#i should be more worried abt how much they hurt but my scars are so big and lumpy

[mephilver]

my hands are so unbelievably ugly now

[inlovewithpandora]

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Pairing: Hobie x fem!Spider!reader

Request: [ 🎸 anon ] Hello! I have a request for a Hobie x reader:) | If you are okay with it (it's ok if not!) can you do a comfort fic where reader is struggling with suicidal thoughts + self harm and they haven't really been taking care of themselves properly and is just always thinking they shouldn't be alive ect. Then one day Hobie comes to their house through their bedroom window (who needs doors?) but he finds them in their bathroom abt to self harm and comforts them.

Synopsis: Being Spiderwoman hasn't been an easy task for you. The sacrifice, dedication, and having to turn your life upside down to accommodate your powers was making living day to day difficult for you so you begin to wonder if you should take matters into your own hands and end your suffering.

Content: Angst, hurt/comfort, suicidal thoughts, act of self-harm (and lightly descriptive) mention of blood, mention of scars and wounds, crying, reader struggling with depression/illness, Hobie comforting reader and being there for her

If any of the content above makes you uncomfortable please DNI!!!

Author’s Note: Thank you for sending this req in! I hope you enjoy and that it meets your expectations! This was a really good request and I enjoyed writing it even though my heart was breaking for reader. Let me know what you think by sending an anonymous ask or comment if you feel comfortable!

Word Count: 1.1k

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As you sit on the rim of your bathtub, you couldn’t help but look at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was scattered across your head, your eyes were sunken and puffy, and your body was covered with old battle wounds from fighting different evils of the universe, but the most fresh scars were the ones that adorned your arms.

Being Spiderwoman hasn't been an easy task for you. The sacrifice, dedication, and having to turn your life upside down to accommodate your powers were making living day to day difficult for you. Coming home with fresh wounds every night began to take a physical and mental toll on your health. The stress and pressure of protecting the city of Brooklyn was starting to become too much. You wanted to talk to Hobie, but you didn’t want to worry him with your problems, so you decided to keep your feelings bottled up which made you resort to self-harm, hoping to release some of your tension and finally feel a sense of relief.

The more you began to cut, the more you distanced yourself from the world. You haven’t been to HQ, spending time with your friends, and most importantly you haven’t talked to Hobie in almost a week. Your new way of spending your time was cooped up in your apartment, drowning in your sorrows.

It has gotten to the point where your pain became so insufferable that you began to think if living was worthwhile anymore. You couldn’t go on like this, dealing with the weight of being Spiderwoman on your shoulders. Thinking about putting yourself in the face of danger and praying that you didn’t get severely injured or even worse: ending up plummeting to your death.

You felt like if you were going to do that, you might as well leave the world on your own terms, the way you thought would be appropriate. Were you currently thinking clearly? No. This was the illness talking. The older, happier version of yourself would never even let thoughts like this cross her mind, but now… now it was too late. This was the only way to make that dark cloud that hung over your head move away.

Hobie has been worried about you. The only time he talks to you now is through text and when he finds a way to get a hold of you, the conversations were dry, so he can’t even get a true feeling to see how you’re doing.

When he finishes his patrol duties, he decides to swing by your apartment, just to make sure you’re okay. Once he’s outside your window, he opens it slowly and climbs inside. When his feet hit the floor, he turns around and closes the window behind him, then tries to figure out where you are.

As his eyes scan the room, he locates the sound of sobs from the bathroom which alerted him, thinking you got hurt from slipping in the shower or something of that sort. When he reaches the bathroom door, he peeps his head inside, which reveals you with tears pouring down your cheeks while you run a razor across your skin. As Hobie watches the blood trickle down your arm and drip onto your marble floor, his stomach churns and his heart breaks at the scene unraveling in from him.

As you raise the sharp object again, almost pressing it deep into your arm, Hobie barges in, not being able to watch you hurt yourself any longer. When the door widens and you see him looking at you with a concerned and worried expression, you drop the razor, pull your jacket sleeves down, and rush over to the other side of the bathroom.

“Leave, Hobie.” You turn your back towards him, not wanting him to see how you’ve completely let yourself go. This isn’t how you wanted your reunion with him to go, you cutting and him bearing witness, having to see you in such a distraught state, but there’s nothing you can do about it now.

Hobie walks up to you, attempting to wrap his arms around, but you swat them away as more tears fill your eyes. “Hobie, I said leave! I don’t want you here! I-I don’t want you to see me!” As you attempt to raise your voice, it begins to crack due to the sob trying to make an appearance.

“Love, please,” Hobie's heart gets so heavy with each moment. He didn’t know you were doing this, he never knew that you had a burden so heavy that you had to resort to this method to find a sense of peace. At this moment, all he wants to do is be here for you and help as much as he can provide.

He gently places his arm on your shoulder, hoping you would turn around and face him. “Let me in, allow me to help you. I promise I won’t judge. I-I just want to help you, please.” The sincerity in his voice soothes you enough to turn around and face him. Without wasting another second, you run into his arms and begin to cry into his chest. Hobie immediately embraces you, wrapping his arms around you to make you feel secure and comfortable, to let you know that he is here specifically to comfort you.

“It’s okay love, let it all out. I’m here for you now. I’m gonna help you through this.” He kisses your head softly as he rubs your back, continuing to comfort you with sweet and reassuring words, letting you know that he’ll never leave your side no matter what.

Once your cries begin to lessen and you begin to calm down, you and Hobie sit down together. “I know you probably don’t wanna talk right now and that’s fine. I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not comfortable with, but I want to let you know that you don’t have to go through this alone. I will forever stand by your side through thick and thin, good and bad. No matter what, I will always love you and that’ll never change.” At this moment, you are so thankful for Hobie. He didn’t freak out on you, shame you, or force you to do anything which you appreciated. Knowing that Hobie saw you at your lowest and still accepted you meant the world to you.

“Thank you, Hobie.” You speak softly as you look up at him with glistening eyes, new tears ready to be shed, but this time they are tears of joy that you had someone like Hobie to lean on.

“Of course, now let’s clean up these cuts and then for the rest of the day, it’s just me and you.”

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[alientee]

Are you still taking Mauga requests?

Would you be willing to write a comfort fic where reader (she/her) has acid burn scars on her back, they're almost always in pain. One day during a mission Mauga notices something is off about reader, then eventually the pain is too much, Mauga learns abt the scars.

I’m so sorry that this took so long! I had writers block and work 😭 but I hope it’s too your liking if not I’ll try again.

Mauga x reader (AFAB undertones)

You never knew peace for long, you would always live your life normally until the searing pain started again. It took a lot out of you to deal with the aftermath of the burns you received on your back. Taking pain meds that barley helped only made you frustrated, not being able to rub ointment on your entire back without struggling made you angry, and taking antibiotics to prevent infection just made you sad.

But you overcame it, after the reconstruction surgery’s you thought it would be better. Yet life had a different agenda the pain wouldn’t leave you for long. And in your everyday life you had pain endlessly on and off. Nothing really made you feel like the pain was worth getting out of bed for. That was until you had met Mauga. Such an unstoppable force of a man he was, his job was to deliver pain to others and all you had know was pain. But he made you feel better than you had in ages.

It was worth it gettin out if bed doing your straining routine. It was worth the slight sting you’d get before more pain came as long as you saw Mauga smile. As long as he was happy with you, you could deal with the pain. But you felt that you could only hide from him. That you’re burdens aren’t his to bear, so you hid from him the best you could. If you say oversized dresses s are your favorite he’d get you more. If you didn’t like hugs our close touching because it makes you uncomfortable he wouldn’t push it. In retrospect he should have known something was wrong when he never saw you lay on your back not even on the couch.

He never knew he would see you fall to the floor in pain, he didn’t know how to react when you screamed in agony; Mauga truly didn’t know how to help you when one touch to you made everything worse. “Sweetheart please wear does it hurt!?” You shallow breathing was barely heard with a whisper of you back coming out. “Turn over please” you had turned to your stomach from your side. You knew Mauga was trying to help but you just hoped this wouldn’t make this worse, that it wouldn’t ruing anything.

Mauga picked you up by your stomach to take you to your shared room. He lays you down and begins to suck for pain meds and what he saw shocked him. You had so many meds in your cabinet, how long has this been going on, why didn’t you tell him. None of those things mattered now though. Now he needed to make sure you were comfortable as possible. He brought he meds and some water. Along with some muscle relaxing ointment, he slowly lifts your head to help you take the meds. “Can I touch you?” You hesitated slightly but you knew I’d help along with the acid burns the tightness you get in your skin sometimes added to the pain ; you nod softly to him.

He rubs the ointment into your skin slowly as possible. It takes a while but he’s gentle with you, and Mauga is never fully gentle or quiet. To have him treat you this way, for you to finally get help you never have, it made you cry even more. As he was rubbing the ointment on you his hand gripped your thigh. “Why didn’t you tell me, if you’re in pain I want to help you…. You help me alot ya know, you don’t trust me or somthing?” You could only shake your head, he didn’t get it and you didn’t want him too but you had no other choice but to come clean.

“I didn’t want you to worry about me, I didn’t want my constant pain to be a strain on us , or dictate how I live my life. I want to be able to live with you and forget the pain” Mauga rubbed your hair softly and kissed your forehead “Silly girl, your mine so I always worry about you. But if you think I won’t stick it out with you you’re wrong. I may not be the best at this emotional crap I just know how to have fun and cause destruction. So give me all your pain, let it out and don’t hold back I’ll be here to destroy it every time anyway I can.”

You both sit in silence as he runs his hand through your hair and stroking your face. “Still hurting baby girl?” You lean back into his warmth nodding slightly. “Im almost always in pain but it went down for now but it still stings a little.” “How about I get Moria or sombra to find something to help I’ll pay whatever as long as I can stop your pain even a little” All you could do was smile in contempt.

“Thank you Mauga”

[i3utterflyeffect]

For your King Merc AU since you asked for asks! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

If Second did end up getting hurt somehow, how'd King take it?

[For example: Lab guys are too rough with Second or perhaps King notices leftover injuries from the Second vs Agent "Wanted" scuffle]

And also can I request a doodle or skit of the time King caught that lab employee riding Agent's hoverbike? hehe

thank you for your ask i appreciate this one a lot >:3

SO! the reason i split this in two is because this question is actually more complicated than it seems!

also it's because you made me think about how scarring would work because my brain autocorrected when i skim read and said 'oh the battle with the dark lord, i guess he would see those scars'. so. oops. sorry lol

First off, King would (obviously) not take it well if (or more likely, WHEN, knowing Alan) SC gets hurt. SC's already pretty badly banged up from fighting The Dark Lord, and being scarred is really not great for stick figures because of how i imagine it works:

Basically the short of it is that severe and/or untreated injuries can cause lines to fray or 'split' sometimes! this can be treated by other stickmen usually but the kids don't really think abt it that much until The Dark Lord came around

at that point Alan and the others were worrying too much about everything that happened to SC to attempt to find anyone who'd know anything about it, especially since they didn't want to freak out SC by telling them that they should absolutely be dead right now.

Second off, King isn't really surprised by any wounds gotten during Wanted-- He was actually there for it.

He doesn't go after Second Coming like the others-- he does actually try to stop the others initially, but he's... unintentionally interrupted.

Everyone else was distracted by The Chosen One or Second Coming, so it went unnoticed for the most part-- By the other mercs, anyway.

Second Coming was also panicking too hard to really think about the fact that King was hesitant to hurt her, so when they meet again it's not exactly a relieving reunion until King clarifies.

King feels incredibly guilty about not stopping the others-- He could have gotten Second Coming to surrender if he just played it cool and managed to tell SC what was happening, but it's too late now.

...King realizes pretty quickly that he's probably going to have to make a choice, and he might never get the chance to see the other side through.

It would be so much simpler if Victim had just offered to bring Gold back from the dead-- He could have let it go. He would have chosen to save the others. Maybe a part of him would still wish he had made the other choice, but he could live with that.

But Gold isn't dead-- They're trapped. Trapped in an empty void, probably a fate worse than death.

He can't just leave his child there to rot.

But on the other hand, he can't just let another kid die. He can't let down his new kid, either.

He's in a huge moral dilemma and he can't live with either side that he could take.

Really, he just wishes Victim had said nothing, and he hates that, because that'd mean no one would ever find Gold. They wouldn't even know they were alive. But it would have been so, so much easier.

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[ao3writers-pls-love-me]

Hi so im thinking this idea of au where Nico can see ppl mind whenever they touch him and back. its a cursed thing bc all he ever felt is ppl's hostility towards him, whether that "annoying kid", "scary scary", "thy son of hades holds the world's crushing grudges", "hes suspicious we cant trust him", "hes gonna kill us all one day", "creep" or "im going to kill him"

Solangelo mind reading upon touches au (with Nico can read a small amount of thought from people's mind base on how they touch him)

Bianca is straight out, "youre annoying and i love u so much, but i dont want to carry more burdens, dont want you to always put everything u care and trust on me, i want u to find yourself, your own path, follow your heart, not me and also, you are not allowed to watch aquaman until your 13th birthday"

Percy's more complicated, its a mix with guilt, anger, betrayal, brotherly love, annoying, sad, sorrow, "im so sorry Nico", "gods this kid is going to be the death of me", "why did u do that i trusted you!", "im sorry im so sorry you dont have to forgive me im sorry", "i trusted you", "why", "he doesnt...hate me?", "imma make a drop dead joke abt his dad", "i hate him im going to do everything for my lil bro"

Annabeth is quite brief actually, but i imagine it goes like "u go and slay kid", "thank you", "deserved", "gods hes such a nerd i like him", "wtf we can eat spiders as FOOD??? the demigods saved humanity for million times and this is what we ge—"

Hazel is very wholesome and nice, "you saved my life", "Im willingly trust u with everything", "youre my brother! happy happy!", "f— sh— holy he—", "baby bear frank we stan", "ppl find u untrustworthy but dont worry Nico i do and i will shove this sword up thei—", "i love u brother", "i wonder what Bianca will think of me"

Jason's wary at him at first but after the Cupid incident he becomes protective and cares for him a lot, "i dont trust him", "son of hades what will u do", "grrr woof woof bark arf", "piper, leo piper leo..", "hes scary", "does nico eat fancy stuff—", "hes brave", "nico youre the best u deserved the world", "im sorry for not trusting u", "im glad i know i appreciated u", "i hope hes ok", "nico you idiot thats not self loving thats self harming com'ere ill give u a hug", "its going to be alright bro", "dont be sad youre great you should know that everything is going to be alright"

Lastly Will Solace, dude this guy is just full on, sentimental, love, gentleness it makes Nico shooked so badly every time they touch, theres even this electrify feeling and warmths and affections, is not like, is not the same as everyone else. And, Nico fall for it every time, in denial, but he can not chase that weird sappy thing in his heart away, cannot ignore it any longer, cannot be in denial, any longer.

they touched the first time, and all Nico see is just worried and strangely huge amount of adoration, "omg did i...touch him, with my hand, which just delivered a baby satyr?", "shit hes cold", "also cute", "dammit Will nows not the time everyone's dying", "imma warm up his pretty warrior hand that is full of scars and scratches", "hes fading", "oh no oh gods no shit keep calm keep calm keep calm", "please i just met him", "i dont want you to fade away", "i have to—i have do something—anything", "fricking speak Will! speak! hes going to disappear again!", "that shirt is cute and disgusting, but overall looks very nice on you", "not that idiot", "smart stuff", "youre going dark and its terrifying me how much i dont want you to—", "what did you do to me", "you are driving me insane"

the second time in the infirmary is just Will being a lovesick puppy and a concerning friend.

"youre old", "im sorry let me fix that", "youre dense and i love-hate you for it", "im worried", "careful focus stitches careful steady blood careful calm bandage", "did i hurt you", "im sorry if i did", "no why would i think that", "of course hes hurted", "he doesnt look like it", "i want to somehow help you other than healing i want to help you but what should i do", "what if hes uncomfortable", "what if i make him uncomfortable", "but hes just", "i need you", "i want to help you", "not as a medic or healer or therapist", "something more", "you are so...nice", "what did you do to me", "ambroisa unicorn draught maybe lights he needs to be at shine", "please dont go", "please come back, "i look forward to seeing you", "hi its nice your face nice your smile nice", "please dont disappear", "i like you", "lots of things about you", "everyday nico everyday nico", "you need every rest you can get you can have everything you want", "even me"

the third time and is just, is too, driving Nico crazy. Despite all the things Will said, not even once of them connected to those inside his head, why, why tho, why him, why this Apollo's son choose him, of all campers, why him, why? And one single touch then this mind-blowing fact hit him harder than a truck.

"i love you"

oh...huh, its simply as that? he is, nico—is, that dense and stupid, isnt he.

Nico, tapping Will's shoulder: Will, can I um, have that?

Will: Have what? "im here you know u can have me instead", "that fricking caramel chocolate candy bar", "you can have anything hon just kiss me", "actually no id died", "worth it", "he looks cute today as well", "dear diary hes cute FUCK—"

Nico, choking: I—nothing. I want to sit with you

Nico, petting Will on his head: Hey, I was just wondering—

Will: "FUKA AFSHEJDKHSSHJA HE TOUCHED MY HEAD—", "soft hand soft hand soft hand soft hand soft hand", "AAAAAAAAAAAAAA—", "its Nico", "Nico Nico Nico Nico—", "and iiiiiiiiiiiii—", "crying right now", "fuck my face is red isnt it duck shieee no no nono calm calm"

Will, blushing: Yes, I'm available, what's up?

Nico, snorts:

Will, leaning his head on Nico's: Nico? "oh gods its happening everyWill calm down oh gods oh gosh", "calm calm calm calm wheres medic Will! We need his ungayness", "nowhere! we lost him seven days ago!!", "wtf thats three nico days he died that early!—", "fuck we doomed"

Nico, trying to hold in his laughter: Y—Yeah?

Will: It's on my mind for awhile "no itS DUCKING NOT—", " i dreamed abt you", "no this is not a dream fuck fuck duck duckshit", "i thought of you every—", that I always wanted to, um, wanted to spend more time with you, to hang out or wanted, you know, be with you, like, "for the rest of my life say it coward say it say it saY IT SAY IT" m—most of the time, and would you mind if I—

Nico is so red, he's not even ashamed of it at this point: If you?

Will: A—Ask you out..."on a date on a date on date on date" on a—on a—

Nico: Yes...?

Will: —trip to Starbuck where we can eat fancy coffee and laugh at stupid drinks like Crystal Ball Frappucino or something "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—", "WHY DO WE KEEP LOOSING", "FOR GODS SAKE ITS LITERALLY RIGHT THERE", "WE ALMOST FRICKING HAD IT FUCK—", "BUT ITS TECHNICALLY A DATE RIGHT??? ITS A DATE RIGHT???"

Nico, trembling: G—Gods sure Will sure, snorts I—of course I'd lov—love to

Nico, pokes Will's back: Will...

"Will", hardly breathing: "cute cute cute cute cute cute nico cute cute cute", "hes being a babyyyyyy—", "fuck thats cute", "is he pouting??? is thaT A FCKING POUT—", "mind be calm and im having a heart attack", "i wanna hug him"

Will: Oh? What's wrong, love?

Nico: It's nothing important, really. I don't know how to explain it. I'm just...kinda, gloomy, at the moment

Will, immediately: "i wanna hug him", "you wanna hug?" You wanna hug? "—OH SHI—"

Nico: Yes, took you long enough

[daenqyu]

Okay so Todoroki is insecure abt his scar right,,, so how about a drabble with Todoroki where he's been struggling extra hard with his confidence when it comes to his appearance lately,,, and his gn! S/o notices and spends an entire day just complimenting him, loving on him, just trying their best to let him know that they think he's amazing in every way 🥺🥺🥺 and that he's gorgeous

beautiful boy — todoroki shouto

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

pairing: todoroki x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: making out lol

word count: 1.5k

a/n: the fact i was already thinking about writing something like this and then you requested it ahhh, thank you so much anon! <3 i also wrote this with a fem!reader since that’s the style of writing i’m most experienced with.

TODOROKI’S hair feels soft against your fingertips as you gently massage his scalp, something you know calms him down. and it’s no different this time. he hums from his position on your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you close to him, content with the way you were holding him, yet his mind raced with millions of thoughts. he wasn’t one to care for looks, other’s or his, but his scar was something that always bothered him. it was a constant reminder of how terrible his childhood was, of how he was deprived from enjoying the things a normal child should; a reminder of all the pain that scumbag had caused to not only him, but his whole family as well.

and he knew you loved him, he knew you were completely and utterly in love with him, but sometimes he wondered if you really found him attractive. it was stupid. he shouldn’t worry about something as superficial as looks, especially since he knew that beauty was relative, but he did. usually he kept his emotions in check and didn’t show his insecurities or let them affect his daily life, after all, the least he wanted was to unnecessarily worry you. however, you were his girlfriend and you knew him better than anyone else, so it was no surprise you saw right through his act.

he wasn’t obvious, his actions could even be mistaken as meaningless, but you noticed. it was the way he wouldn’t look at you for too long, afraid you’d see him the way he sees himself. it was the way he hid his face in your neck whenever you two cuddled or simply hugged. and it hurt you. because he was so incredibly beautiful, in every sense of the word. not only was he smart and a perfect gentleman, treating you with the utmost respect you deserved, but he was also the most attractive person you’d ever seen. you understood how he felt, having your own fair amount of insecurities, and while his feelings were completely valid, you couldn’t just stand there and watch the love of your life think he wasn’t good enough.

you didn’t want to call him out and possibly make him feel worse, so you decided the best way to approach him was to be subtle about it. in school, you made sure to hold his hand whenever you had the chance and give him kisses when no one was looking, then when you were both training, you complimented his technique and let him know he was getting better at controlling his left side. that made him smile, a genuine smile that made your heart race excitedly. now you found yourself laying in his bed, hugging todoroki to your chest as one of your legs draped over his waist. 

it was a tiring day for him and his mood didn’t really help; he just wanted to cuddle with you and never let you go. and that’s exactly what you did. he looked so worn out and sleepy, you just couldn’t say no to that pretty face of his. 

“hey sho?” you called him quietly, in case that if he had fallen asleep you didn’t wake him up, but he moved his head to look up at you. his cheek rested against your chest and that made his hair fall in front of his face, not letting you see him properly. you giggled before placing your hands on his cheeks, and getting the hair out of the way. todoroki could feel the tip of his ears burning up with the fierce stare you had on him, almost as if you were captivated by him. or maybe you were looking at his scar. 

the thought had him moving his head to the side in hopes that you wouldn’t look at him much longer, but your fingers grabbed his jaw to keep him in place. you needed to let him know how beautiful he was, how much you loved him, and how a simple scar didn’t make him any less handsome. 

“you’re beautiful,” todoroki swears he almost cried at your sweet words, not expecting you to say that. “so ridiculously handsome.” a smile grazes your lips when he tries to hide his face, once again, on your neck, but this time you let him. he could be rather shy sometimes and he didn’t exactly like being the center of attention, so you understood how this could be somewhat overwhelming. however, you still felt the urge to shower him with your love. your hands slowly came up to hold todoroki’s face, his eyes still not meeting yours. “i love everything about you. you know that, right?” he nods before finally looking at you, a surprised expression decorating his features when he sees how serious you are.

shyly, todoroki takes one of your hands in his and plants a kiss on your knuckles ever so softly before interlacing your fingers with his own. the endearing action makes butterflies erupt in your stomach as you stare up at the boy in front of you; his hair is completely disheveled thanks to the way you were caressing it earlier, his eyes look tired yet excited at the same time, and a small smile reaches his lips when he catches you staring at them.

“i love your hair,” you continue talking whilst leaning in to his touch, closing your eyes for a brief moment as you revel in the comfort your boyfriend offers you, before opening them again to lock your gaze on his. “i love your eyes, i never get tired of looking at them. i love your lips and the way they feel against my skin. i love your hands and the way you touch me so carefully, as if i were you’re doll,” you pause mid sentence to plant a brief kiss on the corner of todoroki’s lips and he can feel himself falling in love with you all over again. “but most of all i love you. you treat me so well and always make sure i’m comfortable, i just hope you know that you’re more than enough and that i’ll never get tired of you.”

todoroki doesn’t say anything, too astonished by your words, instead he slowly pulls away from your grasp and places himself on top of you. his arms rest right next to your head and his knees between your thighs; the intimate position makes you a bit flustered and the way he’s looking at you doesn’t help either. his eyes bore into yours so intensely you can almost see the passion behind them, along with all the love he holds for you. before meeting you, todoroki didn’t really understand the concept of physical affection, thanks to his traumatic childhood, and the first time you tried to hug him he tensed up and patted your back awkwardly. however, once he felt comfortable enough around you, he never hesitated to latch himself on to you whenever he felt needy. 

and you loved the fact you were the only person who got to see this part of him, but most of all, you felt special. maybe even lucky. because you knew he had finally found a person who could give him all the love he deserved, and you didn’t plan on letting him go any time soon.

he’s so close. so close you can feel his heart beating against your chest and you smile when you notice how fast it’s going; you’re positive yours is the exact same, if not even faster. todoroki suddenly leans down and before you know it, his lips are touching yours. he kisses you feverly and passionately, wanting to convey all of the emotions you made him feel, the ones that were so intense he couldn’t describe them with words. your hands go up to play with his double colored hair while he gently nips at your lower lip, signaling you to open your mouth and you do. his tongue explores your mouth ever so carefully, as if he didn’t want to rush anything, and his actions elicit a soft moan from you. 

todoroki smirks in between the kiss, lowkey proud of himself from getting such a reaction out of you, but you simply look away from him, too embarrassed to face him. he thinks that’s cute, he thinks you’re cute, and since he doesn’t want to fluster you any more, he doesn’t force you to look at him. yet he starts to trail a pattern of open mouthed kisses all the way from your jaw to your collarbones, occasionally leaving a love bite or two which make your hips involuntarily grind against todoroki’s. he giggles, enjoying the way your body was always so responsive to him, and the sound makes heat rush to your face. 

“i love you too,” he smiles down at you and you copy him, joy filling your whole body as the sad expression todoroki had worn all week finally seemed to disappear. “thank you for lighting up my life.”

“you don’t need to thank me, pretty boy,” you plant another kiss on his lips. “thank you for making me happy.”

“no need to thank me, pretty girl.” 

[squeakybunni]

Earning His Trust | | Dabi x Reader

-Fandom: My Hero Academia

-Genre and Warnings: Fluff, angst to an extent; mentions of violence, minor blood warning, VERY slight nsfw mention bc reader telling him what to do makes him go awooga awooga. Manga spoilers, but nothing too severe! Just for plot relevance.

-Word Count: ~1.2k

-Summary: While tending to his wounds, Dabi comes to the realization he can trust you with the details of his past.

-Notes: SO LIKE. SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR A MONTH OR SO, I'VE BEEN DEALING WITH A LOT IN MY PERSONAL LIFE LMAO- College work while being socially distant is so much PAIN but I have some free time to write abt my fav burnt boi! (No but fr he lives in my mind rent free, might as well talk abt him-) Reminder that requests are open, so feel free to leave something in my askbox !!

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This wasn’t the first time he did this. After missions, sometimes Dabi will stop by your place to seek refuge, not feeling safe anywhere else. You didn’t mind, and within a few minutes, you had a Cup of Noodles ready to go for him. Even though he’d laugh and say he didn’t need it, within a few minutes he’d shut up to eat, chopsticks in hand. The two of you would watch shows or movies until you were too tired to stay awake, either crashing on the couch or moving to your bedroom, holding each other until he left the next morning to attend to other business. However, tonight was nothing like those nights.

You heard a knock from the door, arising from the couch to open it. Nobody hardly ever knocked on your door, so you were pretty certain you’d see him standing there, hands in his pockets, asking slyly if you were lonely. Instead, Dabi stood in front of you, holding one of his arms, his blood staining his fingers, smaller cuts on his face. Before he could even think of a witty remark, you grabbed him by the collar, pulling him into your house, bombarding him with a number of questions: “What happened?” “How did this happen?” “How did you let this happen?” “Are you okay?” Your concern made the scarred man laugh laughtly, telling you, “You’re cute when you’re worried like this.” Looking at him with seriousness in your eyes, clearly having no patience for his jokes, you pointed your finger towards the couch, assertively ordering, “Sit on the couch, I’ll be right there.”

He hardly ever saw this side of you; usually, you were shy and quiet, barely even having the confidence to look him in his eye when he spoke. The idea of you telling him what to do was almost arousing, since he never experienced this from you before.

Dabi was shaken out of his thoughts when you reached for his arm, being as gentle as possible. “While I clean this, can you tell me what happened?” you ask in a hushed voice, one that he was more used to.

He moves his arm out of your grasp, leaning forward to look at you more closely. “You know, you don’t need to do this. I’m fine,” he insists, looking you in the eyes. You return the glare, pouting your cheeks ever so slightly.

“No, you’re here and you’re bleeding. I’m not just going to let you sit here and possibly hurt yourself further,” you declared, holding out one of your hands, inviting him to let you help. “Now, can I clean your arm?”

Rolling his eyes, Dabi sighed, realizing you weren’t going to give up unless he listened. “You know, you’re really annoying when you want to be, little mouse,” he scoffed playfully, placing his hand in yours.

“This is probably going to hurt a little,” you warn before gently touching a damp cloth to his arm, earning a light wince from him. Apologies pour from your lips as he chuckles breathily, leaning back onto the couch.

“You worry too much. It’s fine,” he consoles, allowing you to continue. After making sure it’s clean, you press a gauze against the cut, beginning to wrap a bandage around it to keep it secure. Dabi sits up ever so slowly as to not disturb you, beginning to get lost in thought as he watches you take care of him. Nobody had ever really done this for him, at least not recently. For years, he had been on his own, more or less. While the League of Villains were technically there, he didn’t feel secure relying on them. None of them would allow him to crash with them as long as he wanted, feed him, or dress his wounds either.

“Can I clean the ones on your face, too?” you ask, Dabi taking a second to lock eyes with you again. “Go for it,” was all he said, having no objections when you sat on his lap, taking his jaw in your hands.

“Well, damn. Didn’t expect it to go like this. You know, you really didn’t need an excuse to sit on me,” Dabi teased, snickering when you shot him a look. “You’re lucky you’re hurt,” you jokingly threatened, shutting him up by addressing the cuts on his face with the cloth.

Again, there you were, acting so soft towards him. How could he, a villain, even deserve this treatment? Nobody had dared get this close to him, and you knew what he was. You knew what he did to people. How is it that you could ignore all that and take care of him like this? Was it out of pity, or did you really love him? Why would you love him? What did he do to deserve your kindness? The way you avoid his scars with careful precision, your delicate hands on his face, trying to make his wounds better. This is a simple thing you do when you care for someone, right? If that was the case, maybe you do love him. You love him enough to trust him to stay in your house whenever he needs it.

Maybe, he should trust you too. After all, not just anyone would be so gentle with him, treating him like a human being and not the monster he thought he was.

“Mouse, have I ever told you how I got all these scars?” he blurted into the silent atmosphere, making you jump and sit back to look at him.

“No, I don’t believe so,” you answer, remembering how you’d ask and how he’d narrow his eyes and ignore you. Nothing made him shut up quite like that, and you realized very quickly to just leave well enough alone.

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He told you everything. From his troubled family history, to the goals he used to have of becoming a hero, and his quirk not being compatible with his body. As he spoke, you held his hands, listening to every word, doing your best to keep tears from welling up in your eyes. It broke your heart to hear him explain everything that happened, wanting so badly to take all the pain away from him. You also fought the urge to smile proudly, knowing he trusted you enough to explain the things you wanted to know for so long.

You hold his arm in your hand, running your thumb over the scars so gently, comforting him as he explained. You wipe the tears from your eyes, not wanting to interrupt him.

“Wait, oh shit, are you crying?” Dabi asks, holding your chin in his hand to make you look at him. He gives you a comforting smile, chuckling breathily. “You know, you don’t need to cry. You didn’t go through it, did you? It’s still cute, though.” Whining, you lunge forward, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry that happened to you, Dabi,” you whimper, holding his body to yours as his arms enclose around your smaller form.

“Ah, you don’t need to apologize,” he laughs, soothed from your response. “Just call me Touya from now on.”

[papers4me]

Fruits Basket, SE03, Ep1

I’m here! The final season continues from where se02 oddly left, right in the middle of a conversation! XD.

-Tohru’s crushed heart (scarf): Excellent symbolism!

Tohru, burdened with trying to lift the curse of teen & adult sohmas, is now also troubled by trying to help Arisa’s romantic life is sad for akito! Too much for compassionate selfless tohru. Unable to help, protect & erase the pain, tohru crumbles. Freezes. Her white scarf (heart) flies away, gets crushed by cars & becomes dirty. But here comes a boy ( who thinks himself a monster) picks it up, cleans & returns it back. He thinks nothing of his deed. nothing heroic abt saving a scarf, really. But do we need to be heroes to save others? kyo saves tohru by being kyo. Not the zodiac cat & not the menacing monster. Her heart is saved by him, shown much care & returned back. Mind you, the heart (scarf) is not brand new after the delima. It’s not very clean after being crushed, some marks remain, but these are marks of growth!!! you walk away after hardships carrying minor scars of victory. This scene solidify kyo’s role in tohru’s life as an equal companion. Not a heroic prince charming. It is the little things he does that shows who he is. kyo isn’t abt big soft words, he doesn't say the best things. he is a man of action. His care, love & compassion comes so very easily & naturally to him thro actions. This is what yuki meant by saying he’s jealous of kyo. Yuki over thinks his steps & doubt everything before he acts. Kyo acts spontaneously then doubts himself later. He saves the scarf (heart) then tells her directly to buy another one if she feels it’s not clean. He failed to see how this trivial action meant the world to tohru. Tohru smiles lively cuz her heart is back to her.

Why is the scarf scene so important? (aka furuba’s best usage of symbolism yet!)

It symbolizes tohru’s toxic flaw that she must overcome! It represents tohru’s tormented heart over other ppl’s pain with severe neglect to her own problems & issues. Arisa’s love life shouldn’t be tohru’s delima, nor Akito’s complex or Kureno’s or the damned curse. Tohru toxically chooses to bear other burdens’ until they crush her.

Hana can’t come to save tohru from pain each time tohru indulges in it. Tohru must realize her own flaw & grow up beyond this toxic type of kindness. Feel & help others, but don’t use them to escape your pain & don’t indulge in their own struggles & neglect yourself. There is a reason hana’s knowing of tohru’s pain is thro “magical” waves, to symbolize that this can’t become a norm, not real. You can’t depend on magic to grow. I love that!

The white scarf bearing smudges of the tires even after kyo washed it shows that kyo’s love & care can’t magically heal all tohru’s pain. It parallels kyo’s words from se01, ep,24 when he said tohru didn’t heal all his pain, but he feels better simply cuz she stayed by his side. Tohru now is feeling better cuz kyo chose was there for her. Love doesn’t magically heal you, kids! But it sure puts you on the path! Also, this once again adds more depth to the (tohru/kyo) equal give & take dynamics.

This scene deconstruct the image of Tohru represented as an angelic mother throughout 2 seasons. Instead, It paints her as a real flawed girl with much need for growth. Exactly, like how we have learned by now that kyo isn’t a horrible monster nor a prince charming saving the day, but a flawed boy with much need for growth. However, these two push each other forward in a subtle way through daily situations! Excellent writing!!

-Kureno. (aka. who tohru should never become):

The harmful kindness: Kureno is someone who hurts himself & hurt many others (akito, arisa, shigure, & consequently the rest of the zodiacs) by giving the harmful types of kindness to akito, by completely erasing his own needs, desires & living for the sake of someone who would be far better without him. Kureno is who tohru might have become if she selflessly continues fighting solely for the sohma’s sake & trying to break the curse while ignoring her own life. She’ll become as miserable as kureno & the zodiacs will become dependable on her.

The destructive pity: Kureno pities this tormented child (akito) & chooses to stay with her until her tears dry. This pity is destructive cuz it is done while he wishes to be miles away with Arisa & it encourages akito to stay as she is. Look, a child whose mom hates her deserves pity. But an adult woman needs to learn to build relationships based on mutual affection & respect. This talk of pity reminds me of kyo & kagura. Kagura pitied the cat zodiac. The relationship was doomed cuz kyo refuses pity. It doesn’t matter if her pity turned into love later. Kyo doesn’t want that from her or anyone. There is NO equality there. We know tohru came to love kyo for all the times he was there for her & all the times he pushed her to improve, to complain, to want things! she said so in se01, ep, 24. But we also know that young baby tohru pitied the cat when her mom told her the zodiacs story. what if kyo thinks tohru’s affection is pity???? that’s a big NO for him & for every person. I really want tohru to be as far from any kurno’s traits as possible!!!

-Akito, the pitiful woman:

Akito was born a girl, forced to be raised as a boy by her mother’s demands? where is the father?? she was hated by her mother. why? she also hates her mom. (hate your child & they’ll hated you). So, akito is doomed by her mom. Akito tries to prove that she’s loved by the zodiac “she specified the male zodiacs” interesting! we saw how she hates both Isuzu & kisa & doesn’t give a damn abt kagura. This woman, forced to pose as a man, actually desires to be treated as a woman. As for the other zodiacs:

No worries abt hatori leaving cuz he’s 24/7 attending to her health.

Ayame makes tea exclusively for her & hatori.

she thinks Ritsu is too timid to attempt leaving.

Hiro’s a baby, momiji is hated cuz she can’t break him.

Kyo is destined to be locked. but Why she cares abt the cat anyway?? She publicly hates him & feels disgusted by him.

She used to control yuki but can’t anymore.

she uses intimacy to bound those who “can” leave her the most: kurno! & shigure? she sleeps next to shigure in the valentine ep. hatori remarked: don’t let akito catch cold. We saw the sexually charged rage in se02, ep10. So, she isn’t faithful to kureno. They don’t have a relationship. She doesn’t even have a relationship with shigure, either. to her, sex is a tool to tie them both to her?

It is ironic that the person who said she despises woman & accuses Isuzu of seducing hatori is herself seducing others. Except, tragically, kureno isn’t with her for herself, but cuz he pities her. We saw her slapping & embracing him. Next scene; her bare shoulders & his unbuttoned shirt clearly implies they got intimate which is what akito does to feel secure in kureno not leaving her. Kureno is not even interested in her despite submitting to her advances, needs & orders. He does it out of pity. Truly the most tragic form of physical affection: sex for pity. wow... how tragically pitiful is the abusive ruler of the zodiacs who looms over them & demands respect & eternal bonds. How can she find someone who’ll love her for herself, if she doesn’t learn to show good sides of her? Yuki wasn’t loved for who he is in school, but for being the “prince”, he showed his real character & got himself true friends & soon a lover!!!  Kyo, was feared & pitied for turning into a “monster”, but once he showed his kind & harmless self, he got himself true friends & a girl who loves him for his actual personality! Who will love akito for who she is if she only shows a spoiled child, horrible family head or a pitiful woman? What does shigure love in her? he doesn’t seem to pity her nor pamper her much, does he?  perhaps we’ll know more abt the real akito later.

Side notes:

Akito’s mom reminded me of kyo’s dad. Abused children, who are hated by their parents, don’t let go of the hurt easily. they’ll always try to either get their approval, show them they were worthy of their love, or they’re NOTHING like their parents think they are. eg: Kyo’s biological father’s hate has destroyed kyo. Kyo have kazuma & tohru & he still wonder why they love him. It took kyo 17 years to actually promise to call kazuma "dad” one day in se01 finale. You need time to heal the wounds inflected by the ones who should love you the most. Being loved by others doesn’t magically heal you! You need to take few steps forward.

Isuzu is Ren’s clone! finally understanding why the severe hate from akito towards Isuzu. I’ll wait for more Ren/Akito content before analyzing their relationship.

Ren is so sexy. ngl, the scene of the zodiacs touching her belly after she just *conceived* akito is so creepy~ ew! 

Hana picked up tohru first before kyo, cuz this show isn’t exclusive for romantic love as much as it isn’t exclusive for friendship. There is balance. 

Tohru needs her own future, so does Arisa & hana! Learn to accept the limit of what you can do as a friend, tohru.. forever loving furuba for steering away from “friends stay together forever~yay” anime trope! Furuba is abt independent & individual adult life! building your own future! Epic writing!

Forever fascinated by how much the little small ordinary daily life things has really built kyo-tohru love! It feels so real & very uniquely built! Excellent writing!

Arisa is stuck with an adult man trapping himself in the most unnecessary love triangle. Kureno’s cage is self made, no curse. A very sheltered boy/man not living in the real world. Only two options for kureno if he continues this path: he’ll hurt akito, or akito will hurt him. We know the answer from the trailer, don’t we?

Arisa letting go of kuron is growth! Let go & live, girl!

There is a subtle theme of learning to let go in furuba~

Yuki is the biggest kyoru shipper!

Tohru intentionally hitting kyo with scarf’s pon-pon is my fave side of her! intentional flirting shows change from her little girl’s good girl attitude to her own type of a feisty woman! after all, she’s nearly 18!

The way the camera moved when kyo spotted the scarf was so good!

The director is obsessed with flying!! did he work on attack on titans? cuz the Ren-akito flying fight reminded me of Titan Eren strangling Titan Annie in AOT se01 finale! but chibi version! XD. I’m sorry for akito’s pain, but I was distracted by laughing! XD

look, if you plan to dramatize a situation, know your budget & your skills. Obviously, the director knew the scene is badly done, hence, the wide far away, dim lit shot to hide as much as it can. Couldn’t he do without it? let akito strangle her to the ground without flying!

oh well~these over-the-top shots are now a furuba trade mark~ just praying they stick with one weird shot per season.

[bakubitch-minusultra]

Not Alone: Chapter Five

-> an apocalyptic series with bnha characters but without quirks because im the writer and i can do whatever the fuck i want :P this chapter has more shit in it lol

-> Word Count: 2.9k

-> Warnings: blood, violence, guns, descriptive shit abt the infected peeps

-> Taglist: @5sosfckss @laudthingcat [if you wanna be added lmk <3]

Hades whined. He never whined much but he sensed it. Y/n couldn’t look back. The sickening feeling that was creeping around inside of her grew with every step she took. The cabin was a parent, a hug, a haven. It was the only thing she had from before. Turning her back on it felt like hurting herself. Every step she took was a betrayal to her soul.

“We’ll come back Y/n.”

Y/n looked over at Mina. She wanted to scratch her eyes out and roast her flesh over a spit. Y/n knew her face expressed that. She knew because of the way Mina winced when she met her eyes. Hades rubbed against Y/n’s side, his back up to her hip bones. She rested her fingers in his coat. She lightly gripped his fur, as if holding onto him would ground her and she would get back to her semblance of her safety.

Fingers brushed her arm and then squeezed and suddenly Y/n is pulled back into an embrace. She wanted to fight against it but the warmth overwhelmed her. She couldn’t fight her tears and Kirishima at the same time so she just let him hug her.

“Y/n we’ll come back one day. We didn’t hide all that food for nothing. It and the wood and the supplies will be here when we come back.”

Y/n pushed his body away and craned her neck to look up into his dark red eyes, “Don’t you see? We can never come back. This is always going to be a place that’s watched. They won’t stop until we’re all working the farms.”

His eyes grew passionate, “We erased all of the signs of life. Give it time. Not that many places have a functioning well Y/n. We can’t afford to just ignore it.”

She wanted to push him away, but a funny thing was happening to her skin when he touched it. It was just like the books she read. He made her swoon and shiver simultaneously. He frustrated her.

She shook her head and tore from his grip, “Look, we need to get going.”

The path down the mountain wasn’t her favorite hike, but today she felt distracted. She walked quickly, listening to the forest sounds. Hades seemed content. His sloppy wolf face was a great indicator of what’s what in the forest.

“Mina, remember the second house your dad hid us at?” Mina ignored him and Y/n wished that she could do the same. “I think it was near here. Remember it had the pool and we swam in it to get clean.” Y/n glanced at her, Mina’s jaw was set. But Kirishima looked oblivious, “God then we found that pantry full of food. Cherry pie filling on toast made on the barbeque was my favorite.”

Y/n imagined the cherry pie filling for half a second before catching a glimpse of Hades in her peripheral. He was crouched with his hackled up and stalked into the long grass. Y/n imitated him and crouched low and Mina followed along. Not from watching Y/n but from seeing Hades. Her eyes haven’t left him.

“What?”

Y/n groaned, “Get down.” Kirishima ducked along with the two girls, but he was too large to actually be able to hide in the grass. She raised an eyebrow at Mina who rolls her eyes. It made Y/n snicker; she’s never actually snickered before.

“How are you still alive?” Y/n whispered.

Mina laughed quietly, “Pure luck. Not even kidding.”

Y/n glanced back at a red-faced Kirishima and smirked.

“Nice to see you have an actual personality Y/n.”

She stuck her tongue out at him until she heard it.

The high moan.

Y/n felt her eyes close in fear and disappointment. She thought one of them were going to die. Whoever couldn’t run fast enough would die.

Hades looked back at Y/n for a second and she could see the worry. He crept forward along the grass and Y/n licked her finger and put it in the wind. The breeze was behind them, meaning it was carrying their smell down the hill. The infected were like survivors that just don’t seem to die. They hunted like animals.

Mina licked her lips and Y/n could see the worry and fear cross her face. Her heartbeat was pounding in her neck and Y/n could watch it increase. Mina looked around and pointed to the trees behind them. But Y/n shook her head. Climbing a tree only puts you a tree surrounded by the infected.

“The river,” Y/n whispered.

Kirishima looked at Y/n with a confused look, “How far?”

“A mile.”

“Y/n your leg and mine won’t make it outrunning the infected for a whole mile.”

Y/n sighed, she knew he was right. But she didn’t have any other ideas. She pulled one of her guns out of her pack and passed it to Kirishima and looked him in the eyes.

“Don’t shoot unless you have to. Don’t shoot me or yourself either.”

Mina took the rifle with the scope, which she had grown fond of, and took the right flank. Hades stalked down the middle of the field and Y/n took left. They left Kirishima on the hillside. His injuries were worse than Y/n’s. The bullet never made its way very far into her leg. The new stitches, lavender and tea tree oil made it heal faster.

She looked back at Kirishima’s red head of hair poking out of the long grass and sighed. He was too big to even try to hide. Y/n was sure that he would be the death of them all. She knew she would leave them if she had to. She forced herself into that agreement. No matter what happened, her father didn’t die so she could waste her life on strangers.

But they didn’t feel like strangers anymore.

She focused her thoughts and scanned the grassy and thin forest.

Bile rose up her throat when she saw them. They were slumped over something. They looked disgusting and diseased, even from the distance Y/n was at. One shoved the other and the high pitch moan shrieked out across the emptiness. Y/n felt the walls of fear closing in on her. She saw a hand come up and down on whatever they had on the group. One of them was striking it. It was still alive. Whatever it was, was sick now, infected like them. They were the closest thing to zombies. They were human but lived with the sickness in a way that could never be considered survival. Their skin was covered in sores, open and scabbed over. Their hair was falling out where sores had taken over their scalps. They cry tears of blood like in the fantasy movies Y/n watched when she was younger. The first thing the virus destroyed was the throat. The high moan was from the scarring in the throat and the brain damage the high fever caused.

She looked toward Mina and hoped that she wasn’t scared. But she quickly forced the thought from her mind and looked back at the infected dinner party. The last time she worried about either of them she got shot.

Y/n pulled her mask from back pocket and slid it over her face. It wasn’t a guarantee but it was better than a gamble.

It was another rule Y/n had. She wore it whenever they were around. The virus should have died out years ago but the ones who got sick after it mutated survived, if you could call it that. They were contagious but didn’t seem to die, no matter how sick their bodies got. There weren’t many of them left but somehow they still managed to ruin lives.

Y/n counted the heads, seven. Not mentioning the one on the ground, if it was human. It could be an animal. The infected had no sense. They attacked anything that moves. Their hunger was too great. Y/n’s seen them attack a bush on a windy day.

Y/n knew that she could take down at least three before they got close enough to make reloading her bow a gamble. She didn’t like gambles. She knew Mina had a pocket full of bullets, but she would be forced to trust that Mina could shoot them before they got to her. That too felt like a gamble when she thought about it.

She felt stuck, like her back was against a wall. She knew Hades could take down at least one. Together they could guarantee four. It still didn’t feel safe enough. She turned back and looked at the hill behind her. She wanted to go home. She wanted to climb the hill and get into her own and lock the world out. Again, she regretted opening the stupid door. She should have left them. She should have left him in that stupid hole.

Y/n was about to run and whistle when she looked at Kirishima once more. He winked at her and grinned. Her stomach started to do the hurting twinge thing. Her lips grin back, she never told them to do that. They seemed to be making choices for themselves.

She pulled the arrow back and sited in the largest one. She felt the gusts of wind and the cycle they seemed to come in. A large gust hit and then left spaces in the air until the next one. She exhaled and released the arrow. He had dark brown hair and a swollen face. He was a man once. But she turned her heart off to him and reloaded instantly.

She felt the next gust of wind and fired, compensating for it. The arrow sliced into a matted head of dark blonde locks. She reloaded, ignoring the ticklish feeling on her cheeks. The infected had noticed two were down. They turned their faces around, searching. Her next arrow hit the milky eye of an older one. The remaining four stood up and began to make the squeal. She cringed, and knew that the sound would haunt her for weeks.

Her next arrow hit the one pointing at her. She dropped the second it slid through her open mouth. She felt a shiver at the sight and reloaded as the remaining three shriek and start their mad dash toward her.

She was able to drop another one before turning and running for the nearest tree. She wanted to run the other way. She wanted to run into the hills and leave them but her feet wouldn’t listen to her. Her legs wouldn’t make it far with a bullet hole in it. The long grass tangled in her feet and pulled at her and the burn in her leg tried to convince her to stop running.

“Y/n. Y/n.” She ignored the voice and continued to run. She could feel the panic rising.

“Y/n they’re all dead.”

She reached the bark of a huge tree and pulled herself up onto a branch just using her arms. She’s practiced this. She looked down at the only two people standing in the grass who were looking at her like she was crazy. But Hades paces. He understood. They’ve run from them many times.

Kirishima approached the tree limping slightly. He put his hands out like he was scared of her, “Y/n they’re all dead.”

“How?”

Mina beamed up at her, “I shot them. I waited for them to run to you and then dropped them all instantly.”

“You? You killed them?”

Mina tilted her head, “You still don’t trust us to help you?”

“I’m stuck.”

Kirishima stood below the huge branch and put his arms out, “Jump.”

Y/n threw down her bow and arrows and looked around. The field didn’t move, except where the wind stroked the dark amber colored grass.

She turned over on her stomach and lowered herself from the branch. She hung there for a second before the strong arms circled her and held her tightly. Suddenly the screaming agony in her leg dulled. Hades nudged her legs and whined,

Kirishima’s breath brushed against her face as he spoke, “You looked a bit like you were going to run away.”

Y/n didn’t realize how close their faces were until she saw herself in his eyes. She bit her lower lip and shook her head, “I panicked. I’ve never been hurt like this when they’re this close before.”

He pulled her close, “I’ll protect you Y/n.” He looked toward Mina, “We both will.” Y/n could see the darkness in her eyes, it was the same look she gave everyone.

“Thanks,” Y/n said just loud enough to be heard.

Mina nodded, “You killed most of them. You have to leave more for me to kill next time.”

Y/n still felt scared and alone.

Kirishima placed her on the ground gently. “Y/n you’re like Robin Hood.” Y/n smirked at the mention of a novel she’s read multiple times during her years of solitude.

Mina sighed, “Kiri don’t get started again on the stories.”

Y/n smiled at him, “I like reading too. I’ve read the same books for ten years. Sometimes I get lucky and find a small paperback that I can fit in my pack. Robin Hood was one that I’ve read a lot.”

Instead of enjoying the feeling of being near him, a heavy disgusting feeling blanketed her. It forced away the joy she borrowed from him. She almost left him. She almost left them. She would leave him. It was her nature.

He frowned at her, “I’d ask a dime for your thoughts but it would probably be more than I could afford.” Y/n laughed but it wasn’t the same free feeling of joy she had seconds ago. She walked away from him and went to pet Hades, who was needy all of a sudden. He rubbed against her and jumped up on his back legs to stand and wrap his paws around her. She hugs him back.

“I love you too,” she whispered into his fur. She glanced at them and nodded in the direction of the farmhouse. “It’s a days walk to the house.” She pointed down the hill.

“We need to deal with him too,” Mina pointed at the beige mass at the bottom of the field and trees.

Y/n squinted, “It’s a man.”

“Great. You get to kill him.”

Y/n laughed bitterly and handed over the bow and arrow to Mina. Mina thought like Y/n and she liked it. She never fired once when Y/n was shooting the arrows. Mina understood conservation. She gave Y/n a wide-eyed smile and took the bow.

“Really? I’ve never done this before.”

“We need to walk closer to him. When you pull the arrow back control every inch of your arms. It feels hard at first but you’ll get used to the tension.

They walked over to where the hill crests. They were near one of the fallen infected and Y/n could smell him. She pointed at a tree further to the right and they all walked over there.

They walked away from the smell of the rotting sick carcass. At the tree Mina attempted to pull the arrow back. Her skinny arms trembled and she looked frustrated.

“I know how you feel right now. It took me two years. It won’t happen on the first try.”

Mina pouted, “Can we make me a bow maybe?”

Y/n nodded excitedly. They hadn’t had much to talk about. She took the bow and arrow and shot the dying man. His body trembled slightly and his skin had chew marks. The infected will eat anything.

“Hold it steady, sight in what you want to shoot and then take a deep breath.” Y/n explained. They were close enough that it made a slicing sound as the arrow entered his temple. “Always exhale when you release.” Y/n grimaced as she looked at the arrow sticking out of his bleeding head.

“Wow,” Mina said in awe.

Y/n nodded, “Yeah it took a lot of practice.”

“Sweet fucking god.”

Y/n turned toward Kirishima’s voice, “What?”

Kirishima was standing behind the two girls, “You guys do realize that’s a person you just shot. These were all people.”

Mina scoffed, “They’re infected Kiri. They’re not like you or me or even the city people.”

Y/n frowned, “City people?”

Kirishima looked down at the grass.

Mina looked at Y/n, “We saw it. We went close enough to see it.”

“Electricity? Running water?”

Mina nodded, “Everything. No cars but a subway and houses and pretty big buildings. It’s on the edge of the desert.”

Y/n felt sickened by the question that popped into her head but she asked anyway, “What about the farms?”

“Up and running still. I think the babies go to the city after they’re born.”

Kirishima sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He seemed bothered by the conversation.

“He’s military.”

“What?” Y/n asked as she looked at Mina who was pointing to the dead man with the arrow sticking out of his temple. She looked at her boots and shook her head. “We need to be far away. Now.”

They didn’t talk. They left the arrows sticking out of the faces of the people on the ground. Y/n never took the arrows from the infected. They walked across the small field and into the forest on the other side.

She watched Hades the entire walk. It stopped her from watching Kirishima. Hades was the best warning system. Kirishima was a distraction.

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[queenxxxsupreme]

Was wondering if you could do a gender neutral Eskel/Reader where the reader is nonhuman and worried abt meeting Eskels brothers established relationship? You’re writing... is v good

A/N: Hi babe!! Sorry it took so long to answer to this. I got distracted with a few other works and then I just ended up sitting on it because I didn’t like how it felt when I finished it. But I fixed some things and I hope you like it!! Also a huge shout out to my lovely husband @writingawaymylife thank you so so much for helping me with this baby!!! I love you <3

Warnings: there’s talk of mentions of past harm caused to the reader for being both nonhuman and gender neutral so I’m not too entirely sure how to tag that?? There’s no descriptive details of the harm but it is mentioned. But there’s a lot of fluff!! And supportive Eskel!!

***

Eskel followed the sound of soft humming and the crackle of a fire. He moved quietly, wanting to hear everything. 

You were humming as you moved around the kitchen, busying yourself with making breakfast for yourself and the witcher in your bed. You were too occupied to hear him leave the bedroom and being the nearly silent man he was, he still made no sound when he leaned against the doorway to the kitchen. 

The wolf chose to study you, to take in your every move. You were quite graceful, your movements fluid but languid, as if you weren’t even trying to be so breathtaking. Your hair was tied back out of your face, something Eskel had rarely seen. He noticed fairly quickly that you preferred to have your hair down. The long locks acted as a shield to keep your ears from view. They gave away that you were not human, but an Elf.

With your long hair tied back, Eskel could see the scar that trailed down the right side of your neck. The scar was from a mob that attacked your home. You’d moved since then, but the scars remained. You were wary of humans and always made sure to cover any markings that would identify what you were. 

When you turned around completely, you jumped at the sight of him, your hand coming up to your heart. 

“Eskel. I didn’t see you there.” You smiled a little nervously, noticing how he was watching you.

“I’m sorry.” He was quick to apologize.

“It’s alright.” You wiped your hands off on a rag on the table. You gestured for him to take a seat at the table. You found it strange how even though you two had shared a bed four or five times a year in the two years you knew him, he was still hesitant to do anything without asking you first. He was a gentleman. He didn’t want to overstep any boundaries or do anything that would make you uncomfortable. 

“How long have you been up?”

“A while. Woke up when you left.” He admitted, moving towards the table. 

“I’m sorry I woke you.” You moved to get him a cup of tea. 

“That’s okay. I…. I should be leaving.” He looked to the door.

Your eyes followed his gaze. His two swords, still in their sheaths, were next to the door. He didn’t like the thought of bringing them any further into your home. However, you knew he wasn’t completely comfortable without them near, ready to be used if needed. What you didn’t know was that he kept them as far away from you as possible as to not make you uncomfortable or fearful of him. 

“So soon?” You tried to hide the upset tone in your voice. His eyes flickered back to you. You placed the mug in front of him. “You only arrived just last night.”

He said nothing to you. 

You began to move away from him but his hand clasped your wrist, keeping you near. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s okay.” You assured him with a little smile. “I understand.”

He released you, allowing you to move around the kitchen. His eyes followed you, noticing a shift in your demeanor. You were no longer humming and your shoulders weren’t held as high as usual. They were slumped. You were upset. 

“Where are you going, if I may ask?” 

Eskel turned his head to look out of the only window in the kitchen. A thin layer of white snow had gathered on the ground outside. He had gotten a late start on heading home this year. 

“Kaer Morhen.”

You nodded your head gently.

“Come here, love.” He pulled the chair out next to him and motioned for you to sit. You did as he directed, clasping your hands together in your lap. He leaned forward in his chair, his elbows on his knees, and wrapped your hands in his own. “I don’t want to leave, trust me. But I don’t want to chance a blizzard coming and blocking me from getting to the keep safely.”

“What’s waiting for you there? At Kaer Morhen?” You tilted your head to the side a little. You’d only heard about Kaer Morhen in stories from your family, but Eskel had never once mentioned it to you. 

“My brothers.” He answered honestly. The little smile that came to his scarred lips warmed your heart. “It’s, um, it’s sort of tradition. Every winter, we meet there. We rest and prepare for taking the Path in the spring.”

Your eyes fell to his hands. They were warm and comforting, though they were worn from years and years of hard labor. 

“I want you…. I want you to come with me, Y/N.” Eskel’s words were quiet and hesitant. Your eyes flickered up to meet his.

“You what?”

“Only if you want to.” He was quick to add, unsure if you would even want to step foot in a witcher’s keep. Witchers hunted monsters and to many humans, you were a monster. “You don’t have to though.” He shook his head, pulling his hands away. He was fearful he’d crossed the line with saying what he did. 

“Eskel, I’d love to spend the winter with you.” You reached over to place your hand on his arm. “But I…. I don’t want to invade. Kaer Morhen is your home. You should spend time with your brothers.”

“I’d…. I’d like for you to meet them. If you want to, that is.”

You gazed at him for a few moments, heart racing at the idea of him introducing you to his family. A smile spread across your lips and you nodded your head. 

“I’d love to meet them.”

***

You stuck close to Eskel as he led you out of the stables and towards the castle.

“What if they don’t like me?” You quietly asked him, turning your head to look at the witcher.

“Don’t be ridiculous. They’ll love you.”

You couldn’t help but feel anxious. Your stomach twisted up into knots. But what if they didn’t love you? What if they didn’t even like you? What if they viewed your kind as less than them simply because you were Elvan? What if they attacked you like the humans did? Surely you wouldn’t survive three witchers. 

Eskel could hear your heart beat faster and the way your breath seemed to catch in your throat. Your hand on his arm tightened too, almost to the point of hurting. 

He came to a stop and turned to face you. 

“You’re scared.”

You couldn’t meet his gaze, your eyes finding the tall tower that peered over one of the stone walls in the courtyard. 

Eskel placed two fingers beneath your chin and turned your head so that you had no choice but to look at him. Warm pools of honey gazed at you, tender and affectionate. 

“Tell me why you are scared.” He spoke quietly. “Is it because they are witchers?”

“No, Eskel.” You shook your head, pulling his hand from your chin so you could lace your fingers together. “That’s…. That’s not it at all.”

“Then please tell me. I don’t like seeing you so scared. You have no reason to be.”

You turned your head away from him again, fixating your eyes on the tower. You were quiet for a few moments, trying to think of the right words to use.

“It’s…. Eskel, it’s because of me.” You turned your head to look at him but you could only hold his gaze for a split second before looking down to the medallion on his chest. “Not only am I Elvan, but I don’t…. I don’t conform to what many think of as ‘normal’ even for an Elf. I don’t fit nicely into a ‘male’ or ‘female’ slot. I’ve been persecuted because of my race and who I identify as. I’ve-Eskel, I have been attacked for something I can’t control, for being me.” Your voice broke and you shook your head. “And that punishment is often inflicted on those I’m with. I’m worried about how they will treat you for being with me. You have enough to deal with, with the outside world. I’d never want to make your home unsafe for you or to make you feel unwelcome. I don’t want the ones you love to treat you that way.” 

His brows furrowed together softly and a frown became etched on to his scarred lips. Sadness filled his eyes. 

“Y/N, you don’t deserve anything that’s happened to you because of who you are.” He pulled you in for a hug, his big arms wrapping tightly around you. His hand came up to the back of your head, cradling you to his chest. “You are the kindest person I’ve ever met. You are compassionate and thoughtful and caring. And you’re brilliant and funny. You deserve to be treated based on your personality, not on what you are or identify as.”

You held him tightly, inhaling his scent and letting him comfort you. 

He pulled away first, large hands coming up to cup your cheeks.

“You are perfect just the way you are, Y/N.” Eskel leaned forward to kiss your lips tenderly. “And I promise you that you have nothing to fear from meeting my brothers. They won’t think any different of me and they definitely won’t hurt you. We know what it is like to be judged by our appearances, Y/N. We’re witchers for crying out loud.” He chuckled a little, though it was sad. 

You nodded your head, squeezing his hand and smiling softly at him. 

“Thank you, Eskel.”

“I’m only telling you the truth, my love.” He placed a kiss on your cheek and turned to walk towards the keep. 

***

Your grip on his hand tightened as the large doors to the castle were pushed open by Eskel. 

“Just so you know, we have a few extra guests this year.” He whispered to you. He could hear talking and laughter coming from the main room, and thanks to his enhanced hearing, he could tell that there were many more people there than just his brothers. 

The large doors creaked shut behind you both. 

“What?” Your eyes widened, a little panicked and caught off guard.

“They’re all friends, practically family.” He explained, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles. “People we’ve met along the Path. Well, mostly Geralt. He has a habit of bringing in strays.”

As you both turned the corner, the chattering stopped and all eyes turned to you two, though you felt as if they were more focused on you than Eskel. There were a few seconds where you thought for sure everything was going to be terrible. But then an ashen haired man stood from the table and moved to greet Eskel. 

You let him go and stepped aside so the flock of people could say their hellos and hug Eskel. 

“Who are you?” A man with brown hair and yellow eyes asked, moving towards you. On his chest was the same medallion that Eskel had. 

“Y/N.” You smiled politely and held your hand out. He looked at your hand and stuffed his into the pockets of his trousers. You put your hand down, suddenly feeling like maybe trying to shake his hand wasn’t a good idea. 

“Where are you from, Y/N?”

“Ignore him.” An older man dawning the same medallion brought his hand down on the brunet’s shoulder. “Vesemir.” He held his hand out for you. 

“Vesemir.” You repeated, a smile forming on your lips. You shook his hand. “I-I’ve heard so much about you. Eskel, he talks about you a lot.”

“Oh, please.” The brunet rolled his eyes. “Eskel’s a suck up.”

“It’s good to see you too, Lambert.” Eskel moved around the two witchers to stand at your side. He introduced you to everyone and for a moment, you were a little overwhelmed with the attention. But then they started to return to their tables and you were able to breathe. 

“Not so bad, is it?” Eskel asked you quietly as he laced your fingers together.

“No.” You smiled softly. “I like them.”

“Nice of you to finally bring Y/N to Kaer Morhen.” The white haired man said, yellow eyes finding you.

“Y/N, this is Geralt.” Eskel gestured to the man. 

“The White Wolf.” You nodded, smiling. 

“Don’t encourage him.” Lambert rolled his eyes, swatting a hand in your direction, and then he went to the table. 

“Geralt is just fine.” Geralt said. “I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Before you had a chance to ask what he meant by that, he was walking back to the table too. 

You looked at Eskel. 

“You’ve told your family about me?” You asked him quietly, a little smile pulling at your lips. 

“Just Geralt.” Eskel blushed a little. 

Someone called for you both and when you looked at the table, a colorfully dressed brunet man was waving you two over. 

Eskel slipped his arm around your waist and guided you towards the table. 

“Welcome to Kaer Morhen.”

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[sleevesareforlosers]

i love the sound of my own voice and its tdov so im gonna put a bunch of pictures from my top surgery healing process under the cut and talk abt them

(warnings for blood, bruising, medical/surgery talk, and like. pictures of me shirtless)

[Image ID. A white person photographed from the side. They are lying on their back, with a light blue button shirt down that is open, revealing open bandages and compression wraps. There is a bandage taped down to their chest over their nipple and a clear drain tube coming out of a small incision over their ribs. End ID.]

this is from abt 24 hours after my surgery. i woke up and my chest was super swollen and hot and there was nothing coming out of my right side drain (bad sign) so we went to two different emergency rooms because the first one didn’t know what to do. turns out i had developed a hematoma (basically a pocket of blood under the skin that can harden/clot) that wasn’t bad enough to need to be operated on but increased my chances for infection and scar tissue buildup

[Image ID. The same person on his back photographed from above. His shirt is open, showing bandages taped down over his nipples and drain tubes, which are coming from the sides of his ribcages. Large abdominal pads are placed under the drain tubes, which are filled with blood. His whole chest is bruised yellow, although more intense around his right nipple and the centre of his sternum. End ID.]

this is five days postop. nothing special except i was having MAD issues with the painkillers i was on making me nauseous so i couldn’t eat for the first three days after surgery which SUCKED. thats not related to the image obv but this is my post and I get to decide what i talk about

[Image ID. A mirror selfie cropped to show only the persons torso. The taped-down bandages over the nipples have been removed, as well as the drain tube on the left side. Sterile strips are placed in a V shape along the bottoms of both nipples. There is still a drain tube and associated bandages coming from the right side. The bruising is much fainter, though still dark along the underside of the right side of the chest. End ID.]

eight days postop! I got the bandages removed and one of the drains but we left the one on the right because of the hematoma which at this point my surgeon decided to just wait for it to resolve itself (liquefy and drain out or be absorbed). should definitely be noted that i wasn’t allowed to shower until three days after my last drain came out and i was Disgusting at this point but i WAS finally allowed to sleep on my side (left side, the one w/o the drain) which i hadn’t been able to do until then.

[Image ID. A close photo of the right side of the person’s chest. The V shapes sterile strips are still in place, as is the drain tube and bandage. There is substantial yellow bruising underneath the nipple that is dark red in places, as well as a smaller brownish bruise right underneath the armpit. End ID.]

eleven days postop! this picture was taken because the bruising got way worse over the course of a few hours and started swelling again so i went back to the ER. again, the hematoma was not bad enough to operate on but i was prescribed antibiotics bc the surgeon on call was worried about infection. as best as i can figure that little bruise near my armpit was where the end of the drain was and it got bruised because of my arm pressing against it while i slept on my side

[Image ID. Another photo of the person’s chest. Bandaging is the same as the previous photo, though some of the bruising has gone down on the right side and a new dark bruise appeared over the center of his sternum. End ID.]

two weeks postop! Things were tbh very normal at this point apart from the bruising and the drain and the limited mobility. We have no idea what caused the bruise in the center of my chest lmao. I had also figured out how to (very carefully) shower at this point which tbh did WONDERS for my mood and my bearability-to-be-around

[Image ID. The same view of the chest as the last photo, the only difference is that the right side bruising is more faded and the center bruise is much darker. End ID.]

17 days postop! I remember that at this point i was getting So annoyed with the drain and also the hematoma would just randomly start hurting which uh. sucked lmao

[Image ID. A closeup photo of the side of the person’s ribcage. A very small and fresh scar is visible, which somewhat resembles a sideways smiley face with a curved line and two small dots. End ID.]

this is three weeks postop! This is where my drain went in, and the two dots are where the stitch held the tube in place. Dissolving stitches apparently do not dissolve like they’re supposed to for me and my mom FREAKED out when i made her pull the rest of the stitch out bc it was longer than she expected. Because I got keyhole surgery and not double incision, these little scars are my only visible ones (and theyre so pleasantly visible when i wear big armhole tank tops)

After this i stopped taking too many photos because it was mostly just waiting for the drain to come out (which took about four weeks until my surgeon finally took it out and only then bc she claimed it ‘looked like it was a part of me’)

[Image ID. A mirror selfie of the same person, completely shirtless and fully healed. Their chest is flat, with only one small scar visible on the left side of their ribcage. End ID.]

This is from a few weeks ago! im basically 100 percent back to normal, but even a month and a half ago reaching for stuff too far away with my right arm hurt and sometimes if i pull at the skin weirdly i need to take a Moment. I also still have a bit of scar tissue left on my right side and sometimes the skin gets a bit darker, but im also only fourish months postop so i know itll go down more with time and massage and stuff.

anyway. 10/10 would recommend

[smallestclowninthecircus]

Season 3 notes popping off

due to my desire to not completely fail all my classes this year i made myself slow down significantly while listening to this season, and the fact that the other person i'm listening along with had to catch up. We've managed to convert several other people to start listening and its pretty great.

ep 81: what does it even mean to be chosen by one of them? And if he was chosen by the eye. we know Gertrude wasnt? Because she cut the eyes out of the magazines?

ep 82: elias lmao. I understand why people like him so much bahshdhdk i thought he was gonna snitch on Jon but he didnt so he's fine. Ok but how do we think he knew all that stuff. Idk probably just institute connections. I love the fact that the recorder just wants to record stuff randomly bjahsjdhd. Elias feels a lot like Michael in the sense that he knows more than he should and talks in a way that implies he just wants to wait and see how things play out for his own benefit. I understand him knowing the things that happened but his description of her emotions implies something paranormal. Maybe he's connected to one of the entities. Which one I cannot guess.

ep 83: did a file get delivered randomly to the place he's staying at? Probably elias lmao. He thinks the mannequin is related to the stranger. Idk I would believe it.

ep 84: worms? I know he says earth worms but idk. Again? Is she making gordon golems out of trash? Martin popping off. You can tell the statements get to him more that they get to Jon. How come martin is so mad about it? I want to assume he just doesnt want her to get stuck there but idk. Jude Perry. The calliope organ. Jon heard a circus in one of the last episodes

ep 89: he's talking to perry? Like jude Perry? He says ... God? Is that what it is? Lmao. The Desolation. Jon is tired of ppl being vague and not telling him stuff lmao. Oh God Jon is so confused. Compel her? Is she assuming he has some kind of power? Does he have powers? Hmm. im agreeing with jon here please jesus christ why does everyone have to be so cryptic. Just say what you mean. "maybe you get an itchy eye" bahasjkdfklsjdf girl what. Agnes saved her? Oh this is the girl from the cafe story? So theres the Cult of the Lightless Flame? They worship whatever entity this is? The Desolation? Why do they all seem like they sorta worship her then? Is Gretchen gonna die oh god. fuckin michael. a different michael aaah. i see. dont do it shes gonna burn you. sir. please. sir dont you dare do- WHAT DID I SAY what did you think was gonna happen hhh.

ep 90: try to make it less obvious you're trying to get fired big T. Elias that doesnt sound like the most healthy thing to do. oh dear is this gonna be triggering for me. uuuuuh. uuuuuuuuuh. doesnt seem like it ok gonna keep listening. Jared. hmmmmm. Ok we've seen Keay and hotner or whatever his name was.

ep 91: Michael Crew. Oh is this the lightning scar guy. Mister jon sir did you just die. No? God everyone is so fuckin cryptic. Say normal things please. They all just like to go on about pain and agony and j e s u s c h r i s t we get it you got hurted by whatever thing. So theyre avatars? question mark? Jude Perry is an avatar of The Desolation? hhhh fractals. thats a spiral thing innit. Yup. messing with your perceptions. God they all talk about feeding their god and feeding that which feeds them and. hh what does that meann. Leave big J. please. uh oh. is it daisy? how come he has the web lighter still? the tape recorder just turns on sometimes you know how it is. So he can compel people? not that he knows it obviously but. a bit wack. powers go brr i guess? If the eye just wants knowledge i guess he feeds it by getting the statements? b/c i doubt it wants him to murder ppl or whatever.

ep 92: elias you all knowing fuck what do you know. (i guess all given what i just said) Lukas. Heard of them before. Mordecai Lukas. Loneliness. The lonely even. Jonah Magnus. Elias ur sounding like a bit of a dickhead rn. lmao jon's just like "i dont care" elias what is ur deal. Why does he want to tie her in. ohh i see. lmao theyre all just like "elias why" The Unknowing lol seems very much like something the eye wouldnt like. lol elias is gettin all philosophical. what does it really mean to be human. this still doesnt answer why gertrude wanted to destroy the archives tho.

ep 93: bahsjdfh he seems so dead inside rip. awww admiral. i love him already. ghh breacon and hope. purple mold. doesnt sound like anything we've seen so far. I think the funniest explanation for breacon and hope is that they dont actually serve the stranger they just kinda happen to be a random neutral party that cart around random spooky entity related stuff. ooooh. when we hear the slight static of the tape recorder it's cuz he's compelling ppl.

ep 94: the end! listen man they were all just grayed up for 4/13.

ep 95: the end also? death but also savagery/ animalistic shit. aww martin. lmao becerra. she's just been chillin in the corner.

ep 96: return to sender. haha minecraft go brr. prediction: breacon and hope? yup there we go. jon why is there an echo. are you in a stairwell? is he gonna eat it- yup. how did i call it. unsure abt what theyre talking about but ok. they kidnapped someone? Sarah Baldwin. ooooh that guy.

ok im just putting this here so i have notes for when nicholas gets to this part. It seems like (from jon's conversation with jude perry) that the desolation and the eye are kinda at odds with eachother? like i guess not directly but it seems like they dont really vibe? so how could be with both. Cuz if he has the heat powers and shit then we know he's an avatar of the desolation. but then why does he have so much eye imagery. also he got burned intentionally? like jude did when she went on her monologue about the feeling of burning? but then why did he wear the eye pendant. it stops him from being burned all the way which seems like he's not fully accepting the fire or whatever.

Nooooo I lost like a bunch of my notes rip. I keep forgetting to save.

Ep 104: tim gives a coherent statement without jon even being there. Ugh. Fucking robert smirk. Dont like him. Joey. Dont recognize the name. The show must go on. Clown. The spooky circus?

ep 105: total war... shogun 2? jon is just understanding languages again. "if i understood mandarin or cantonese" are you sure you dont big man?

ep 106: havent we heard this one already? mans in space? oh no this is just another episode in space. fairchild... uuuh. cant remember. oh! this is related to that! this is one of the ppl from the other side. sounds like a Vast thing. oh he's the one that the dude saw? but that guy didnt have a face... she's sorta like jon. wanting to dismiss the statements. lmao i love the workplace gossip. ace jon for the win! oh cmon elias dont be a dick. sunny meadows or whatever. thats the place we heard about.

ep 107: oh great is it jude perry again. Third Degree. bahahsdkfj she was arrested. sorry but imagining this old british lady getting arrested is funny. she was trying to resurrect him. using the skin book. he's not feeling well. jon take a nap. i wonder if this is what happens when he uses his powers too much. He gets into The Zone when he reads statements lol. didn't we have a burning train car in anothre statement? is it julia fairchild? bahahahs "kidnapped. Again." poor jon honestly. julia... about her dad. daughter of the murder shed guy? hunting like your dad liked to hunt or normal people hunting. oh hunting vampires!

ep 108: melanie has been suffering. poor martin peter lukas why do you have to be like this. can he not just use the front door? does he have to bother the ppl doing statements?

ep 109: how come he cut her off? kinda rude tbh. its either jon's influence or there was smth he didnt want her saying. is it gerard on the table? this sounds kinda like smth from one of the university episodes. is it the closed eye on the hand? yup. he's like one of the students! if the thing listening in is elias then... he can do that without the tape recorder yknow. plus who's to say it wont just turn itself on again

110: who wants to bet its a leitner?

111: Lukas related to The Lonely. I used to not like Gerard that much but i like him more now. but i thought there were 15? ohhh thats right isnt flesh newer? gerry for the win honestly. finally telling jon things.

112: lol "again" no one ever tells any of these ppl anything. tim and basira are just out of the loop constantly. music, like the war episodes. The hunt or the slaughter? probably the hunt. so Daisy is related to the hunt right? basira likes the reading, she's doing fine at the institute. daisy's getting worried...

113: it just turned on randomly. what is it lol. explossives! oh boy. why do they always assume he turned it on intentionally. melanie youre not making me like you that much. which entity is this about i cant tell. lol he was disappointed it was just the end. The title Breathing Room made me think it was gonna be about the buried but i guess not. So many of these entities deal with death but the end is one that deals in just death. it has no need for fancy deaths, just death is enough

114: more hilltop road statements? the tree. oh boy. ok the tree has 8 arms obviously theres the spider parallels. was she taken into an alternate universe? oh no. jon tries to phrase things so he's not asking questions. thats honestly good. "sometimes i was kidnapped" oh dear. they got gertrude. daisy ur so odd lmao. who wants to bet they dont know the tape recorder's running?

115: silaca? or whatever? antique man? meat grinder... related to the meat is meat episode? oh wow. they buy antiques from him. maybe dont antagonize this creature which can kill you?

116: lol theyre all just so done with elias. music? is it like the one band that if you hear them you die or wtvr. oh its chess? i am very much confused. mmm stranger go brr. gorilla skin? oh shit the dance. woah. this is so good. this is so gender. the words are wonderful. "you can just say tim" lmao trying to fool elias never feels like a good idea.

117: except elias lmaoo. oh shit. leitner getting some use for once idk. bruuh poor melanie she has been thru so much shit. martin you can just say youre worried about jon. lol he's so accurate in his jon impression. lol who was that. was that daisy? lmaoo. oop hi tim. oh god i hope tim doesnt die. i feel like i wouldve heard about that? but im not sure. destroying the source of knowledge is gonna be hard for jon. yay jon! you did a good thing. let him rest.

118: go off martin lmao. awww poor martin. oh god the tape gets that squealy quality and its awful.

119: woah. lots of things happening. uhh. POP OFF TIM!!

120: lmao elias giving a statement about jon's dreams lol. damn jon doesnt even get his own dreams? has to stay Watching even when he's asleep? f in the chat this man goes thru so much shit. oh boy its peter. lol martin my beloved. idk i dont trust peter.

[nervousndepressd]

i feel like garbage, idk y i worry abt what other ppl think so much

i feel like u rlly convinced me for so long that i was a horrible person, that everything i did waa malicious

i was a mentally ill child, i was hurt and broken and i didnt understand how to love. u fucked up my brain in a way i still dont understand.

i get over things and i get over u but then i see u again and u kiss me and touch me, u treat me like im always yours yet i dont think i want to be.

i want to feel heard and i want to be safe from u. its so easy to go back and feel like nothings changed but so much has.

i crave ur validation, i dont get it

i feel like u have told ppl that i was horrible and abusive, i feel like u validate urself and escape from what u did to me by telling others a half truth, that they accept bcs u hide behind a vail of who u truly are

ppl see u as this innocent person but they dont know how u gaslit me for years, u diminished my emotions and called me weird for asking for normal things a partner may want.

u still treat me like one day ull marry me, but u act in disgust when i ask for a little bit more of u.

im so tired of it, i want to hurt myself, i want to die

why do u have this control over me, after what u did i should have plastered ur name over the internet and called u out for who u are

i feel like i cant escape it, my one home away from my toxic household is filled w ppl u know, w ppl who u have lied to abt me.

u have always failed to see the ways in which u hurt me

i feel so hopeless i feel like giving up that even if i go to therapy for years my memory will be stained with what u did to me, how i was treated for years and just took it

no matter how hard i tried it wasnt ever enough, so i got tired of trying, even after u assaulted me and i didnt know for months i still tried to stay by u

i didnt have feelings for anyone else i was trying to get out, im still trying to get out

i want to be free from needing u, i want to feel safe and comfortable within my skin

i dont feel like i can ever heal, as much as i continue i still feel scarred and broken

the worse part is is that that feeling is what keeps me going back to u, that because of what u did no one else will ever love me, u constantly told me, u would yell it at me, that no one would be batter than u that no one could love me like u did. but that wasnt love yet i still believe it, that i am not worthy of someone else loving me and i feel like it just gets proven over and over

im annoying and a burden and pushy and weird

that all im good for is being used by men and i should just accept that, i shouldnt rlly try for anything, like fuck i dont even have any real goals

im stuck exactly where i was, i cant get out and id just rather it be over

i wanna do drugs and get drunk and just live up to all the low expectations everyone set for me, even u

u never made me feel like i could amount to anything other than being your little housewife, one that u get to use and belittle and hurt

i wish u wouldnt fucking lie abt it tho, i wish ud just accept what u did, maybe then id actually get through it but that isnt who u are

u want to paint urself in a positive light, u couldnt even accept the small thing u did to me, why would u admit to raping me?

after all u did i still find it so hard to let go of this good guy vision i have of u, that its in the past

everytime i went back to u though it got worse, the things u did the things u said, it feels impossible to break this cycle

that im either going to let this happen till something so horrible happens that vision of u breaks forever in my mind or we stay stuck, for the rest of our lives i stay stuck to u and i do what u say and i follow in your footsteps

but i fear so deeply that itll just devolve, so much that u yelling and u hurting me is just normal

i wanna scream, i wanna cut and i wanna die

im so tired

[targaryenfamilyorgy]

Mutual Diversion

Chargestep smut. 1k. I think I took out all my dumb notes? Ricardo/Octavia

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“Hey, what are you doing here?” Ortega leans in for a kiss. You give him a quick peck and sidestep his attempt at more. You’re here to keep him distracted but that doesn’t mean you have to give in to everything. “I just wanted to stop by.”

“Aw, you wanted to see me. You missed me.” He leans in to kiss you again and you smack him lightly on the lips.

“I resent how you didn’t say that like a question.”

Ignoring his smirk, you walk further into the building, catching his hand as he reaches for you, and let him intertwine your fingers.

By now you don’t need him to lead you around. Not that memorizing floor plans has ever been hard for you. You can drag him along behind you instead of being dragged. You can sway your hips a little bit more than needed and know he’s behind you looking.

(You saunter saunteringly into Ortega’s office. “Wanna fuck?” You ask.)

You’ve learned you’re a temptation Ortega can’t resist. It’s to manipulate him, you keep telling yourself. Keep your enemies closer. Right? Even if it doesn’t fit with how your thoughts linger on him. How you can’t stop remembering how soft his hair had been all those years before when you used to run your fingers through it. It looks just as soft now.

It’s to manipulate him. So you visit him at work, bringing coffee and food and idle conversation.

And kisses.

Like now, you lean back against his desk and look at him through half lidded eyes. Smiling and pretending that this is pretending. When he kisses you, holds you a little too tight a little too right you sink into his arms. You suck his lower lip into your mouth and give it a gentle bite.

More making out

The words you mumble against his lips as he rubs his hand over the front of your jeans aren’t as planned out and calculated against your plans as they should be, more pure feeling bubbling up out of your lips and spilling out like acid.

Acid that will eat you up just like -

Best to throw that thought away. Away with thoughts of blood and lies. Focus.

The first time was a slip up. You were so starved and couldn’t think of a reason not to stay on that couch. Now it’s okay though because it’s all an act. A part of your plan. Keep him distracted. Keep him looking at you with lust instead of suspicion.

His teeth nip at your collar, a string of Spanish you can’t really make out when you slide your own hand down to touch him. You can’t help but smile when you feel he’s hard already, it’s a heady mix of pride and lust at knowing you’re the cause. He’s not shy about telling you what to do, what helikes, bringing his own hand in to show you.

It’s stupid how many times you’ve done this. Like you can’t resist any chance to learn more about his body. At least he can’t talk if he’s busy kissing.

You hate how he takes his time, touching every part of your body but never how you really want. The smug look on his face tells you he knows exactly what he’s going. Winding you up and falling to his knees to put his mouth on you. Drawing out a surprised moan.

Bury your hands in his hair as he works his tongue against your clit in slow circles. His hands caressing your thighs. You want more, you need more. You nearly sob when he teases you with a finger. Pressing against you and then pulling away to languidly rub against your folds. You grind your hips against him and try to thrust down on his finger. If you have to fuck yourself on him you will.

He pulls away and kisses up your stomach, laugh tickling your skin when you loudly sigh. You twist your fingers in his hair and pull. He stutters and moans, following your momentum up to kiss you. Lips slick and you can taste yourself.

“Fuck, Ortega, fuck me. Just fuck me already.” You gasp against his lips. Grinding your hips together. The longer this takes the more opportunity for you to say something stupid.

He just laughs into the kiss, moving his hand so you have something better to thrust against, needy and erratic. You should care that he can reduce you to this, but right now any higher thought is slipping away in a haze of pleasure.

Shit. Get yourself together.

You’re Leviathan, you’re in control.

It’s a simple thing to grab him and twist so he’s the one caught against the desk. He grunts at the impact of his lower back against the metal. Not exactly according to plan but oh well.

“Sorry.” You lean in and kiss his chest. Stopping to trace his scars with your tongue. It’d be so easy just to go lower and take him into your mouth. Licking up his chest, you take him in your hand and pump slowly, pausing to bite his nipple and smirk at the sound it earns you.

“Octavia,” he sighs. And you lean in to reclaim his mouth, gently sliding your tongue against his and tickling the roof of his mouth.

He’s putty in your hands. Lost in the feel of your hands and lips. It’s a fight not to lose yourself too.

Bite your lip, focus on the pain.

You know how to tilt your hips to make taking him an exquisite slide. Even at this angle. You know how to rake your nails down his chest and watch red lines rise as you start to rock your hips gently. It’s a little awkward and you’re essentially standing on your toes to make it work.

His hands squeeze and caress your ass. If he doesn’t stop looking in your eyes you’re going to headbutt him.

“It’d be easier to ride you if we could lie down.” You eye his couch. It’s covered in files and boxes, not really enough space for what you want to do.

His fingers trace up your back. “I could get on the floor?”

You laugh. “Your bones are too old for that.”

“Maybe it’s your knees that can’t take,” he pinches your ass, “But that’s not what I’m worried about you taking.” His voice lowers to a husky rasp.

Before you can respond, he grabs the back of your thighs and hoists you up. You’ve barely gotten your arms around his shoulders before he sets you down again, spinning you around by the waist and grinding his hips against your ass.

Your face is pressed into the wall and you don’t think he meant to be that rough because he presses a gentle kiss to the back of your neck. But his hands on your hips aren’t, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. You moan at the thought of him marking you, and you hate that it gets you so hot.

He holds you still as he enters you again, moving with shallow but forceful thrusts that betray his neediness. A string of whispered Spanish accompanied by soft moans. You think you hear your name in there somewhere. Whispered like a prayer.

He’s tugging you back into the movement, and it’s shaking loose a whimper every few thrusts. Shit, he’s not even actively fucking you and it’s doing stupid things to your brain.

One hand against the wall to keep you steady and the other gripping the bookshelf next to you. You grit your teeth and arch back into the next roll of his hips.

The next thrust is harder, the pace faster now, like he was waiting for permission to give you everything he wants to. Make you feel every moment he waited for you.

He tilts his head to drag his tongue against the underside of your jaw. Taking your skin between his teeth and biting, forcing a hoarse and stuttered moan out of you.

He’s rough. Not brutal, always thinking about your pleasure. One hand traveling around to your front to flatten against your clit and he’s slamming into you so hard it sends the bookcase crashing against the wall. You whine, wince, and grab his wrist, your clit fucking hurts it’s so good.

You wanted to be in control, were so sure you would be. The feel of his cock and the slide of his hand taking your breath away. Your surprised to realize the needy moans are coming from you.

Ortega’s hand feels so good right where it is but you grab his wrist and bring his fingers up to your mouth. Dragging your tongue from palm up and swirling your tongue over the tips of his fingers. He groans, pressing his fingers into your mouth, and you let him. Hollowing your cheeks and lavishing your tongue against him. (Wtf am I even talking abt?)

You roll your clit between your fingers. Motions not as smooth as you hoped. Everything ratchets higher, tighter, until your rocking between Ortega’s thrusts and your hand.

“I’m gonna kill you, I’m gonna fucking kill you,” you moan because there’s a tension coiling in your stomach and you’re trying not to beg.

“I love you,” he breathes out over your skin. Kissing it into the flesh of your shoulder. Thrusts going off tempo, shoving you forwards and dragging you back until there’s no choice but to but hold still as he fucks you. The bookshelf you lifeline as your knees turned to jelly long ago.

You’re going to come. Your so fucking close, you want to beg for it, so you bite your lip so hard it bleeds. It doesn’t take long after that, vision going blurry and somehow too sharp, and the buzz in your ears goes deafening.

His name comes out of your mouth, you make sure of it. Terrified of what else you might say in its place. A list of confessions he always seems to drag out of you.

Ortega comes while your still shaking. Grinding close and whispers sweet things into your ear about how beautiful you are, how perfect, how much he loves you.

You don’t respond. Not that you need to bother with replying since Ortega is too far gone, still leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses along your neck as he tries to catch his breath.

When your clothes are back in place you’ll accept his kiss before you leave. Not letting him hold you but not being too obvious you’re running away. You aren’t. It’s simply a retreat. Not even that. Mission accomplished. You distracted him.

You’ll pretend you aren’t distracted too.

[peggydoodles]

Pain Day - Ducktales Drabble

Where Scrooge McDuck has the first bad pain day he’s had since Della’s returned home. 

Scrooge has gotten hurt A LOT over the years and I can only imagine all that pain and scars and bad memories getting piled up and hurting from time to time. I wanted to write a little thing with him and chronic pain since I talk abt that headcanon a lot w/ my discord friends. My first time trying to describe chronic pain, hope I did a good job! 

So I thought who’d be better to handle it than Della? She’s known him the longest after all. So I tossed her in there, plus a lil pain from when Scrooge was separated from everyone. Place this within the first week or so that Della’s back.

words :1325 triggers: chronic pain grammar errors: probably a whole bunch

As Saturday mornings go in McDuck Manor, this Saturday morning was a pretty calm one. No explosions, no zombies raising from the dead, no evil forces trying to take over and kill the entire McDuck family. It was just a calm morning. And Della sat down at the breakfast table with her three children (plus Webby) as they all ate a meal of scrambled eggs and bacon.

The only thing missing from his perfect, calm morning was her Uncle Scrooge. It wasn’t like him to miss breakfast. He usually woke up with the sun.

“Hey, Mrs. B?” Della said, mouth still full as she spoke. “Where’s the old man? He’s not dead, is he?”

Mrs. Beakley, who was pouring a cup of tea for herself, shook her head. “No, he’s quite alright. Well, as alright as he can be right now.”

“What’s that mean?” asked Dewey.

“It’s nothing to worry about, dear. It’s just a few old injuries from his more reckless days coming back to bite him in the tail feathers.” The old woman answered.

“What?”

“He’s having a pain day, Dewey.” Whispered Huey, followed by an ‘Ooooh’ from his brother.

Della paused for a moment. She remembered a lot of times from her youth when Scrooge would get hurt protecting her and her brother (mostly her brother) from dangers when they went on adventures. Scrooge always put his family first, not caring if he got hurt in the process, but she knew that even before he took care of her and Donald that he got hurt a lot.

“It’s cool, kiddos! I’ll go check up on him!” She said valiantly, standing up from her chair.

“Oh boy, um, Mom?” Louie spoke up. “You haven’t been her for a while, so I don’t blame you for not knowing, but uh … Scrooge gets really grumpy when he’s like this. He doesn’t like us going in his room.”

The mother simply smiled and ruffled his head feathers. “Sweetie, I’ve been dealing with McGrouchie even before you were born. Ten years has got nothing to do with the fact that I know the best way to deal with it. Huey, how about you go get some heating pads for me and meet me upstairs?” And with that, Della Duck set her path for her uncle’s bedroom.

Once there, Della’s determined smile faded just a bit. She wondered how much worse her uncle’s pain had gotten over ten years. She recalls a time when she was younger and asked about what chronic pain meant and her uncle had described it as his body remembering all the times it got hurt. It was a good explanation for a child, but now Della realized how much it really sucked.

Della quietly cracked open the door to her uncle’s room, a stream of light from the hallway entering the darkened chambers. There she saw her uncle in the position she remembers when she was a child. He was still in his pajamas, his blankets in a ruffled mess, he laid flat on his stomach with his pillow pulled over the top of his head, where he held onto it tightly. It was a tough sight, seeing the man who conquered half the world be bed ridden by a couple of nasty joints.

“Hey, Uncle Scrooge?” Della walked in, closing the door behind her. She was greeted with a muffled ‘mmmggghhh’ from the bed. She quickly made her way over, hoping her leg didn’t make too much noise and knelt down beside his bed.

“You doing okay?” “mmmghh.” “Yeah, I hear ya. How’s it on the scale?” She waited for a moment before Scrooge responded. “Eight.” “Yikes. That bad, huh?” Della stood up and took a quick look around his room. Everything looked the way she left it, but she couldn’t be too sure.

“Hey, Donald didn’t move your medicine at all while I was gone, did he?” She asked. Donald always carried around their uncle’s medicine, he was practically a walking pharmacy. He used to remind her where Scrooge’s pain meds were whenever he would go out of town on a college trip. She was lost in thought that she didn’t realize Scrooge hadn’t answered her. “Scrooge?”

It took a moment before the old man squeezed his pillow to the back of his head, and let out a more pained grumble than before.

He must’ve been more hurt than she thought. Della quickly went over to a drawer beside the bed and pulled out a small orange container. “You’re due for a refill, Unc. I’ll go out and get some later. Don’t worry, I’ll pay for it.” She reassured him with a bit of humor in her voice. She took the amount Scrooge was supposed to take and set it down on the end table next to him. “Take those when you’re cool.” And she then sat down on the bed next to him, careful not to move it too much.

“Man,” She started, trying to take her uncle’s mind away. “How Donald managed to take care of you and the boys, I’ll never know.” She laughed. “Must’ve felt like he was taking care of four kids. Well, five if we count Webby.”

There was silence for a while, then her uncle’s body began to shake. He pulled the pillow harder and gripped the case so hard Della was afraid it might rip. It wasn’t until he made a sound that she realized he was crying.

“Oh! Oh, Scrooge no! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, I swear!” Della quickly moved over so she was next to him and grabbed one of his hands. “I know how much you helped. I’m sorry if I made it sound like you didn’t. You’re not a burden, you know that right?” She told him. “You have no idea how happy I am that my boys got to know you.”

“Della?” With his one hand off the pillow, Della could see her uncle’s face as he turned to her.

“Hey there. I’m right here. I’m not gonna go anywhere, I promise. I’m gonna stay right here until you feel all better.” She waits until her uncle regains a normal breathing pace, then she gave him a great big smile. “See? A little better already.”

Scrooge looked like he was going to say something else. And by the look on his face it would’ve been important. 

“Mom?” A little voice peeped from Scrooge’s door. Huey stood nervously with a few heating pads tucked in his arms.

“Hey, honey. Come on over. He won’t bite. Not while he’s like this.” She joked and waved Huey over with her free hand. Whatever it was, it could wait for now.

Once her son had made his way to them, Della took the heating pads and put them over her uncle’s right foot, his back, and under the pillow on the back of his head.

“You know, when I was your age, I used to give Scrooge chocolate when he was like this. Duckworth hated it; said I shouldn’t be giving him any sweets.” Della said, kneeling back down so she could be her son’s height.

“Really?”

“I know, right? The Junior Woodchuck Guidebook says it’s good for reducing inflammation, but the old dog wouldn’t take my word for it.” Della shrugged.

“I have chocolate on me.” Huey stated, reaching into his shirt pocket and pulling out a wrapped, one bite piece. “I have them for whenever Louie gets upset.”

“Ooohh!! Look at you, my little responsible man!” Della wrapped him up in a hug before turning to her uncle. “Scrooge? I’m gonna leave this next to your medicine. Try to eat it okay? Huey and I will be right outside if you need us.”

“We will?”

“Sure! You’re definitely someone I should to talk to. I need you to fill me in on everything about your brothers.” She ushered Huey out the door before turning back to Scrooge. She lifted up the pillow so she could give his head a small kiss.

Scrooge cracked one eye open to see her.

“I’m right here.” Della told him. “I’m gonna be here from now on, I promise.”

[franeridart]

Oh man, I'm just imagining that there's so many close brushes with kiribaku almost realizing or almost being in positions to find out that the other is a vigilante-- an injury and no way to get into contact with Jack or Mina-- a rainstorm washing Kiri's dye away on the job. I think it'd be especially funny if he thought for a minute that Kiri was bleeding but then Kiri is like "UH GOTTA GO ITS NOT BLOOD" and he realizes it's red hair dye

Oh Kirishima sort of already suspects it’s Bakugou - more or less? He’s in the process of starting to suspect it, at least lol for being someone who really doesn’t want to be found out Bakugou’s more carefree in his disguise than Kirishima is (his hair is a pretty obvious giveaway, for example, thought Bakugou relies a lot on the ‘attacking and running’ strategy, so in his mind all he gotta do is just not be seen by anyone at all lol) compared to Kiri he gets bruised and beaten up way more too (Kiri’s hardening makes it easy for him to avoid that in general) - Kiri’s noticing Bakugou’s bruises and his vigilante friend’s bruises match up a whole damn lot, so he’s starting to figure that one out

Bakugou’s a dumbass tho (read: he doesn’t really look at people he isn’t particularly interested in) so for him it’s gonna take a while haha

Anon said: If in vigilantes au Bakugou and jirou are just friends why do they live together and hug like a couple?

They’re best friends, and sometimes when your best friend is going through a real rough heartbreak and he’s in literal tears over it, you might be nice enough to offer your back for him to hide his face in and let him pretend he isn’t currently breaking down on you. Sometimes, you like a person in a platonic way enough to emotionally support them as best as you can when they’re at their lowest. It. Sort of happens between best friends, now and again. You don’t really need to want in someone’s pants to care about them.

They live together cause they started working together as vigilantes when they were in high school, and once they moved up to college they found it a good idea to have someone back home who knew about what they were doing to treat eventual wounds, since they can’t go to the hospital! Also the rent is cheaper this way

Anon said:Can you draw more comics of childhood kiribaku? You’re art is sooo cute 💓

It’s something I’ve regularly kept on going back on for years by now, so sure, it’ll probably happen! And thank you!

Anon said:OH MY GOD. Please tell me you will make an official webcomic of your Vigilante AU. It’s so beautiful, cute and I definitely need more of this. It’s like a drug that I did not know I needed until I read your concept(????). BTW, your art is soooo pretty. Thank you so much for drawing KiriBaku ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Ahhh I’m really happy to hear you like it! For personal reasons I’ve decided that making a cohesive, coherent succession of comics isn’t something I want to do, but I think I’ll draw more of that AU soon enough, snapshots and things like that! I hope that’s good enogh for you~

Anon said:May I request a pissed kiri??

Didn’t I draw that less than 10 posts ago

Anon said:Hey, I rlly admire you! I wish we were friends, you seem rlly nice!!

Thank you!!! The few close friends I have might tell you I’m actually not that great at the whole friends thing, but I appreciate the feeling a lot! :D

Anon said:Were Kirishima’s eyes red in the last panel of the last comic??

Yep :( he really does like Bakugou, after all

Anon said:I saw you answering the other anon and if I may ask, why posting the gem au was a big mistake? Were pol rude with you? If it’s so, I’m sorry abt it

Anon said:You said that posting your SU AU stuff was the biggest mistake you ever made… is it because of something that we, as viewers and worshippers of your KiriBaku (damn, I’ll never stop telling you it’s cute and adorable and it hurts but it’s also sweet), can help NOT doing? Or is there anything we can do?

It’s okay, it just got in the hands of people who don’t particularly like Bakugou, and these people started talking about the AU in less than nice terms, which was honestly pretty ridiculous and made me wonder how people can survive being alive on this earth when they consider Steven Universe sensitive material but either way it brought around in my activities a bunch of people I would have preferred not to interact with ever, and that sort of took the fun out of the AU? Now every time I think about drawing for it those people come back up in my head and I get annoyed all over again, it’s no fun

Anon said:are you still doing the fusion au? id love to see kaminari and shinsou

I’m not, sorry! Though someone did ask about baku and mineta and I’ve been thinking about drawing that horrible monster since then, and I’ve also been wanting to redesign the krbk fusion, so maybe I might get back to it ??? I’ll add shin*kami to the list haha

Anon said:I really like the relationship Jack and Bakugou have, and the angst is nice too! I really like the vigilatne AU! I hope we can see more of it, only if you feel like it of course!

Thank you so much ;;;

Anon said:Silly question. If Kirishima activated his quirk being in water. Would he float like wood, or he’d drown like a rock? >//w//

Oh, I’m pretty sure he’d go down since his quirk makes him into a rock haha

Anon said:I think this is around the eighth anonymous ask I send you, but being a porn-making Tumblr user, it’s better if I don’t go public. I just wanted to say, once again, that I love your KiriBaku, it makes me both ache and feel so warm and fuzzy inside; but right now, the focus is that Bakugou’s crying face against Jack’s back is just so good, expressive and painful. I often hate his guts, but yours I can never hate. And the sheer intensity of that expression, and the environment too… so many feels

Aw, thank you!!! I’m glad I can make you enjoy my fav character, anon :D !!

Anon said:I have a question about the vigilante AU. What’s the relationship between jirou and bakugou? Because they don’t look like just friends

Why don’t they look like just friends tho

Anon said:Hypothetically. How would Bakugou react (or what would he do) if Kirishima stopped showing interest in him?

Are we talking about a specific AU or is this meant for the canon universe? Well, either way I’d say he’d be pretty hurt, but it’s not like he can force Kirishima to like him can he. Ah, in the vigilantes AU he’d probably think it’s for the best even if he’d hurt a lot over it, but in canon and most other AUs I like to think he’d try to fix it somehow? Unless he has other reasons to not act on his feelings for Kirishima… gosh this is a vague question, there are so many possibilities really!

Anon said:🧡Hi Fran! I’m pretty sure you’re the one who introduced this concept to me so I wanted to say thanks! Touch starved Bakugou and super cuddly Bakugou are totally my fave, especially when you have him all curled up with Jirou! Having them be Mina and Kiri level besties makes so much sense and I love you for introducing that thought to me!!!🧡

I’m!!!!!!!!!!! so happy to hear that!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;O;

Anon said:in your vigilante au, Kiri has a scar, does Bakugo ever notice the scar?(curious if it reminds him of Red or nah, love yur art btw~~

When he’s not doing vigilantes work it’s actually hidden by the hair, so Bakugou never noticed! But if he were to notice he’d probably mark it down as a Kiri thing and leave it at that, as I said he’s not the most observant when he’s not particularly interested in someone so he hasn’t really registered it on Red’s face anyway haha

Anon said:I RLLY LOVE YOUR AU!! I haven’t found an AU in this fandom I’m rlly into but THIS IS SOCUTE??? will there be more?

Heck I sure hope so!! Thank you for liking it!!!

Anon said:hey for the anon you were looking for an outrageous ship to draw to test out their theory, try Tokoyami and Link (legend of Zelda link) cuz I just saw cosplayers of them hardcore dancing at dragoncon and I die every time I think about it. You can find a video of it on quirk-registration-office​  

…………………..I’m probably never gonna draw that ngl LMAO BUT this ask made me wanna draw Tokoyami as a Rito so I guess that’s ???? something that might happen instead heck that’s a good concept I should have thought about earlier

Anon said:I absolutely love your art its soon amazing and I really like the vigilantly au but take care of yourself okay

I dunno what I did to make you worry about me but thank you so much for it? I’ll try my best !!!! And thank you for liking my doodles too!!! ;^;

Anon said:Do you know about any fanfics based in your art?? (Idk if that’s grammatically correct sorry 😅)

Hmmmmmmmmmm there are a few but the only one that comes to mind right now is such a funny pair !!! boy ellen’s fics are always so damn amazing, I still can’t believe she wrote for me ;^;