son Joseph?

[anicomicgeek]

Kevin Conroy and Jason David Frank

 I don’t look it, but I’m 37, soon to be 38, years old.  I’m a child of the 1990s and I’m a geek.  I grew up with the DCAU and Power Rangers – and the past couple of weeks, reality took a baseball bat to my childhood’s balls. First with the death of Kevin Conroy, then the death of Jason David Frank.

 Batman and Tommy Oliver are dead: By cancer and possibly suicide respectively.

 I didn’t even get the chance to meet either one – but it still hurts knowing they’re gone.  It’s taken a bit of time to compose my thoughts on these events, so I feel like I should share them.

 Everyone who’s known me for a long time knows I’m a massive DC fan. But Conroy, believe it or not, wasn’t really my first Batman.  Believe it or not, thanks to reruns, that’s Adam West.  I remember wanting a Batman action figure from the toyline based on the first Keaton Batman movie due to it color scheme matching the suit West wore (and the comics) and despite him not being in the film, being happy that Robin got a figure in the Batman Returns toyline. Speaking of the latter film, that’s where Batman: TAS comes in, since it was a tie-in for Returns.

 Like a lot of people my age, I watched Batman: TAS.  I wish I could say that even as a kid, I knew how special it’d be when I first saw it – but while I did like the show, my first impressions, due to familiarity with the West show and the Keaton films were “Why do Alfred and Commissioner Gordon look like this?” (unaware that’s how they looked in the comics) and “This doesn’t sound like what I was expecting.”  Of course, that went away after watching the show a bit more and the DCAU grew.

 Like most kids, I also grew up with Power Rangers, though thanks to the local channel airing the show in the morning, I missed out early on until they shifted it to the afternoon some months later, so I missed out on quite a bit, including Tommy’s introduction and wouldn’t learn his origin until reruns.  Still, he was part of the team when I really got into the series and I was saddened the first time Tommy left (imagine what’d happened if they’d actually had Tommy die like his first Sentai counterpart Burai), and then again during season 2 before the mysterious White Ranger kids were waiting all season for turned out to be him.  Unlike his costars, he lasted until midway through Turbo, but I kept up with the series until the end of In Space, leaving only with the start of Lost Galaxy.  In fact, the Wild Force episode “Forever Red” was the only time I made an effort to watch the show – and it was due to him, Jason, TJ, and Andros.

 Back to Batman, I didn’t really tune out of the DCAU, though I did most of Batman Beyond after season 1 and The Zeta Project and Static Shock, but that was due to wanting to sleep in as opposed to waking up in the morning.  Still, I did see most of the crossover episodes of Static Shock and I did tune in for Justice League.  In fact, my favorite DCAU show was JL due to seeing multiple heroes appearing, even after stupid mandates affected Batman’s supporting cast and villains’ appearances on the show (look up the term “Bat-Embargo if you’re interested in stupidity).  After the JLU finale “Destroyer”, that seemed to be it for Conroy as Batman himself; he appeared in the first episode of season 4 of 2004’s The Batman cartoon as Dick Grayson’s dad.

 Then came the animated film Batman: Gotham Knight, a tie in to The Dark Knight – supposedly set between Batman Begins and TDK.  Supposedly being set in that universe, Batman wasn’t voiced by Christian Bale like one would expect – but by Conroy.  Then came the Superman/Batman films, Justice League: Doom, the Arkham games, the Injustice games, the Killing Joke adaptation, Infinite Crisis, Justice League Action, LEGO DC Super Villains, Scooby-Doo and Guess Who, even the recent MultiVersus, all featuring Conroy as Bruce Wayne, along with a number of his DCAU co-stars (though it varied based on what we’re talking about) in tow including Mark Hamill (Luke Skywalker himself) as the Joker, Tim Daly or George Newbern as Superman, Susan Eisenberg as Wonder Woman, Ed Asner as Granny Goodness, Clancy Brown as Lex Luthor, and Michael Ironside as Darkseid. Hell, even the DCAU itself did get revisited with a mobile VR game and two sequel films, Batman and Harley Quinn and Justice League Vs. the Fatal Five.  While I liked a lot of the other DC productions, a lot of the times, the DCAU, Arkham, and Injustice casts were the voices I heard.

 While I didn’t actively tune into Power Rangers anymore, I did occasionally watch it if it came on the TV and didn’t feel like changing channels.  That said, I did go out to see the remake movie in 2017, which featured Frank and Amy Jo Johnson (Kimberly) in a cameo at the end.  The post-credits stinger even set up an appearance for Tommy in a sequel – one that, due to the film’s performance, would never come.  Even for all of the film’s issues (including the recurring problems of Power Rangers films barely featuring scenes of the heroes in costume), I liked it.

 One of my hobbies is fanfiction (fan-written stories) and another is fancasting (hypothetically “casting” actors in roles).  A fanfic idea I’d been kicking around, but never actually gotten around to writing, was something called “Multiversal War”, where different things I’d like would meet each other to stop threats from each other’s universe – ad as you can imagine, a lot of my “casting choices” for DC characters were DCAU voice actors, including, yes, Conroy as Batman.  Even had Frank “as” Tommy and the Emissary, a character from the Transformers: Prime Wars web series.

 Granted, a lot of deaths of other actors also affected my “choices”, but truth be told, Conroy’s passing is what made me tempted to just give up ever writing Multiversal War.  I could respond to the passing and retiring of others by sliding someone else in the role, but even trying it with Batman, maybe it’s due to me being the Spectrum, it didn’t feel “right”; it felt off.  Every time I think I got something workable, it didn’t feel right.

 Granted, I could work around the passing of Frank as well (just replace the Emissary with Spike Witwicky for Fortress Maximus as it was with the earlier Headmasters stuff and write out Tommy), I still grew up with Power Rangers for a long time and Tommy was still my favorite Ranger.

 There’s a lot of actors I thought whose passing we’d talk long before Conroy and Frank, including Peter Cullen (Optimus Prime from the original Transformers cartoon, the live-action movies and even some recent stuff), Peter Weller (the original RoboCop), Patrick Stewart, and even Arnold Schwarzenegger, but as of November 10 and 20 respectively, that’s no longer a thing.  There’s been speculation that Conroy was sick for years, but given it was years of speculation, I didn’t put much thought into it recently anymore than I did then.  And, as someone who suffers from depression myself, it’s still hard to accept that even famous people can also suffer from it and as I generally don’t keep up with actors’ daily lives, I didn’t know Frank lost a stepdaughter nor that he was going through a divorce.

 So, like a lot of people, their deaths took me by surprise and I was in a state of shock after reading about them when I woke up.

 So, how do I feel after writing all of this?

 Still hurting (after all two of my childhood heroes died), but feeling a little better writing it and sharing my thoughts.  Hopefully, this helps me and hopefully, I didn’t ramble too much.

[mxliv-oftheendless]

Marked By Despair

(that was the only gif of Despair I could find I’m sorry)

After the deaths of Karube and Chota, Arisu falls into hysterical grief, unaware that the Queen of Despair is watching him. 

CW: self-harm, suicidal thoughts

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So apparently my way of venting out all my stress and anxiety yesterday was writing an angsty fic lol I guess if it works it’s not stupid. This is a crossover of the Sandman and Alice in Borderland, the two shows that have consumed my life lately, because I thought this was an interesting idea. Hope you guys enjoy! This is also posted to my Ao3 account if you wanna go give it some kudos <3

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She watches through her mirror as he stumbles out of the botanical gardens into the empty parking lot. He is still crying. Tears blur his vision and burn shamefully on his cheeks. But he would rather feel his tears than the blood that hasn’t been wiped off his face.

She watches as he trips over his bloodstained shoes, grabs hold of a railing, and vomits into the flower bushes below. He sobs pathetically, shaking so violently he idly wonders if he’ll fall apart. He wonders if he wants that. He decides he does. It’s no less than what he deserves for what he’s done.

Despair digs her hook into her cheek in time with the fresh stab of guilt that grabs Arisu Ryohei’s heart and strangles it. The Borderlands have proven to be a landscape full of such delicious misery. Humans watching their fellows die day after day after day, sometimes by their hands, forced to keep doing it over and over again if they want to live. She’s watched so many of them go mad with despair. Some of them try to save as many as they can. Some of them try to get used to the trauma to stay alive. Some of them have been driven to taking their own lives. Some have found they enjoy the thrill of playing for their lives and surviving. She wonders what path this boy will take. He’s already lost all he had.

She watches him half-heartedly wipe his mouth on his sleeve and keep running, away from the botanical gardens and away from his friends. “You’re leaving them there,” she whispers, knowing he can hear her. “You’re running away. After what they did for you, you didn’t even bury them. It should have been them who survived, not you.” She drags a fresh cut into her cheek with her hook, knowing his heart is being strangled with more grief and misery. Such sweet misery…

A guttural sob escapes him and he keeps running, a little faster this time, as if he thinks he can escape his mind—escape her—if he runs fast enough.

But humans cannot run forever, especially those who play video games all day, and eventually he slows down. He stumbles a few more feet, then finally collapses to the pavement. He curls up in a fetal position, as if that could protect him from his despair, and cries. He is no longer letting out guttural screams of sorrow like he did in the gardens—his throat is too scratched up for that. But the sobs still come, even after crying for so long. Mortals and their capacity to cry is always so interesting.

And it is then that he appears in her realm. He is unaware that he’s done it—mortals usually are—but he is there, curled up in the fog like he is trying to disappear, bawling like a newborn.

In spite of herself, she did feel a slight pang of sympathy. She could see the memories of his two friends whirling through his head, memories that used to bring such joy but now only brought pain. They were his best friends; his only friends, really. The only people he had that cared about him and didn’t see him as a failed waste. His father and his brother called him lazy, unambitious, stupid, talentless, a failure—but not them. They made him feel loved, cared for, and happy. And now they were gone. And wasn’t the loss so much more beautiful when he was the only one left alive?

She reaches out and her fingers ever so lightly brush his hair. “What lovely friends they were,” she says softly. “The brothers you always wanted.”

An ugly sob is wrangled from his chest. “I should have died!” he wails into her realm’s abyss. “It should have been me!”

“It should have been,” she murmurs, happily digging her hook into her arm. She knows he can feel the pain it creates like it is his own, even more so because he’s so close to her. It cuts through his heart like a knife, tearing it painfully apart.

“Karube,” he whimpers pathetically. “Chota…” Then he screams, “WHY AM I ALIVE?” He starts beating his fist on the floor that his conscious mind registers as pavement. “WHY DIDN’T I DIE? WHY DID THEY HAVE TO DIE AND NOT ME?”

“Karube was going to propose to his girlfriend,” she whispers, smiling as she feels the remorse and shame pressing down on his chest. “Chota wanted to take care of his mother. But they’re gone now. Because they chose to die for you. Why you?”

“WHY ME?!” he screams, tears rolling fast down his cheeks. Then he just lets out a long scream—because words have failed and all he can express is a sound of pure sorrow, shame, and self-loathing.

“Why indeed,” she murmurs as his moment of strength ends and he collapses again. His voice is steadily growing hoarse from all his crying. She watches his body shake from his misery, jabbing her hook into her leg.

What cruel irony, she thinks with a mean smile, that he now has seven more days to live when he so desperately wants to die.

“I want to die,” he cries, as though in response. He weakly hits his head against the floor, like it will be enough to break his skull and fulfill his wish. “I want to die…”

She idly wonders if Desire can sense his desperation. Her sibling has been having a wonderful time in the Borderlands ever since they were created. They had gleefully told her of one particular place there that was rampant with mad desire and greed (though they did say the humans could have picked a better name than one so simple and unexciting as the Beach). They never mention those like Arisu, who feel the desire to die. It’s not as exciting to them, she supposes. Oh well—more for her to enjoy.

She is unsure of how much time passes (time is rather vague in her realm), but eventually the young man in front of her falls silent. He is too exhausted and broken to cry anymore, and instead becomes a quivering, sniffling mass on the floor. He will leave her realm soon, passing into sleep that he will hope to be a small reprieve from his hellish waking world. She hopes her older brother will not be so rude as to give him good dreams. No, she thinks with some satisfaction as she grazes her hook over her arm. He will not have good dreams for a very long while.

She continues to watch him, even as his form fades out of her realm and his unconscious returns to the Borderlands. He has not fallen asleep yet, but he doesn’t get up. He has no strength anymore.

“Stay there,” she whispers, knowing he can still hear her in the back of his mind. “Perhaps if you stay there, you will die. And then you can be with them again, and beg them to forgive you.”

She smiles in victory when his mind, clouded with exhaustion, decides that yes, he will stay here. Just for tonight, it weakly offers, even when it knows that is a lie. Just for tonight, because he cannot go back to the mall they were camping in just yet. She knows that’s a lie, and that he knows it too. He is definitely hers now, and with luck he will stay that way.

Despair gleefully stabs her cheek as she watches Arisu finally pass out from his exhaustion. Heart games are her favorite, she decides.

[zombee]

Our Flag Means Undeath

well, here are the first two chapters of my nandermo blackbonnet crossover fic. i’ve written ten, but i’m not going to start posting them to ao3 until i have a “plot” or whatever. enjoy.

CHAPTER ONE

Edward Teach didn’t like working at Panera, but at least it was better than prison.

He was, all in all, very good at crime. But he was just so-so with pastries.

Gnawing at him, every day, was this aching, yawning, all-consuming boredom. Get up. Pills for the hangover. Pills for the knee. Pills for the fuck of it. Shower. Work. Home. Rum. Sleep.

He didn’t have friends. He couldn’t drum up the interest for new lovers. He still saw the boys, sometimes, Izzy and all them – but it was less and less, when he kept refusing to join them on jobs. He missed the life, he guessed, but he was never, ever going back to fucking prison. He’d rather die assembling you-pick-twos.

A shell of who he once was, was Edward Teach. And bored, so bored. Bored and stuck and yearning for something new.

Something like a head of golden curls and the most ridiculous outfit he had ever seen on a human being waltzing into the store thirty minutes before close. Frills and buttons and lace that did not belong in this century, much less a Panera Bread. Besides the gleaming watch, Ed placed the whole thing at mid-18th century, before he remembered he was too stupid and too rough to know something like that.

Said man walked up to the register and smiled at Ed like he hadn’t been smiled at in a good long while. Even without his reputation, the hair and the beard and the scowl usually kept most people at bay.

“Hello!”

“Hi. What can I get you?”

“Oh, I’m not here for human food.”

The man’s words were as perplexing as his clothes.

“No, I’m here because I had an interview, with someone named Pete?”

Ed blinked.

“I’m afraid I don’t know his last name, er—”

His eyes darted to Ed’s name tag.

“Edward,” he finished.

“Ed’s fine.”

“Righto! Nice to meet you, Ed. I’m Stede.”

Stede smiled again, and Ed, before he could stop himself, smiled back.

The moment seemed to linger.

Something inside Ed lurched.

Pete’s voice broke the tension. “Mr. the Gentleman, sir!”

Still smiling, Stede nodded once at Ed, before turning his attention to Pete.

“Are you ready for the interview, my dear boy?”

Pete nodded, before he said to Ed, “You’ll cover me ‘til close?”

Ed looked around the very empty Panera. “Sure.”

Ed put the fancy man out of his mind. He would never see him again.

CHAPTER TWO

It was forty-five minutes later when he saw him again.

Ed finished his smoke and went to heave the bag of trash into the dumpster. He heard a muffled “fuck!” and then Stede seemed to rise out of the dumpster as if he could fly.

Which wasn’t the most bizarre thing that was happening, as he also appeared to be steaming.

“Was that garlic!” he said.

“Uh…” Ed sniffed, and got a noseful of garbage for his trouble. “Yeah, maybe. I dunno. Garlic bread probably.”

Stede looked very put out. Ed’s thoughts tried to skitter around the word cute before giving up and accepting it.

“I know it heals quick, but oh, it stings!”

Ed leaned against the dumpster in a very cool way. At least things made sense now. “Ah,” he said. “You’re a vampire.”

“No, actually, I’m a vamp—” Stede frowned. “How could you possibly know that?”

Ed shrugged. “Ran with a few of them in my day. Weird fuckers. No offense.”

“None taken.”

They eyed each other.

“I was actually going to, well. I was going to eat you.”

Ed barked out a laugh. “I’m no virgin, Stede the Gentleman.”

There he went smiling again. “You’ve heard of me?”

“I heard Pete say it.”

The smile was gone, and Ed did not like that one bit.

“But you’re very, uh. I like your clothes.”

“Do you!” Stede preened and posed.

“What is that, silk?”

Stede nodded and fiddled with his lapel. “A rather exquisite duchesse satin.”

“Must be a bitch to get blood out of.”

Then Stede giggled.

And Ed was fucked.

“It’s funny you should say that,” Stede said. “Tell me, Ed, are you happy at Panera?”

Ed shrugged. Stede leaned toward him.

“Do you know what a familiar is?”

Ed did know. But he wanted to hear Stede talk some more, so he shook his head.

“A vampire’s familiar is like their personal assistant. Chores and such. Sourcing food. Cleaning up after.”

“After what?”

Vampires could not flush, but Stede was doing his damndest to try. He gestured and opened his mouth as if to speak, thought better of it, then waved his hand back and forth. He opened his mouth again, closed it, opened it, then said, “Oh, you know.”

Stede’s swishing sleeves left white streaks in Ed’s vision.

“Blood. Semen. Vampire things,” Ed said.

Stede looked grateful. “Yes! Yes. See, you already know so much. You’d probably make an excellent familiar. Pete wasn’t quite right for the position, but perhaps…?”

Ed very nearly scoffed. Edward Teach, fucking Blackbeard, running errands for some foppish vampire?

Some beautiful, ridiculous, bizarrely kind vampire?

Yes, actually. Yes, he would like that very much.

What he said was, “What’s in it for me?”

Stede beamed as if he knew what Ed was really thinking. “Adventure!” he said. “Companionship. Access to the dark underbelly of Staten Island. And, eventually, we can discuss the possibility of you becoming a vampire.”

Now wasn’t that a thought. If Ed was a vampire, when Stede got tired of him, he could go back to his old life and stay out of prison at the same time. And if nothing else, this was something different. Something entirely new.

“Deal.”

Stede reached out to grasp Ed’s hand with both of his own and shook.

“Oh,” he said, turning Ed’s hand slightly toward the light of the flickering streetlamp. “Your rings are lovely.”

Ed was wildly, utterly, absolutely, well and truly fucked.

[plavi]

I watched the Sonic the Hedgehog 2 movie and gosh it is so much fun, it is so good! I was enjoying every second of it, there was not a moment where I didn’t laugh or smile, I was fangirling at all the sonic references!

Is it me or is the movie as good as the first one? I was enjoying it so much I wasn’t even critically considering if something was good or bad. I guess that’s how good it was for me?

I don’t usually have the desire to rewatch a movie, especially right after I finished it! I don’t feel the same for the 1st movie tho, just for the 2nd one.

Also I’m so glad they didn’t make Tails useless, he actually made use of his gadgets (as did others) and later on got more confident in himself as Sonic encouraged him.

So, Knuckles is naive in the movie, like in the original games, which is good. I saw a deleted scene where he asked dr. Eggman what “lying means”, which I’m so glad they cut it out from the movie because too many of the later shows and games make Knuckles into a knucklehead. He’s naive and clueless, not stupid!

Jim Carry is such an amazing choice for Eggman, he’s perfect, and who knew he’d be so good? Also the fact that he’s my favorite actor in my favorite childhood series just is an amazing combo I never thought as a reality that would delight me (those two things never crossed my mind).

(Off-topic: Maybe I should consider doing weird crossovers again, I once drew Runs-In-Circles stealing intel in Team Fortress 2 like??? I feel like there are more people who do that now, but I remember perhaps being one of the rare people to do that in my good ‘ol deviantart days)

[sleepyivoryrose]

creative break is over!

yeah...sometimes I don’t have any energy to work on creative stuff...but now I’m back baby! And I got soo many ideas for videogames! Sadly, I’m bad at programming. But hey, nothing a good tutorial can’t fix, right? With...exceptions - looking suspiciously at Blender - 

Seriously, it’s so difficult to get into that...I tried doing step by step what the tutorial said and it still somehow didn’t work...anyways, I’ll try my luck with 2D Unity! Maybe, if I can get better at hand-drawn animations, I won’t need a 3D tool!

One of the ideas is a .hack//- pokemon crossover game in the style of Gold and Silver. With Pokemon Essentials, because I can’t mod a romhack to save my life. I think the trainer sprites will be the most difficult to create, since i am not used to pixel such small pictures with so little detail...the map itself could prove a challenge, because I have to resize the tiles small and then big again. 

________

To change the subject, I watched again a Let’s Play from 13 Sentinels and GOD I LOVE HIJIYAMA x OKINO QAQ They’re so cute together, I just can’t! fhsdiofhd

So I tried also drawing Hijiyama from 2188, but it proves more difficult than I thought. I just don’t have good observation skills, and I’m not sure if you can learn that...I drew him six or seven times, but I guess that’s not enough. I won’t give up though. On the fun side, I created a Hijiyama Chibi that looks like a muppet which I thought looked weird. In a good way. 

He’s so fun to lampshade. 

________

On the other hand, I got the feeling I am very mopy these last months. A real downer. Which isn’t good, because my close friend is also very sad and I don’t want to burden her with my own sadness, yknow? I should be cheering her up! But I suppose sometimes you can’t just up and decide how you want to feel today. I want to snap out of it so badly though. It doesn’t help me in any way to be down in the dumps, and it doesn’t help others either. It’s just stupid. 

My therapist claims though that it’s important to feel your feelings, no matter how bad they are, because else you train your body to feel nothing which leads to emotional outbursts, which sucks even more. I can’t win, huh?

__________

Oh! I started to watch Oshi no Ko, even though I told myself I wouldn’t, because of its dark themes. I mean, I was spoiled, so it wasn’t as bad as going in completely blind, but the first episodes ending was still a tearjerker. What can I say? I can’t resist a colorful premise. It doesn’t help that one of the protagonists is really cute too. It’s Madoka Magica all over again. 

_________

I gotta go now though. Nothing necessarily special happened while I was gone, I just bingewatched 13 Sentinels and drowned a little bit in feels. I don’t want to sound creepy, but, that’s why I love fiction. Because it makes you feel things. My reality doesn’t quite manage that. Maybe I just got too high standards. Maybe Oshi no Ko is right, and love is made out of lies. Who knows. 

__________

Anyways, taking off! 

[sailormoonlover-2008]

Just wanted to share some thoughts with you guys about The Magic School Bus reboot. When I first saw it, I absolutely hated it!! Now, to understand why I hated it, first you need to understand where I'm coming from and that this is my opinion. So, before the reboot came out in 2017, I was actually met with the original TV show back in 2015. It was more amazing than I ever expected it to be. Yes, the original Magic School Bus was that big of a deal to me when I was a kid. Not only did I love the original show, but I also read the Magic School Bus books. And let me just say, you would never get me to close a Magic School Bus book until I was finished with it. Fast forward maybe 3-5 years, and I start watching The Magic School Bus reboot on Netflix. Well, let's just say, at first glance, it looked like it was gonna be great. But then, tragedy struck. While I do agree that a couple new characters be added to the show, you know, to help them get accustomed to the premise of Walkerville Elementary School, what I really didn't like was how, in order to do so, Netflix made it seem like it would work if they snipped away one of the original characters. Guess who they snipped away. I'll give you 3 seconds. If you guessed Phoebe, yep, you're correct. I thought that was a very stupid move on Netflix's part. Which, EXCUSE ME NETFLIX, but the fact you added new characters, which, again is awesome, but then snipped away one of the original main characters, honestly gives me every right to be ticked off. Yeah. I know Phoebe wouldn't shut up about her old school, but I believe that's what made her unique. We got to learn a lot of about what happened at Phoebe's old school when she brings it up. That's one of the main reasons I loved her character. The other reason is because she's a lot like Fluttershy from My Little Pony. But, without the shy part. She LOVES animals and is very gentle with them. Just like Fluttershy. So, there. Plus, she's been on that ride since the beginning when the author of The Magic School Bus books, Joanna Cole, began publishing them in the middle of the 1980s. Presumably, around 1984-1985. Then, PBS made their own adaptation of the books that ran from 1994-1997 on all their PBS stations. After that, we got some Magic School Bus chapter books that would be published in 2000. The DVDs for the show became available in Autumn of 2005. And they were distributed by, holy Freddy Fazbear, Warner Bros. Heck, yeah!! Now we just need a Magic School Bus and Scooby Doo crossover. Heh heh. I'm kidding!! But, for real though!! Anywho. Brushing that idea aside. So, all in all, the original Magic School Bus was amazing!! You can't change my mind. So, then, 12 years later, we got the reboot to The Magic School Bus. The Magic School Bus Rides Again. And, it's less than stellar. I actually like the character designs. But, I wished they kept some important things like the kids ethnic features, and they still could've kept Phoebe. But, nope!! Netflix really had to go to Phoebe and fire her from the only show she's ever probably even called home. I will never ever forgive Netflix for ruining a good show. So, in conclusion, I WOULD RATHER WATCH THE ORIGINAL MAGIC SCHOOL BUS THAN WATCH THAT FAILURE OF A REBOOT!! GOOD NIGHT!!!

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

My First Thoughts When I First Saw Husk’s New Design

I’m pretty sure some fans of both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss

had these same thoughts when they first saw Husk’s New Design...

“OH NO HE’S HOT!!!”

 seeing a drawing of him on here, made me remember about it....

that my first thoughts that came into my mind when I first saw his new design,

was that “Oh No He’s Hot!”

pretty sure that most of the fans would have those thoughts pop into their heads after seeing him in his new design.

you can’t lie, your simp sins is crawling down your back....

 is it weird to think that there is a possibility of simping...?

well might end up being only a few Husk-Simpers that will start to form...

also I want to say there was a good reason why I hadn’t signed on during the first of July, and just signed on July 24th....

I guess I just needed some time away, after that whole Channel46news.

I’m still not happy about that prank about Scott Cawthon, which once again I thought was real, and if I had clicked on that link and found out a bit more and realized much sooner that it was just a prank, maybe things would be a bit different before I did that drawing.

of course when I did find out, I had to edit that drawing that had to do with it by changing the meaning of it just a little....also today I decided to take out the tag that says “In Loving Memory”, also I did try to explain the mistake, but I don’t think some people are going to read it and a part of me thinks they ain’t gonna listen at all, even if I’m telling the truth about not knowing that it was a prank at first....

I just needed some days not signed on to tumblr, everyone would need some them time even when it feels like things aren’t going okay because when they try to explain some news.

anyway I got some drawings I want to post up, there is a crossover drawing I want to post that has to do with the Hazbin Hotel and Cuphead.

 the new designs for Charlie, Alastor, Vaggie, Angel and Husk so far are awesome and it would be nice if they did end up on Netflix, don’t think we can get that other channel.

I haven’t checked if they got rid of that Movie that is called “Cuties”

in the mighty words of Mabel Pines “BURN IT!”

even if I haven’t really watched the movie, and only know a little about it by reading a little up on it and I know I saw clips of it, but not that many.

but it is enough for me to know that Coming-Of-Age type shows and movies, don’t cross those kinds of lines.

we ain’t talking about some cartoon characters who later learn they need to wait until they are mature enough to dress in mature clothes.

I know that the name Cuties, is just the English Dub Name for it.

in my Headcanon, if that Fake-Santa in Helluva Boss who had that shirt on that said #Cuties was a reference to that movie, I guess those kids being upset and one of them yelling out “Santa’s Evil” would make sense.

but maybe that shirt that Fake-Santa had on, has nothing to do with that movie.

even if in some cartoons where characters like Dot Warner, Babs Bunny and Penny Proud (before the reboots) try to dress in mature way, at least they didn’t cross certain lines.

in the episode where LPDZ  are dressed in outfit that they are not mature enough to be wearing, they end up learned they weren’t the right age to wear those outfits, well all but Zoey....The Proud Family is on DVD, wish I could find SVTFOE DVD....

even if some cartoons have hidden mature jokes, like from Powerpuff Girls, that had to do with that Super Hero Boy’s Club that Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup tried to get into...

and some parents need to understand, that while some cartoons are for little kids, NOT every cartoon or video game or even a book series will be for little kids and will only be for a mature audience.

and parents should stop playing that stupid scapegoat card, it isn’t the man who was on tv’s own fault I said the son of a b-word...

well maybe only partly, but the full fault is on my family, who let a toddler who is like a sponge, hear and repeat that word.

and don’t get me started on Cool World, I mean I love that movie and I have the DVD of it, but at the place where we use to live at where this was this old place that rented out videos, well one of the movies was Cool World.

and well I wasn’t mature enough when I first watched it.

even if my family did make sure I didn’t watch certain mature stuff when I was little, they still made some hiccups...

 I was a parrot when I was a baby, most babies are right...?

 plus it is possible not to fully realize about the early exposure until later in your life and the fact that parents and others like aunts and uncles as well as grandparents, might try to play the scapegoat card and try to place the full blame on the mature content (that was never meant for little kids) instead of taking the blame for their own mistakes and not trying to be better and making sure to keep those who are not the appropriate age for it, and will only let them once they are the right age for it.

Angel might be a lot of things, but at least some fans know that he would probably be a better parent and make sure to cover his own kids ears and eyes from hearing or seeing some mature stuff they aren’t ready for.

even Moxxie would be the Best Dad Ever, I mean if he and Millie ever had kids in the canon and not just in the fanon, but it might not be likely they will have children in the canon....

I think the Imps and other Demons in the Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss Universe, have some form of Morals and sense to protect their children and adoptive children (Sinners/Former Humans would have to adopt children because of the reasons that are mention in the canon.)

from mature content that they are too young to see or hear.

it might be possible that Martha and Ralph’s children would be with them in Hell, possibly in the Pride Ring.

in theory if they let the Sinners go to the Other Rings, they wouldn’t have that overpopulation problem in the Pride Ring, I mean it is just in that ring right...?

anyway just have to wait a few more days until the new episode of Helluva Boss, so gonna make sure to keep a eye out for it.

also if there are certain Angels that cause conflict, would it be a weird thought that I think they should get the paddle to them...?

even if spanking isn’t okay, but at times it can be when it’s truly necessary.

and parents know to hold back and stop, and know not to take it too far...

those Grandpas and Grunkles that are the Dads of the Nephilim,

they should of got a spanking, and placed in a corner.

I think that in theory only half of those Grandpas and Grunkles didn’t show any lust for their human wives and did have some form of feelings of being in love and didn’t try to force them to be their wives.

the others not so much, and those are the ones who need a spanking and a timeout.

not sure if the Nephilim would be in Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss,

probably not....plus if Alastor was secretly a Half-Angel and Half-Human before he went to Hell, it be like with Cosmo from Fairly Odd Parents.

after Alastor was born and showed to be very dangerous, they made that new rule that had to do with Sinners and Saints (that are both former humans turned demons and angels) are not to reproduce in the afterlife.

 maybe that would work in a Fanon Timeline and AU.

well anyway, one can dream that Hazbin Hotel ends up on Netflix.

and hoping that that Cuties Movie or is it just Cutie...?

well can only hope that they take that movie off of Netflix.

anyway I do like the new designs for the characters in Hazbin Hotel,

and at first I wanted to just have this be about Husk and talking a little about the whole prank incident and the reasons why I didn’t sign back on right away this July and only just signed on July 24, 2022 which is the day I posted this up...

I just needed some time away after what happen, and I can only hope some actually do listen and understand the mistake and that I didn’t know it was a prank at first....

so see ya later and stay safe everyone...                                                                     

[fific7]

Evil Twins - Part 2

Billy Russo & Aleksander Morozova x Reader

Summary: When two worlds which have already collided then collide with yours - that’s an explosive situation.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly a mix of fluff and angst with quite a lot of lemon zest 🍋 My Fantasy Punisher/Shadow and Bone crossover AU.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My photo edit)

The mutual staring contest went on between the three of you for some moments longer.

Then the one in the suit (character name - Billy Russo) cleared his throat and said, “Uh… hi.” He held his hands up, palms out, as if trying to calm you down although you hadn’t even uttered a sound.

“Don’t start screaming or nothin’, we’re not gonna hurt you.” “Speak for yourself,” muttered the other one, eyes still drinking in every inch of you. Billy shot him a dirty look, before turning back to you, “Now, sweetheart, I guess you’re wonderin’ why we’re here.”

Nodding, you felt as if you’d temporarily lost the ability to speak.

And you still weren’t quite sure if you were stoned or not.

“You are not the only one, moi krasivyy,” said the guy in black (character name - The Darkling or General Kirigan) managing to look you in the eyes for once, “we are wondering that too!”

“Ha! That’s rich, comin’ from you. This is all your mother’s fault!” snapped Billy. “OUR mother!” yelled the General. The two of them squared up to each other, glaring into each other’s identical eyes.

Oh this is ridiculous, you thought. You jumped up - praying your dizziness had gone - and clapped your hands loudly once. Their heads turned towards you immediately.

“Okay, that’s enough. Sit down please.”

To your surprise, they did as you asked. Side by side on your other sofa, looking up at you - they really were identical, hairstyles differing a little but apart from that - two peas in a pod.

“Here’s what I do know, although it isn’t much. I was watching two TV series tonight, and you are in one of them and you’re in the other,” you pointed at each of them in turn, “..you are Billy Russo and you are The Darkling. Well, that was in the book, you’re called General Kirigan in the TV series. And now you’re both here. In my flat.” You’d noticed Billy eye-rolling as you were speaking, and now he snorted, turning to the General, “The Darkling? What kind of fucking stupid-ass name is that?!”

The General jumped up off the sofa and so did Billy, and they were back to staring each other out, nose to nose.

You sighed, and folded your arms across your chest. That’s when you remembered you really were too scantily clad to be standing in front of two strangers like this, so without a word you stalked off into your bedroom to get your dressing gown. Putting one arm into a sleeve and pulling it round your shoulders to pull the other sleeve on, you turned to leave and found the two of them standing in the doorway, watching while you were putting on your robe.

“Out!” you shooed them in front of you, and they reluctantly walked back down the short hallway and into your living room. You waved them back onto the sofa, tying your robe, and they both sat down again.

“Now, where were we? Oh yes. How on earth did two TV characters end up in my flat? And why do you look like each other - I thought the two characters were played by the same actor. But there are two of you!”

They exchanged a glance, and Billy replied, “We’ve only just discovered that we’re twins. And I’ll tell you what we know but it won’t make sense. It doesn’t even make sense to us.”

»»————————————-———-　⚜　———————————-————-««

About an hour later, the two of them were just staring at you again and you were staring back. You’d introduced yourself by now, filled them in on exactly where they’d arrived at, and made tea. They’d sat there on your sofa sipping from their cups, telling you their frankly unbelievable stories.

You’d listened patiently as they explained why they’d ended up in your living room, and when Billy had mentioned the part about his apartment being sealed so they couldn’t get out, you’d raced over to your front door. Heart sinking, you pulled uselessly at the door handle. It wouldn’t budge.

Sitting back down and giving a huge sigh, you sank back into the cushions and managed to calmly say, “You realise I still can’t get my head round this? You. Two. Are. Fictional. Characters! Do you understand? You’re not supposed to be real! But now it seems you are, and you’re sitting on my sofa!”

That’s when the staring had recommenced. Then Billy had simply said, “Sorry ‘bout that.”

You burst out laughing, and Billy grinned at you. The General looked annoyed and you heard him mutter, “He’s not that amusing.” Turning towards him, you said, “Now now, General, is that some sibling rivalry right there?” His dark eyes met yours, “Call me Aleksander. And no - we’ve not been ‘siblings’ long enough to feel any rivalry.” “Are you sure about that, Aleksander?” you asked.

Billy smirked at him, and Aleksander literally snarled, “He’s nothing compared to me!”

You sighed. You could guess what was going to happen next. Yes, there they go…..

They’d both leapt up and were doing their facing off thing, snarking and bitching at each other.

You did your hand-clapping thing and like good puppies they stopped and sat down, both still huffing though. “Billy,” you said, and he looked over at you, “Did you ask Baghra which Small Science you specialised in? Aleksander is a Shadow Summoner.” “The Shadow Summoner,” you heard Aleksander mutter, but you ignored him and carried on. “What is yours? You must be Grisha too, right?”

“Not necessarily!” Aleksander butted in, sulky look on his face, “he could be Otkazat'sya,” he looked over at you, “…that’s people without Grisha capabilities.” Billy glowered at him. “Was your father Grisha too?” you asked Aleksander. His face became stern and closed off, “Yes. A Heartrender. I don’t know anything else about him.”

Oh, you thought, think I touched a nerve there. “You said Baghra is a Shadow Summoner too, right? So is it not more likely that Billy would also have Grisha powers?” He sighed, admitting, “Yes, he probably does.” “I didn’t get a chance to ask,” said Billy, with a triumphant smirk aimed at Aleksander appearing on his face. You got the distinct feeling that he’d really wanted to stick his tongue out at his twin, but somehow he’d managed not to. Aleksander was glaring back at him, looking like he wanted to strangle Billy.

How long were these two going to be here? you silently thought. It was like you’d suddenly adopted two sulky teenage boys. Or two large toddlers. Either description would fit.

It was exhausting.

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Earlier on, when their hostess had left them alone while she made tea, Aleksander had leant into Billy’s face and stated, “She is going to be mine. Just to make things crystal clear.” Billy had shaken his head, laughing, “Oh you think? Nah. She’s definitely going to go for me, given the choice.” “Ha! She needs a real man, not some…” he looked Billy over, “…pathetic idiot who dresses in suits. And as I haven’t had sex in decades, it’s only fair that I get the woman.”

Billy had been laughing out loud at this and was just about to reply when she’d returned with three cups of tea and some biscuits on a plate. She’d given them a strange look as she’d placed these on the coffee table, but Billy had quietened down almost immediately and both of them now had innocent smiles on their faces.

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You were yawning by now, informing them that you were going to bed and that they’d need to sleep on the two small sofas.

They’d exchanged glances, and Aleksander had smirked, “That’s a very big bed you’ve got in your room.” You nodded, stating firmly, “Yes, a king-size bed. It’s got a lot of space… and it’s all for me. I’ll get some blankets and pillows for you two.”

Noting their disappointed looks, you walked through to your bedroom and pulled some blankets out of the ottoman chest at the foot of your bed. You were in a bit of a temper. If they thought for one second that just because you were all stuck in here for however long you were going to open your legs for them, they would soon find out in a very painful manner that sex wasn’t on the menu. You weren’t dumb, you’d seen how the two of them - Aleksander in particular - had been looking at you like you were a snack.

Just as you were rummaging right down to the bottom of the ottoman for the spare pillows, you were suddenly aware of a figure next to you. You grabbed the pillows and stood up, scowling at Aleksander who was once again devouring you with his eyes. “I don’t need any help, thank you,” you snapped at him. However he moved even closer to you, “I was thinking more along the lines of you helping me, moi krasivyy.” “Moi what? What’s that mean?” you asked, sidetracked by curiosity getting the better of you. He grinned at you, “Moi krasivyy. It means ‘my beautiful one’. Because you are. Very beautiful.”

You suddenly heard Billy’s voice, “He’s just trying to talk himself into your bed.”

Aleksander whipped round, scowling at Billy. “Shut up!” he yelled at him.

“Ooh, touchy!”

“I meant every word I said. She is very beautiful!”

“Yes, of course she is, just like you said! But she doesn’t need you to tell her that.”

“Why shouldn’t I tell her she’s beautiful?”

“Because you’ve got a hidden agenda!”

“And you don’t?!”

“We both want to fuck her and you know it! You’re just being more obvious about it!”

They both froze as soon as those words came out of Billy’s mouth and their heads swung towards you, two sets of worried eyes meeting yours. You had your arms crossed again, and boy were you pissed.

“Firstly, I’m right here, you know. Standing right here listening to you argue about who’s going to fuck me.” They both looked somewhat ashamed. “Well, let me tell you…. that will be neither of you! The arrogance of the two of you! Not only do you land in my flat totally uninvited but you act as if I’ve been provided as your personal fucktoy. Not gonna happen! Have we got that clear?”

They both nodded, and you heard mumbled ‘Sorry’s’ as you stomped out past them to the living room. Both followed behind you, now silent. Dumping the blankets and pillows onto one of the sofas, you huffed a ‘Goodnight’ to them and returned to your room, firmly closing the door. Pity it didn’t lock, you thought.

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Billy was squirming about under his blanket, his long legs hanging off the edge of the too-short sofa. Across from him on the other sofa, Aleksander was doing exactly the same.

“This is your fault,” grumbled Aleksander, “…if you hadn’t inserted yourself into the conversation, I could’ve been sharing that lovely bed with that lovely woman.” “Dream on, jerk,” laughed Billy, “you don’t stand a chance.” “Of course I stand a chance! More than you do…. jerk!” replied Aleksander, adding, “Whatever that means.” “A jerk perfectly describes you…. a very annoyin’ stupid prick!” “It describes you perfectly too!” Voices rising, both getting ready to jump up yet again and really get into it. Which was rapidly becoming a thing with the twins.

“It perfectly describes both of you!” came a shout from behind the closed bedroom door. “Now just shut up and go to sleep!”

They exchanged guilty looks and settled uncomfortably back down on their respective sofas.

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Emerging into the living room the next morning, you saw two dark heads peeking out from underneath their blankets and heard two sets of soft snores. Their feet were dangling off the ends of the sofas, and you momentarily felt sorry for them. Your furniture was not intended for six-foot males to sleep on.

Heading to your kitchen, you filled and switched on the kettle, then took a loaf of bread out of a cupboard and popped four slices into the toaster. Hmm… you didn’t have a huge amount of food in your fridge and cupboards. Before all… this had happened, you’d intended picking some more up today. How were you going to get more supplies? And what about your store! Everyone would wonder why it was closed. The store was only usually shut on Sundays, and today was Saturday.

This was a complete disaster. Sighing, you took out another two slices of bread to await toasting and as you closed up the wrapping, suddenly noticed that the loaf didn’t feel as if had got any smaller. You opened it up again and double-checked. You had previously only used a couple of slices, and no way was this loaf now 6 slices lighter, it was exactly the same as it had been. “Oh fuck off,” you muttered. What was this? Narnia? Alice in Fucking Wonderland? Oh well - maybe this meant you and your two ‘guests’ wouldn’t starve.

You jumped, startled, as you heard Billy’s voice behind you, “Somethin’ wrong, sweetheart?” He was leaning against the doorframe, wearing only a pair of tight black boxer briefs. Your jaw dropped as you took in this vision of masculine beauty. His smirk at you was totally self-satisfied, and you closed your mouth immediately. “Can’t you put some clothes on!” you snapped, and his grin got wider. “Only got my suit and it ain’t that comfortable for loungin’ around in.”

The toaster popped up at that point and you jumped again. “Am I makin’ you nervous, sweetheart?” he grinned. You turned away and took out the butter from the fridge. Placing the remaining two slices in the toaster, you began to spread the butter on the other 4 slices. “No, you are not,” you denied, looking defiantly at him, knowing it wasn’t true. The two of them were really hot guys, no denying that, but you absolutely couldn’t let them know that’s what you were thinking.

Aleksander now appeared behind him, likewise clad in just his underwear - black boxer shorts - and leant on the other side of the door, arms crossed on his chest. “You’re very kind, making tea for us,” he commented.

Oh good lord! your man-starved mind screeched, this is just too much first thing in the morning! Two male thirst traps, looking like they were currently shooting a Calvin Klein ad.

You hastily turned away and said, “Can one of you make yourself useful, please? Put three teabags into the teapot and fill it up with the hot water.” You hid a grin as they both tried to come into the kitchen at the same time and got jammed in the door. “Okay - Billy, you do it,” you said, “you’ve probably got more experience...” He chuckled, “Yes I have, angel. More than him, that’s for sure!” just as you added, “…of making tea.” Now it was Aleksander’s turn to laugh, “Yes… in tea-making only. Other people usually make my tea.”

“Now don’t you two start arguing again!”

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You brought the teapot, cups and plate of toast into the living room and put it down on the coffee table, noting that they’d folded up their blankets and piled them on top of their pillows on one of the sofas. Must be the military training, you thought. They were sitting on one of the sofas again, both still in their underwear. That was disturbing.

Now you were the one having to stop your eyes roaming over their bodies. Both of which happened to be lean, athletic and very nicely toned, commented your mind. Okay! Enough of that. Did you have any men’s clothes still lying around anywhere, you wondered? Quite possibly, and you decided you’d have a good look once you’d had your tea and toast.

Later on, you came out of your bedroom having found two pairs of grey tracksuit bottoms and a couple of black t-shirts, left behind by your previous boyfriend. You’d laundered them, intending to give them back to him but he’d moved out of the area so that never happened, and they’d lived in one of your drawers ever since. And just as well they had, you thought - I’ve got to get them into some clothes or else I won’t be responsible for my actions.

Handing them over, you remarked, “Hopefully these fit you.” Billy looked at them, nose wrinkling, “Whose are these?” “An ex of mine. Don’t worry! They’ve been washed.” They both stood up and pulled on the jogging bottoms, maybe a tiny bit short for them but not by too much. You smiled to yourself as you noticed one’s movements often mirrored the other’s. They really were twins in every way, although you were sure they’d argue with you on that point.

Both shook out the t-shirts and looked at the band logos on each. “Led Zeppelin?” queried Aleksander. “An old school rock band,” you replied. He looked none the wiser, shrugging but pulling the t-shirt on over his head nevertheless. “Queen!!?” howled Billy, “I’m not wearin’ that!” “Why not, Billy? I love Queen!” you said, offended. He glanced over at you, “Oh, do you? Well… alright then,” and on it went without further argument. The two of them stood there, looking each other over and arguing about which of them looked better in their new outfits.

This really is like getting the children ready for school, you smirked to yourself. Secretly you found it rather amusing that these two alpha males kept challenging each other. But it was just as well you were around to act as referee before they came to actual blows.

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After having put the TV on for the ‘kids’, you began to gather the tea cups, tea pot and plates back onto the tray, fervently hoping that your dishwasher was still working. You noticed that in the few short moments they’d been sitting on the sofas, Aleksander’s eyes were beginning to close. You called his name softly and when he opened his eyes again, told him he could go and take a nap in your bed if he liked. His eyes sparkling, he was off the sofa and sprinting through to your bedroom before you’d properly finished your sentence. The bedroom door slammed.

Billy huffed, “You know he was just doing that ‘dozing off because I’m so tired’ thing just so he could sleep in your bed?” You picked up the tray, “Really? Now, don’t be jealous Billy, you can join him if you like.” Predictably, as you turned to head to the kitchen, you heard, “I’m not sharing a bed with him!”

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Billy followed on your heels into the kitchen, and you jumped as you put down the tray and realised he was so close behind you.

“Sorry,” he shrugged, “I just wanted to say - while my delightful twin is out of the way for once - that I’m really truly sorry about what I said last night. About… you know, you and me and him, and.. uhh.. well, you know.” “Yes, Billy, I do know. Apology accepted.” You took the lid off the teapot and turned back to the sink.

He continued, “I really do wanna fuck you but I shoulda told you that in private.”

The teapot lid clattered into the sink, “Billy! Do you have to be so… so direct!” you yelled, while he just stood there, looking down at you with those liquid dark chocolate eyes, trademark smirk on his face.

“We keep movin’ universes, sweetheart! -so carpe diem, as they say.”

He moved his body forwards, pushing you against the sink and a big hand was pulling your head towards his. You were still both maintaining eye contact up to this point; long fingers slid along your jawline and you felt his lips on yours in what quickly became a heated kiss. You saw his eyes close, and allowed yours to slowly close too.

This is such a bad idea!!!

….screeched that nagging little voice at the back of your mind.

But oh my lord, did it feel so very, very good…..

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@aleksanderwh0r3 @cleverzonkwombatsludge @s1xthirty @tartiflvtte @slythvoid @edithsvoice @paracosmenthusiast

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[fictionalfics]

I had an idea. Could you do a crossover thingy where Aizawa has a daughter and she goes missing and he comes in the next day looking worse than normal and then the broadcast gets sent out and Aizawa sees his daughter in it and he gets either happy she’s alive or sad because she’s in a war?

This is s great idea! I’ve never written a parent fic before, so this is quite a challenge. Hope it came out okay!

Title: Not This Time

Pairing: Dad!Aizawa x Daughter!Reader

!TW: VIOLENCE, KIDNAPPING, MENTIONS OF K*LLING, LIGHT ALCOHOL USE!

(Gifs not mine)

“Aizawa-sensei’s been sleeping a lot more than usual, have you noticed Iida-kun?” Midoriya looks at his classmate expectantly as they make their way to the dining hall.

It was true, their rugged teacher had been sleeping in class a lot more lately. He had barely greeted his class before the yellow sleeping bag made its appearance. 

“I’m sure its nothing, Deku,” Ochako chimes in, “This is the first time in a while he’s taught a full class. Besides, you know who he has to deal with.“

Midoriya chuckles as his friend gestures to Kaminari, Bakugo and Kirishima - they didn’t mean to be, but they were one of the main sources of trouble in class 1-A.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

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Back kick. Block. Jump, kick, dodge. Bend the knees, feet to the floor. Breathe, start again. 

The thick material of your scarf is tight around your palms as you dodge attack after attack. You hold your hand out and erase the enemy’s quirk, before landing a swift chop to the neck. Another one down. You handcuff them as fast as you can before dodging a beam of light. It just catches you ear, the scent of burnt hair becoming more intense as you roll to the side.

A stakeout operation gone wrong. A local gang that turned out to be something much bigger. You were fighting a war that had nearly run its course, and this mission was meant to be one of the last. That was, until your stakeout partner revealed she was working for the other team, a double agent. 

That left you in this mess. You wished your dad was there with you right now, but he wasn’t. He’d taught you to cope on your own, you told yourself. You’d manage.

Smack!

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Three days. No text, no call, no you. Shouta had waited in the living room all night, sipping coffee to stay awake. It had been three days since you walked out the door with a great big smile on your face, saying goodbye as you left for work.

Ten years ago, the seemingly heartless man had taken you into his care after saving you from your burning orphanage. The hero saw himself in you, especially since your quirks were so similar. He trained you himself, teaching how to use the capture rope alongside your fists.

You had enrolled in Shiketsu High, in order to separate yourself from your dad, and started your work studies with a mid-ranked but successful pro in your second year. 

Shouta was extremely proud of you, and made sure you knew it every single day.

But it was unlike you to stay out for days at a time without contact. The first night wasn’t so bad - maybe she’s at the bar with friends, I’ll see her in the morning, he thought to himself.

You weren’t there in the morning. He put it down to you staying over a friend’s house - he was up pretty early after all, so you’d be home later.

Nope. Nothing. He continued to make excuses up for you all night, and all the way into the morning too, only grabbing an hour’s sleep before leaving for work.

When he came home to an empty house for the third day in a row, he started to panic for real. Texted you every hour, on the hour. Called a couple of times. Called your workplace, to no avail.

6:30 on the clock. Shouta chugged the rest of his coffee and slung his work bag over his shoulder as he noted it was day four now. Work was going to be a long one.

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Your ears rang as your former partner delivered another slap to your face.

“This would be over so much quicker if you told me where the boss is being held hostage, Y/N. You’re making this so hard for yourself!”

“Go to hell.”

Wack!

A scream held back in your throat, your teeth grind together as you fight through the pain. The edges of your vision began to go black, and you almost considered telling the gang everything.

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Shouta’s thumb was over the send button when he heard your name on the local news. 

Y/N Aizawa missing in action. Something about a fight against a gang, an ambush they said. No other details could be released for citizen safety.

The hero didn’t even realise he’d slid off the couch to kneel in front of the TV. Missing in action. He rested his forehead on the box, his hair sticking to the screen due to static.

Missing. You were missing.

His legs carried him to the agency you worked with. His voice demanded to see your boss, begged for the details of your whereabouts.

They wouldn’t tell him. “We cannot release details to the public, its for her safety as well as theirs,” your boss told him.

Shouta argued that he wasn’t the public, that he was a hero like you.

“There’s nothing more we can do, I’m afraid.”

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The ropes had begun to bite into your wrists as you hung from the ceiling. After deciding the initial interrogation was obsolete, the gang had taken you to a new building and strung you up. Your feet could almost touch the floor, but had given up trying to get free an hour ago. Possibly. You didn’t know how long you’d been there. You were sure you’d stayed awake, but even blinking felt like it took days in that dark room.

You strained your ears from information.

Move........found.....kill her.......risk? No......stupid.....

There wasn’t enough for you to piece together the crumbs of information. You were sure you were going to die at this point. So much potential, a great future ahead of you.

No, you can’t think like that! What would Dad do in this situation?

You couldn’t answer that one. Instead, you hummed a lullaby to yourself - your favourite that he used to sing to you if you’d had a nightmare. This entire situation was a bit of a nightmare, so you thought it was appropriate.

The door opened before you, the bright light bringing tears to your eyes.

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“She’s gotta be alright Shou, she’s tough! Besides, didn’t you go MIA all the time?” 

Hizashi did his best to comfort his friend, handing him a small glass of whiskey, which Shouta drank in one. He slammed the glass to the table with a dull thud.

“That’s different Yamada. I knew where I was, and I was never gone for long. I don’t know where she is, and it’s been nearly a week.”

The blond runs his palm down his face, not wanting to admit the he feared the worst too.

“She’s a hero Shou, bad things happen. You know the dangers and she does too, she’s not dumb.”

“Another whiskey please.”

Hizashi refilled Shouta’s glass, and the liquid disappeared as quickly as he’d poured it.

“She’ll be okay Shou.” 

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Your arms were freed of their painful restraints as your friends occupied the gang and, summoning as much strength as you could, dragged yourself to your feet, using your peer as a crutch. Your head turned to watch your team take on the four or five people that had taken you hostage, silently celebrating as you limped to the exit.

“Sorry we took so long Y/N, it took us a while to figure out where they’d taken ya!”

A tired chuckle escaped you as your co-worker apologised. “At least you’re here now.” Your response wasn’t completely a joke, but you couldn’t blame them. This gang was good at hiding.

“The whole operation is gonna be extended, thanks to the newbie. We had no idea she was a double agent- it’s gonna set us back to square one!”

Double agent. You scolded yourself for not catching on in time. “I’m sorry, I should have figured out sooner. Now the entire mission’s been compromised.”

Your peer sat you in the back of an ambulance that had come along with the police.

“Don’t beat yourself up silly! Even us pros didn’t know, there was no way a student could have guessed!”

The fight was over relatively quickly, thankfully. After the criminals were handed over to the police for interrogation, you were escorted back to the agency to be patched up, and report to the higher-ups.

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Eraser didn’t immediately jump up when the front door creaked open. He was a hundred miles away, trying to convince you to take a day off instead of going to work. You’d be home with him that way, smiling as you cooked your favourite meal in the kitchen. That smile... How badly he missed it.

He felt the couch sink next to him.

“Sorry I’m late Dad, I had one hell of a day at work!”

Dad? He snapped back to reality as the words sunk in. He looked to where the voice came from - his eyes traced it back to you. Covered in cuts and bruises, dark circles adorning your eyes, but you all the same.

“Y/N!” The dark haired man jumped up and lifted you into his arms. You giggled and squeezed him back, giddy with relief.

“Y/N Aizawa, you are grounded forever! What the hell happened to you?”

He set you down on the couch as you began to explain as much as you could, without giving away classified information.

“But I’m here now! I’ve got about a week to recover, because I wasn’t injured too badly, plus they did hold me in the recovery room for a day.”

“A week?” His shoulders slumped at the thought of you fighting. “They’re sending you back out there?”

“Yeah. The mission isn’t over yet, we have to dismantle them completely.”

Shouta ran a hand through his hair, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Promise me you won’t go missing again.”

“I can’t. You of all people should know that.”

“Humour me.”

Breaking eye contact, you sighed, before looking back at your father and smiling as wide as you could. “I won’t go missing this time Dad. I promise.”

“Good.” Shouta patted your head before standing up and making a beeline for the kitchen. “You’re still grounded forever.”

“But Dad!”

“No buts!”

“Even if I make you some coffee? Maybe cook some yakitori?”

“I may reconsider,” he chuckled. You always knew your way to his heart.

He loved his daughter so damn much.