#how weird can I make an alien octopus? yes.

[chiliger]

“I never would’ve believe you if three years ago you told me I’d be here… But here I am, next to you, the sky is so blue.” — Malibu by Miley Cyrus

[annakacoyett]

Crimes Committed

Summary: Continuation of Ghost!verse. Set in Episode 1 of Assassination Classroom.

Pt.1 here

Pt.3 here

“Great! No absences! Take your textbooks out please, and flip to page fourteen!”

Everyone was getting used to this daily routine. 

After the initial hit Rei made, not a single one of his attempts after that had worked. Mr. Octopus was being slightly more cautious, dodging and guarding his weak points better than before. 

Frustratingly, nothing they did made a dent. 

What was that first hit for then? An arrogantly lowered guard? Just Rei's luck that the yellow Lovecraft-esque being was caught by surprise?

Whatever it is, that chance wasn't going to present itself again anytime soon. 

Rei sighed, putting away his S.A.A.U.S.O. gun, pulling out his textbook and getting ready to make notes.

This alien was quite adamant about fortifying their current education.

It doesn't look like it has any reason to. 

But whatever it was, Rei was pretty disgruntled by Mr. Octopus’ competence.

He's a damn good teacher, no one can deny that.

—

Lunch came. 

Rei glared jealously at the spot the octopus once stood. 

Damn him and his Mach 20 speed. Not everyone could go to another country for lunch and come back within ten minutes.

What's more, Rei's been craving Mapo Tofu too.

Everyone is going somewhere for their lunch. From here, Rei could see Rio talking animatedly with Kayano and Okuda, while Shiota was leading a rather uncomfortable conversation with Teraseka. 

“Hey Furuya!”

He looked up, seeing Isogai, Maehara and Sugino waving him over.

“Yes?” - He made his way over.

“Can you help us with our math assignment? We would've asked Sensei but he's…” - Sugino trailed off, making a ‘flying-away’ gesture, while Maehara mimed an exaggerated expression of the octopus taking off to Sichuan.

Isogai only shook his head fondly, looking somewhere between done and just plain exhausted.

Rei snickered. 

“Sure. Where don't you understand?”

—  

Their Sensei came back from lunch break with a souvenir.

If one could say a fully functioning, polished and cleaned missile tucked on his back qualifies as a souvenir.

Had someone told Rei exactly four weeks ago he would be accustomed to seeing a giant, three meter tall yellow octopus teaching him literature and bringing back multiple different types of machinery of destruction to teach them about nuclear history, he'd call the nearest mental institution and tell them one of their patients had escaped.

But alas, fate works in such weird ways. 

One of which, was the amount of creative liberty it's demanding to conduct a poem about tentacles without it sounding vaguely sexual. 

Anyone sane would question why their teacher felt the need to torture them so.

And Rei was ecstatic to know that everyone in his class, at least, hadn't lost their sanity, - “Was tentacles all along?!”

“Indeed!” - The damn octopus was too cheerful for Rei's liking, - “When you're finished, bring them to me! I will be looking for proper grammar, and whether or not you've aptly conveyed the tentacles’ beauty!”

He could feel the shock of the sheer audacity this guy is demanding.

‘The tentacles’ beauty?! The only goddamn beauty I see is how good they are flambléd!’

“An example: Not the storm of garden's snow, or flowers moving on. But sprouting there instead, was tentacles all along!”

It only made it more infuriating that the entire verse was grammatically correct and functionally descriptive.

The class was in a riot, and their teacher seems to be enjoying the chaos his ridiculous assignment is causing.

In the end, they are the student assassins and he was the teacher target. 

Emphasis on student and teacher.

They still had to do the poem.

—

“I have a question!”

“Yes, Kayano-san?”

“It feels weird only asking this now but… what's your name? How else are we supposed to refer to you specifically?”

That's… a good question actually. 

Up until this point, most of what they've been calling him was Sensei or Sir.

“My… name?”

Rei looked up from his heavily scratched out paper. 

Murmurs went around. Seems like the class realized how they've never gotten Mr. Octopus’ name either.

“Hmmm…. I don't have the kind of name that you can tell people. How about you come up with one for me?”

“Are you sure sir?”

“Can we actually do that?”

“Yes, but later please. Right now, focus on your school work.”

“Hai!”

—

“Nagisa!!” - Kayano screamed.

Their light-haired classmate was on the ground, passed out and trembling.

“Aha!! Ten billion yen, here we come!!”

“We're rich!”

“Terasaka!!” - Rei yelled, - “What the hell did you do?!”

The tension was as thick as syrup. Isogai and Maehara’s faces were dark with anger, as did most of the others. Kayano and Sugino are glaring at Terasaka, Yoshida and Muramatsu venomously; occasionally glancing at their fallen friend with worry. 

Rei had seen enough to know that Shiota was alive at least. The shock waves must've knocked him out, hard.

They're all lucky that that's the only thing that happened to him.

Tersaka grinned, feral, - “Bet he didn't expect a suicide bomber!”

“Hey!! What did you give Nagisa?!” - Kayano screamed again, the girl making her way to give Terasaka a good punch.

He couldn't blame her, honestly.

If Rei wasn't busy checking the older boy for burns and impact wounds, he would've given the brute a good beating.

“Huh? A toy hand grenade, duh. I beefed it up with a little gunpowder, then filled it up with those stupid BBs. Had this runt here walk up to the octopus, and BAM!! Don't worry, it's not enough to kill him. I'll pitch in on his medical bills—”

“So you admit to attempted murder, huh?

Terasaka looked confused.

“Wha—”

“Coercion. Illegal possession of black arms. Attempted murder. Modification of a tracked weapon model. Malicious intent. Harming of a minor. Blackmail and threatening a minor. Tampering with military-grade weapons. Possible breach of N.D.A. contract.” - Rei calmly stated, still crouching next to Shiota, his tone of voice icy, - “Should I go on? You've broken at least ten different laws on weapon possession and violated a few human rights. Considering the fact that he's fourteen, and you're fifteen, you're liable to juvenile court and face possible lifetime imprisonment as soon as you become of age if he hires a half-decent lawyer.” 

He's seething on the inside. 

He sees this type of shit happening everyday in Beika. But the sheer stupidity of this entire plan and the fact that none of the perps are planning to own up to it was pissing him off.

At least in Beika, when someone commits a crime, they take responsibility if they get caught and know exactly what they signed up for when they decide to commit the crime.

While it's infuriating to see a guilty criminal walk free, at the end of the day, it depends on the system and the winners are the ones who know the stakes. 

Tersaka on the other hand? 

He’s just a tiny little baby compared to the monsters Rei's been seeing since childhood.

“Not to mention, since the fact that our Sensei's existence is a national secret and that stunt you had Shiota do can be heard from the main campus, you might face punishment for that too. So add treason to the list of crimes you've committed today.”

The silence was deafening.

“Everyone here is a witness, and none of us are cowards who don't want to get our hands dirty. This has nothing to do with us and everything to do with you. I'm sure you've long accepted the fact that you won't be anything other than a street rat, but I can tell that you don't want to be locked behind bars this early in the game.” - Rei glared, - “Your choice; Tersaka. Yours as well, Yoshida, Muramatsu— you both can be seen as accomplices. Own up to the fact that you've broken federal laws, and would've killed Shiota had he not been covered in whatever the hell this stuff is. At least then people will know you're actually mature and might give you a reduced sentence.”

There was a pause, then a loud, - “BRAVO!!!” boomed into their ears.

A familiar yellow octopus came into view.

“Full marks Furuya-kun! You were correct with every single felony dear Terasaka had committed!”

‘Dear Terasaka’ in question paled, while Yoshida and Muramatsu looked like they just saw a ghost.

If you can't do the time, don't do the crime, cowards.

“That being said…” - Their teacher's normally yellow complexion turned pitch black, - “Shedding once a month does have its uses, and my skin was just thick enough to shield Nagisa-kun from the impact of the blast. I believe that you haven't read the fine print in that contract you signed, Terasaka-kun. You are also betting on the fact that my agreement with your government meant that I wouldn't be able to harm you should I wish to, correct?”

If yellow means normal, gray means blank, and pink means bliss— then black must mean…

…pissed. 

Everyone was scared, while some tried not to show it.

“What's your deal anyway?! Just showing up out of nowhere all ‘I'm going to blow up the Earth’ and ‘Assassinate me!’ like it's something a bunch of 3rd years hear everyday?! Of course we'd try to do something!”

Rei finds himself getting increasingly frustrated with this meathead. 

They have an unidentified creature severely angered right in front of them, who had proved he could kill them with a flick of a tentacle should he want to, and had only specified that he wouldn't harm them. 

And even that isn't guaranteed.

“Who said I would keep my word? As we've proven, not even a nuclear bomb might have a chance of annihilating me. No one in this world could hope of landing one of those BBs onto my being. I could also simply make the world go ‘poof’ right this instance. Nobody said I couldn't.”

The implications seemed to have dawned on the thicker heads in the class.

“My agreement with your government only prohibits me from harming you, yes. But nowhere does it say that I have to follow. Nowhere does it claim that I couldn't, wouldn't harm anybody else. Your family, your friends, everyone you know— I have the choice to kill everything on Earth except for you.”

It didn't take long. 

Everyone understands now, what's at stake.

“Try another assassination like that one again, and I might just harm someone else.”

They couldn't hide. They couldn't run.

They couldn't escape this even if they went to the bottom pits of Hell.

The only way out— literally— is to kill this thing by March.

“SO?! You're a real pain in the ass! What's wrong with using an annoying method to kill an annoying guy?!” - Terasaka shouted.

Ah. 

So the idiot had spoken again.

“Annoying? Hardly. Your idea itself was a very good one. Especially you, Nagisa-kun. The way you carried yourself so naturally on your approach gets full marks from me. You did an excellent job making it past my defenses.”

The damn octopus did a full one-eighty in less than ten seconds.

Rei shouldn't be surprised.

“However! None of you, except for Furuya-kun who assessed the situation and reacted amazingly, looked out for Nagisa-kun— not even Nagisa-kun himself. Students like that aren't fit to assassinate anyone. We need an assassination worth smiling about— one to be proud of! You're all capable assassins who have that power within you. Just a few words of advice from your teacher-slash-target.” 

One minute they were being scolded at Mach 20, the next everyone got a tentacle pat on the head.

“I have not the slightest intention of being killed. I will enjoy my time with you all until next March, and then I will blow up the Earth. If you don't like that idea, what do you plan to do about it?”

There was a beat, before someone broke it.

“Sensei…”

“Yes, Nagisa-kun?”

“Before you blow up Earth, I'll kill you.” - Shiota's voice was determined.

Rei can respect that.

“I'll kill you too.” - He piped up.

“So will I!”

“Don't count us out!”

“You better watch out, sensei!”

—

They decided on Korosensei.

‘Koro’— as in Korosenai; unkillable.

‘Sensei’— as in teacher.

So the octopus’ new name?

Korosensei. 

They are killers, assassins picked to save the world.

And their target?

Their teacher.

[commaeleons]

Hello! Can I suggest I, L and S for the fanfic ask meme?

Hi! Ooooh these are fun ones :D

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Creature AUs, they are my weakness <3 Unfortunately, some of them lean into racist tropes, which is...less than ideal orz

L: What’s the weirdest AU you’ve ever come up with?

So here's the thing. My favorite fic genre is crack-treated-seriously, so like 80%+ of my AUs are Weird XD

Contenders for the title of Weirdest AU include:

The BBC Sherlock fic where Sherlock is a pacifist shapeshifting alien blob who crash landed on Earth and taught me the meaning of scope creep (published)

The Homestuck meets Beauty and the Beast AU where Dirk Strider is a mer-octopus and the lore got weird (unwritten)

The Clone Wars Inception AU where a bunch of Jedi + Boba Fett have to run an inception job on Jango Fett, and all of his projections are the TCW clones (unwritten)

The Clone Wars x Skyrim crossover where Wolffe gets stranded on Skyrim planet and gets very good at metal working to make a living while he tries to figure out how to reestablish contact with the GAR (with bonus spin-off of Fox *also* getting stranded with Wolffe and taking over the Thieves Guild within a month) (unwritten)

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

YES. I'm a sucker for iron woobies. Giv *grabby hands*

[aellynera]

Beat the System (Poe Dameron x f!Reader; high school AU)

BEAT THE SYSTEM

My darling @autumnleaves1991-blog is doing a Writer Wednesday thing (click that link for details) and today’s challenge was:

...so I wrote this little thing. may or may not be based on things that might have somewhat happened during my years as a summer amusement park lackey.

Word Count: ~2100

Summary: You see a lot of people at your summer job, and you didn’t really want to see him or for him to see you, but that’s not how the system works.

Warnings: Female reader. High School AU. References to clowns. Complaining. Nothing else really, just a lot of fluff. As usual, mostly kind of proofread.

You kind of hated your summer job. 

It wasn’t so much that you hated having to get a job in the first place, after your parents insisted that’s what you’d need to do if you wanted your own car. And the job itself was actually pretty easy, at least in theory.

The ring toss stand at the local amusement park was your domain. Your days were spent surrounded by giant stuffed elephants and aliens and teddy bears, taking money, handing out rings, watching people throw them at bottles. Ninety-nine percent of the time this also meant watching them lose. The losses generally led to another futile round of buying and tossing. And, invariably, cussing; never mind that this was a family establishment and there was a five-year-old standing three feet away from the offender.

No, it was the job on repeat for eight hours a day, five days out of the week. It was seeing all your friends come by and have fun while you literally had to watch them (but hey, at least you got paid.) It was having to work every single weekend. And it was all the people. People you’d known your whole life, people who lived in neighboring towns, busses full of people from who knows where that flocked to this place every single year.

And it was just weird to think of this place as a destination. It was just the amusement park that was there all your life, that your parents went to when they were in high school, and maybe their parents did too. This place was freaking old. But why people felt the need to come by the busload from hours away--

“Hey, I didn’t know you worked here.”

The voice broke through your ranting brain and you looked up to see a familiar face grinning back at you from the other side of the booth.

Poe Dameron was a senior. He was captain of both the football and the soccer team, treasurer of the student council, sang on the chorus, played bass in the jazz band, was in the drama club, and you were pretty sure there were at least a dozen other things he just did because he was good at everything. 

He was also ridiculously hot and the last person you wanted to see you in your ridiculous, brightly colored work uniform. He stood before you looking like he just crawled off the cover of a romance novel, all tan skin and dark curls and defined muscles, and there you were with a high ponytail and baggy shorts and a shirt that would put a clown to shame.

Honestly, all you needed were the giant floppy shoes.

He was also there with a group of his rowdy, juvenile football friends, which only promised to make this hell even more scorching. At least for now, they seemed to be occupied with ogling the girl who ran the tilt-a-whirl across the path and completely ignoring you.

You scrunched your face at him. “Poe, I’ve seen you here like twenty times this summer. You’ve even played this game before. You know I work here.”

“Okay, you got me,” his grin didn’t falter. You weren’t sure, but it might have even gotten a little bigger. He handed over ten dollars. “A bucket of rings, please.”

Great, he was going to hang around. You glanced at your watch, and it solemnly informed you that your break wasn’t for another hour and half. So you were stuck there. In a virtual clown suit. With the hot senior you might have had a little crush on.

Not like you ever doodled his initials in your notebooks or on scraps of paper when the crowds at the stand died down. You denied all knowledge of these supposed incidents.

You could act like a normal person in his presence.

You sighed and took the money from him, handing him a bucket full of red plastic rings in return. “You know this game is rigged, right? They all are.”

“So I’ve heard.” He picked up his first ring. “But I am determined to beat the system.”

You rolled your eyes. “Do you have to be good at everything?”

Poe shot you a quick side-eye before turning his attention back to the sea of bottles in front of him. He tossed the first ring and it flipped end over end before bouncing off a bottle top with a spectacular ding! His brow furrowed as he reached for another ring.

“Apparently not,” he muttered. “But I’ll still beat it. You see, there’s this girl I want to impress, and…” He tossed the second ring and watched it ricochet off another bottle top.

“Of course there is,” you snorted. “There’s probably a whole horde of them.”

He chuckled. “Nope, just one.”

You waved your arm in a grand gesture toward the playing field. “Well then, have at it, Romeo. You know the rules. No leaning over the rail, and you have to land five rings to win. Let me know when you need another bucket.”

“Oh ye of little faith,” he replied as he tossed yet another ring. You tried, you really really tried, to ignore the way the tip of his tongue stuck out between his teeth as he concentrated.

And so it went until the entire bucket full of rings littered the floor of the stall, with nary a single one landing on its intended target. You grabbed the sweeper and started pushing them back into the bins underneath the counter.

Poe growled in frustration. “Seriously?!” He waved another ten in your direction and you handed him another bucket, giggling as you made the exchange.

“I told you, it’s rigged. But…” you crooked a finger to motion him closer. And then tried to remember how breathing worked as he leaned in, now just inches from your face.

“Yeah?” he whispered.

The attempt to subtly clear your throat was only half successful.

“Well, I didn’t tell you this,” you pointed toward the bottles, “but the table is slightly higher on that side, and so is that one part in the middle. If you aim for those bottles, you can probably bounce the rings onto the lower ones.”

The grin he flashed almost blinded you. “Beat the system.”

“Beat the system,” you agreed.

You leaned back and watched. After the first six rings or so, Poe seemed to figure out which bottles to aim for and how to toss the ring (with a bit of spin, of course) and before you knew it, his fifth ring landed on the center bottle and he was shouting “yes!” with a little fist pump.

“I am impressed, Dameron,” you said, clapping. “I bet this girl will be too.”

“I hope so,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. Did he suddenly look kind of shy? No, that wasn’t Poe Dameron. He was the polar opposite of shy.

“Which one?” you asked, pointing to the prizes hanging above you.

“Which one would you pick? If you just beat the system and you were trying to impress someone?”

“Uhhh…” Why in the world was he asking you? It didn’t matter, this was his deal, you just worked there. And quite honestly, you probably wouldn’t pick any of these monstrosities. They were huge. And kind of weird looking. And neon colored.

After a few moments of confused contemplation, your eyes finally landed on a giant purple teddy bear, half hidden behind a chartreuse alien and an orange thing that was trying to impersonate an octopus. You pulled it down and handed it over.

“Here you go, the least weird thing you just spent twenty bucks on when you could have just gone to the mall and bought something more reasonable.”

“Nah, this is perfect,” Poe replied, grabbing the bear. It was nearly half as big as he was. You often wondered how anyone dragged them around the park for the rest of the day, much less managed to get them home. “Thanks for the advice.”

You couldn’t help the smirk that rose on your lips. “It was either that, or have to explain to my supervisor why you would have ended up hanging around until the park closed.”

He laughed loudly. “Rey would have understood. She’s cool like that.”

“Geez, you’re good at everything, do you know everyone in the entire galaxy too?”

Poe didn’t seem to hear you, though, as he looked over his shoulder and around the area, and you followed his gaze. His friends were nowhere to be seen and vaguely, you wondered when they’d wandered off and why they hadn’t very loudly announced it to him. He glanced back at you with a sheepish smile.

“I, uh, I should go find the guys,” he said. “And let you get back to work.”

“Yeah, okay,” you replied. All of the easy-going rapport from the past however long Poe had been there suddenly evaporated and every ounce of awkwardness you normally felt around him returned. “I’ll see you.”

You might have been looking anywhere but at him, but you didn’t miss the small wave he gave you as he walked away, and you definitely felt the heat that rose in your cheeks.

Poe was quickly forgotten as a swarm of ten-year-olds rushed the stand and the incessant clanging of misthrown rings once again took over all your waking moments. You didn’t think about him for the rest of your shift. All you could think about was how tired you were, how hot the day had been, how much you wanted to shower and sleep and pretend you didn’t have to do this again tomorrow and--

Your feet ground to halt in the employee parking lot and approached your beloved car, the entire reason you had this forsaken job in the first place. Your car, which, you would have serious questions had you not known exactly where the thing came from, had a giant purple teddy bear sitting on the hood.

As you got closer, you could see something sticking out from beneath the bow tied around its neck. It was a slip of paper, with a phone number scrawled on it. And a little “P.” with a heart.

What was even happening right now.

Before you knew it, your phone was out of your purse and you were calling his number. Sure, you might have had to dial it four times because your nervous fingers kept pressing the wrong digits, but who was counting? And never mind that it was almost midnight. It was summer, he’d still be awake, right? 

Finally you got it right, and the call picked up on the other end.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” you breathed.

“Hey,” you could picture the trademark Dameron grin behind it. And he sounded...relieved? “I’m really glad you called.”

“How did you get into the employee parking lot?”

“I didn’t. I asked Rey for a favor. I figured she might know which car was yours. Told you she’s cool like that.”

You laughed softly. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess she really is.”

“So I do have a really important question for you. Well, two actually.”

“I’m listening,” you said. It was hard to hear anything over how hard your heart was thumping in your ears, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Question one. Can I take you out on a date?”

“Yeah,” you said again and closed your eyes, partly out of a need to center yourself and mostly out of sheer embarrassment. Maybe one day, you would remember how to speak to Poe Dameron in multiple word sentences, but right at this moment was not that time. Oh well.

“Awesome,” he breathed out. “I was hoping you’d say yes.”

“Yes.” Thankfully he didn’t seem to be deterred by your current lack of language skills.

Poe laughed warmly. “Now, second question. Did it work?”

This time you couldn’t even come up with a verbal response. You just erupted in a bout of giggles, Poe Dameron laughing along with you. And somehow, you got that ridiculous monstrosity of a teddy bear into your back seat.

The somehows kept coming. Somehow you remembered how to use words. Somehow it was well after midnight now without either of you giving it permission to get that late. Somehow your phone refused to end the call. Somehow the hours were slipping by until you had to be at the park for an early opening shift in the morning, and somehow you suddenly didn’t care at all about getting any sleep.

Maybe this job wasn’t so bad, after all.

~end~

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[just-a-real-human]

Stress

(heya! this is my first story and i’m still not that good, so keep that in mind as you read ‘^^ please give any constructive critisism you can give to help me improve! i’ll write in mostly metric to make it easier on myself, let’s chalk it up to the translator being extra nice today) (extra note, i’m Dutch and English is actually my second language, so keep that in mind as well)

The classroom was filled to the brim with all kinds of aliens, from the wonderful to the weird, speaking in all their exotic languages. all the conversations differed and the translators they had really started to prove their worth! the only thing that truly stayed constant was the subject of their conversations...Humans. That was because this was a special class all about Humans, given by the head of research on humans, or ‘anthropology’ as the humans call it, an alien called Kr’kn. Kr’kn was one of the first to spend an extended amount of time in the company of humans, going on to become a famous figure in the galaxy.

After a couple minutes of this exitement in the classroom, it all suddenly went silent as two figures walked onto the speaking platform. the first being Dr. Kr’kn himself, a Molusk-like creature having some resemblance to an earth octopus, but with about 12 tentacles, 4 for locomotion, which are place under his body, giving him an upright gait and making him stand about 1.4M tall and 8 tentacles for manipulating the environment. But perhaps even more exiting, behind him followed a Human! The human followed Kr’kn closely, fidgeting with something grey in his hands. when they reached the speaking platform, The human promptly took seat in a chair next to the speaking platform, continuing to play with the thing it was holding, yet hiding it from view, looking around the room, but never looking directly at any of the students. Dr. Kr’Kn looked over the room and took a deep breath before saying.

“Humans, strange creatures aren’t they? Very, very complicated ones as well, there is much more to them then any sensory organ could perceive. They are loud, but can be almost entirely silent. They are social, but they need privacy and alone time frequently. They are tall, yet can blend with many environments, even without technology. I could go on for HOURS about the uniqueness of humans, and i probably will sometime! But not now, because over the course of these months i will teach you all i know of humans, starting not with the very basics, but the more advanced things as through (their equivalent of internet), reading and lessons you’ve learned the basics of them. So let us start with a subject not often touched on in education, stress and, unavoidably, rage.”

The students sat, watching the doctor, and occasionally the human, with wide eyes. they had indeed learned the basics of human biology. they had briefly touched on hysterical strength and subjects like that, yet they still didn’t have a very good understanding of humans, simply because nobody had. Except of course them one teaching them.

Dr Kr’kn continued. “We all know stress, most species have it. But in humans it can be especially prevalent. Stress in humans can drastically affect their mood, emotion, sexual interest, concentration and even lifespan. It can induce depression and loss of interest and a whole managerie of different effect on humans, nearly none being benificial. Often stress quickly can lead to anger, and is oftened compared to a rubber band, each thing that stresses them out tightening the band and if they are too stressed, they get angry. Humans have dubbed this stress-overload as ‘snapping’, and it can range from shouting at someone to assault and even death, both for the human and the one who made them ‘snap’.  Humans can be quite easily stressed, for instance my dear friend here gets stressed by crowds, eye contact and meeting strangers, as well as a looong list of other things. this is partially due to mental disorders, but mostly due to personal differences.”

Many of the class nervously eyed the human after he said this, the human did seem a bit uncomfortable, what if he ‘snapped’ here? This seemed to be a stressfull environment, why would he be here? Was he forced?

The Doctor looked around, noticing the nervous glances and chuckled. “No worries, my friend here is calm as can be. This actually leads very well into the next part, how do humans relieve stress? Well, there’s some ways, that you’ve probably already learnt, and seeing as that’d be a little embaressing to go over for my friend, i’ll go to the less well known ones. A very popular one, maybe even more popular then any other, is music. An immense amount of emotion can be transferred into music, ranging from happiness to sadness, even anger can be put into music! The best example of ‘angry’ music is probaly a kind of music humans dub ‘metal’. Anyone sensitive to rythms, loud noises or things like that, please cover your ears.” He said, swiping a few times on the tablet infont of him, a large hologram raising infont of them before saying once more “I repeat again, if you are sensitive to fast rythms or loud noises, please cover your ears!”

He then pressed the play button and the music started playing, and indeed, as he said, the pure rage put in that music was so overwhelming some students actually seemed afraid, as if the humans on the hologram could jump out and attack at any moment! The human accompanying Kr’kn seemed to enjoy it, moving his head up and down in the rythm of the music a little.

Dr. Kr’kn paused the music, swiping it away. “Well, i suppose you get what i mean about anger being conveyed in the music? And despite its seemingly simple nature, metal often has deep symbolism, especially compared to the simple first impression. It also happens to be one of the most difficult forms of music to play. Another good way to relieve stress for humans are video games, especially either calm and cute ones, or the most violent ones they can create!”

The class laughed a little, assuming the doctor was making a joke. As a reaction the doctor pulled up another hologram, showing the class a cute, calm game about finding many orb like creatures with (human) smiles on their faces. It seemed to be a good example of what the doctor meant.

“now, if you are bad with blood, violence or dismemberment, please look away, and if you are sensitive to rythms and loud noises, cover your ears again.”

He then pulled up a video as one specific game, one set in a red, fleshy cityscape, destroyed and overrun with the most disturbing creatures you could imagine. But worst of all, a human was running through! With more of that ‘metal’ in the background the man was running through the creatures, shooting them with ballistic weapons, energy weapons and cutting them apart! It even ripped them apart with its bare hands! Many students looked at it, horrified, some even needing to look away. Kr’kn laughed, swiping away the hologram. “that there is a favorite game among many humans, including my friend here, he is quite skilled at it, in fact, the footage there is my friend playing that game!”

The students looked at the human, terrified. Humans ENJOYED murder and destruction!? They liked such violence and that music?

Dr. Kr’kn laughed again. “Anyways, yet another way of relieving stress, or more accurately, prevent stress, is in the form of a mental support thing. Often that is an object, like in the case of my friend here! If you would please look to him, he will show what his emotional support object is.”

The human seemed a bit aprehensive before revealing the grey thing he was holding and had been playing with...it was a small, grey teddybear with a white scarf. it was clearly quite old, it was clear it used to be coloured something else then grey, but due to years of hugging and washing, it had lost it’s colour, only it’s snout being a little brighter grey with a brown nose.

“Yes, that little thing is one of the most important things in my friends life, so important, in fact, that he has once killed someone for taking it.“

The students gasped, looking at the human, who looked away a bit, now holding the bear closely, clearly regretting what happened back there, and speaking for the first time. “Not JUST for taking teddy...he was a pirate”

Kr’kn laughed, shaking his head “True, true, the fact remains that it is an incredibly important object to him, anything else and he would have waited to sneak up on him, but he instead took the pirate on without bothering to sneak, he shouted so loud the pirate was stunned for a moment before my friend here beat him with a glass and stabbed him to death with the shards! none of us would dare approach him for hours after that...well, the humans kept their distance claiming he needed time alone, but we all noticed even the humans were fearfull. He only truly calmed down when his chosen mate, or ‘girlfriend’ went to speak to him. And that brings me to the most important and effective ways for a human to relieve stress.

Kr’kn let the students stare at the human for a little bit, he knew how they must have felt, humans were terrifying when you learn such stories, and even more if you experience them!

“there are 4 most important ways for a humans to release stress. And they are: Screaming, crying, talking and love. Screaming lets them simply release all the rage in their system in a simple roar, it can be one scream or many, but they are almost always effective. Talking means to simply share their troubles with someone, be it human or not, even talking to a pet, friendly wild animal or book(by writing it down) will help them as they aren’t the only ones stuck with it anymore, and the other might be able to help in some way. And now the two most important ones, Crying and love. Crying is a strange thing, humans will leak water out of their eyes and make a repeating sound, often accompanying screaming, but even more often it is silent, and they usually cry when safe. It releases all their stress and sadness over a period of time and is a very clear way for others to see how they feel, and Love is often a result of it, or what causes it, which is good. For instance the previous story, my friend here told his Girlfriend everything, and a human often gets repetitive when telling something, which you should deal with if you truly care for them. He then simply got a hug, which is one of the most primally loving and caring things a human can do. You all know kissing is something that human mates do, but a hug can be done by any human they care about. Physical contact is important for a human, and a good hug will often make a human cry their worries away, which is an important part of bonding and caring. Now do not go about hugging humans every chance you get, it’s something special, and not every human likes it. For instance my friend is a bit sensitive, so there are few people he allows to hug him, and i just so happen to be one of them.” He said the last part with a certain pride, having his race’s version of a smile as he looked at the human.

“Anyways, this is where my job ends for today, and yours starts. I want you to write a simple list of stress-relieving things for a human, write it as accurately as you can. And even if it isn’t very accurate, as long as your tried, it’ll be good enough for me. Next time i will go over the dangers of a human and what you should do to avoid it. I hope you have a good day and enjoy your time, goodbye!”

The students wished him farewell and Kr’kn walked away, the human joining him, still holding the bear closely. The students exitedly started talking to one another, having learned many things about humans that they didn’t know before. After many minutes of conversation, they slowly started to leave, and after about an hour or so the classroom was entirely empty.

WELL! that was my first story, i hope you enjoy it! again, give your opinions and constructive critisism down there, any ideas and suggestions are welcome as well! have a nice day c:

Good news! I fixed the comments (i think). :D

[spacetimewraithwrites-archive]

Word Prompt #14

Word: Octopus (suggested by @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt!) WIP: Thriving series CW: Oh, everything. Blood, tentacles, violence, fluids, guns. All of it. Word Count: 1,727 Additional Notes: I saw the word and I had to get weird. I could’ve gone completely normal and written a cute little light-AU fluff piece about Warren taking Thrive to an aquarium or seeing an octopus in the ocean on Earth but no. It’s fucking balls to the wall in the first half lmao.

Also it should be noted that I decided for no reason to set this in the timeline of Destiny. So Thrive and Warren are still just mutually pining at this point.

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It hit them both at the same time. Thrive, repairing a form suit in the corner of the medical room, and Warren patching up a minor laceration on his thumb from an improperly handled utensil—they looked up in unison as a guttural scream made its way through every corridor of the L2 and into their ears.

“Oh, Christ,” Warren muttered. “If that’s an eliyi....”

“That was Armatax,” Thrive said, abandoning the form suit and striding out to the room.

Warren secured the bandage around his thumb and followed, anxiety already through the roof. “Whatever the hell could make Armatax scream like that is guaranteed to kill us and I’m just not sure I’m ready for that kind of commitment right now, Thrive....”

They traced the continuing shouts to the loading bay, and when the door remained closed upon them arriving, his shoulders tensed. More screams joined in, this time from Sussa, and the struggle ramped itself up to max level. Weapons fire and brute-force physical assault from what sounded like multiple sources.

Thrive waved the door open and his arm shot out to keep Warren back as he himself had to reel away from the loading bay to process the sight.

An enormous creature with tentacles—normal tentacles, sans sharp blade bits, but what was “normal” when it came to tentacles, anyway?—and a bulbous orange head swiping at Armatax and Sussa, whipping an appendage around the nuaclan’s gun and tossing it through the open door. The capsule sat upended in the farthest corner, shattered electric panels sparking and smoking around it. Rubbery flesh slapping the floors, the walls, every surface it could reach. Low-hertz growling vibrating the air.

Warren waited for Thrive to say something, but he seemed to be stunned and confused into silence.

“We wouldn’t be completely upset if you decided to step in,” Sussa yelled, taking a running leap onto the squishy head of the octopus-creature. She socked it directly on of its several protruding eyeballs and three tentacles curled into his body, giving Armatax a chance to dive for cover. “This is kinda your fault, after all!”

Thrive threw a barrier in front of himself and Warren right as a tentacle snapped toward them, and the impact resulted in a wet squelch. Warren grimaced.

“How is this Thrive’s fault?” Warren shouted. “Where did this even come fro—oh what the fuck.”

Thrive had caught another tentacle in his hand and ripped it from the octopus’ body, sending a wave of thin blood over the entire floor. It sprayed everywhere, splashing clean white surfaces with surprising yolk-colored fluids and getting it all over Armatax and Sussa.

Warren watched Thrive hold the limb up and stare at it. “Look, I know I can contribute practically nothing to whatever ungodly abomination is happening right now, but you need to go in there and...oh no. No. No, no, no, no, no—”

He’d realized what was about to happen seconds before it did, and he turned toward the wall, covering his head with his arms right in time to avoid the amber light encapsulating Thrive and shifting his form. A thick tentacle wrapped itself around Warren’s torso and he glanced down to witness it stretching and tightening across his ribs.

“...Huh.”

Thrive lifted him off his feet and bowled him down the hall away from the loading bay.

Warren scrambled to his feet and sprinted for the door, running headlong into it when it slid closed and automatically locked. Warren pounded the metal with his fists. “That’s really not what I meant and I think you know that!”

A fist-sized dent punched its way into the door and Warren jumped back. He listened for a minute, heart pounding, more gunfire popping off. The unmistakable connecting of fists to octopus flesh, and octopus flesh to octopus flesh, and the smell of said flesh burning wafted into Warren’s face.

“This is gonna give me nightmares,” he groaned, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. “If you open that door as an octopus I’m aiming this ship in the direction of Earth and shooting myself out of the airlock.”

The fight continued for possibly hours. Warren was about to attempt sliding the door open himself when it blasted off its track and sent him sliding down the length of the hall again. When he stopped spinning he kicked the door away from himself and looked at the loading bay.

The octopus was wedged in the doorway, tentacles lolling over the floor slickened with its own blood. Another tentacle slithered into view, getting a hold of the body and gently tugging it back into the room, succeeded by a spark of amber illuminating the space behind it.

Warren stayed put. “Guys....”

Sussa, still dripping with thin but oddly goopy blood, emerged from the room and wiped it from her eyes. Armatax followed, less drenched but with his feather-like hair flattened to his skull. He spun the barrel of his gun and tucked it back in its holster.

“We good?” Warren asked, standing once more. “Everyone okay?”

“Yes,” Thrive said, back in human form and moving around the downed octopus. He combed his fingers through his own hair to tame it, out of breath, form suit covered in patches of yellow. “Let’s talk.”

The four of them filtered into the conference room around the corner and Warren perched himself onto the table. Thrive entered last, locking the door behind him, then whirled around to aim narrowed eyes at Sussa.

“Explain.”

“I’m saying!” Warren interjected. “Are you telling me that he somehow smuggled a giant alien octopus onto the L2 without any of us knowing? Does that sound like him? I think I would’ve noticed considering....” Considering he’d been with Thrive practically every second of every day for the past few weeks, but he decided against mentioning that fact.

Sussa and Armatax exchanged grim expressions. “Do you recall going to Rotanga and bringing a small glass ball full of green water onboard a couple of weeks ago?” she asked Thrive, venom in her voice.

Warren’s face fell into instant regret, and he pressed his lips together into a line, turning a wide-eyed stare onto Thrive.

Thrive, on the other hand, refused to crack his stoic façade. “...Perhaps.”

“Do you happen to know what was in that small glass ball full of green water from Rotanga?”

Warren, who was with Thrive when he bought the small glass ball full of green water from Rotanga, determined his fingernails were suddenly much more fascinating than this conversation. “...Was it an egg—”

“It was an egg!” Sussa exclaimed. “A microscopic fertilized egg not from Rotanga at all, but from the Lagisa Faction of Holeph!”

“Their oceans are rife with dangerous deep-sea creatures,” Thrive helpfully supplied for Warren’s sake. “I suppose this was...a misjudgment on my part.”

“I’m a little concerned,” Sussa said, pinching the bridge of her nose, which squeaked as she touched it due to the sliminess. “This is not the kind of mistake I’m used to you making, Orthrive’poliea.”

Armatax gestured to him. “Told you. They are both dumb.”

“You’re normally very careful about what you keep around us and where everything comes from,” Sussa continued. “I don’t understand how something like this could’ve slipped past you. Can you walk me through your thought process when you were—”

Warren glanced once more at Thrive’s face, and though he remained the outward picture of calm and blank, he could see a swirl of confusion and shame in his eyes. He must’ve been keeping Sussa out of his head because she didn’t notice or mention this at all.

“It’s actually my fault,” Warren interrupted. “I liked the way the water looked in the glass so I kinda peer pressured him into buying it for me. I don’t think I gave him the chance to apply critical thinking.”

Sussa’s attention fell onto him. She paused for too long. “You didn’t let him do his job?”

Warren cleared his throat. “I take full responsibility. I’m sorry.”

He knew she didn’t buy it. But he didn’t know how to keep her from hearing his thoughts, so all he could do was go over the lyrics to one of his favorite songs over and over to prevent giving himself away.

The sharp stink of the room settled on them like a fog and Sussa waved her hands dismissively. “Look...I need to clean and sanitize myself for four hours so this subject is officially dropped for now.”

She and Armatax left Thrive and Warren alone.

“That was unnecessary,” Thrive said at length.

“Didn’t see you trying to stop me,” Warren shot, leaning back onto his hands.

Thrive strolled into the center of the room, his hands clasped behind his back. “You know the real reason this all happened, don’t you?”

Warren shrugged. “Because you made a very normal and natural error in judgment?”

“Yes.” Thrive stopped and turned to him. “Because my capacity for perception either heightens beyond what I ever could’ve imagined or seems to disappear entirely whenever I’m around you.”

Warren’s pulse quickened. “You gonna send me home for that?”

To his shock, Thrive smiled and glanced away. “No. And...perhaps I made another mistake in letting you take the fall for me again.”

“Well, you didn’t let me take the fall the first time. I did that very much on my own.” Warren watched him pace the room some more. “And I saw the embarrassment in your face. Sure, Sussa wasn’t exactly being harsh or even wrong, but I couldn’t let you take that from her.”

Thrive took a deep breath. “You’re often quite gifted at reading me.”

Warren allowed his response to hang in the air.

Almost as if noticing it for the first time, Thrive swept his fingers through a spot of octopus gunk on the stomach of his form suit. He paced back to the door. “I should rid myself of the evidence as well.”

“So you now have colossal alien octopus in the repertoire of forms you can take, huh,” Warren mused. “It’s just...gonna be like that for the rest of your life.”

“Apparently so. Not something I anticipated happening today.”

“What’re we gonna do with the dead one in the loading bay?”

“Ah,” Thrive chirped as he stepped over the threshold. “It’s not dead.”

The door swished shut on the color draining out of Warren’s face.

[dear-dreamie]

To celebrate you finally being done with exams, and them just finishing another successful comeback, you, Jaemin, Jeno, and Renjun all decided to get as drunk as possible. Haechan was invited, but ultimately had to abstain due to his 127 promotions, much to his dismay, and Jisung and Chenle were both going to be staying at Chenle's house for the night, so you had all decided that the DREAM dorm would be the best place for it. So far everything was fine, you were all slightly tipsy, being two thirds of the way through the first bottle of the night, but nothing serious yet, and all lying down in the living room, staring at the ceiling.

"Y/n, my dude, my bro, my guy. I love you, but you have got shit taste in booze." Jaemin said, taking another swig from the bottom shelf bottle of vodka you had supplied.

"Not all of us are idols. I'm a college student, and I have a minimum wage barista job, I'm broke as fuck, so this is all I could afford. If you hate it so much, just stop drinking it," you retaliated, reaching to take the bottle, but he snatched it away, slapping your hand, and looking at you, insulted.

"Fuck no. Hey, does anyone know what time it is?" Jaemin asked, taking another mouthful.

"Time is but an abstract concept, coined by clockmakers so that they could sell more watches, and utelised by the capitalist system to put pressure and stress upon each one of us to work ourselves down to the bone, just so the rich man gets richer." Renjun replied monotonously, taking the bottle and swigging.

"Twelve thirty-six," Jeno said, checking his watch. "I'm bored, let's play a card game, or something."

"Okay."

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"Hmmm, three of hearts," Jeno says, putting down his card.

"Okay, uuuuuuhh, wild card, pick up four," Jaemin goes, placing down an Uno card.

"Nice try, but, Ditto, I choose you!" Renjun exclaims, throwing down a Pokemon card triumphantly.

"Hey guys? What the fuck are we actually playing?" you stare at your hand, consisting of playing cards, Uno cards, Pokemon cards, Snap cards, and a gift card.

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"Right, but when you shake laminated paper and it makes that sound, "—"FWUBWUBFWUB" —"Yes, precisely, thank you, Jeno." You tell the boys your favourite sound.

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"I'm going to kill fifty people and an octopus," Renjun says with absolute certainty, and determination in his eyes. Jeno looks at him worried, but Jaemin looks at you weird, as if you had anything to do with this decision.

"Why would you kill and octopus, Injun?" He asks.

"See? Nobody ever cares about the fifty people."

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It had gotten much later, and you and Renjun had exhausted the usual topics of ghosts and aliens. You were now on the subject of cryptics. It seemed you two were off in your own world, with him trying to stay upright by clinging to your shoulders. Jeno and Jaemin were watching, noting how the alcohol had affected Renjun way more than anyone else, as he hadn't even realised he was practically cuddling his crush. But they had.

"Bigfoot, but clean shaven. Barefoot." You provided proudly, with a nod of your head. Behind you, Renjun let out a huff of air as he nuzzled further into your neck.

"Nah, that's Mr. Clean," he says, and you can feel his lips moving against your neck, causing you to blush. You hope neither Jeno nor Jaemin notice it, and even if they do, you hope they just brush it of as the booze.

"What the fuck?"

"You two are the reason I have anxiety."

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It was nearing 5:00 am when you all decided to turn in. Jeno was already in his bed, leaving after having a whispered conversation with Jaemin, during which they kept stealing glances at you and Renjun, who was still stuck to you like glue, even though you were trying to set up the sofa to sleep on.

"Y/n, I really don't think it'll be good for your back to sleep on the sofa like that. You already complain about it enough as it is, you should just use a bed." Jaemin said as you were starting to try and get settled.

"I can't be arsed climbing upto Jisung's bed, so it's this or the floor." You knew what Jaemin was getting at, drunk Jeno isn't as good a whisperer as he'd like to think.

"Well, why don't you sleep with Renjun? He seems nice and comfortable on your shoulder, and you wouldn't want an upset Injunnie on your hands, would you?" Jaemin smirked, knowing you would either cave now, or when Renjun started moping. "Yeah, sleep with me. You're soft, and warm, and cuddly, and I loooooooovvvvvveeeee youuuuuuuu lotsssssss. Loooooooovvvvvveeeee yooooooouuuuuuu." You started off towards his room, because you knew Jaemin was right. A drunk Renjun was a needy and emotional Renjun, and there was no way out of this. As you were walking down the hall, trying to keep to a straight-ish line, you heard Jaemin cooing at you both, so you flipped him off as you closed the door.

Pulling back the covers, you get Renjun into the bed, and go switch off the light. When you get back and begin to lay down, he pulled you in, really closed, and drunkenly kissed you. Granted, it wasn't so much a kiss as Renjun just pushing his face into yours, but your heart still shit itself. After a few more confessions of his undying love for you, and how adorable and lovable and beautiful you are, Renjun buried his head in your chest and fell asleep, not long before you.

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You woke up before Renjun the next day, and felt warm all over at the memories of last night. Playing with his hair was all it took for Renjun to start grumbling and waking up. "Ugh, ah, fuck, that hurts," clenching his hand in a fist, he realised he wasn't laying on a pillow and froze for a second before slowly looking up at you. "Oh, hi..."

"Hey, there. Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Clearly not enough. Could you fill me in?"

"Well, you got really clingy about 3:00 am, and haven't let me go since, except for when I put you in bed and turned out the light. You also kept telling me that you love me lotssss, and then, just as you were falling asleep, you pushed your face against mine, which I can only assume was supposed to be a kiss. But, that's about it." Whilst telling him all of this, you were still playing with his hair, just at the bottom of his head, and he had moved up to be eye level with you on the pillow.

" Listen, I'm really sorry about all of that can we just forget any of it ever happened. I really really am sorry, and I ju-" You cut of his rambling by giving him a proper kiss this time, and looked him right in the eye.

"No, because you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I love cuddling you, and you're the greatest thing to happen to me, and I loooooooovvvvvveeeee youuuuuuuu lotssss, too, and I want to be with you, as much as you do me, apparently. Now, tell me you love me, and cuddle me until we either have to eat or use the bathroom." Renjun looks at you, almost in awe, and dumbly nods his head.

"Yeah, sure, I can do that. I love you more than anything in this whole world, Y/n L/n."

"I love you, too, Huang Renjun."

[glittermemories]

“Rockcandy” MHA: OC Story

Okashi Shuga Hero Agency Internship

Today the students were informed that they would be joining a Hero Agency for a week. Usually kept only to second and third years, the classes of 1-a and 1-b did such and outstanding job that many heroes wanted them over others. They received offers based on the way they performed in the Sports Festival and they chose from those offers. Though the students who didn’t receive offers were still required to participate from 40 other agencies, each with their own specializations in heroism. Before the students chose an agency they still had to choose their hero names. They also had to choose an agency within two days. Mr. Aizawa told the students they had to choose their hero names. All students had a whiteboard and marker in hand “So these names will probably be temporary, but take them seriously…” He was cut off by midnight walking in “Or there will be consequences. The name you pick today could be your name for life. You better be careful or you’ll be stuck with something utterly indecent.” Shuga just kinda cringed at her and mumbled “Aren’t you a little indecent????” She watched gagged a little as she saw Mineta jump up acting like a dog while Sero and Kaminari were drooling. The other girls slightly cringed as well. The class stated “It’s Midnight!”

 Mr. Aizawa looked bored as always “Yeah, she's right. Midnight will have final say over your names. That's not really my forte.” He pulled out his sleeping bag and went to take a nap. Shuga sighed at her uncle and giggled. Kirishima looked to her hearing her giggle “What is it Shuga?” She shook her head “Just my uncle, did he do that before I got here as well?” Kirishima laughed and rubbed the back of his neck “Yeah actually he did. He’s always trying to find some excuse to nap.” She laughed a little louder now “He looks like a caterpillar.” The redhead looked at the napping teacher laughing too “He does actually! I never thought about that.” As they were speaking amongst themselves and giggling the room turned and stared at them. Midnight made a cough sound “Ehem..Mrs. Okashi, is there a reason you and your boyfriend are disrupting class?” The two teens both jumped a little and she was still giggling “I-i’m sorry...pfft...Mrs. Midni-ght. It-it won’t happen a-agai-n..hehe!” Midnight smirked at her “Well I don’t think it will be too funny if I move you away from your what do you call him? Shark boy, and place you next to Mineta?” The girl immediately stopped laughing as she looked too Kirishima in horror. She heard the disgusting mumblings of the purple haired boy only to see that Kirishima had turned and threw a book at him “Stop being such a pervert and show her some respect you weirdo! Next time it won’t be a book, it will be my fist!” Shuga turned as Midnight continued to stare at her and let Mineta be hit by the book hearing an audible thunk “Well?” The pinkette blushing and feeling threatened just bowed and grabbed the back of Kirishima's head bowing him down as well “I-i’m sorry Mrs. Midnight! It- it won’t happen again! PLEASEDON’TMAKEMESITNEXTTOTHATPURPLEFREAK!” 

Kirishima removed her hand from his head and held it tightly still bowing “S-sorry Mrs. Midnight ma’am!” Midnight started laughing “PFFT You should see your faces. It's adorable, the fact that he defends you and demands respect for you is very admirable. I almost lost composure when Okashi forced you to bow as well after assaulting Mineta. You two really are a cute couple.” She stopped laughing “Anyway, I think that was enough embarrassment for you two for one day. Sit back down and lets continue class.” 

They both sat back in their seats still blushing “Y-yes ma’am!” After Shuga had calmed down she saw Kirishima was still blushing staring straight at his table. She squeezed his had a little and leaned on him like always. He gripped her hand back “I-i won’t let anyone say such disgusting things about you.” She smiled up at him “I know..” She slowly sat back up still holding his hand. They both put their attention back on Midnight. “I will give you a bit to come up with a name and I'll let you know if they are good or not. Then I'll let those of you who I think need to a change do so.” She sat there and the students chatted among themselves. Kirishima was talking to Bakugo and Shuga decided to stay to herself and pop her earbuds in. She put on some music and started mumbling to the song “You know who it is...I’m a goddess with a blade..”. She wrote a few names down still singing “So can you handle what were all about? Were so tough, not scared to show you up...up..” She didn’t like them so she erased it. “Can you feel the rush now?” She continued to write out more names “Ain’t nobody bringing us down...down, down, down, down,” she stopped writing part way through and did the hand movements to the song not paying attention to anyone else “they could try but we’re gonna wear the crown. You could go and another round, round, round, round. Wish ya luck but your not bringing us down, down, down, dow-” She looked up after realizing everyone was watching her again. 

Kirishima looked at her “SO CUTE!!!” He hugged her tightly and the rest of the class agreed “SUPER CUTE!!” She giggled but stopped looking to Midnight. Midnight was ogling her with heart eyes “NOW I SEE WHY THEY CALL YOU THE SWEETHEART OF 1-A!!” Bakugo scoffed “She’s not that cute...maybe just a little bit.....” Midnight calmed herself “OK! Enough excitement for now! Who wants to go first???” Everyone was nervous now but a light bulb went off in Shuga’s head and she quickly wrote down her name. First up was Aoyama. He walked up and everyone looked at him they mumbled among themselves once more “Hold your breath. The Shining Hero: I can not stop twinkling!” He held up his hands and Midnight agreed to the name but shortened it to “Can’t stop twinkling” Everyone just cringed at his name “Are you kidding?!” 

Next was Aishido she went with “Alien Queen” but Midnight cringed at the thought of the monstrous alien creature from that Scifi horror film “I don’t think so! Next!” Shuga just looked at her “You accepted Can’t stop twinkling but not Alien Queen...ok then..weird standards.” Everyone was slightly shaken by the first two names and decided that they all needed to come up with something good. The next one was Asui “I think I've got one! Mind if I try next?” Midnight agreed to her request “Come on up!” The green haired girl walked up to the front “I’ve had this one in mind since grade school “Rainy Season Hero: Froppy.” Midnight loved it “What a good name! It makes you sound approachable! What a great example of a name everyone will love!” Everyone cheered after that. Her name made everyone less stressed. 

The next up was Kirishima “I’ve got mine too! The Sturdy Hero: Red Riot!” Midnight popped in “Red Riot? You're paying homage to the Chivalrous Hero: Crimson Riot yes?” Kirishima responded “Yeah, I want to be just like he was. He may be old school but Crimson was always my favorite hero.” She smiled “If your bearing the name of someone you look up to you have that much more to live up to.” He nodded “ I accept the challenge!” He went back to his seat as Jiro went up next. Shuga greeted him when he got back. She was fangirling, “Red Riot! Thats so...so dreamy!!” He blushed “Thanks Shuga.” She smiled brightly “It suits you so well! I just love it!” He ruffled her hair and kissed her forehead “I love you so much.” She blushed “I love you too!” Jiro walked up to the front with a small smile “The Hearing Hero: I’m Earphone Jack.” Midnight immediately approved “Now that's a good one!” 

Next was Shoji “The Tentacle Hero: Tetacole” Midnight went on to say that she liked the idea of his name and how it combined tentacle and tako(octopus). After him was Sero “The Taping Hero: Cellophane.” Then Oijiro “The Martial Arts Hero: Tailman.” Then Sato “The Sweets Hero: Sugarman” Next Aishido again she shouted “PINKY!” Midnight loved it. Next was Kaminari “The Stun Gun Hero: I’m Chargebolt! Electric don’t ya think?” Of course the ravenette swooned and agreed with his name. After him was Hagakure “The Stealth Hero!: Invisible Girl!” Midnight spoke up “That really suits you!” 

She asked more people to come up, Mr. Aizawa still napping in his sleeping bag “Now come on who’s up next!” Yaoyorozu went up “I hope I can live up to this name, I’m the Everything Hero: Creati.” Midnight gleefully spoke again “That puts the create in creative!” After her was Todoroki “Shoto.” The black haired woman was slightly disappointed “Just your name? That's it?” Todoroki just nodded “Mmhm.” Next was Tokoyami “Jet Black Hero: Tsukuyomi.” Midnight swooned once again “Oooh god of the night!” Then Mineta went up and everyone just kinda ignored him “Fresh-Picked Hero: Grape Juice” Next Bakugo went. He slammed his board on the stand and shouted “King Explosion Murder.” Midnight didn’t like it at all “I’m gonna say that one is a little too violent.” Bakugo yelled back at her “HUH WHAT DO YA MEAN??” Kirishima spoke up mocking him, “Why don’t you be Explosion boy?” Bakugo snapped “QUIET WEIRD HAIR!” Shuga just giggled next to him.

 Ochaco was getting ready and went up as Bakugo still fought about his name. “Ok my turn. This is the name I thought of Uravity.” Midnight loved it and noticed that choosing the names went by faster than she thought it would “Ok all we have left is Bakugo who needs to rethink his, Iida, Midoriya aaaand OH Yes,  Okashi!” Iida sat there writing, he was going to choose Ingenium like his brother but opted not to “Tenya” Midnight was surprised but let it go she called up Midoriya and he went to the front, he had a determined look on his face as he set down his board to show everyone. The class was shocked Kaminari spoke up “Are you sure about that?” Kirishima agreed “Yeah man, that could be your name forever.” He spoke up “Right, I used to hate it, but then something changed. I guess someone taught me that it could have a different meaning, and that had a huge impact on how I felt, so now i really like it.” He paused “Deku, that has to be my code name.” Bakugo glared while Ochaco smiled brightly. Shuga nodded with a smile as well silently agreeing on the name. She thought it was a cute name actually.

 Next up was her turn she was a little nervous but quickly finished writing hers out. She slowly walked up to the front blushing, she put her board face down. Midnight noticed her sudden shyness and encouraged her “Its ok whatever name you chose will be perfect.” Bakugo yelled “WHAT?! WE DON'T KNOW WHAT HERS IS YET AND YOU ALREADY APPROVE? WHAT ABOUT MINE?” After that outburst the girl laughed “Ka-chan, your name...pfft..it sounds like a villain, of course you have to change it.” He just muttered and sat down in a huff. That was enough for her to gain her confidence back she held up the board “Ehem...I choose Magical Girl: Amaimaho.” The class was silent and Midnight held both of the girls hands “AHHHH “Sweet Magic” Its so perfect! I love it so much! Job well done I approve your name!” The class agreed and gained heart eyes everyone loved her name and told her what they thought. 

She thanked them and sat back down next to Kirishima. It was now his time to swoon over her “Amaimaho! Its so cute!” He hugged her rubbing his cheek on her head “So cute! So cute! I’m glad I have such and adorable girlfriend like you!” She giggled and hugged him back “T-thank you Eijiro.” Finally Bakugo went up again he only change one word “LORD EXPLOSION MURDER!” Midnight rejected his name for a final time stating that he only changed one thing. 

The students went to their respective agencies Midoriya to Gran Torino, Todoroki to Endevor, Bakugo to Best Jeanist, Iida to Manual, Ochaco to Gun Head, Asui to Selkie, Kirishima to Fourth Kind, Yaoyorozu to Uwabami, Mineta to Mt. Lady, Tokoyami to Hawks, Jiro to Death Arms, Tetsutetsu also to Fourth Kind, Kendo also to Uwabami, and Okashi also to Mt. Lady while taking special training with Mr. Aizawa. 

Everyone kept in contact through texts and emails if their cities were farther away then normal. While everyone was at their internships Shuga was doing both an internship and doing training early in the morning with her uncle at 5 am, which was not something she expected him to be ok with but it was his idea. The girl woke up and went through her normal routine but instead of leaving her hair down she put it up in a high ponytail. She noticed that despite it being early she was excited instead of tired. She threw on a tank top that said “Magical girl in training” on it and some black workout pants with some pink trainers. She grabbed a spare set of clothing and other things she’d need after training for when she headed to her internship. She grabbed her wand off its stand shoving it into the bag and noticed her little furball stretch and get up “Hmm up early i see? Going to training with your uncle?” the black cat waited for Shuga to clip her red bow collar on her. Once the girl was finished she scratched her cat behind the ears “Want to come with me today Sparkle?” The roomba she had in her room awoke and started to clean up the glitter trail as the cat jumped on top of it. “Sure!” As she walked out the roomba followed and stopped at the stairs, said cat jumped on the girls shoulder.

 Shuga walked down the stairs yelling to her still sleeping parents that she was off and she locked the door behind her heading out of the house. She met up with her uncle who was in his sleeping bag waiting for her at the entrance of the school. She slowly crouched down moving some of his hair out of his face “Uncle, wake up. You can’t just sleep on the street, you look homeless.” He opened an eye lazily “Well I thought to rest before you got here.” She smiled sweetly at him “I know uncle you work so hard for the whole class, even if they don’t notice it. I know why you are so tired all the time…” She stood up brushing off her pants “BUT, this was your idea and I'm excited to get started!” She held out her hand for him. He looked up into her gold eyes exasperated “Your right Sweets, lets go.” He unzipped the bag and grasped her hand as she pulled him up “I can’t wait. So what kind of training will we be doing?” He was about to answer when they heard footsteps behind them the pinkette turned around to see a purple haired boy. He looked sleepy and slightly reminded her of Aizawa. She spoke “Hi? Hitoshi? What are you doing here? Uncle?” Hitoshi looked to Mr. Aizawa “H-hey I hope i’m not late. And hey to you too Okashi-chan.”

 Her uncle nodded and said “He will be training with you, we will focus more on hand to hand combat with you. Being a magical girl gives you a slight advantage, making you stronger but you have yet to have to use it, you have managed to keep enemies at a distance for an attack. This should help with close combat situations.” She nodded “Cool! This is exciting, I can’t wait to spar with you! Your quirk is so cool!” He blushed a bit and rubbed the back of his neck “Thank you.” They all continued on into an open field area by the school. She sat her stuff down by a tree, also pulling out her wand. Her cat walked up to the purple haired boy begging for pets. Luckily he loves cats. He was a little shocked when it spoke to him “Pet me! Pet me!” Shuga turned around, a ball of light surrounding her, then it dissipated leaving her in her purple hairstyle and ornament. “Give me the power of Cure Sunshine!” her ornament turned into a yellow flower with a small orange ribbon. 

She put her wand away and walked up to Hitoshi “You really are a magical girl!” She giggled “That's what everyone always says. Who’s to say if I am or not? All I know is that I'm going to kick your butt!” He smirked and put the cat down “Oh really? Well then I hope you know I won't go down without a fight.” She smiled “That's what I was hoping for.” Mr. Aizawa called them over to him and taught them the basics of hand to hand and close combat. Shuga was told that she would try a small spar with Mr. Aizawa then Hitoshi so they could both grasp her strength and see what to help with . She charged up her abilities as a golden aura surrounded body like a thin cover. She popped in her earbuds and stretched for a second then stood and faced her uncle, the music pumping her up . She put her fists up like he taught her. She ran at him Aizawa not expecting what she did “Sunshine Punch!” she aimed her fist but he caught her wrist and tried to block only for her to use her arm as leverage. She flipped her body over his, so she was now behind him causing him to almost fall backward but he let her go and somehow stumbled forwards. 

She used that opportunity and charged up another attack “Sunshine Kick!” He tried to use his quirk on her and erasure her quirk but it failed somehow and she landed a strong blow kicking the man a small distance away. She freaked out “UNCLE!” Hitoshi, who watched the entire thing was also shocked “His quirk didn’t affect her? Is it because they are blood related, no..could it really be…?” She ran over to help him up as he gripped his side “Uncle, your quirk! It failed? Why?” He looked as confused as she was, her cat sauntered over to her “Maybe you really are a magical girl. It could explain a lot actually.” She looked to her pet “Maybe i really am? Maybe this isn’t a quirk at all but something entirely different?” Aizawa looked a bit confused but then nodded “It's a great possibility at this point. But right now I think maybe we should call it quits for today I need to go find recovery girl…” She nodded worried, after the U.S.J. Incident he seemed more tired than usual. “B-but what about Hitoshi?” Said boy walked over to the two “I-it’s ok, I think Mr. Aizawa is more important at the moment. Plus its almost noon we’ve been training for a long time now.” 

The girls eyes widened like saucers “WHAT?!” She looked at her phone “UGH HOW COULD I LET THIS HAPPEN?! MY INTERNSHIP! I have to be there in 5 minutes!” the purple haired boy looked to her again “Its ok, you go. I’ll walk with Mr.Aizawa.” Her uncle was about to protest since he would rather just go back to his sleeping bag and nap. But she gave him a stern look “You go with him. I worry about you a lot uncle. I know you are a Pro-Hero but still.” He finally just relented and agreed “Good now I have to speed off.” She looked at her phone and grabbed her bag, her cat jumping on her shoulder “Hang on sparkle we have to rush.” she held up her wand “Pretty Cure! SHINING FORTISSIMO!” She was bathed in golden light that picked her up, she shot off towards the agency faster than regular Floral Fortissimo. 

She got there just in time, not even getting to change or get less sweaty. She looked kinda messy with glitter covering her body as she ran into the agency. Mt. Lady looked shocked and so did the small toddler like boy which Shuga failed to notice “I’M SORRY MA’AM I’M LATE!” The lady looked at her clock “Hmm a minute late, not too bad. But um why do you look like someone dumped a bucket of glitter on you. And where is your hero suit??” She blushed “u-uh i had special training with my uncle. Mr. Aizawa...Eraser Head. I don’t know if you’ve heard of him.” Mt. Lady laughed “Of course I know him. I’m guessing your Okashi Shuga? What's your hero name?” Shuga was blushing “Ah, its Amaimaho. And this glitter is a side effect of my quirk, so i’m sorry if I get glitter everywhere. I can bring my roomba from home next time.” The blonde laughed some more at the girls flustered state “It’s ok, how about you go get ready and come back we’ll wait for you.” The girl tilted her head to the side “We?”

 She turned as she felt something grab her leg it was Mineta. The girl screeched as she kicked him off of her and into the wall “AHH Oo-h oops.” She walked to him and helped him up “Sorry about that, that's why you just don’t grab girls like that. Gosh learn some manners Mineta. If Eijiro were here he would have done worse than that.” The boy held his nose “Worth it!” She just shoved him back down “Such a pervert. I’ll be back in a moment Mt. Lady.” The blonde nodded. Shuga got situated and went back to where the others where now not covered in glitter. Mt. Lady looked up “That's your hero costume? That looks like cheap workout clothing...” She looked down “Ah no actually this is.” She pulled her wand up and held it up a ball of light surrounding her again as usual. When she came out she was in her outfit and her hair changed it color and style. Her wand grew smaller and she put it in the pouch around her waist. “I hope this is more acceptable.” The blonde smiled “Perfect, it suits you. But today we are going to do something other than fighting villains. We are going to do chores, cooking, cleaning, basics for when Hero’s have down time.” Mineta inwardly cringed and outwardly cried “WHAT! CHORES!” The girl laughed at his pain but answered Mt.Lady “Ah this is great, I'm still kinda sore from my training this morning. I’m excited to cook! I got up so early I forgot to grab the bento I made for Eijiro last night.”

 Mt. Lady giggled “Oooh Eijiro? Is that a boyfriend I here?” Shuga blushed “Y-yes..he is. We’ve been together for a while now. First name basis and everything. I usually make lunch for him but I forgot it today.” The blonde spoke up “Then I guess cooking is first. After you come back from your boyfriend's place we will continue.” She blushed like a tomato “O-oh I just have to bring it to the agency he’s working at. He’s interning as well.” Mt. Lady nodded “What agency?” She thought for a moment “I believe the agency belongs to a hero named...oh what was it...OH Fourth Kind.” She smiled “Ah a chivalrous hero. Fourth Kind, I met him before. If your boyfriend is the rowdy kind he’ll whip him into shape.” She thought for a moment “Rowdy, He’s not rowdy pfft. He's strong and kind. I think that should be a good agency for him.” Well we have a long day and it already 1:30. If you want to get to him before lunch is over we should get started now. Also Mineta you can start by sweeping and mopping the office.”

 The small boy cried over his suffering but went along anyways. Shuga had cooked her hardest, wiping the sweat from her brow, and admiring her handy work. It was just a basic two compartment bento. The bottom was half rice with steamed vegetables and the top was Karaage chicken, those little octopus hotdogs, rolled tomago and some fruit with a small cup of whipped cream on the side. She wrapped it up in a red flannel fabric pack and turned to Mt.Lady “Alright i’m going to head out now i’ll be back soon!” She walked out and wondered if she should use her quirk or if she should just walk there. She decided to just walk there instead. She texted Kirishima but he didn’t respond, so she sped up her walking a bit, worried that she might have missed him and he was already starting whatever his internship entailed

. Once she finally got to the Agency where Fourth Kind was she heard a small commotion inside. She slowly and quietly walked inside hearing something about idiots and tea. She saw the four armed man about to punch Kirishima which infuriated her “GOLDEN AEGIS!” she held up her one hand having to fight to hold the barrier up. Kirishima turned around “Shuga?!” Fourth Kind was shocked as he stared at the golden sunflower shield floating in front of him, “Who are you?” She glared at him “Get your meaty fists away from him! I’m Magical Girl: Amaimaho. And it looks like from what Mt. Lady said you aren’t as chivalrous as you look. Who goes around punching their interns!” Kirishima laughed and walked up to her at the misunderstanding “Shuga it’s ok. I’m sorry for the way this looks. Of course to someone who hasn’t been here it would look like he’s abusing us, but he only hits us with our quirks activated.” She walked over to him and hugged him “Sorry. I just got nervous since you didn’t answer your phone, and then hearing that I didn’t know what to think.” 

He hugged her back “Well i’m alright, I’ll make sure no matter what, I'll always be ok. I will always come back to you everyday.” She pulled away and smiled “Alright! I promise to do the same then! I didn’t mean to cause such a commotion.” He just admired her bright smile when Fourth Kind started to speak “I’m sorry little lady for the misunderstanding but I require no cellphones in the workplace. Besides…” She walked up to him, smiled, and bowed “I understand Mr. Fourth Kind Sir…” but her smile turned menacing and her anguish rivaled Bakugos “But if I catch you touching my sweet shark boy again i’ll break your hands…” He backed up nervously, Tetsutetsu slowly inched behind Kirishima “Dude, your girlfriend is really scary when she’s mad.” Kirishima called out to her to distract her “Shuga. Why did you come here by the way? I mean i’m happy to see you but what about your internship?” 

She immediately switched to being super sweet and she walked back over to him which in turn freaked out the other two people in the room. She held up the red flannel wrapped container “Oh! So with Mt. Lady she wanted us to focus on what to do when waiting to be called out. So basically chores. Plus...I always make you lunch…” She blushed “I-i kinda forgot about it this morning because of the early training with Eraser Head. I had to be up at 5am so I was going to grab it but rushed out of the house. I didn’t want uncle to have to wait.” He blushed as well “B-but we aren’t in classes at the moment plus you’d have to travel all the way here everyday. And if you have to be up early and then go to your internship and then come here your going to get so tired.” She looked down pouting “I always make lunch for you…always.” He hugged her giggling at her pouting face “I’m so lucky to have such a sweetheart like you. Thank you and if you ever get too tired its ok to take a break. Please promise me you will do so if that happens?” She nodded and hugged him tightly once more. 

He kissed her forehead “Ok, i’m sure you have to get back to your internship now. So I'll take the bento.” She pulled away and kissed his cheek “Here you go! I hope you like it! I made your favorite! Karaage chicken. I’ll be on my way now.” She gave him one last quick kiss on the lips and ran out “Bye Eijiro! I’ll see you tomorrow!” He blushed then shook his head “That silly girl.” The other two people in the room just stared at the doorway scared and confused. A few days later Mt. Lady sent Shuga out to Hosu city to pick up some special supplies and ingredients to cook with. “Why did I have to come all the way out here for Fish? A frying pan from Hosu? a red flannel...and jeans that have “shark boy” on the legs ...IS THIS A JOKE? Where am I even supposed to find pants that say that?” She called the blonde woman “Hi. Yeah. So, like wHAT the heck is THIS LIST? SHARK BOY PANTS? A RED FLANNEL? Where do i even find pants THAT SAY THAT!!?” Mt. Lady responded “I-i thought it would be cute! Also i found them at a store there. I don’t know why they had those but I was so excited and thought of you and Kirishima. Plus think of this as a slight vacation from all the hard work you’ve been doing.”

 The girl just sighed “Ok. Fine. I kinda will. I’ll be back soon though. But what is the store called anyway.” the blonde responded “It's literally called Shark Boy ...think of it sort of as Boy London but like they only have girl clothes and it's called Shark Boy. Anyway have fun byeeee!” The pink haired girl stared at her phone making a puffer fish face and then sighed and put her phone away. “Might as well get this over with.” She had acquired all of the other supplies other than the pants and a red flannel. She finally found the store and walked in looking nervous. She walked up to the counter the employee putting things in a box. She looked at him and he turned to her “Hello welcome to Shark Boy!” She gave him a strange look “Eijiro? What did you do to your hair? What are you doing in Hosu city? What about your internship?” The guy looked at her and blushed. He was the spitting image of Kirishima but with orange hair. He coughed “hehe sorry Dudette. My name is Kevin and I've like never seen you before in my life. I think I'd remember meeting a girl with pink curly hair.” 

She looked at him closely, she didn’t see the scar that Kirishima has over his eye and she saw he had straight teeth like Sero instead of sharp ones. She quickly bowed “I-i’m so sorry. You look almost identical to my boyfriend, but his hair is red and he has a small scar over his right eye. He also has sharp teeth because of his quirk. A-anyway, um could you help me find a red flannel and jeans that say Shark Boy on them.” The boy told her it was ok and proceeded to help her shop around she found the items needed. The flannel had a picture of a shark on the back, the pants were skinny jeans that had the word “Shark” on one side and “Boy” on the other with a small shark on the back pocket. She paid, thanked the boy and left. As she was walking back she noticed it was getting dark. “Oh i should probably hurry and get back to Mt Lady.” As she was walking to the train station, she saw a familiar hero.

 Well in her eyes a flaming trash bag. It was the number two hero Endeavor. “Oh what the hell is this?!” She inwardly cringed as she despised this man so much since she learned what he did to Todoroki. She tried to walk past only to see a girl in front of him holding what appeared to be a flaming baseball bat with nails in it. The girl seemed to be trying to threaten him. She had on a white hoodie that basically looked like a dress on her small figure. She had on those black cat tights and a tail was slowly swaying behind her. The girl also had a white mask that was cat shaped and covered her whole face. It had a poorly drawn on face. Shuga stopped “HEY! WHat do you think your doing?!” 

The girl turned to her “AMAIMAHO...Shuga?! This doesn’t concern you leave! What are you even doing in Hosu City?!” Endeavor folded his arms and huffed this was clearly going to be pointless. The pinkette noticed the short girls stature “Caturnity?..Neko? Why are you trying to attack Endeavor? I mean I don’t like the human dumpster fire either but he’s the number two hero you’ll get killed!” the short girl pointed the bat at him “That...ThAT THING..HE’S A MONSTER!! I don’t even know where Touya is anymore! I can’t find him no matter how hard I try, I...I thought I had found his trail...but really it was this foul creature!” Endeavor was about to protest at them “I told you Touya is de-”  but the shorter girl turned “SHUT IT FIRE BOY!” She looked at her old friend “Look I know how much Toya means to you. I know how hard you’ve searched. But this is not the way to do it and you know it!” The white clad girl snapped her fingers putting them in an alternate universe where time seemed to take an eternity. The world looked like it was in an apocalypse a flaming trash can nearby. Endeavor was frozen but could hear everything the strange girl said. The girl took off her mask to reveal her one green eye and one yellow eye both of them cat-like, the pupils slits. She removed her hood and growled lowly as tears streamed down her face, her furry ears on the top of her white hair laid flat as she gave in and dropped to the ground throwing the bat away from her. 

“Touya...he was all I had besides you. But you got into UA because of your uncle and then I never saw you again. I saw him years ago. I followed him everywhere, keeping a distance, sleeping in alley near buildings he stayed in, I didn’t want to scare him away and lose him again. I knew he ran away because of that flaming jerks stupid mad desire to be number one.” Said man looked surprised and was about to say that it was impossible that whoever she followed was Touya but the cat girl gave him a look that could kill and yelled  “YOU! You can never be number one, not with your sick attitude towards your own children…” She screamed “YOU CALLED HIM USELESS GARBAGE. WELL GUESS WHAT IF ANYONE IS USELESS IT'S YOU! I…..I can’t stand to look at you. HE WAS ALL I HAD AND YOU TOOK THAT FROM ME.” The man just stood there unable to move, and now unable to speak as a black creature crawled up his back and covered his mouth from behind. 

The girl sat there sobbing as her head started to hurt. Shuga was kneeling next to her and hugged her tightly “Look, Don’t you worry. We’ll find him again one day trust me we will.  You can come with me, mom loves you. She’ll definitely let you stay with us and i’ll convince Uncle and Mt. Lady to give you recommendations, i’m sure they’ll let you in the hero course, with your cat reflexes and alternate reality quirk i’m sure they’ll let you into U.A.” The girl looked at her “Please don’t leave me. Please! I can’t deal with anything alone anymore!” Shuga hugged her just as tightly “Never again. Now come on let's go. Can we get out of here?” Black figures started climbing on Endeavor the one covering his mouth was whispering horrifying things in his ear. The smaller girl snapped her fingers again releasing them from the scary alternate reality. Endeavor jumped slightly when he was among the regular world. He quickly regained his composure and looked at the girl “Your quirk is strong i’ll give you that. I’ll even give you a recommendation letter.”

 The girls stood up and started walking past him ignoring him. The cat girl made sure she shoved him out of the way with her shoulder “I would never accept a letter from the likes of you. Your a monster.” They both walked on with Shuga carrying her bags. Unbeknownst to her that she got a text from Midoriya calling for help. The girls were unaware of the hero killer, Midoriya, Todoroki, and Iida fighting until she got on the train heading from Hosu. She read the text and immediately called her uncle “Uncle! Its Midioriya! He’s in trouble. It's the He-” He cut her off already knowing of the situation. “I know, your in Hosu right now right?” She responded “I’m already on the train! I saw the message too late…” He heard the worry in her voice “It’s ok Sweets, it can’t be helped. We already have pros and proper authority on the way. Just come back home and we’ll get it all sorted out.” She agreed with a sigh “Of course. A-also Uncle…” He didn’t respond he just waited for her “I have someone...I need your.. she needs our help.” He just said “Ok. Get home safe and we’ll take care of that too.” Shuga responded “I’m a hero in training remember? I’ll be ok. I’ll be home a bit late. Can you let mom know too please?” He agreed and they both ended the call.

 Her friend was watching her. Shuga noticed her friend staring and looked back at her. The cat girl looked so tired, her clothes were clean though due to her quirks. She looked so broken. The pinkette leaned over and pet her friends head “It will be ok Neko. We’ll figure everything out. Your life won’t be so hard anymore, I promise.” The girl nuzzled her friends hand and hugged her. They rode the rest of the way home talking and catching up on the years they missed together. They got off the train, Shuga holding Neko’s hand “I have to go back to my internship for a second to drop off some stuff. Then head to my boyfriends internship he should be getting off right now so I usually walk home with him. 

The cat girl blushed “Boy-friend...thats cute.” She giggled as they arrived at the first building. She took out the spare key and opened the door. She flipped on a light as she still held the cat girls hand “You can sit over there for a sec. I need to put this stuff up and then change really quick.” The girl nodded quietly and sat down awkwardly *this is a heros office? WOOW!* The pinkette came back fully changed, her hair in a ponytail and wearing the clothes she bought earlier. The cat looked at her “W-whats up with the shark-s?” Shuga blushed “U-uhh..it..ya see..it's just a long story but you’ll see soon why. Let's get going though. He’s probably waiting for me.” Shuga held out her hand and the white haired girl took it slowly. They both left and headed for Fourth Kind’s agency.

 While walking she handed her an earbud “Here, let's listen to some music together. I know that used to help you calm down.” The cat girl took it happily “Is-i-s this BlackPink?” The girl nodded singing along she walked down the street dancing the moves “Boombayah!” They both laughed at her antics. When they made it to Fourth Kinds agency Kirishima was in normal clothing waiting for her. He turned as he felt her jump at him “Eijiro!” He hugged her catching her “Shuga! Hehe. I was waiting for y-Woah.” He looked behind her “I-is this...who is she? I’ve never seen a cat girl before.” The girl stood up and helped him up “Well i’d actually like you to meet my best friend. We got separated for a couple years but we ran into each other while I was in Hosu City.” Kirishima looked concerned for a moment “Hosu City? Are you ok?! I saw Midoriya’s sos.” She smiled and kissed his cheek “Yes I'm ok. We weren’t in that area of Hosu. By the time I got the sos I was already on the train with her.” she grabbed his hand and walked up to the shorter white haired girl, her ears twitching and tail moving slowly in apprehension “This is Genjitsu Neko. She’s my best friend and she’s lucky because she has two quirks. Her cat senses and reflexes. She also has an alternate reality quirk where anything can happen in there but she can only be in there for 5min at a time or it will start to affect her psychologically and mess with her cat senses” the girl shook his hand while he smiled showing his shark like teeth “Now I know why you have that attire Shuga. He’s adorable, you say I'm lucky but you have him...and i…” Her friend walked up in front of her and hugged her “Hey, hey it’s ok. Everything will be ok, we will find him ok? Meanwhile guess what?” The girl looked at her friend as her bicolored eyes watered “What?” 

Shuga smiled “Shoto is in my class, soon to be our class. He goes to U.A.!” Her friend's eyes went wide “R-really! that-s ...i..” She started bawling “I’m so happy now.. Thank you Shuga…” The girl smiled at her friend as Kirishima looked at her noticing the outfit “Shark Boy?” She blushed “I-it's a long story but I hope you like it because I bought this outfit for you.” He said “You brought that to impress me?” She nodded. He laughed “Ah I might as well marry you right now.” The girl stared at him wide eyed “Do- do you mean...?” He blushed “W-well we should probably wait till we graduate. But let's think of that later.” He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder running past the white haired girl “CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!!!” The girls eyes go wide her instincts kicking in as she laughed chasing after them “NO PROBLEM SHARK BOY!” 

After the internships were over the class returned to normal except with one new person. Mt.Lady had agreed to give a recommendation and after talking more with her uncle he gave one too. Evern Kirishima managed to get Fourth Kind to give the cat girl one. She was transferred into class 1-a without a hitch. Shuga walked in with a smaller person behind her. The class turned around and was about to greet her when they noticed a white tail. “HEY WHEN DID YOU GROW A TAIL SAILOR MOON?” Shuga just huffed “You know Ka-chan, as your friend I love you so believe me when I tell you, that you have the absolute worst timing when it comes to being a asshole.” The boy just looked at her “WHAT”D YOU SAY?!” 

Mr. Aizawa slammed his had on the desk which was new given his regular demeanor “Hey Bakugo Shut it! Your scaring the poor girl.” the shorter girl hiding behind Shuga was shoving her face into her friends back while her tail hid between her legs. Bakugo was confused “EH STUPID. OKASHI ISN’T SCARED OF ME. I KNOW THAT FOR SURE. SO WHO ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” Mr. Aizawa looked him in the eye “If you stop yelling we can introduce her.” Shuga turned to her friend “Look it’s ok you’ll do fine. I even got uncle to switch seats around so you can be near Shoto, and me. I have to go sit down now, but you got this.” She hugged her as her flustered friend was left to the class. The short cat girl opened her eyes slowly the green one first then yellow. Her ears lifted themselves and twitched at small sounds while her tail went back to normal. She relaxed a bit as she took in her class. They all stared at her in shock. Todoroki’s eyes widened and he sat up not believing what he was seeing. 

She spoke softly “M-my name is..Genjitsu...Neko. It's nice to meet you all.” She wrote her name and its meaning on the board Genjitsu(Reality) Neko(Cat). “My quirk.. If you can’t tell is being part cat...but also..this…” She snapped her fingers and the classroom was now a field of flowers outside with a tree above for shade. The class was surprised but they liked it and cheered “Wow this is so cool!” She responded “I can put myself or others in an alternate reality for a little while. My limit is 5min and then it will affect me psychologically and mess with my cat senses. My hero name is Caturnity” She snapped her fingers again and the class went back to its normal state.

 With that Todoroki stood up abruptly, everyone was shocked. The small girl saw him and teared up “Shoto!” Her quickly ran to her embracing her in tight hug. “I-i..I tried my best to find him...I found him for a while that's why I was gone for so long..but I lost him ...one day. Then I thought I picked up on his trail again...but it-it was Endeavor..” Todoroki just shushed her and walked her over to the empty seat next to him “It’s ok Neko. I know you tried your hardest.” Mr. Aizawa let the class talk among themselves to catch up and he took a nap. Somehow Bakugo’s hair stayed in that strange smoothed down style but Kirishima and Sero laughed at him making him angry enough that it went back to normal. The girls except for Genjitsu talked about their internships. Aishido is amazed by Jiro helping in a hostage situation and the rest of the girls are amazed that Asui helped take down a drug smuggling ring. Asui asks about how Uraraka and Shuga’s training went. Uraraka talks about how she has found her fighting spirit. Shuga explains that while she didn’t train under Mt. Lady for her internship she instead trained separately with her uncle and Hitoshi Shinsou. She also gives Mineta a look and he cowers in fear “Also me and Mt. Lady spent the time torturing that pervert with chores the entire time. Now he thinks girls are evil.” All the girls laughed at him. 

She also explains that while she was there for the Hosu incident she was not actually there. She was doing other things when she stumbled across her old friend and only got the sos after they were both on the train. Kaminari talks about how he fawned over his Internship. Then everyone talks to Todoroki the cat girl lightly napping next to him. As well as Midoriya and Iida about the Hosu Incident. They spoke about the Hero Killer and Midoriya said he was cool, then apologized to Iida. Iida told him it was ok and that Stain’s actions were wrong despite his tenacity. He vowed to continue from then on to walk the true and proper path of a hero. Everyone started to talk in their own smaller groups. Todoroki held a small ghost of a smile as he slowly ran his hands through the cat girls hair giving her all his attention after they were separated for so long. She smiled at him lazily happy to be with her friends again, she still had a small pang in her heart for Touya. She knew they would find him again one day. And boy was she right. 

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New/revised/whatever- List of stuff

Egos (Marks/Jacks) that I have written for or at least actually have thought about HCS/other universes for:  (Just some brief rambles about them, please don't hesitate to ask about them :3)

  -Anti,   Two takes really, I like him soft, like him mean, hes just fun to write, plenty of different ways to spin why he acts out, what he is and all that. My current fav way to portray him is a missing piece of Seans soul, which means hes unstable as a ‘person’ (cough, not really a human but not, not human either.)  And how he has static filled blue eyes but usually hides them with the scary emerald green...

-Jameson,  I will always stand by this kinda universe i created with a friend aages ao that Shawn took away Jamesons voice when being puppeteered by an awful ink creature that shares his body.  Giving Jameson a lovely fear of knives, some scars, and some very damaged vocals..

-Crank, Oh my fucking boi, a near dead human spliced with a bunch of robot parts..human skin tangled with wires and a heart incased in metal..hes a right mess, a voice in his head that makes him feel all sorts of bad.. He tries his best..he cries oil,  I hardly get to write  him but I love him.

-Blank, another big fav oi, black hollow eyes..a tendency to faint... My Hc involves him having been in an accident that almost killed him, leaving him with a very rare heart condition. He also has an aura which..kinda ties into him having a few abilities and stuff. 

-Nes.. He started off as my own kinda Ethan ego, basically Ethan who was mistreated and really lost his marbles..hes great for the real twisted messed up kinda stuff, so dependant on others, a minor murderer, and has been eyed off by a certain ice cream driver for quite some time...

-Were eth,  Okay granted this was literally just kinda an idea that..Eth became a were wolf boi, fangs, tail, ears. Hes just a fun lil pupper

-Eden. Succubus Ethan basically, but well, he again kinda turned into his own thing separate from Ethan. He's got a tail and wings, and hes a lovely lithe thing. He doesnt dare do things without consent, just gets a bit touchy-feely when hes gone without any energy for too long. Very wide stunning saphire eyes. 

- Jackie  Oh my lad..Buff, trans, adorable, sweet. I always love tinkering around with how/what powers he has tbh..and like- I’ve always had the hc that his eyes are lilac?? or gold. Depending on things.. and he works either at a comic book store, a gym, or at the counter of a gas station. Gives the best hugs. Also I love AUS where hes a phoniex because of uhm?? Big fucking red wings??? YES.

-Hen, Getting his accent right is tough but other than that I love writing about the tired doctor living off coffee and ignoring himself in favor of others. 

-Chase The fucking best dad, sunshine lad. Running a vlogging channel and doing his best while combatting depression..I hc him to have chronic fatigue so he has to push himself extra hard. but He does well in trying to get better and look after himself and only slips up like any other helpless human. Very fun to write. 

- Robbie.   Sof.t zombie lad. Drown in a sweater. Stutters and is v quiet. Slow with speech. Struggles to see sometimes. Loves soft textures.Loves attention. Overall soft fucking lad.

-KOTS, To mean known as Simon. Actually v smart, big brain, very scattered n shy and nervous and squirrelish. Loves books n plants, loves nature. Red is his best colour. Warm sweaters and nuzzling and cuddling up. I always get torn between him being a hybrid of human/squirrel or just a lovely soft guy. 

-Yan ! My fem nb/trans gal! They’ll kick ass with their katana, have the hots for Bim, and looove Japanese culture and stuff. Very adorable. Loves pink. 10/10 love to write. 

-Technically I do have a muse for Mark, or..idea? I’m thinking about shoving it into my own oc/thing..but basically he got tortured n abused by Authy so hes not quite like the real life markimoo..just a nervous mess whose dealing with his traumas..

-Bing, Skater lad, yellow/orange eyes, sunflower vibes. Tries his best, clumsy as fuck, great for a laugh when hes not cowering under google. 

-Edward iplier,  Gah my doctor lad.. I have a hc that he Lost arm. In fire..or by dark n wilf.  He has heterochromia too!! One cho ceye one blue one. He is a fucking nerd (Minor adhd lets be honest) He fucking loves space and science and space/science related lights. He has a bat plus with spacey wings. He likes reading, likes being clean and is quite a quiet indulger in food which has left him with a big of a softer figure. Super gentle nature..nothing like the arrogant portrayal we got in some videos. 

-Angus   I love this man!!! Part Aussie, part irish, a whole lot of gruff old dad with a soft spot for nice people and animals, has his own big place, next to a large ass forest. Loads of scars. Loves boots and cameo coloured clothing. A lovely guy when you get past the rough edges. 

Aand onto all my ocs as of writing this (cause you name well know I be writing new ones like..all the time.) 

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OC’S (My original characters!)

-Jessy, Cowboy-   Choker with gold bell. Lil ears/horns. Spots. Shy but sweet. Hands and feet different colour to rest of skin. Kinda  fur ish feeling rather then just straight-up skin.  Pear shaped figure. Shy lad. Likes to take lots of naps, anxious easily but a big people pleaser too. 

-Ailan and Keros. Moth n butterfly boi.  (Literally just made up with a friend, just a random soft pair of lads tbh nothing too fleshed or spesh)

- Louie - Followed by a dark being/creature/spirit... Yet to determine what else about him, but hes got brown hair, pointed ears and looks lovely in green.

-Quinton  A Hybrid of Demon and Angel otherwise called a Guardian. Quirky, Pan as shit, great dress sense. Extremely calm. Can see auras. Lovely black feathered wings. Bright blue hair.  Kind smile. Works at a little coffee shop in his spare time.

-Ori  Very pure angel boy, previously owned and not very well treated by a god, came crashing down to earth with no memories but his wings intact. Some help him. 

-Lumi  Ghost boy! Died years ago under awful circumstances..now lingers around on earth, sometimes meeting humans who happen to be able to feel or see his presence, he has the ability to make himself solid for short periods of time. 

- Lucio Witchy..dragon soul something or other- Deaf.Paralyzed? In the arms??They might use alot of energy trying to hover around instead of having to use a chair..(I mean how many witches do you see with chairs??).. Although they could not have use of their arms instead, like..paralyzed from the shoulder down- they still have them but theyre effectively useless and easily sore.. (which might make magic really hard, cause theyd have to master it again without their hand gestures.)

- Eztli, Bit of a prick. Basically got cursed to have really weird blood that replished and rejuvinated too fast/too much by a witch he angered. So he turned the curse into a good thing and basically goes out offering himself as a human blood bag for vamps willing to pay in info, items, cash or uh..other services..  

- Gallio Photographer, has hypocalcemia. Haven't really done much else with him tbh.

-Aomi Warlock/witch in training. Downright awful at it. Young and lives in a nice lil cottage outside of the village he was abandoned in.

- Lucas A moonstone gem perma-fusion, he kinda has SPD/DID but he doesn't, cause..hes two gems that became one but not fully. Leaving him to be a bit of a mess and not as strong as other moonstones. 

- Kiyan. A little assistant android!! Created to assist, he can make portals!, He works at a post office. Hes under surveillance by the company that made him and isnt yet aware of many human customs/emotions.. 

- Alex  A very confused, overly optimist Alien who doesn’t know what they are. Come from the planet Eutychia, 4'3. They fucking glow. You know  Kilowatt from space chimps? think that. But hair n freckles and more human and just as  bubbly and energetic. 

-Locus  Mer/Fish boi!  Transparent fins, glowy patches, plays harp + loves music.

-Lir  A Tiny Octopus/Human hybrid lad. Makes little burble and trill noises. Quite harmless. Needs a home. 

Benji (Strawberry shortcake boi- Cursed tape /bandages. Demi half god.? One eye. Uses notes. To communicate but also sign. Really. Good sweets maker)

 Small bois (A collection of tinys because G/T is fucking great okay?)

- Tobias. Literally Made of hair gel. cleary, adorable, aaand Eats soap..amoung other non food items he probably should not ingest but does..

- Hinto  Guy made of foam slime. Very chill n laid back.

- Glowstick bubs. (Alo/aloke -  Green and blue  +  Siro - Yellow n pink.  + Mavi (Vi) Red and silver. + Roxy (Ro) - Orange and  purple )  They’re a cross between glowsticks and lava lamps and its epic- asides the fact they have like.half a brain cell each. Lots of sleeping n lazign around.

- Theo  A tiny ink creature.  A clever little lad, who likes to drawn and write n paint in ink and leave cheeky little black splotches everywhere. A very good writer companion tho. 

- JellyBubs! A collection of tiny sentient jelly babies, hungry lads will raid your cupboards. 

-Miel A tiny little bee boy! Loves flowers <3 

Apocolyse Squad:

The planet Keres,  Left uninhabitable after the invasion that ruined the air and killed almost the entire race.

Sameal o’Ceirin (Being of smoke- partly blind.)

Mallory Thomas (Part cat. Vet, partner to Sam who ends up dying in the canon of their story)

Hamrish Benat  (Hayden. 4 eyes, soft tongue. PTSD. extra tiny heart in wrist. Quite fem/soft. Likes soap cutting vids and stuffed toys/teddies.)

Joshua who cares (An asshole. Staight up. He dies. Fuck him. He sucks ass.)

Andy peters (Strong, kind. Kinda like Tyler shied. Big, tol, but actually pretty soft.)

Adrian  Géarán  (Tail, fire abilities, likes to make little robots. Very weak n has a couple of disabilities that leave him tired n such, which aint great for his esteem or his team when the apoc hits.)

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Wyatt ???? ?????????????????

Pace- Nerdy. Finds a cat. Observer for the aliens. Is immune to black goop. 

Four - buff. Scary. Deadly. 

Apocolypse Squad Part 2  Small lads who dont derese to be in danger: 

  -Apep, Naga boi  Legs mutate into a cool tail. Hisses, fangs. Adorable loves the sun. bout 20 years old. 

Chris. Camp leader! Biig dad type, redhead, buff, likes gardening and camping, very outdoorsy. Little awkward but great.

Small child Talise- nickname tails? ..   Blind and slightly traumatized by the car crash that killed his mother and ended up with glass in his eyes, very sensitive to noise n textures.     Ends up mutating tails.  6 v young n smol  blocks n colourin

Shirin Parvis. Crystal boi .. trained solider/ royalty.  Tried to warn people before the apoc hit and failed. Now tries to protect the small group of surviors he stumpbles across. 

 Zephaniah, mutation turns him into a  Chameleon basically, just.. a human one. He  Prefers Zeph. Big gamey Nerd-  gets a pet gecko.  16. Quiet. Loves Lazar skirmish and lazers. 

Moyachi, Cactus boi!! Plant bab. Loves water and has clear/lime green tinted aloe/herbal helpful blood. Spikes up at defense from bad people 18/ 19   likes drawing. Pretty grumpy and needs a break.

Colin, nicknames: Coco,  Lady bug lad, who is baby trans  mutation resulted in a weird Red/Orange skin condition basically.  Can predict weather v accurately.       Ballet/dance, 14   Likes cooking. 

Hotaru , Firefly bby  - Glowy bub with antenna,  possibly mutates wings.. Sassy and tired. Turns nocturnal as the apoc progressed. Also becomes Colins first love <3

Zeno  A Siren of sorts.  DC/ hip hopper/   Lost his arm in apoc.  He loooves music alot. Very purple aesthetic and checkerboards.

Liren Pichi, deaf peaches n cream aesthetic boi- Nickname Pichi.  He is alone during the apoc, sneaks aboard and ship and goes missing..

Neighbours AU:

They all live on the homeworld, Ermioni.

Lesbabs:

Blake Aglaia  A human with a gift of being able to put emotions into glass balls.. Red head, quite fem, but gay, sweet, but not mousy. 

Lynx ?? An alien and human, the alien somewhat resides inside its host but they coexist. Sometimes goes feral.  Alien half likes to go by Perse  (Percy)  They have cool looking saliva- viens that run down their arms that are pretty cool- sharper nails/claws. Tendrils. Large ol mouth. Lots of pointy ass teef. Lynx likes to train,go to gym, and kick ass. Big ass butch energy.

Demon fam:

Hyacinth  A six-armed demon with serious parent energy. Big gardener, his body grows flowers depending on his moods/strength of emotions. Purple neck length hair. Great at comfort and cooking. 

Rhys  A Demon with a great curiosity about humans has a sibling, Feri.  Rhys is a big nerd, but very hard to get to know. Not great with emotions, comes across a tad distant and cold without always meaning too. Loves candles and lots of autumn aesthetic. 

Anthos, AKa Ant. Rhys and Hy’s accidentally created/summoned a toddler.. and hes fucking adorable. 

Vato - V   Hy has another bub later on who's more purpley blue with red curled horns and 4 arms.. No tail.. 4 eyes. V cute and inquisitive. Less noisy and wreckless than Ant. 

Roommates:

Douglas Connelly  A regular chubby human bean! Learning to become a chef. He loves food, loves cooking and also loves dancing. Hes a big guy, big cudddler, but a little shy and akward at times. 

Donovan Amores  Real fricking cool and smokin hot Bartender with a love for dogs. Dougs roommate. Has glowing fuckin orbs- donates his heart to a fucking god is smooth as fuck, background heavily Spanish, moved when young.

Haris Alaksim Real name (lost in translation, Huitzilopochtli God of sun and war) ) - A god whom Dono is very close with and donates his heart two one every 3 years during the day of the highest sun. He is a god / Mouros.    Donovan refers to him as “Dios gentil”  or “ Viejo colibrí sabio”   (“El viejo colibrí sabio es un dios gentil” (The old wise hummingbird is a gentle god.)

Donovans Family

Rem (Looks after magical creatures- Cane is from Haris)

Oscar  (Not sure what trinket or power but He’s just a casual store worker w/ good arms. Surprisingly good with knives- perhaps has one from Haris?)

Nicole  (His only sister Makes clothes..possibly got some ability to do with seasons..?  Perhaps earrings or a bracelet from Haris)

Javi  (Makes jam, cute boy, wears cloaks. Maybe has a cute little jar necklace or magic jar??)

Luca (Trans bookkeeper- Talks to Haris most often and likes to ask questions..Has precious books...Possibly a special pen..) 

Forest bois!!

Cypress The soul of the forest - Mentor of Rem. Very calm, very wise. Kinda like master oogway type. 

Unicorn boi, Hes rare, missing a chunk of his horn. Dont hurt him. He doesnt even have a name.

Fyn. Mushroom boy. Protects a gate. Lost his twin during a human-caused fire. Very mad about it. 

Fie. Bat boy. Loves fruit. 

Moh. Fairy/incubus hybrid.  

Tucker. Bunny boi, Best friends with Ainsley. Got some like, punk vibes about him, piercings n such. Not as soft as one would expect but still nice at heart.

Ainsley. Fawn boi, clums, shy, round glasses,  Looks smart but doesn't always know stuff. Very unsure of self. 

Experiment AU: 

Izekiel Iris A being of Paint. Hes made of paint. He has trauma from being experimented on. Slightly depressed. Loves art, loved creating. also regresses to try to deal with said PTSD.  Hard to get to know at first. 

Matty  (Matthew Libelle)   An experiment, part human, part lizard, part dragon. Much smol.  Hes fucking baby and i adore him alot please do ask anything and everything about him. 

Cult bois:

-Nero Aakil   (Means Genius/Orange blossom)   Orange bub  - Leader. Smart. Telepathic link with all cult members.  V corrupted…  (Parents were rich and ignorant)

-Mao Cerise   Pink - Ditzy, Looks after their ‘little bird’ (aka Jey) 

-Jey Michael Cherubim   Fallen angel -  Corrupted..desaturating and weak.. Was summoned by the cult and captured as a trophy. 

-Jaden Hirav  Looks after a garden of plants both harmless and some not for master. Previously Neros old pet..His  The family was alright but he was moreso raised by like his mum and bro. He was kidnapped from his garden and never seen again. The cult ritual to initiate him into the group failed and he was spliced with plants making him near useless to the cult.

-Rowan maverick - Now known as  Rogue- Red. Lost their tongue. Does Not follow orders to the T but gets their job done.   Has another voice/god/soul looking out for them… Very assassin ready, very perceptive. Wants to get out the cult but knows theyre too far in.. Cool glowy words in the air because they don't have their tongue. Possibly only lives of medication and vitamin pills..possible OD? Possible addiction. They struggle alot with it. 

P - Pax -  God who watches over Rowan. Was killed by the Master but their spirt lives on.

Cato.   Purple - Another smart one.. Possible Wiccan?  Sadist. Mean. Tall.  Scary. Abuse. Twisted. Loves being in the cult. Eventually wants to host Masters soul.. 

Gin Short for Ginger but the real name is Xanthe.  Blind. Also another assassin like Rogue but more obedient.  Doesn't talk often out of fear. 

Benjamin Brandy  (Benji. B) is Gins friend, Gin is trying not to get him involved in the cult but was too late as B had previously already been cursed and dealt with mythical beings..

 Silver bub. Demir. A demon summoned by the cult to complete the collection. Wants out, very stressed.  

Adopted AU: (This is like a mess of some of the boys but younger and in a different timeline to their universes smushed together intoa kinda cute school/adoption au idea.)

Matthew is smol autistic, malnourished and heavily abused both mentally and physically, leading to selective mutism and being a small fragile easily tired bab.  He loves hanging in the library once he gets used to going to some schooling. Gets tutored by Chris? Goes to camp and helps around n has fun..

Jaden, loves the school garden, and likes science class. His family is alright, However he ends up mostly raised by his sister? Or brother? 

Iz is the lil art bab, also in foster care of a big family, not so much abused but semi neglected. Quiet.

Nero is the gifted nerdy child..Parents ignorant. They love history and fictional books and reading and learning.

Benji is the slightly older kid whos possibly maybe a little behind or delayed or..something, they help out with other kids as a buddy? They like to do cooking classes.

DA AU

So this Au was like..the Septic tank births all the egos.

Angus first- He has..some kinda strength I imagine/..

Then Anti, Hen, Jackie. Marv. 

Chase -  He kills himself because of Glitch- also falls in the tank a second time and ends up with odd powers. 

Glitch Starts off as very bad and misunderstood. Turns out they were just highly unstable and required medical treatment.  Their real name is Arius and they cant stomach solid foods all the time. Mostly a liquid diet. They have glitchy fits/static seizures. Very unpleasant. Can enter tech, and its not so great, can get trapped. Can absorb certain amounts of electricity because of this they Got hit by  ightning once and has epic lighting scars!! Up arms..some on neck. All over his chest and back. 

Septic clone AU

Sean giving up bits of soul to make clones ends up in coma

Experiments and torture and odd shit with the egos ensues??

Minecraft AU??  

Yeah i had weird ideas for a cute minecraft gang of minecrafters who had accidents involving getting merged/recded with other creatures traits ect. 

Vail.  -Vex / Human

Snow golom hybrid? Or Blaze?

Slimey boi

Kitsune

Panda lad.

Pokebabs au

Mainly for Matty, Iz and Blank.. were they have pokemon forms and when bonded with a human long enough can evolved into human forms?? 

Horned AU  (With Troiseh/Glitch-in-the-static)

Shiro  -Prince lad  (This is their lad :3)

Junji - Battery..whump/slave/lost prince 

Isao Asuka -  Shiros Royal Guard 

Alien AU

Hami if he were..alien instead of being a human in an apoc basically. 

Angel AU stuff: 

Good omens inspired boi

Leo Halvar   Part..humany..demon..Cambion are according to google "In late European mythology and literature, a cambion is the offspring of an incubus, succubus, or another demon with a human, or of an incubus and succubus"

Ryan  Hot archangel guy: One wing, demon hunter thing.. Good kinda reforming from a less nice lifestyle previously. 

Mute angel possibly demon idk- -   Latif? Emmet? Evan? 

Long fringe shy boy-  Cael / Lox

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Hey, so for the 200 asks: 13, 17, 51, 76, 109, 126, 188 💖

13. Nutella or peanut butter?

Peanut butter I guess? I fucking love Nutella, don’t get me wrong, but salty crunchy peanut butter is my jam to the extreme

17. Name/author of the last book you read cover to cover. Do you recommend it?

1946: The Making of the Modern World, by Victor Sebestyen. It’s a non fiction about (unsurprisingly) the year 1946 and how events immediately post war impacted the following years, up to today. It was fucking brilliant, very insightful, and Sebestyen is very, very readable if you’re at all interested in 20th venture history.

51. Do you have any tattoos? If so, of what and where?

Ahaha! Boy do I!

Flowers on my scalp

A deathly hallows on the side of my neck

A bat on the back of my neck

Gene Kelly hanging off an umbrella on my back

A frog on my boob

A sleeve of water Pokemon

A soviet pin badge for the Vostok space missions on my other arm

Some weird smily face things on my hip I woke up with at a party

A Catcher in the Rye book cover on my left calf

An octopus holding a harpoon in the shape of a heart

A shitty unfinished alien face on my thigh that I did myself out of boredom

76. How many pillows do you sleep with?

Normally just one awesome memory foam one but I left it in Lviv by accident so until I get a new one, begrudgingly two regular ones.

109. Any movie(s) you can watch over and over and over again and enjoy just as much each time?

The Royal Tenenbaums, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Goodfellas and Wayne’s World. There are probably more, but those are the main ones that come to mind.

126. Name one thing you wish people would stop posting on social media?

Literally everything, Facebook and Instagram are fucked.

188. What celebrity would you most want to play you in a movie about your life?

Well when I was still slim I looked a bit like Tilda Swindon. I mean yes she’s older than me but fuck it, who would turn down being played by Tilda Swinton?

[jackalopegirlteeth]

Let Go Your Earthly Tether

Months later and little had come to her about the revelations of that fateful night, a meeting with something beyond the scope of mortal comprehension. Something that shook the very foundations of her understanding about reality and even her own place among the cosmos. Why had it chosen now of all times to speak to her and Escher. And furthermore, how did she both understand its meaning and be left so hopelessly lost that the world seemed a completely different place. It had long been a fear of her’s, losing grip on reality and slipping into the unknown never to return and now it felt closer than ever before.

Escher of course could sense this internal conflict, it was as much part of her as it was Elana. The connection between the two of them to such a point where oftentimes finding a line to seperate the two was a tall order. New things didn’t come easy to Escher, and this was no exception to that rule, in spite of the eldritch nature of both this revelation and her own being.

Life among other people felt, strange, wrong in a way that was hard to pin down exactly. She felt like something that didn’t truly belong here, a feeling that wasn’t new to her but amplified with what had happened. With headphones in, wandering through the streets of her hometown in her own homeworld, it felt like navigating an alien landscape. Not quite people passing her on either side. There was no destination in mind. Just walking and trying to get things off her mind. Not that it was really working all that well.

The world feels different doesn’t it. Nothing has changed about them, but us…

We haven’t changed either. We just…

Perspective I know. It’s a hell of a thing to realise. I wonder if this is why people used to believe eldritch knowledge drove you insane. Everything is just so small, so fragile. But what can we do about that?

Nothing I guess.

It’s not fair. We have sight to understand but no strength to do anything with it. Caught between two but never quite at home with-

Can you feel that?

What?

It’s familiar, but not. Smaller. Moving. Moving fast.

The headphones are removed as Elana refocuses. The world around her suddenly a very real and immediate thing as her reflective demeanour is suddenly pulled back. Escher was right, something was going on somewhere close and it wasn’t good either. She could hear shouting and a lot of it. The press of people turning from mere foot traffic to what was near a wall as the world around her ground to a halt. All the while at the edge of her senses, something was wrong. Not like before, smaller like Escher had mentioned. But it had stopped. There was no way she’d reach it in this sort of crowd.

“Ladies and gentlefolk, I’d kindly ask to move your asses.” There’s little warning to the tentacles making their appearance. Pouring from the bottom of her shirt and practically throwing Elana above the crowd, it wasn’t subtle but it was going to get her through the press. Those immediately around her scattering at the sudden manifestation of Escher’s physical form. Keeping a low profile was no longer a priority in Elana's world now.

Elana let's be reasonable we really don’t need to-

Weird Void shit is going down Esch, who else could take care of something like this?

The police?

Oh yeah, because they totally have a division dedicated to squiggly Void things.

If Escher had any further complains about the situation she certainly didn’t make them heard in their shared mind. An extended arm sees yet more of their additional eldritch appendages loose into the world. Pulling them onto the side of a nearby building, a vantage point from which she could look out above the sea of people, trying to get a better idea of what was going on.

About a block away, an intersection to be specific. Traffic had stopped and she could see why, it looked like quite a wreck. Smoke rising over the sea of people, obscuring details. From this distance it was hard to tell exactly what had gone down but it was clearly nothing good, and it was this that moved something inside her to act. Coming to the aid of others, showing compassion. Things moments ago that seemed pointless now flared in her mind. Deep ingrained instincts driving her to good that needed doing, and needed doing now. Was it a coincidence then, that falling deep into the Void had resurfaced that memory. Her mind felt a confusing stew of emotions, body on more or less autopilot.

Like some bizarre giant octopus, those tendrils that held the pair of them aloft walked them across the walls of these stores and businesses. Elana could feel the eyes of the crowd on her, but pushed that our of her mind. How bizarre she looked wasn't lost on her, to them she may have well been some knockoff cephalopod based super villain swinging above them. But she couldn’t allow herself to be distracted by things like that. As far as she know time could be of the essence. People could be very seriously injured.

Smoke from the wreckage. It send a chill down her spine now that she was up close. Close enough to catch the smothering acrid scent of it. Memories threatened to flood forth, but they're banished quickly. The present was more important. She could focus on that, there were things she could still control.

Even up closer there wasn’t much she could actually make out. There was a large shape in there somewhere and what could have possibly been two smaller ones too. Being the impulsive one, she’s already made her mind up on what to do within seconds of reaching the corner.

Elana no…

But it was already too late, the verdict had come in and the majority vote had come in. Elana yes. Tentacles coiling and pulling her closer to the wall before launching both her and Escher like a spring into the middle of whatever mess this was. Those black limbs serving only as cushioning as she touches down on the asphalt. Her eyes stinging from the smoke that she had been forced to rocket through in order to get here.

And where was here exactly? Right in the middle of what looked like the biggest of kerfuffles she had personally witnessed to date. Two people were kneeling to her right. A one armed man in his mid to late forties shielding a younger woman from. Well a kind of beast that Elana had never encountered before, and yet instinctively knew what it was.

Void Spawn.

Standing clear head and shoulders above your average man, it was an intimidating sight to behold. It’s frame clearly resembled a werewolf, on the very surface at least. But up close she could see things that were off. Wrong in some way. Limbs that seemed too long, even for a werewolf, it’s torso misshapen. And the way it seemed to flicker hurt the eyes to even look at, as it were straining, barely contained by the reality it had found itself in now.

Eyes like gates into the Void itself, that had once been locked on the cowering man before it now settled on Elana. Its posture hunched, teeth bared. All suggesting violence was all but inevitable, this was a cornered beast and it had few options left but to snarl and bite should it’s warnings be ignored. And yet, had it's demeanour changed since she arrived? It was a subtle change but she could feel the information flowing to her from her eldritch other half.

If was times like these that she wished the world was a simpler place. As if her options would be presented to her, consequences and all, for her to choose from and know what she was getting. Because now, without that, she was left with only her instincts. And those. Well those had a tendency to come packaged with complimentary shenanigans and more of those than anyone realistically could deal with.

While she was considering her options. The Spawn acts. Having lost interest in Elana, she apparently wasn't enough to hold its attention for long. What it had decided was the cowering man was a much more interesting target of its ire. Crouching in preparation. It pounced in what seemed like a heartbeat. Hurtling towards the innocent bystanders like a missile set to deliver an eldritch payload of claws, muscle and fur.

She had mere moments to react, barely enough to form a plan. But tentacles had worked well up until now and she didn't have many more apparent options. Black tendrils billowing forth from her sleeves. Wrapping around the Spawn's limbs and snatching it out of the air but a foot away from its intended target. “Bad dog, stay.” Her voice echoing with eldritch hollowness. Eyes shrinking to become star filled pools of darkness.

With a flick of her arm she dumps the snarling beast well out of range of the pair it had attempted to attack.

It was then that seeming inexplicable happened. Elana was ready to dive out of the way. Anticipating a charge that she knew was coming and yet… she's left waiting. The beast just standing there hunched over after picking itself up again. A low but steady growl being its only indicator of mood. Clearly still angry and a little scared, but also confused. As if it itself didn't know why it was listening to Elana's commands.

What the hell is going on? Is it obeying us? Of all the people it could choose to listen to. Maybe because we're also void creatures?

She didn't answer for she didn't have one. A mad plan already formulating in her mind, one that Escher was sure to be sensing already. The fear of such a creature bringing a natural hesitation to her actions. It seeming like an age before she takes her first step towards the wolf beast.

Elana… Can we be reasonable about this?

It's dangerous you know, it would have killed these two without us.

Think what it could do to us.

Again there's no answer from Elana. Trepidation turning to a shaky confidence in her intentions in walking forth. A hand outstretched but held low, fingers loosely curled inwards. The way one might approach an unfamiliar animal, attempting to appear as non-threatening as possible. Giving it a chance to realise she means it no harm.

Elana…

A pause in her advance is brought upon by a low growl from the wolf. At least until she is fairly confident that it's not a precursor to an attack. In her heart she could feel this being meant her or anyone else no harm, that it was simply frightened and confused. Empathy, it  was so much like her, but robbed of any means to communicate with this strange unfamiliar world.

The anxiety radiating out from Escher wasn't helping, but at least it wasn't hindering either.

A mere handful of feet away from it and she could now make out details a lot clearer than she could from afar. The skin beneath fur was an unnatural pale, not a million miles away from her own otherworldly tones. Coupled with dark fur, the similarities were hard to miss. The fear she felt before, a coldness that held her heart, was now thawing. She could feel the eyes, the cell phones, the cameras upon her. It wasn't just those three immediately nearby but the crowd standing well back.

It was like trying to move through tar. Adrenaline forcing its through her system, time seeming to slow to a crawl as her instincts told her to flee. But there was more than that. She could feel it on a deep level that defied any attempt in explain it in her mind. Space was being twisted here, distances compressed and stretched in ways the average eye could not see but yet tugged at her body and slowed her movements.

Coming face to face with such a creature. Gazing into those strange and eldritch eyes brought forth memories of the Titan. The growling had stopped, she wasn't sure sure when but it had. A tiny sliver of easy in a turmoil stricken sea.

Reaching up, she places a hand upon its muzzle. A tiny elf standing before a crouching giant. There was no doubt her picture would be across local papers, but that was inconsequential. As soon as her hand touched the beast the world seemed to fall away. A single word echoing in her mind.

“Titan.”

Startled her hand is retracted, a few stumbling steps backward are taken as shaken gasp is forced from her. She has no time to take stock of the world around as a harsh sound invades the scene around her. The bass thrum of helicopter blades as dark shadows cast down upon the wreckage from above. Elana's eyes are cast skyward, seeing the black helicopters hovering above, an unfamiliar insignia emblazoned on doors that are now open, from which ladders spill out followed closely by people in tactical gear.

Just as she was beginning to think the situation was under her control again, things seemed to be slipping from her grip once more. Weapons were being raised at her, at the spawn she stood by. There were words being barked at her. But she couldn't hear them. Breathing grew harder as the panic began to settle in. It was as if an icy shard had pierced her heart.

Elana, what's happening?

She couldn't answer. To calm the spawn had required a toe dipped into the dark sea of the Void. But one wrong move and… She was falling. Light, sound, touch, time. All shed as her being descended deep beyond what she could have ever imagined falling. An eye that dominates the skyline opens, beholding the infinitesimally smaller being that now hurtled through its domain.

Focus.

A mere split second had passed for the world around her. Frantic shouting, rising tempers. And yet Elana knew exactly what she should do.

“N̷̛͜o͡!̢͏”

Like a tidal wave, the Void spills forth. A freezing ripple that surges out and touches all within reach. Lights within the affected zone seeming dimmer. The world peaceful for a brief moment, before the panic sets in.

Attempts to move, to flee or advance all end in the same way. As if pushing off, untethering people from the world. Gravity a fleeting memory within this bubble of Elana's making. Shouts and cries muffled by the Void that infused the air and in the centre of all the chaos sat Elana and the wolf spawn.

The power flowing through her veins yearns to be used. Kept locked away since her creation and only now allowed to flow freely. But there is only one thing she wishes to do. Escape.

Seemingly unaffected by the current lack of gravity, she reaches out towards the centre of the intersection. And like the hundreds of times before, calls upon her Void Gate ability. Overcharged with unimaginable energy, the tear is much larger than anticipated. Several of the armed people floating over its edge, no doubt only saved from falling in by their weightlessness.

She doesn't seem to have to indicate to her new friend to jump through it at all. The beast leaping into the Void of its own free will. Shortly followed by herself. Leaving reality to reassert itself in her absence.

Normality achieved, the crowds are beginning to disperse. “Control, we have a situation. Subject has been driven off. Additional subject was spotted but it got away. We're on route with a plus one. We have Dr Richardson in custody.” One of the armed men barks into his radio.

As he's speaking, the one armed man is being loaded into the transport. The helicopter rising into the sky by the time emergency sirens can be heard homing in on the site of the accident. The world steadily ticking on, the significance of today's events lost on those lucky enough to witness it. The first step in a long chain.

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A silence thick enough to cut. Up close and without the smoke and chaos, Dr Richardson looked to be in his late forties to early fifties. Once blonde hair now sprinkled with grey and kept a little on the longer end of what one might consider formal. His features refined, handsome in a way. Where there had once been an absence of arm, now a series of tentacles had formed into the shape of one. A kind of eldritch prosthetic, not too dissimilar to Escher's attempts at a false limb though somewhat cruder and lacking the same finesse of Escher. Steel grey eyes locked upon the man opposite him.

That man was dressed all business, an expertly tailored suit. His features softer than the man across the table. Hair neatly shaved. He seemed quite the contrast to the man opposite to him, his darker skin a seeming mirror of Dr Richardson's odd paleness. “Malcolm.” His voice calm measured, in control.

A nasty smile soon reveals itself, the kind as if to feign innocence of an act he was caught doing. “Josh my old friend. How long has it been? Sixty, seventy, eighty years now?” A shake of the head and a subtle little laugh follow. “And in all that time, not even a single Christmas card. Im hurt, really.”

His brow furrows. Setting his elbows upon the table between them and steepling his hands. “Malcolm. What were you doing that drew you towards such an unfortunate accident?”

“Well you see I'm just a concerned citizen who saw a terrible tragedy un-”

“Bullshit. That. Is. Bull. Shit.” The interruption sudden but sharp and hard. “We have evidence that you, Malcom, were responsible for both the creation of and the luring of that Void Spawn.” Pointing at the man opposite him. He pulls a folder out from the briefcase by his side. Setting it down. On the table and opening it for all to see. “Now I will ask you again. What were you up to. And who is the girl.” One particular picture is singled out. An image captured by one of the onlookers. A picture of Elana reaching up to comfort the Void Spawn.

A flicker of disgust crosses the other man's face. He scans the the pictures arranged before him, though avoids looking again once he's sure his bluff has been called. “She's a Symwright.”

Cold, the blood in his veins like ice now. He may as well have been punched in the gut right now with how he felt. Part of him would have preferred that. “N-no… that's not possi-”

Snapping back into the back of his chair, Malcolm laughs as if it were all some joke to him. “Joran, your ex-boyfriend. Well he's been a busy bee. Finally did what we couldn't all those years ago. A true, proper child of The Void. And he did it right under our noses too. The sly old fox. Shame what happened to him really. Car accident, hell of a way to go. Leaving behind a widow and kid.” The arm and tentacle prosthetic cross before him, the grin only intensifying.

“There's no way… that could… how… why now?”

“All those years ago, when we ventured out beyond where men were meant to tread. We saw a being of true beauty. And today, I saw a child taking her first beautiful steps. Impossible, I think that's a word we can safely resign to the history books. Because a Titan walks among us, and she has let go her earthly tether.”

[sassycassie-s-writing]

She’s a Civilian

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Characters: DC, BatFam - Jason Todd/Red Hood feat. Dick Grayson/Nightwing

Rating: PG/K+

Original Idea: Shower?

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) I’m such a cheesy sap. Do you know how many one-shots I’ve ended with the same few words as this one ends with? I don’t, but I’m pretty sure it’s a lot.

^^^^^

I finished trekking up the stairs to Jason's apartment and lifted my hand to knock.

But I stopped when I heard shouting.

"Are you nuts?! She's a civilian, little wing! You know better than to drag innocents into our life!" a voice that sounded like Dick's snapped. "We know better!"

"Dude, shush! I've got neighbors!" Jason's voice retorted. "Just because every girl you've ever dated has been an alien princess and the daughter of the police commissioner who happens to be in on it doesn't mean those are the only girls we can date."

"This isn't about Babs and Kori."

"Oh, isn't it? I'm good friends with both of them too. You know what they told me when I asked them what they thought about me dating my girlfriend? They both said they wanted me to be happy."

"So, she's met them, then? She knows?"

"Heck no. She… she doesn't know. She doesn't know anything about our life."

"And how do you keep it from her?" Dick demanded. "How do you hide the scars? The bruises? The injuries? How do you keep yourself secret?"

There was a shrug in Jason's voice. "I'm a gym rat. I take martial arts classes to let off steam. I get owies."

"Did you just say owies?" Dick asked. I could picture him leaned away from Jason in shock.

"Yes, Dickiebird, I did," Jason replied nonchalantly. Probably with his hands sliding into the pockets of his jeans. "Because that's how she puts it."

"How do you hide everything else? Your suit? Your, uh, equipment?"

"You think you're the only one with hiding places in his apartment?" There was a smile in Jason's voice.

There was a moment of silence, during which I got ready to knock again.

Before being cut off once more.

"Listen, Dick, I love her. With all my heart. I know I shouldn't. I know it's dangerous. But I'm going to protect her. From everything."

"Jay. She's a civilian…" Dick trailed off.

"A fact of which I am very well aware, thanks," Jason said, more snap in his tone than he probably intended. But maybe not.

Dick suddenly opened the door---to see me with my hand raised, poised to knock. "Oh hey!" he greeted brightly. "I was just leaving. Sorry about that. Bye!" He turned to look at Jason. "See ya Jay. Just think about what I said," he told his brother before sliding past me, leaving me standing in the doorway like an idiot.

Jason came over and leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms contemplatively. "How much of that did you hear?" he asked gently.

"From 'She's a civilian, little wing,'" I admitted.

Jason sighed and rubbed his face before running his hand through his hair. "Listen, sweetheart, it's probably best if you just forget everything you heard. It'd be worlds safer for you if you did. The less you know the better."

"Jay," I said, reaching for his hand with both of mine. "What's going on?"

"Dick is worried about keeping you safe."

"It's Gotham. No one's ever one-hundred-percent safe."

"I know. But you gotta trust me on this, babe. If I keep secrets, it's to protect you. I swear."

"I believe you. And I do trust you. But secrets… they're not good for relationships. Just…" I paused, unsure of what to say. "Just… swear to me, right here and right now while looking me dead in the face, that you're not cheating on me. Swear to me that that's not the secret you're keeping from me. And I'll do my best to forget what I heard."

Jason drew me into his apartment and shut the door, planting his hands on my shoulders so he could look me dead in the face. "I swear on the grave of my late mother that I am not cheating on you. And that I never will. I love you too much for that," he vowed. I raised my eyebrows. I knew how much he loved his mother---how he would never want to besmirch her name by breaking a promise like that.

I nodded. "Okay," I said. "I'll trust you."

He leaned down and kissed my cheek. I turned his head to draw his lips to mine. "I love you, baby," he whispered into my lips. "I love you more than anything and everything in the world."

"I love you too," I breathed. But why do you have to keep secrets from me? I added silently.

The problem with me was my overwhelming curiosity. Everything I heard Dick and Jason talking about would cling to my memory the way a stubborn octopus might cling to my face. And even if I tried to forget what I heard, I'd still stay awake late at night trying to figure out what Dick was talking about. Assuming I didn't figure it out while he pressed his lips to mine again.

Words getting thrown around like "injuries, suit, equipment" … the implication of a life being led different from the one I was familiar with…

In Gotham, there wasn't a whole lot words like that could mean. Villainy, heroism, or---perhaps---prostitution. That last one didn't seem likely when it came to Jason. He got uncomfortable if his shirt was off around me. Claimed he didn't really like exposing his scars. So I highly doubted that last one.

It was weird to think that was a relief. That I'd rather him be a hero or a villain. But it was the truth.

No. Even if he is a vigilante or a villain or something in between, it would be safer for me not to know anything about it, I thought. Plausible deniability and all that. No one spills the secrets because no one knows them all.

But that didn't stop my mind from wandering---and wondering.

All those thoughts ran through my head at a rapid rate. So much so that they were finished by the time our next kiss was over. I held onto him almost desperately, wishing he didn't have to keep secrets from me but understanding why. He wanted to protect me. That was okay. Right? But secrets were hard on healthy relationships. I squeezed him tighter and sighed. "I don't want to lose you," I breathed.

He kissed the top of my head. "You won't. I promise," he replied.

"Just… don't break up with me because of these secrets. If you ever break up with me, make it because of something else."

He chuckled. "I have no intentions of breaking up with you, doll. I don't want to lose you either." He stroked my hair. "Just know that I am keeping you safe."

"I know. I love you."

"I love you too."

[sometimesrosy]

Ok so apparently the 100 is building a castle set w/a fancy staircase. And theres a few small red and yellow flagposts outside w/some christmas like trees. Wtf is going on?!? Lol the first thing that popped into my head when I saw it was the King/Knight and Queen/Princess reference for Bellamy and Clarke. Lol. I have no idea what's going on in this new planet. Or is a ball really happening like everyone is saying? Maybe like a peace conference ball type thing between Eligius and Earthlings? Lol.

OK, I wish y’all would post a link or site or search term when you come yelling about new information so I know where to go look and I’m not just going off second hand information. But I did find the bts pic.

I don’t know if that’s a castle, but the flags are banners and they are norfolk pines, not christmas trees.There does seem to be some pageantry involved with the banners and landscaping, which doesn’t fit either the wilderness or the high tech aesthetic, so it’s something DIFFERENT from what we’ve seen. There’s also topiary on the balcony.

 What I find interesting is the organic details on those stairs and backdrop, and I do not understand why the center of the set is orange while the outside of it is brown, which makes it look fake. So the conclusion I am coming to is that they will add special effects to it to make it also look…idk, more organic? Some sort of vines or lights or alien unusualness.??? There’s a bluescreen at the top, but the top edges are NOT finished and have no detail, especially not like the detailed organic shapes of the railing, which looks sloppy to me and will probably be fixed in post production. Which means to me, again, special effects. Also, there’s no place for anyone to stand near that bluescreen, so it’s just background. Maybe just the two suns, but maybe more. 

TBH, I don’t understand how any of you get Bellarke out of that. 

it’s a BUILDING. It’s worldbuilding, not character arcs. I wouldn’t use this to figure out an emotional narrative. I feel like this fandom wants to make everything about a clue to ships and that isn’t what everything IS. Sometimes a building is about…the setting. It gives us some aesthetic. Some background. Maybe history, mood. Relationships are details that exist WITHIN the world they build, but the background doesn’t tell us about relationships.

To me, with the late timing of that, this to me says alien society, or the hidden part of the Eligius society. Otherwise we would have seen this early on in the filming. But no, this isn’t part of the peaceful society we’ve heard about?? Or it’s a new part of it. I think it will be the strange part of it.

I’m still on the aliens thing. This is what we’ve been told would be happening. Whether that is alien world or alien planet. Eligius has been there about 200 years, and this building seems to have been there a while, right? Or I’m assuming it’s an established place, but it doesn’t look like something a technologically advanced culture post earth apocalypse would build, style wise. It’s slightly organic/gothic…. oh, maybe we’re going SOLARPUNK.

IDK. People’s frame of reference seems to be “prom,” or maybe Cinderella, but I have questions and thoughts about this all.

If it’s a ball or prom that they need a choreographer for, although unless it’s highly stylized group dancing (and why hire a choreographer who does contemporary/broadway numbers instead of a folk dancer or something?) then why hire only FOUR dancers for it?

Four dancers + choreographer makes me think more along the lines of performance, meeting, presentation of characters who are utilizing the dance to tell part of the story.

The choreographer and many of the dancers seem to have a strange element to their work. The choreographer has a straight up WEIRD alien like dance number on her website, one of the dancers dances off the ground. One of them DOES have a ball number in OUAT though. Yes I googled the dancers and choreographer.

Why is dance part of the story when it never has been before? That makes it strange to this kind of storytelling, which fits, as we’re on an alien planet.

Why is it introduced so late in the season? Again it is another unusual thing that our heroes haven’t seen yet. That makes it, to me, part of a revelation of story. Not actually about Bellarke, but about the planet, the alienness, the mystery of what happened to eligius 4, and the main plot and possible big bad.

This set is also introduced late in the season at the same time as choreographer, so the dancing and set seem to be connected. 

Perhaps there is a fairy tale element, or a dream element. They HAVE brought in fairy tales before, as early as the linctavia beauty and the beast storyline. BUT JR has referenced all movies and books that have an element of unreality, altered perception/time/reality, possible hallucination, dream or vision, so I find that just as likely as a ball. More likely. Do fairy tales have to be about princesses and balls? No. They don’t. Often they are about the deep dark woods, mystery, danger and magic. Even Disney does that. Fairy tale =/= romance.

What is with that weird orange color? At first I thought it was a sheet of plastic, but upon close viewing, there is a lot of textural and tonal detail IN the orange. However, the orange makes it look fake. Therefore I think it is one layer of what eventually will be some sort of digital effect. Maybe it’s like layers in a painting. Maybe that orange color is supposed to give the impression that the castle is GLOWING. ohhh. that would make sense.

Ok. The orange part of the castle kind of centers on that pretty organic archway with the kind of half mandala in it, that looks like a stained glass window, but it is not a perfect mandala or circle and the center of it is DEFINITELY organic like a tree root or octopus. AND the stone around it kind of warps like it is wrinkled or there is something growing under it. That shape is echoed in the bannister. Top edge of the castle also shows this wrinkle/warping, which is maybe why I thought it was a sheet of plastic at first. It’s not. It was designed to look like something organic, but in stone. where we can SEE the stone building blocks.

The castle is human sized. The steps are human sized so are the doors. This is a building for humanoids. However there are super tall archways that are NOT human sized. Why build an archway that tall when the others are human height?

A thing growing through a stone castle is not humanoid. 

A thing growing through a stone castle and then echoed in the architecture of said castle is not an enemy, but something that is honored or worshipped or followed. 

You know how Avatar (the movie with blue people) had that mother tree that was, like, the center of life and spirit?

Binch. If the alien on this planet is THE ACTUAL PLANET someone needs to come over here and do an exorcism to get Jason Rothenberg out of my head because I wrote this in a novel 12 years ago, which was ALSO about cryo sleep, which was part of how they got to the new planet to colonize it, which just so y’all know, I suggested as a way to be saved from praimfaya before season 4 started. BEFORE. In january. Also, my current series based on the same universe as that space colony one is called The Mandala Series. The first one was The Mythos Series. That thing in the center looks like a mandala. 

If the alien beings on this planet are actually part of the planet, or a non human entity, AND we get choreography that is weird and dancers that can dance while hanging in space off of poles or ropes or vines or tentacles, then I suggest that there is a hybrid human/alien element, and the dancers will represent that new hybrid. Again, another idea from my novel. I might just be too deep into my novel to separate, and am reading into it, but that is how I came up with cryo theory and it turns out I was right. 

JR is in my head. 

Honestly, I don’t know how you guy come up with Bellarke and commence freaking out. I come up with living alien planets and hybrid alien/humans and commence freaking out. No offense, but my idea is more interesting than a ball. I mean. Maybe it’s a ball. That would be…. fun. 

[yellingmetatron]

웃✿😡♀♫

Gonna make a charm bracelet from all these symbols!

웃 : An existing character you’ve played in the past that you miss? 

Three, all OCs.  I’ll concetrate on just one for the question:

Israel Salvador, Brazilian-American Sephardic Jew and general pleasant violent nutjob.  He was in Fallen London looking to avenge the murder of his daughter.  Liked bashing things over the head.  Had a throat injury that made him sound like Zelda Rubenstein.  Wore tattered clothing and green goggles.  Perpetually grinning, and his best friend was a foul-mouthed Lusophone white raven named Calixto.  His valet, Ecclesiastia, was an octopus-headed deadpan snarker who spoke through sign language and note cards.  She was another character who was super fun to play.

✿ : Fondest role-play memory, between muns?

I take this wording to mean it’s supposed to be between you and me particularly?  Mm.  We’ve got so many.  A big one is discussing PearlRose together.  Always fun talking about shared interests.  I also love every time we experiment with scenes in DMs.

But who could forget what originally cemented our friendship?  The terrifying gayness of Metatron and Bill.  The thread where Meta broke his arms and fucked him unconscious was just delightful.  Very wholesome.  Both of them were so happy.  And we got to be weird together.

😡 : Worst role play-related encounter and what advice you would give to others to avoid similar situations?

Think I mentioned a while back where I was basically just being conscripted as a ghostwriter.  That is to say, the person I was playing with was giving me constant instruction about what my character was supposed to being doing, and I went along with it.  Gave up when he asked me to change the muse from being a bee to being a human.

All I can say is that you should never let someone dictate your own muse to you.  Roleplay is collaborative, and you have a right to assert yourself in any kind of collaboration.

☿ : A trope you dislike?

I hate treating non-humans as humans.  It’s a disservice to non-human characters, and frankly boring.  Please understand I’m not saying non-humans shouldn’t be treated as people, just that aliens and paranormals probably have a lot of stuff going on that has no exact human parallel.  Likewise, humans may have stuff going on that has no exact xeno parallel.  Or at least that’s what I prefer to read about and watch.  To use a Steven Universe example: Fusion isn’t the Gem equivalent of sex.  I thought it was when I started out, and now I’m annoyed at certain media implying that it is.

I stopped watching Doctor Who at about the same time they started making a big deal about getting into the character’s “human” side, because this show is about a millennia-old time-traveling alien.  What’s the point of watching scifi with alien presence if that’s not the focus?  Gimme that good xenofiction.

♫ : Are there parts of your own personality that you reflect onto your character? How do they work?

I remember once Jhonen Vasquez did a little mock-interview in which he explained that all characters had a little bit of the author in them.  Of course that doesn’t mean that the author and the character are identical.  Given what he writes about, you get why he stressed that point.

I’ll admit, sometimes I add some of my own life experiences and preferences to a character.  Over at @kitsuningtonshippouknockoff I added a detail from my own life to his: Sneaking into the livingroom while everyone else was asleep to watch anime on Adult Swim.  For the Bee, his sense of humor is basically mine with all filters off.  For Metatron, there’s his way with words paradoxically coupled with difficulty genuinely communicating– same.  I could go on. 

These kinds of things help as touchstones to the character, but importantly, once I’m done defining our similarities, it’s easier to define our differences.  The bee’s got a raging libido, sex makes me a little uncomfortable.  Meta swears like a sailor, I (offline) don’t so much as say “damn it” when I drop a hammer on my foot.  Kit was force-fed the heart of his mother, I just helped mine replace a doorknob, etc, etc.

It’s a little like sculpture: I take away similarities bit by bit, like chiselling at stone.  It’s not a perfect metaphor, because I usually know what some big differences will be from the start, but you can kind of see what I’m getting at, yes?

And I don’t just use myself as base.  There’s a character I’m writing for a book who I describe as “Percy Weasley, except he puts his family first from the beginning, he never puts on airs, he’s not as high-strung, he’s a lot more snarky, he has no magic powers, and he’s Afro-Colombian-American.”  To which the keen-eyed observer might respond, “So not like Percy at all, then.”  And that’s fair enough, but Percy was my base.  A finished sculptured really shouldn’t look like an uncarved stone.  Unless, you know, it’s for some kind of “uncarved stone” exhibition.

Sorry this ran a little long.

[arconn]

I remember how much I used to do these in high school/my early 20s, I wish I could do an old one and compare responses. Here's one for today, 06/21/21

1) Sexuality? Pansexual, meaning I don't have a preference of what you're working with and I don't exclude those who identify as nonbinary/agender.

2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Russel Crowe

3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17. with a stock of white, forearms tattooed in black Borean ink- the black dragon that marks him as an outsider. - Witches of America by Alex Mar

4) What do you think about most? That people want to be good and be happy but also very much have the opportunity to cause the opposite

5) What does your latest text message from someone else say? Hope you have today off...

6) Do you sleep with or without clothes on? Usually with but it depends on what time of year it is

7) What’s your strangest talent? Being able to guess poeple's zodiac signs pretty accurately.

8) Girls…. (finish the sentence); Boys…. (finish the sentence) should be treated the same

9) Ever had a poem or song written about you? Yes

10) When is the last time you played the air guitar? I don't even remember honestly.

11) Do you have any strange phobias? Preying mantasis, they absolutely terrify me and are bore deep into my psyche

12) Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose? Yes

13) What’s your religion? I identify as an omniest, meaning I find truth and beauty in all religions and also as a pagan witch- a woman who loves and respects the earth, her elements and the way it effects us. I read tarot and look for divine guidance primarily from a central collective consciousness/energy and divinity that is in us all.

14) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? Hooping, going on a walk

15) Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind

16) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band? Like a whole band with instruments and multiple musicians? Either Born of Osiris of August Burns Red

17) What was the last lie you told? That I was okay when I wasn't

18) Do you believe in karma? Absofreakinglutely

19) What does your URL mean? That I'm one tough bitch ;)

20) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength? My quickness to trust someone and be vulnerable and shutting myself off or down when I realize I shouldn't have. And loving other people and things, when I'm at my best I aspire to emulate loving goddess energy and make others feel safe and seen.

21) Who is your celebrity crush? I honestly am not a big fan of most celebrities

22) Have you ever gone skinny dipping? Honestly, no.

23) How do you vent your anger? Usually to a friend or through hooping

24) Do you have a collection of anything? Crystals, metaphysical books, tarot decks.

25) Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Through messenger

26) Are you happy with the person you’ve become? Yes, though there is a lot I am still working hard on.

27) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love? The sound of people chewing or brushing their teeth and I love the sound of deep low frequency bass and my bunny Winston "purring"

28) What’s your biggest “what if”? What if a certain relationship worked out and I hadn't left and we stayed together

29) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens? I believe in the possibility of everything but also that anything can be debunked. I say yes to both.

30) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm. Left- my phone, right-a bag of cashews :)

31) Smell the air. What do you smell? A candle burning nearby.

32) What’s the worst place you have ever been to? Probably the part of Bahrain we got dumped in while waiting for our ship. Of course, at the time I had never been to or lived in Philly or Baltimore, but it was a lot and was absolutely not safe.

33) Choose East Coast or West Coast? East coast, but I haven't been to the west coast yet.

34) Most attractive singer of your opposite gender? Anderson Paak *heart eyes* thats my BAYBEEEEE

35) To you, what is the meaning of life? See #13

36) Define Art. Expression

37) Do you believe in luck? I believe in divine blessing

38) What’s the weather like right now? Absolutely beautiful and 70 something outside

39) What time is it? 2:51

40) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed? Yes, though I don't have a car right now. And no I haven't, only been rear ended once.

41) What was the last book you read? Been reading Witches of America by Alex Mar lately as well as some study astrology material.

42) Do you like the smell of gasoline? Love it.

43) Do you have any nicknames? Mana

44) What was the last movie you saw? The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It... it was absolutely amazing

45) What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? Dislocating my knee, it went all the way to the backside of my leg!!

46) Have you ever caught a butterfly? Oh yes

47) Do you have any obsessions right now? Learning my job and getting better at it, smoking weed, getting these next couple milestones together that are coming up.

48) What’s your sexual orientation? Pansexual, see #1 for an explanation

49) Ever had a rumor spread about you? Oh yes

50) Do you believe in magic? Definitely

51) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? Nah, I wish I could sometimes, but I'm actually pretty bad at it, to my own demise.

52) What is your astrological sign? Aquarius sun, Scorpio moon, Capricorn rising

53) Do you save money or spend it? Spend it. UGH.

54) What’s the last thing you purchased? A smoothie

55) Love or lust? Love

56) In a relationship? Not currently, no.

57) How many relationships have you had? I don't even know anymore... that would be a lot to count out.

58) Can you touch your nose with your tongue? Yes

59) Where were you yesterday? Work and then home and in my bed sleeping for almost 13 hours.

60) Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? Yes, a hula hoop

61) Are you wearing socks right now? Nope

62) What’s your favorite animal? Rabbits and octopus

63) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you? Look at them very intently with my eyes and show genuine care/focus on them

64) Where is your best friend? I don't really have a best friend right now, my closest is in Maryland right now, but I haven't seen her in over a year.

65) Spit or swallow?(; Always swallow

66) What is your heritage? Irish/Scottish

67) What were you doing last night at 12 AM? DEAD ASLEEP

68) What do you think is Satan’s last name? Gon'getcha

69) Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off? What kinda question is this? Duh. Society is so weird about sexuality it's kind of gross. *shudders*

70) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend? Yeah!

71) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? Yell for help, save the dog. Take pictures once the rescue is a success and try and explain it to my boss, if they let me go, they let me go.

72) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid? I tell everyone I care about, yes. I would spend the rest of my time with my family and saying goodbye to certain friends. I'd try to fit in as much live music as humanly possible as well and maybe take a few days trip abroad, probably somewhere where I could be on the beach.

73) You can only have one of these things; trust or love. Love, because if it's true, you get both

74) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? Touch by Hybrid Minds

75) What are the last four digits in your cell phone number? 1***

76) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship? Trust, over communication, taking time for the cute and little things

77) How can I win your heart? ^

78) Can insanity bring on more creativity? Absolutely

79) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? Letting things go in order to gain

80) What size shoes do you wear? 8 1/2 or 9

81) What would you want to be written on your tombstone? EVERYBODY LOVE EVERYBODY! C'MON! -WILL FERREL

82) What is your favorite word? Fuck

83) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. Swell

84) What is a saying you say a lot? "The road to suffering is paved with expectations" -The Buddha

85) What’s the last song you listened to? Loan Shark by Commodo

86) Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors? Lavendar, royal blue, deep purple, light magenta, neon red, burnt orange

87) What is your current desktop picture? $uicideboy$

88) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be? Oh boy, I don't think I'd want that to happen to anyone because they could be with other people like their family and shit. That would be so horrible.

89) What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on? Haven't found one yet.

90) One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do? Slowly look around and see if I can find a weapon, then quickly get to it and make a quick exit, defending myself from the mummies if need be.

91) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power? It's a tie between teleporation and being able to heal others/myself.

92) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again? My wedding day.

93) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? Early memories in the barracks at Fort Meade

94) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be? Al Ross or $crim

95) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? India

96) Do you have any relatives in jail? Not that I know of

97) Have you ever thrown up in the car? Yup, but it was into a bag every time

98) Ever been on a plane? Many times

99) If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say? EVERYBODY LOVE EVERYBODY, c'MON!

[mari-matsu]

Shelter Chapter 1

        “S-stand,” Nagisa’s less than commanding voice stuttered in the room and you nimbly got up to your feet. Handling the gun in your hands with little effort, you observed as the others similarly shot up from their seats with their own weapon aimed at the teacher. 

        “Attention,” A curt silence enveloped the room and you took the time to analyze each and everyone’s serious expression that was etched on their faces. Calmly, you rolled your eyes to the direction of the teacher. His elated grin hadn't faltered at the sight of all the artillery.

        “Bow!” At the word, a barrage of pink bullets rained down on him. Little pellets of Anti-Teacher bounced harmlessly off the board as he dodged in a speed that was classified as Mach 20, a speed no human will ever be able to reach. But for this teacher, it was a breeze, easily creating three afterimages that had left all of you speechless on his first day here. Because, after all, he wasn't even human.

        You and your new class had the great privilege to be taught by a super being, an incredibly fast, amazingly powerful, and highly intelligent... octopus. That's right. A bright yellow, depending on his mood, octopus with slithering tentacles and an actually friendly grin. He was introduced by the Government Military Defense as a criminal capable of destroying the Earth. The evidence: This teacher was responsible for the damage made to the moon, which was now a permanent crescent.

        A few months prior to this day, all of the inhabitants of Earth witnessed an explosion that sent chills down everyone's spines. The moon had shattered. Pieces of the satellite had rained down on the lakes, oceans, and land, and there was a moment of pure panic, fear, and curiosity. What just happened? No one knew the answer and people wondered for weeks as to what occurred. Why did the moon break like that? What was the cause of it? Was it a natural occurrence... or was it an effect of something man made?

        The answer came to a select group of people. On the day you came back to school to start a new grade, you and your classmates were met with a surprise. The Military had dropped by to give everyone in your class an assignment: To assassinate your new teacher.  To be quite honest, your classmates were surprised to hear that news but the shock deepened when the Military introduced the target. It was immediately a mind boggling first day, because how on Earth were junior high students supposed to kill something like that? Everyone was so perplexed at the idea, but was easily compelled by the reward money that came with the success of the octopus' death. So your classmates got use to the odd setting, and quickly became accustomed to a gun and a knife.

        An assassination attempt was always done daily.

        “Good morning,” Your non-human teacher called out, his wide smile never leaving his face, “I’ll be taking attendance now, so please, fire all you like.” The teacher you’ve come to known then began roll call as your classmates answered, reloaded, and animatedly fired at the man.

        You, in the back, waited patiently for your name to be called as your finger rested lightly on the trigger. The specially designed AK-47 was leaning on your shoulder, and a stack of Anti-Teacher ammo sat unused behind your desk, collecting dust since you first received it. You were just waiting as others unloaded multiple clips on your teacher, waiting without participating a bit in this deadly activity.

        “(Y/N)-san?” At the mention of your name, you melodiously announced your presence. Your teacher's blurry image seemed to incline closer as he waved a shaking tentacle to his ear, a motion for you to speak louder. “I’m sorry, could you say that again? Like I said before, I can’t hear anything with all this gunfire.” You raised your tone and responded with yet another chipper sound and the grin reappeared on his circular face. He continued down the line as others grunted in response and frustration, and before you knew it, every name was called.  “Alright then! Everyone’s on time, I see. Excellent that makes me very happy.” He said just as the guns stopped firing. As if to clarify how happy he was, his bright yellow face shifted to a scarlet one.

        Blinking rather evenly at the color shift, you watched your classmates catch their breath, exhausted. “He’s too fast,” You heard one of your classmate and friend, Rio Nakamura, complain. Her long blonde hair swayed to the side as she slumped in her seat, defeated.

        Isogai, the male class representative and another friend, then noted, “So even the whole class at once can’t bring him down?” His golden eyes were always kind; however, today it was slightly dim as he heaved a sigh. "It feels like we're getting nowhere again." He commented but he wore a gentle smile.

        “Too bad, huh, not one of your bullets hit me today either.” The teacher emphasized and he then went on explaining about the little things that counted in assassination. This was the norm. A lecture in English, History, as well as the art of assassination. These were lessons that only your class was privileged to have, and you actively took in every word. It is, after all, something you must study on. “In addition to those, (Y/N)-san,” You automatically hummed at the abrupt call and you raised an inquiring eyebrow. As if he was offended, the teacher whined, “You didn’t even bother shooting me! You answered to the roll call, but you didn’t even use your gun! Are you not motivated enough to kill me?”

        Your irises observed this alien-like creature you’ve recently formed a student and teacher relationship with and you smiled apologetically, quite aware of how he was pouting. With a small wave of your gun you said, “Sensei, I don’t particularly want to try to harm you. You didn’t do anything to anger me so I got no reason to.”

        Your classmates heaved a semi-amused and semi-knowing breath while they sat back in their seats. You’ve been through this conversation with your teacher time and time again, so they’re not at all miffed about your answer. But the octopus still appeared to be thoroughly bothered as he continued to pout and squish his tentacles together, similar to how a shy girl would with her fingers.

        “Not even the reward is going to persuade you?” Nagisa asked with his reserved nature, although, he himself knew the answer to that already, having heard it before. 

        “Nope,” You replied back to your best friend for years while popping the p. Not even the thought of ten billion yen being yours persuaded you to attack. Even though your teacher was one weird guy, you just didn’t have it in you to attack someone who did nothing wrong to you. Yes he did blow up the moon, and yes he was threatening Earth, but above all that he has done nothing but treat you as a student. So you will treat him as a teacher with respect and courtesy. Making use of the gun in your hands doesn’t come to you as courteous, so you refrain from it.

        The yellow teacher huffed in mild disbelief at your response before waving a tentacle to your direction. “One day, you will succumb to the reward and help your classmates in killing me.” You merely nodded to appease his apparently hurt pride before taking a seat, your desk at the back beside an empty one, as you set the gun to its rightful spot on the side.

        You then smiled pleasantly at particularly nothing while waiting for the math lecture to start. If you haven't guessed it already, you didn’t want to join this assassination job. You were here for one reason only, and that’s to shelter the people you care about. Nothing else matters, not even the fact you were in the End Class, the lowest ranking class in your school. Or that the government had put a bunch of teens to assassinate this top secret being.

        None of them mattered to you. You just wanted to protect.

        “(Y/N)-chan, you want to have lunch with us?” Shooting straight up, your once dazed eyes perked up and you amiably shot out of your seat. With the brightest smile you can ever make, you nodded happily to Kayano's question before grabbing your own lunch. 

        “Of course!” You cheered momentarily before zipping straight for your green-haired friend who only smiled as she spread out her own meal. The octopus teacher had already bid farewell as he quickly used his speed to get some mapo tofu. So the rest of your fellow classmates were spread around in their own groups, talking. You were previously just staring off into space, lost at a random thought before the prospect of food had you jumping in joy. It was no surprise to Kayano that you were so ecstatic for this. Food was something you put at the top of your priorities, second of course to protecting others.

        “Wow, I didn’t know (Y/N) loved food a lot.” Hiroto Maehara commented, eyeing the group of girls you were in as you all huddled on one side laughing and chatting pleasantly. Tomohito Sugino hummed in agreement as he munched on some bread. The two were classmates you recently got acquainted with so they barely knew you, but you already counted them as people you care about. Nagisa was close with them, so you took it upon yourself to become their friends, which you didn’t regret. Maehara and Sugino were both super kind to you.

        “I didn’t really peg her to eat so much. Just look at her,” Sugino remarked from a seat as you wolfed down a sandwich. “Where does she put all that food?” He laughed, the question rhetorically said as Maehara, who leaned on a desk, smiled along.

        “Don’t you know? She puts them in her breasts!” Okajima, who was once busy off to the side watching said group of girls, popped in between the two of them with a rather perverted smile. He just couldn’t help himself if there was a mentioning of girls. Both Maehara and Sugino knew that characteristic of his, but they still paused in their chewing to give him a pointed look. Unlike the class pervert, they weren’t … well, a pervert. “What? The two of you were thinking it.” He noted and was only greeted by a shake of their heads.

        “Only you,” The two chimed and Okajima huffed in defense. “Well, it doesn’t matter where she puts it, (Y/N)’s really pretty no matter what.” Maehara said through a mouthful of food and Okajima’s eyes lit up, already excited and prepared to list all your great physical qualities.

        But Sugino said something before the other could surprisingly open his mouth, “Do you really think so?” His expression scrunched to a pondering one as he tilted his head to the side, gazing at you with wondering eyes. You had qualities that were very attractive to the male, but Sugino couldn't find the bravery to agree.

        Maehara seemed to have an abundance of that courage as he went on with, “Yeah, she’s seriously cute. Plus she’s super smart.”  He bit into his lunch. “I wouldn’t mind dating her if she wasn’t my friend.” Sugino coughed at the sudden statement and Okajima nodded, completely agreeing with the playboy. “What?” Maehara questioned when Sugino shot him a befuddled look, quite taken aback at the honesty.

        “Nothing,” Sugino then munched on his bread a little more before he blinked, suddenly reminded of a thought. “Do you guys know why (Y/N) is here in the first place? If she’s super smart, how’d she land herself here?” A silent and thoughtful atmosphere enveloped the three as they thought about the question. Why are you in E-class, the lowest out of the whole school?

        At such a perfect moment, Nagisa came strolling by and immediately the three of them flagged him down. Surprised, the bluenette flashed them an inquiring look while his upper arm was gripped. “Sorry for that,” Okajima apologized, and he darted his eyes to you for a quick look before saying, "We want to know, Nagisa. How come (Y/N) is here in E-class?"

           "We figured you'll know the answer since you and (Y/N) are close. Childhood friends, right?" Maehara explained further, and Nagisa confirmed the relationship between you and him with a nod. The brunet then gestured for him to spill the beans. "So what's the deal with her being here?"

        "If it's not too much to ask," Sugino added politely.  

        At that, Nagisa peeked a glance over his shoulder to you. He's sincerely surprised that they weren't knowledgeable of why you were transferred to this class. Everyone in A though D classes were still talking about it this morning even though the event transpired months ago. Thinking back to the moment where things changed for you, Nagisa sighed before mumbling out, “(Y/N)-chan’s here because she defended Kayano and I from rude students before the principal intervened. She said that we’ll remain friends even if others had shunned us. In the end she got demoted after being falsely accused of attacking another student…”

        Okajima and Sugino gaped in disbelief while a low whistle sounded from Maehara. They couldn’t quite believe that you, who smiled at practically anything, could be capable of doing something that was considered taboo in their school. It came to the three as quite a shocker.

        “Maehara, here’s your drink.” Yuma Isogai saddled up to the growing group with his ever kind smile. But it faltered a bit when he glanced at everyone’s awestruck faces. Turning to the only one who wasn’t shocked, he asked Nagisa, “What happened?” Nagisa relayed the information to him and the male only nodded, already aware of what you done. However, he did say, “That was pretty cruel. She technically didn’t do anything wrong yet she was put down here. It must’ve been heartbreaking for her since she was a top student...”

        Nagisa nodded absentmindedly, although a bit glumly. “Actually (Y/N)-chan was fine with it. She didn’t care so long as she was with me and Kayano…” Nagisa wouldn’t say it out loud, but he was actually guilty that you sacrificed yourself to defend them. If he had just left school fast enough, then you wouldn’t be down in E-class with him. Even if you yourself had told him that it wasn’t a problem to you, the male still felt that responsibility.

        At his words, four pairs of irises latched on you again. You were just peacefully laughing about a story Hinano, the bubbly orange-haired girl, had in regards to bug catching. You were smiling, and exuding such a delighted aura that it was hard for the four to connect that side to a more serious one, one who wouldn’t hesitate to fight anyone who dares insult those you loved. 

        “Aw, shoot.” You hissed as the carton of strawberry milk you were chugging down opened up at the bottom. A splash of pink coated the lower parts of your shirt and you hastily stood up out of instinct. Grimacing, you narrowed eyes at the carton before crumpling it in your hands. “Well there goes a good drink.”

        Kayano and the other girls hopped to their feet in alarm before handing you a bunch of tissues, in which you politely declined, although you were grateful for their kindness. “Are you sure?” Rio questioned as she eyed the stain clearly there. You smiled softly at her and the others.

        “I'm good. I got something I can change into, but thanks for the help anyways. Let me just clean this up” At your words, you shuffled to mop up the milk while your friends assisted you in your clean up. After the deed was done, you grabbed your school bag and then promptly exited the classroom with a small wave. The girls waved back before resuming lunch again, talking to pass the time until you come back.

        The five males still grouped together watched the exchange. Nagisa was staring worriedly at the door as if debating on whether or not to follow you and offer any assistance. The others amusingly smiled, finding you to be quite a nice character. Okajima... grinned without shame as he lecherously said, "(Y/N)-chan's changing... Maybe I should go and-."

        "Not a chance." The immediate response that came from Nagisa, Maehara, Sugino, and Isogai prompted a small laughter as Okajima frowned, his fantasies ruined. "Well anyways, did you guys know that there's a sale going on at-?"

        “Oi, Nagisa.” The trio of misfits, Muramatsu, Yoshida, and Terasaka, approached the group with mischievous smirks, effectively cutting off Isogai. The one who spoke, Terasaka, jabbed a thumb behind him as his smirk turned into something more sinister. “Come with us. It’s time to put our assassination plan into action.” The actions and words of Terasaka caused an unsettling feeling to take over the friendly group and they worriedly glanced towards Nagisa. 

        Said male pursed his lips before ultimately sighing. "I'll be back." He assured before leaving the classroom with the trio. 

        “That’s better.” You breathed out while lifting the bottom of your pristine and totally fresh shirt. The soiled one was tucked away in your bag after you so carefully dabbed at the stain with a handful of tissues. It really was good thing that you carried around an extra shirt. You never really did before this year, but then again you never had to climb and descend a mountain during the school day. In addition, you never had to avoid the higher class' attempts to ridicule you. Luckily, you were more than capable in handling a hike and a couple of troublemakers. 

        Smiling at your clean state, you shouldered your bag, glanced at the mirror to fix the collar of your shirt, before skipping out to the hallway. You’ve been gone for long time and that surely meant lunch was over, but you didn’t particularly mind since you finished your food anyway. Oh but then again, that also meant that fifth period had started.

        You wiped the smile off your face as your skip turned into a rather brisk walk at the sudden notion. You were late for class. Hurrying to the end of the hallway, you didn’t waste any time as you flung the door wide open, an apology ready to be said. “Sorry I was late, I got-.”

        A flash cut you off short and your eyes widened at the dust sifting through the air. You wondered vaguely if someone had set off a bomb, but you quickly processed the fact that Nagisa conducted an assassination attempt. A seemingly failed one however, for the yellow octopoid, your teacher, had grasped his wrist before Nagisa managed to actually nail the Anti-Teacher blade on him. It caught you by a huge surprise to see Nagisa, someone who was very quiet, initiate an assassination attempt by himself, and you couldn't help but feel on edge at the uncharacteristic way he was behaving.

        “Didn’t I tell you to be more inventive?” The teacher chastised, yet you heard him in the distance as your heart suddenly pounded against your rib cage. It was out of the blue but something was deeply nagging at you, tugging at your mind, and telling you to do something. But what?

        You saw quite clearly how the teacher pulled out a handkerchief, and while you watched his movements, the world slowed down around you. You then realized that the tug in your mind was a warning that there’s danger. It grew heavy with every passing second and your heartbeat thudded in your ears. You can hear your blood rushing as adrenaline quickly flowed through every vein and before you could even process what you’ve done, you had discarded your bag haphazardly to the side. You knew deep down that your best friend was in danger. “NAGISA,” You shouted impulsively when you saw the teacher slowly place the handkerchief on the Anti-Teacher blade.

        Your legs had reacted automatically at the sight, and you were shortening the distance between you, your best friend, and your teacher. Time still seemed to go on forever as you wedged between them and grabbed on to Nagisa tightly. You can just quickly catch his stunned expression before your eyes zeroed in at the grenade that dangled from his neck.

        This, your brain warned you, was a threat to Nagisa. Your irises constricted at the dangerous weapon and you quickly moved. Latching on to the necklace that held the grenade, you hastily gave it a pull and detached it from your friend. You then pushed Nagisa out of harm’s way, and grasped the bomb tightly to your stomach, hoping to shield it from everyone.

        You expected your teacher to do something about the situation, but from the looks of it he was definitely caught off guard by Nagisa's grenade trick. And you knew that because you can see the underlying nervousness. He was surprised. Surprised by what Nagisa did, and what you're doing now. Well, that's okay, because you got this... hopefully. Flashing your teacher a reassuring smile, you quickly whispered something to him.

        Then everything sped up at once. A burst of light accompanied with a loud explosion was witnessed at the front of the classroom. Pink Anti-Teacher pellets spilled on the floor after zipping in every direction and the students cried out, startle, while something charred fell in a deadly heap before them. It was silent for a while as the class took in what just occurred before them. 

        “We did it! Ten billion yen! Cha-ching!” The three misfits cheered all of a sudden as they danced their way to the front, seemingly uncaring of what just happened. In fact, Terasaka had even shouted out, “Serves you right!”

        Isogai whirled on them quickly and had shouted out the delinquent’s name in anger as Maehara growled out, “What have you done!” The three only grinned in an easy-going manner as they approached the burned mass.

        “Hey, what did you give Nagisa-?!”

        "(Y/N)…chan?” Kayano was immediately cut off as the boy in question stuttered with fear evident in his voice. “(Y/N)-chan…” Everyone gazed with held breaths at Nagisa, who was halfway down the row of desks, as he gradually, as if he couldn’t believe it, made his way to the front. Realization seemed to seep in like a chill as he continued to blankly walk. Slowly, everyone shifted their own expressions of horror to where you once stood.

        “Wait, (Y/N)-chan was…” Kayano’s sentence didn’t end as her voice failed her. A look of complete dismay was on her face and she quickly darted accusatory eyes on the misfits. “You…” She had started but her throat tightened and she couldn’t hold back a choked sob.

        “What? But she couldn’t have… She wasn’t even in the room when…” Terasaka stumbled over his words as nary a single dash of guilt was on his face. Only confusion was present as he pondered at the change in suicide bombers. “Well it doesn’t matter, we got the money now!” Then he bent down to peer at the blackened figure when his eyes caught something else. “Hold on…” His eyes dilated at the sudden sight of you wrapped in some kind of weird membrane and he stumbled backward out of shock.

        Nagisa collapsed on his knees the moment he caught sight of you, and he released a shaky breath. You weren’t even hurt, not a single burn was on your skin and it made the young bluenette slump back in relief. Thank goodness you were alright, was the only thing that Nagisa could think of.

        “The membrane is attached to the corpse…but…” Terasaka mumbled out and he was definitely so confused. How did you remain unscathed?

        “As it happens,” The voice of your teacher filled the room and the students glanced around with bewildered expressions, “I shed my skin about once a month. I protected (Y/N)-chan, who just so happened to intervene, by covering her with my old skin.” Upon his words, you gingerly sat up, now conscious, and the skin around you broke apart. Flippantly, you looked around with a bemused expression before you got your bearings. Immediately, you scrambled over to Nagisa to see if he was alright, ignoring or rather putting aside everything else. Even the tensed atmosphere and the sudden burst of wind did nothing to stop you from fussing over your friend.

        “Nagisa, are you alright? Did you get hurt? The bomb, did it hurt anyone else?” Your eyes skimmed over his physique and found with great relief that there was not even a single scratch on his uniform. Sighing similarly like the bluenette, you slouched and pulled on a grateful smile. “Thank goodness.” You have never been so happy. You honestly didn’t know if you would make it in time.

        A pair of blue orbs met yours and you leaned back a smidge to see the owner, although you already know who it belongs to since you’ve been seeing that color since you were a kid. Nagisa peered at you with a mix of worry, disbelief, and joy as he said, “There you go again, worrying about everyone else. (Y/N)-chan you took the brunt of the force, you should be worrying about yourself."

        Laughing lightly you replied with, “You have no right to say that, Mr. I’ll-blow-myself-up. Besides, I’m not even hurt.” Smiling small at that, you glanced back at the crumbling membrane and then to the teacher that was pure black and currently seething. You pursed your lips as you connected two and two. “At least if I didn’t make it in time, he would’ve done something for you.” You silently whispered as your attention was drawn to the quivering trio and to the octopus that seemed to have a limitless ability to scaring everybody.

        “What’s wrong with using an annoying method to kill an annoying guy?!” Terasaka pointed out and suddenly the death like mood that settled over the classroom changed to a suspiciously normal one, as the black drained from the teacher’s face and a scarlet replaced it.

        “Annoying? Hardly. Your idea itself was a very good one. Especially you, Nagisa-kun,” The octopus praised as he placed a comforting tentacle on said bluenette’s head and began to rub his hair affectionately. “The way you carried yourself so naturally on your approach, gets full marks from me. You did an excellent job at getting past my defenses. However!” He abruptly faced the trio who started at the attention. “None of you looked out for Nagisa-kun, not even Nagisa-kun himself. And yet, we have (Y/N)-chan do so for everybody here.”

        Upon his words, eyes are planted on you and you unconsciously began to raise a brow in a what-are-you-looking-at manner, until you stopped yourself. Instead of that, a small yet dazzling smile settled on your lips. You heard him say it; you were able to protect everybody. This had induced your lips to quirk upwards as you succeeded in shielding not just Nagisa, but everybody from danger.

        “Oi,” You called out, hands casually intertwined behind your head as your gaze drilled in the back of three familiar students. Upon your call, those three glanced over their shoulders and minutely tensed under the intensity of your stare. It was obvious that you wanted to break something, or even more drastic, kill someone. “If I remember correctly, all three of you were responsible for that bomb trick during fifth period.” You said lowly as your position unraveled until you were standing with a hand clenched beside you. “You know, I really hated what you did.”

        “What do you want, (Y/N)?” Terasaka grumbled out in an attempt to intimidate you but it clearly didn’t work as you stood your ground. In fact, it made you ten times more menacing as you cast your eyes to their growing guarded faces. You couldn’t believe that they were acting dumb about this.

        “If you’re going to chew us out, don’t bother! That alien already yelled at us, remember!” Muramatsu had shouted but you weren’t looking for another lecture. Abruptly, you closed the space between your victims and delivered a clean punch to the jaw of the blond. His body twisted from the impact and he’s sent flying down the dirt path. Terasaka and Yoshida’s own jaws clenched at how their friend was so easily thrown off his feet.

        Whirling on you, Yoshida tightened his fist and then yelled, “Hey, you can’t ju-!” You quickly cut him off with a roundhouse kick to the side. The male tumbled over a few feet away and, while he’s clutching his side painfully, he coughed out violently from the force. Anyone can tell that his whole torso was in pain.

        Terasaka whipped to you, who only glared and shook from all the fury bottled up inside. He couldn’t believe what he just saw, but then again he knew what you were capable of. He had known exactly what you did last year, and he knew what’s going to happen to him next. Swallowing down his thoughts, Terasaka took a step back in an attempt to run, but your hand lashed out and grabbed his collar. Effortlessly, you lifted your arm and glowered dangerously at him.

        “You’re most likely the mastermind of that dumbass plan, right? Well listen to me carefully. You may have been given the scare of your lifetime today, but you’ve signed for your death the moment you decided that Nagisa would carry out your deed. He’s a precious friend to me and you are so lucky that he was unharmed. Otherwise, I would’ve snapped your neck in a second. Then again, what’s to stop me if I do it now?” Your gaze was murderous.

        Terasaka felt a cold creep up his spine, causing his body to pale considerably. You were pulling so tightly to his collar that his shirt was starting to choke him, and he thrashed around fiercely to escape but it was pointless. You weren't planning on letting him go anytime soon. The chill that he felt was then labeled with fear and his struggles became even wilder.

        A dark chuckle reached his ears as he squirmed, and the male paused to watch you with a dumbfounded expression. You were laughing, amused, at his actions. He only saw that sight of you before his face met the ground painfully and swiftly. A warm trickle could be felt on his upper lip and the male knew his nose was broken.

        “Nagisa begged me not to injure any of you before class ended. Be glad that he was at least thinking of you or else I would've hurt you more.” Then you gave him one last kick to the side before swiveling on your shoes, ready to walk down the mountain. Your hands were still shaking while you followed the dirt path, and your eyes have yet to revert to your calm ones. You were too hopped up on adrenaline. When you had said that your only reason for being here was to protect, you weren’t being half-hearted about it. You were serious and willing to kill to protect.

Fact about (Y/N):

1. She’ll stop at nothing for those she loves.