#it makes sense in my head if not to anyone else

[imsosleepyofyourbull]

I firmly believe that Kabru is autistic but masks so hard that he’s convinced himself and (almost) everyone around him that he’s neurotypical.

That man’s special interest is people and how they work, but he just thinks it’s him Being So Good At Socializing — like he doesn’t spend 95% of his time people watching and adjusting his personality in response to the traits he witnesses and obsessing over the intricacies of human interaction while mapping an ever growing relationship chart in his head. For fun. He even admits it in the manga!

Like, look at him!!!

It’s such a shame that — because he’s the narrative foil to Laios and his interest is generally considered more “socially acceptable” in both their world and our own — more people don’t realize this about him. He’s constantly misinterpreted as a horribly manipulative person who only acts the way he does to use the people around him, when that’s explicitly shown to not be the case at all. Kabru is naturally empathetic and is almost always thinking about other people, regardless of whether or not they’re right there with him or a thousand miles away.

I mean, his most defining motivation is his desire to do everything he can to avoid another tragedy like the one at Utaya. Someone who doesn’t care wouldn’t have a goal like that, and they most certainly wouldn’t go about it the way he does. He’s constantly working to help people who can help everyone else and tries so hard to make sure that anyone who seems like a threat is actually someone he needs to worry about before doing anything about it. His supposed aversion to Laios is only because of the ridiculous trolley problem he’s set up in his own head.

Outside of that, he (rather justifiably) hates monsters but is desperate to understand Laios’ love for them and his apparently most selfish goal in getting close to the guy was literally just to become friends with him.

When he’s interacting with the canaries and they imply that they’re going to take him and all of his friends to the West, his first thought is of Rin and how much she’d hate to be stuck in the place that gave her so many bad memories.

He helps Kuro learn Common when Mickbell is asleep and firmly looks forward to the day that the half-foot and Kuro can communicate properly so that their relationship can get properly started without any miscommunication.

And he understands Mithrun with only a handful of weeks AT BEST interacting with him, getting enraged when the elf seems to give up and immediately trying to help him find a new motivation for life.

I’m excited just thinking about the day that Kabru starts unmasking more and more around his friends — both new and old — because if being with my current friend group has taught me anything, it’s that hanging out with anyone so unabashedly themselves is bound to make you more comfortable with yourself too. It’s part of the reason why I like Labru so much! There’s something nice about imagining them hanging out in the throne room or laying in the grass outside and talking for hours on end about their special interests. They might not strictly understand what the other finds so fascinating about monsters or people, but they can grasp that shared feeling of love.

They probably influence each other in really good ways too, with Kabru helping Laios figure out what people are thinking even when it doesn’t make sense or Laios helping Kabru understand that not everyone and everything needs to be analyzed a thousand times over. They both get to learn that there are people like them and people who will love them without them ever having to change a thing about themselves. They deserve to know that they’re fine the way they are.

[foreingersgod]

i saw ur post that u write for paige… maybe a teammate fic? i don’t really have a plot in mind but i trust that beautiful brain of yours 😁

Friendly Banter . PB

pairing: paige bueckers x reader

synopsis: you and paige may be teammates, but it’s hard to get anything done if you also happen to be dating

A/N: iiiiii kind of hate this :(

“your defending could use a bit of work, baby” you heard a familiar voice from the sidelines “don’t you think?”

you held back a smile, kissing your teeth as you turned on your heels. there was no one else in the gym except you and paige, the two of you deciding to get some extra drills in before practice tomorrow morning. you had just been practicing some shots and different dribbling drills while paige sat back to stretch for a while. there wasn’t anyone to defend, rather paige just wanted an excuse to tease you.

“i think my defense is actually quite good i’ll have you know,” you scoffed, bouncing the ball slowly as she walked towards you “what exactly could use the work, hm?”

“well for starters,” she said, matter of factly, cocking her head to the side. she rubbed her hands together and shrugged in your direction “you’re not being physical enough”

that made you chuckle, throwing your head back lightly in amusement. you nodded your head and rolled your eyes, “oh really?”

“really, i’d never lie to you, babe”

“care to enlighten me then?” you asked, her tall figure now standing over yours “i mean, you’re kinda obligated to help your girlfriend out, right?”

“oh i’d be more than happy to” she snickered, licking her lips as she looked you up and down. she got lost in you for a moment, you could tell, her eyelashes fluttered against the smooth skin under her eye as she surveyed your every move.

“well then show me, smarty pants,” you shoved her chest slightly, feeling yourself growing flustered by her intimate glances. you’d never get tired of the way she looked at you “what do i need to do?”

she slid past you, hands gripping your waist to hold you in your place as she came up behind you. it was silent in the empty gymnasium apart from the sounds of paige’s shoes squeaking against the varnished floors as she assumed her position. you were now facing the same direction, your back to paige’s chest as she leaned against you.

“you gotta be more assertive, you know?” she all but enticed, talking seductively into your ear. she was so close to you that you could feel her warm breathe on your neck “don’t be afraid to push your opponent around a little bit”

“i’m gonna defend you while you try to drive it in,” she continued “and i’ll show you how it’s really done”

you snorted, blowing a nervous breathe from your nose. she always knew how to get you riled up. her hands were hovering over you as you thought of a strategy to get the ball past paige. you began dribbling the ball, backing into her slowly which caused you to collide with her. the curve of your backside fit comfortably against her pelvic bone. instantly, you could sense paige’s breathe hitch at the contact, making you smirk. knowing its effect, you backed up even more, pushing against her harder to push your way closer to the net. she defended you to the best of her ability as she tried to keep you away, but the way your hips moved against her made it difficult for her to focus. while she was caught off guard, you faked her out and sprinted around her to drive it up and into the net. you cheered for yourself as paige shook her head in defeat, rubbing her hand across her jaw in disbelief.

“that’s how it’s supposed to be done?” you laughed, scrunching your nose “and you say my defense needs work?”

“that’s not fair,” she said “you were distracting me and you know it”

“i was just playin’ the game, paige! you’re the one who can’t get her mind out of the gutter long enough to defend me!” you came up to her, hands finding their way up to her shoulders, giving them a gentle rub.

“can you blame me?” she furrowed her brows “i don’t know anyone can even play at all when you’re out there on the court”

“maybe that’s my method of defense” you beckoned, teasing her harmlessly. you nodded your head behind you, motioning to your ass “don’t have to do much if everyone’s looking elsewhere”

she looked at you offended, raising her eyebrows as she widened her eyes “oh it better not be, nobody should be looking at my girl like that except for me”

“whatever,” you smiled, protective paige was your favorite “you have nothing to worry about, baby, nobody’s looking at anybody”

“you better hope so” she said, leaning down to place a chaste kiss to your lips “or you’re gonna be in trouble”

the tone of her voice made your knees weak, this was her way of getting back at you for your little comment. you kissed her once more before she pulled away from you, starting to make her way back to where both of your belongs sat on the sidelines.

“oh how so?” you prodded, already knowing the answer. you followed her as you chased her down, watching as she packed up her things. she handed you your duffel bag and draped her own over her shoulder.

“i could tell you,” she began as you both started to make your way out of the gym, heading for your car. she placed a strong hand on the small of your back, fingers snaking under your shirt, tugging you into her side with force “but id much rather show you instead”

[lazyjellyfish300]

hi, jelly 💕 bee here!

about the Miguel blurbs, how about this: Migs has a crush on reader, but he tries to ignore his feelings and treats her like he would anyone else. but when reader gets stood up on a date, Miguel crumbles and comforts her.

it can be on Spider-Verse or any other au you prefere.

sending you lots of love!

Bee my lauvv!! Ty for the request!!! 🖤🖤🖤I also made it so you have a crush on Miguel too hehe. Here ya go!!

Stood up

Miguel O'Hara x Fem Spider!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

CW: ANGST, FLUFF, BETRAYAL, PINING. MIGUEL AVOIDING FEELINGS, BIT SUGGESTIVE, MINORS DNI

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Your boss is a hard egg to crack. You do your best to impress him. Going the extra mile, setting an example to your fellow spiders, even fine with bearing the label of boring co-worker once in a while when you gracefully shut down the banter between you, Hobie, Pav, Gwen, Margo, and Miles that has gone on a little too long. Reminding everyone to stay on task. 

You do it for him after all. You pity the guy, just wanting to be the reason he has one less frown line and one less grey streak in his hair. 

Also the fact that he's really handsome and has just about every quality you admire in a person. But that's besides the point.

He keeps the same stoic look on his face, almost like he's tired of you. After a while, you get the picture, backing off little by little. Doing your best to put all your efforts into being the best Spidey you can for your Earth. Putting your handsome boss out of your mind. 

For now. 

----

Of course he notices. He's not a professional at social cues but come on, you make it so obvious. How you wait up for him, the way you stop what you're doing just to turn your attention to him not even a second after he enters a room. You must have memorized his footfalls coming from a mile away, and not just because of your Spidey senses. 

But the worst part is the fact that he not only notices. He also appreciates it more than you know. And what you don't know is he feels the same if not more strongly about you than you could ever imagine. 

Shock. 

Thank God that spiders aren't mind readers, a deep blush painting his face at the thought of you accessing the diary of cringe that was his brain that housed the obsessive and love sick thoughts he had about you. 

You were everything Spider-Woman (or let's be honest, more like his dream employee) should be. Composed, focused, thorough, calculated, patient, and PUNCTUAL. (arguably his favorite quality out of all of them) 

But one thing you won't get out of him is any blaring indication that this silly little crush exists. No, there's a multiverse worth saving that is permanently at the risk of imploding at a moment's notice, all because a Vulture decided to have a heyday on the beach in some aquatic dimension because he's never seen the ocean before. 

No, he needs to keep it all business. Repeating that mantra in his head over and over again every time you come walking in with that glow on your face that he could just pluck effortlessly out of a crowd of many. 

She's just like everyone else. She's just like everyone else. 

But damnit when you showed him that gorgeous smile. 

Those deep eyes of yours. Bottomless.

Sucking him in like the holes in the multiverse he dedicated his entire life to patching. 

And when you spoke, it was like you had his full attention. Putting that advanced hearing to good use as he tuned out the rest to hone in on what enriching thing you had to say next, no matter how mundane it was. Clutching it like he was a seagull and you were a loaf of bread shredding crumbs. 

---

To stifle the burning sting of rejection, you found your attention being taken by another, golden haired Spider-Man, Ben Reilly. 

He'd tell jokes occasionally, smirking when you returned with equal friendly fire, indulging you with letting you try out his protein shakes and spotting you at the gym, jaw falling open with surprise and a growing attraction when you continuously reset your PR. 

You thought you weren't misreading the signs he was giving you. He wasn't shying away from your touch. In fact, he was the one who couldn't keep his hands off of you. Feeling yourself get warm in tingly places when his hand lingered on the small of your back. 

When you were eating the famous Miguel burgers in the cafeteria and he used his thumb to get a stain of ketchup off your lips, definitely making a point to keep those electric blues on you as he slowly brought the ketchup stained finger to his own mouth, licking it up. 

But I guess you did.

Even though he was the one that pulled you into the closet, stealing breathy moans from your lungs as you kissed him like he was your only source of oxygen. 

Even if he did tell you he's always been obsessed with you. 

Even if he did send you memes and songs that reminded him of you.

Even if he did send you "Goodnight, beautiful." every night before he fell asleep. 

And you sat there on the picnic blanket waiting with enough food for two people for the date HE asked you out on only to leave you hanging instead, wondering where he was all afternoon. 

You made the mistake of calling his watch, only for a mystery woman's voice mixed with his, and sinful sounds to come out of it. 

You hung up with tears stinging your vision. 

No matter how perfect you tried to be or how diligent you were, how interesting or funny you thought you could be, how pretty you thought you looked, somehow every time you decided to lower your guard just a little bit, life swiftly humbled you and made you realize you should have never taken it down. 

You weren't good enough for Miguel and you weren't good enough for Ben. You're a silly girl who projects her unrealistic standards onto things that just don't happen in real life. 

Or maybe they just don't happen for you. 

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Miguel is checking on the baby ducklings by the pond at the Spider Society HQ gardens when he hear what sounds like soft crying coming from a little spot tucked between some trees. Curious, he follows it until he finds you down on your luck, stood up by a guy who wasn't worth your time. 

This tough guy act he had put up crumbles instantly when he sees tears flowing down your cheeks for the first time. There was no reason a lovely woman like you, who wouldn't hurt a fly, who worked her ass off, who was kind to others, 

who inhabited every single thought he had and kept him awake at night, should be crying like that. 

"You okay...?" He asks, ducking underneath a branch, sitting on the blanket with his feet off to the side so he doesn't spread any dirt on it. 

"Heh...no..." you answer weakly, occupying your hands by opening a canned Arnold Palmer and popping a cracker covered in the homemade spinach artichoke dip into your mouth. 

"¿Porqué?" (Why?) He leans forward on his elbows, patient cardinals peering at you waiting for your response. 

So, you explain to him how you started falling for this guy and he sent you all these signs that said he was falling for you too, only for the road to lead to a dead end and a broken down car of disappointment, catching him standing you up to go mess around with some other girl instead. 

Miguel silently seethes on your behalf, not loving hearing how wrapped around this guy's finger you were but happy to sit and listen if that's what you needed to feel better. 

When you tell him it was Ben, he already has a little something planned for him, hoping that HR won't catch up to him for switching Ben's assignment to Earth-67. (A dimension with a notoriously annoying reputation among spider society with ungrateful and sassy inhabitants. That should do the trick.) 

Besides he's the boss. Rules can bend if he wants them to. And he normally would never do this but he'd just about do anything for you. 

".....I even made club sandwiches." You sigh at the end of your rant, gesturing to the stacked sandwiches in their matching containers with cute little puns written on them. 

Miguel feels his mouth salivate at the buffet you got there. But that was the least of his concerns. He's here to cheer you up, not steal your food. 

But, I mean, there's no way you can eat all of this by yourself, right?

His stomach makes a lengthy announcement to both of you that he hasn't eaten in 12 hours, much to his embarrassment. 

With a smile, you shyly ask him if he wants to help you out here, since you'd hate for all this food to go to waste. 

That's what lead to you both munching happily, the sun sinking lower in the sky but you both paid no mind, thoroughly enjoying the other's company. 

That old little crush of yours started to set alight once again while his just fanned into an all out wildfire. Never guessing that actually spending some time alone together would go so well or that you'd wind up speaking like you've known each other for years. 

"What is the perfect job for a spider?" He asks.

"Mmm, I give up."

"A web developer." 

"Hah...uh...yeah... that one's honestly terrible." You shake your head, realizing your sense of humor really has gone downhill in recent years if that's the best one you could find. 

He rolls up the sticky note, tossing it into the garbage bag of shame. "Total squander of his talents if you ask me."

Your turn, "Why was the spider so smart?" You barely wait five seconds before you answer your own joke. 

"He spends all his time on the world wide web!" 

"Lies." Miguel says with a chomp of his sandwich. 

"What do you mean?!"

"Utter lies. I know anyone who spends more than an hour online daily is not the brightest." He smirks as he pops another spinach artichoke dipped chip in his mouth. 

"Coming from the guy with over 6 surveillance monitors he watches every day from 9-5!"

"I work from 5-8 but that's besides the point."

You suddenly feel brave, after spending over two hours letting him cheer you up, deciding to put your comfort with him to the test. 

"Well, you think you could shave off a couple hours for me so we can do this again next week?"

He looks at you like you're the answer to his prayers. 

Yes, yes absolutely he could.

--- 

And so it became weekly. Then it became daily. Until you no longer needed a picnic basket.

Both sandwiches in complimenting lunch bags side by side in your shared refrigerator of your shared home together. 

He smiles down at you while you sleep, knowing he slipped you an extra dessert in yours that he thinks you'll really like, closing his eyes to savor the final 3 minutes you have side by side before you both need to get up and shower for work. 

----

🫶🏽

@1-900-venusluvs @thatone-writer

[n0tamused]

hi!! i saw that your requests are open so i just wanted to ask if you could write fluffy relationship headcanons of mortefi and aalto with a gn!reader in mind? these two are just so lajdxhanflvksjahsbxjs i really like them a lot <3 (which is why mortefi pls come home pspspspsspsps)

also, i really love your writing!! it induces serotonin and dopamine in me bc 1) characters feel really accurate, 2) the flow and how you write each scene is so smooth and beautifully descriptive, and 3) dialogue feels realistic and natural!! anyways, have a good day!!

A/N: First Aalto request-! Your wish is my command, anon! And thank you so much for your sweet words, they really made my day and reassured me with my writing :) I do hope this can make you happy too, enjoy! <3 And you have a good day too!<3

Aalto:

-Let me say this first- this man has energy for both of you and Encore, he is extroverted so you can rest assured that if you’re not in the mood for much talking that he has you covered. Don’t want to talk to someone? He is talking for you. Don’t feel like running to the store to buy something? He is already getting his boots on. 

-Despite having the energy of being too open, discretion flows through his blood and he would never say anything you wouldn’t like him saying to anyone else. You could say you pushed someone down the stairs and he’d be sitting opposite of you like “oh! okay!” and then pretends he never heard of it

-On the topic of that, if you ever need any information, he is your man to turn to, and all information may be yours for the discounted price of 3 kisses, maybe more if he’s feeling cheeky.

-Loves teasing you and getting into playful banter, it’s the sweetest thing to him. Playful insults too, but if you pretend to be hurt, he comes up to you to “kiss the hurt away” and he just babies you until you break character. If he, by accident, really does hit a nerve he drops the play and apologizes quickly, and would probably feel bad about it for longer than he’d let on, but you’d know by the abundance of gifts and the fact he wants to do about everything for you 

-He also loves to get a little rough,  nothing serious but along with the verbal banter he likes a little bit of a tussle. Interlacing your fingers and pushing and pulling, laughing along with you until one of you loses your balance or yields. Loves to playfight with you in bed too, before you two go to sleep until he traps you in an embrace that you’ll have to fall asleep in

-He can be a pretty hard sleeper, so good luck trying to get out of his hold. He can be easy to wake, he has a sixth sense for danger too

-Despite his big and extroverted demeanor, sometimes he wishes for nothing more but an evening of silence with his head in your lap, sighing softly as you card your fingers through his hair, smiling if you decide to kiss his forehead

-Encore is your big bonding point. She comes with Aalto like a bonus package, and as chaotic as she can be she is really sweet and loves whoever uncle Aalto trusts enough to be his partner

-Sometimes she stays over, and a lot of times you can see her indulge in making little trinkets, some of them which are for you, some for others

-Even at her young age she has lots of stories to share, and her and Aalto make one hell of a story-teller duo

-Aalto does need to go out to business a lot, and sometimes it takes him days to get what he was sent out to do, and in all that time he misses his home (you) greatly

-He can’t guarantee to send you letters in this time period, as even a small mistake can mean doom of his mission, but he does promise to try, if only to lessen your own worries

Mortefi:

-A relationship Mortefi isn’t difficult, and it can be classified as quite the low maintenance. This does not mean he doesn’t love you or give you your due attention and love, it’s just that both of you are busy with your work and separate lives. You two just seem to never lose that spark no matter how much time you spend apart

-He never liked the idea of combining his love life and work life together into one big mess, he knows it carries its own risks and distractions, and in his field of science that is dangerous. And with this his time management between work and you is impeccable 

-He is there for you when you need him, and his love language is mainly acts of service.

-Words aren’t his forte and he can find it difficult to express his love, he still tries. Perhaps not with his own lips, but he looks for symphonies of his feelings in other songs and melodies before he shows you the one that encapsulates all he feels towards you

-He is the sort of person to send you random article links, be it about something aimed to improve your health, or links to poems or songs. Just drops them or hoards them in your chats..

-Mortefi is a bit sensitive to smells, he really doesn’t like strong odors unless it's those antiseptic chemicals that keep his lab sparkly clean. So he doesn't wear any strong colognes either. It’s the softer smells he wears, musky with woody accents mmmm

-He is a clean freak and can get a bit snappy if he finds his lab messy due to some subordinate’s negligence or if he doesn’t have time to tidy up his home

-He starts huffing and puffing like a mother hen as he stomps around throwing everything into place, tucking every corner back into its place meticulously

-He cleans his own things, and a lot of times goes to tidy your own things since he’s already at it, and really doesn’t like seeing any sort of mess, small or big

-Does gently remind you to pick up after yourself, whether you’re with him and even more so if you’re not with him

-He is an organized hoarder. He has a whole shelf for his little things, some he made and some he got or found while on field expeditions. He is more than happy to tell you about them if you’re curious about their origins or purpose

-He can sometimes spend a lot of time in the office in his home, working on little projects for the kids that would visit the lab soon, and other time he also spends working on gifts for you

-One of the ways he shows his love to you, besides little practical devices, utility belts and multi purpose watches and compasses, is to make you deserts.

-Sweet treats are his specialty but if you he hears you are craving something savory he does know a few recipes that might be to your liking

-Knows how to whip up a bomb medicinal soup btw, that thing can regrow your limbs I’m sure

-Loves to kiss your nape a lot. Especially in those quiet moments when you’re doing something at home and he just comes up behind you, kissing your nape gently and inhaling your scent

-Loves to kiss your head too. It’s just so practical but also shows how tender he can be, how careful and tender his love is. If you’re hugging him he just turns his head and plants his lips to your temple or the top of your head, sometimes he’d lean in and whisper something sweet to you too

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[phantlvs]

Dabi / Touya Todoroki | Brother of Mine

Phantom Notes | PLATONIC, more fem!reader, visiting Dabi in hospital, Dabi survived, Todoroki reader, reader is younger than Shoto, just roll with stuff that doesn’t necessarily make sense, I’m not at all caught up in mha

Fuyumi sighed, watching you, “Please, be careful..” Her voice was soft. She wasn’t planning to stop you. She knew she couldn’t. You were stubborn. A trait almost all of her sibling had.

You looked over your shoulder at her, a soft smile reaching your lips after a moment when you turned to look at her, “Don’t worry, Yumi. I’ll be fine.” You told her.

Fuyumi sighed again, reaching out to grab your hand when you offered it to her. You held her hand for a moment before letting it slip out of her grip and exiting the home that was never truly a home.

Fuyumi was the only thing that made it a home for you.

Fuyumi was the only sense of stability you had.

Your mother was in the mental hospital for a majority of your life before of Endeavor. Shoto was always training with him. You’d see him crying a lot. And honestly, you were jealous when UA implemented dorms. He was able to get out.

But you were only a year younger than him. Too young to go to UA yet.

You looked at your phone when it buzzed.

> Yumi (7:23 am): Be. Careful.

You rolled your eyes, putting your phone away and looking across from you where you sat on the bus.

“Mama,” a little girl pulled on her mother’s sleeve, “Mama.”

“What?” Her mother looked down at the girl.

“Want ice cream.” The little girl told her.

The mother looked down at her for a moment before a soft smile came to her face, “Alright. We can get some ice cream.”

You watched the two. You hated moments like these. Moments when your attention would move to fathers and/or mother with their children. Fathers and mothers who loved their kids. Who would do anything for them.

Mothers who weren’t abused. Fathers who weren’t abusers.

You were jealous. Even if you wanted to deny it, you couldn’t.

The bus came to a stop. You stood from your seat, staying a moment to help an elderly woman just getting on sit down where you had sat.

You looked up at the hospital. No doubt bustling inside.

“Hello,” the woman greeted you.

“Hi.” You gave her a soft smile.

“Will you be visiting today?” She asked, clicking a few buttons on the computer before moving to grab a piece of paper and a clip board.

“Yeah, I will.” You told her, taking the clipboard and pen out of her hand.

“That’s nice,” she smiled. She looked sweet. “What’s your name and who will you be visiting?”

“My name is Y/n Todoroki, and. Um..” You hesitated for a moment. You had never said his name before. “I’ll be visiting Touya.. Todoroki..” Hour voice was soft. But she heard it.

You knew she did. Her eyes widened and lips fell agape as she stared at you. “Alright just.. Fill out the paper there.” She told you, trying to keep the shock off of her face. She was unsuccessful.

You nodded, moving over in case anyone else were to come in.

You scribbled down your name, your age, your quirk. And you paused over name of who your visiting and their information.

‘How do I know him?’ You said your yourself in your head. It was a checklist. You could check off how you knew them.

⬜️ Father

⬜️ Mother

⬜️ Brother

⬜️ Sister

⬜️ Friend

⬜️ Other

Your hand froze over the ‘brother.’ Could you even call him that? You were born after he ‘died.’ You never knew him apart from any story Fuyumi told you. Natsuo would avoid the topic any chance he got.

You scribbled in the box, handing the paper over to the woman at the desk.

“Okay, um..” she looked over the paper. “5th floor, room 538.” She told you, giving you a glance.

“Okay, thank you.” You told her, giving a soft smile she reciprocated before you moved to walk away.

You stood quietly in the elevator, clicking buttons people who would get on asked for.

“Papa,” your gaze moved to the little boy holding on to his father’s hand. His father hummed. “Will mama be okay?” Your heart practically broke as you listened silently.

“Yeah..” The father responded after a moment, “She’ll be fine..” His voice was quiet, as if he was trying to convince himself too.

The ding of the elevator set off. You looked up to see what floor it was. 5.

You felt a pit of anxiety grow in your stomach. Like a weed in a garden. You let out a soft breath as you moved forward, exiting the elevator.

The floor was quiet for the most part. You listened to the sound of your shoes as you walked. Looking into some rooms as you passed.

503.

504.

You looked down at the floor.

515.

516.

517.

518.

You let out a shaky breath, looking at your feet again.

528.

529.

530.

You flexed your hands. Clenching them and unclenching them. Popping your fingers.

536.

537.

538.

You froze in front of the room. Staring at the number. Your heart was beating fast in your chest. The door was cracked open, but not enough you could see anything or anyone.

You shuffled a foot moved, going to knock on the door but hesitating.

You shook your head gently. Trying to shake out your nerves which didn’t work.

Your fist settled on the door a few times in a soft knock. At least just trying to make anyone aware you were about to come in.

You pushed the door open gently and slowly. Almost cautiously. Almost fearfully.

You peeked in when you could see more, you saw him in bed.

You could tell how much pain he was in.

His eyes were just barely open. His gaze settled over at the door.

You pushed the door open a bit farther, moving just a bit into the room so he could see you a bit better and you could see him a bit better.

He stared.

You averted your gaze to the floor.

“Who in the hell are you?” His voice was hoarse.

“I..” you looked up at him quickly, almost startled. “I’m um..” you let out a soft breath. “Y/n Todoroki.”

You almost saw what you assumed might be shock.

“I um..” you weren’t sure what to say. You probably planned out some like.. speech or something.

“Well you’ve grown up.” His voice broke your thoughts.

“What..?” You asked softly.

“You’ve grown.” He said, voice quieter.

You moved out of the doorway and a little farther into the hospital room.

“You look like mom.” He said abruptly.

You paused, staring at him for a moment.

In truth, you looked a lot like Fuyumi too. But the red in your hair was more scattered around, at your roots, the middle, and the tips.

You inherited your mom’s gray eyes too.

“You think..?” You asked softly. Almost awkwardly. You fidgeted with your hands at your front.

“Yeah..” He spoke, his gaze traveling over your face. “Especially the eyes.”

You looked down at your hands for a quick moment.

“You can see your emotions in your eyes.” He said, “Just like mom.”

You moved to grab a chair, moving it closer to the side of his bed before you sat down.

“How..” you looked at him. “How is she?” He asked, voice still hoarse. You stared at him for a moment.

“She’s.. She’s well.” You told him with a curt nod. “She was finally released from the Psychiatric ward. Just a little while before..” You paused.

“The war.” He finished your sentence.

“Yeah..” Your voice was quiet.

A silence fell over the room. One that wasn’t so uncomfortable, but very awkward for you.

“Why are you here?” He asked bluntly.

“I..” you looked at him. “I just..” you looked down for a moment. You took in a breath, calming yourself down.

You were alone a lot. Being the youngest in the Todoroki family was undoubtedly hard. Not as hard as being any of the oldest, but..

You were pushed to the side. Endeavor had gotten the quirk he wanted out of Shoto and he put all of his attention and time and effort into Shoto. He didn’t care about you.

Natsuo was always trying to get away from the house. Rei was in the Psychiatric Ward a majority of your life.

Fuyumi was all you had. She took it upon herself to raise you.

“I’m in your debt Fuyumi,” you told your older sister.

“Huh!” She looked at you, almost startled. “What! Don’t even say that!”

“You raised me, that wasn’t your job, Yumi.” You told her, “therefore, I am in your debt!”

“I was just worried about you.” You finally said.

“Worried..?” He repeated, looking over at you. “You don’t know me.”

“I’m sorry for what Endeavor did..” You told him abruptly, looking down.

“Don’t apologize for that asshole,” he told you.

“I’m not apologizing for him,” you said. “I’m apologizing for what you had to go through.”

He was at a loss for words as he stared at you. You were stubborn. It was so easy to tell.

You were stubborn like him and Natsuo.

But the care in your eyes.. that was undoubtedly like Fuyumi’s.

That’s a dangerous combination. The stubbornness of him and Natsuo and the caring kindness of Fuyumi.

He let out a huff. “What’s your quirk?”

“Scalding Frost.” You told him, “I can create a frost like mom’s, but it’s all incredibly hot so the frost melts almost instantly. But I can control the hot water once it melts.”

“Hm..” he hummed.

You sat in the quiet for awhile. You staring down at your fidgeting hands, him stuck in his thoughts while staring at the plain ceiling.

You looked Rei. You had her eyes you could see every emotion in. You could see all the care, all the worry.

He saw it immediately when you had peeked into the hospital room.

“You give Endeavor hell?” He asked abruptly.

“Huh?” You looked at him before getting what he meant, “Oh!” You practically lit up. “Mhm, mhm,” you hummed while nodding your head. “I can’t give him hell like Natsuo or Shoto. But I give him the cold shoulder a lot!”

“Heh,” a lazy smirk of amusement came reached his lips, “good.”

Your eyes widened slightly. He looked. Almost proud.. Proud that you would give your so called father the cold shoulder.

Your heart warmed.

He was.. Proud. Proud of you. You..

“I should probably get going!” You stood up abruptly.

He looked at you.

“I’ll try to visit again tomorrow,” you promised, looking at him.

“Don’t worry about it.” You waved you off.

“No,” He looked at you, “I’m going to visit again tomorrow!” You told him stubbornly. “I just have training, but I’ll visit after that!”

@phantlvs

[pretty--in--purple]

does anyone want to hear the worst iwtv thought i've ever had? spoilers

so yknow how there's been a load of hints this season (and some last season) that claudia won't be killed by sunlight like she was in the book, but will die in a fire? i can't recall every instance right now, but in ep 4 there was her talk w santiago and daniel's question about the theatre, both of which could just be hinting at the fire in general, or could be suggesting that claudia dies in the theatre fire. there's loads more examples that someone else collated, but i can't find that right now. considering armand and louis are together in the present, it seems unlikely louis knows armand killed claudia, so if she died accidentally (or "accidentally") it would make sense for them to possibly have trauma bonded or just stayed together, rather than being torn apart the way they were in the book. again, could just be coincidence, or could be foreshadowing.

but i was watching ep 4 today in the scene where claudia confronts louis about armand and i found myself offhandedly thinking that the embers from louis' photographs were going everywhere, and they could start a fire.

then i stopped fucking DEAD.

because this episode sure focused a lot on the fact that louis is learning to control fire, huh? weird, since it's not a skill we see him use in present day. also showed he's not totally in control of it, and that he gets emotional and sets things on fire. so of course my brain jumped to the worst possible conclusion: what if louis set the theatre on fire and it killed claudia?

now, it's totally possible that, as in the book, louis just sets the theatre on fire in response to claudia's death. but before i could snuff out the terrible thought, another one followed: if he did, does he know?

because to me, there are four options. 1: he didn't kill her and he knows it. boring, basic, as per. 2: he killed her and he doesn't know. armand has mind-wipe powers that he's clearly used on louis, and it seems pretty in-character for him to hide this from louis. it would be absolutely devastating as a reveal and i KNOW jacob would kill me by acting it. 3: he killed her and he knows. this would be so INTERESTING!!! like retroactively making it canon that louis killed his daughter/sister/best friend and has been dealing with that for the last seventy-five years has INSANE implications and that would destroy me. 4, and possibly the most awful: he didn't kill her but armand made him think he did. this would explain the way louis in the present is significantly more under armand's thumb when daniel arrives compared to their 40s relationship, and why louis is so fucked in the head. it is so fucking juicy i want to rip into it with my teeth like a ripe mango.

anyway, very possible none of this will turn out to be right, but it was such an arresting thought in the moment that i felt pressed to share it.

[sobasluuurp]

Ok. About Tenko.

I understand why so many people are angry that he's dead. I really do. I would've loved for him to live as well. I cried when he died.

However.

Just because he's dead doesn't mean his character has been handled poorly. In fact, all things considered, this ending (even though it makes me real fucking sad) makes the most sense for both his character and his story. Let me explain.

First and foremost, there's the matter of Shigaraki's characterization and arc. It goes without saying, but he's an angry, used, and abused child who grew up into an adult who wants nothing more than for everything to end. His goals have always been destructive to an extreme and honestly, the logical end to "let's destroy it all" is LITERALLY everything, including himself. He's also had absolutely zero agency since the moment his parents even thought of conceiving him, and has been struggling to become his own person since the beginning of his arc. He, against his abuser, who covets immortality and eternity.

What better a way for a person such as himself to assert his agency is there than to go out the way he did? To shift his focus away from the faceless masses and to the (similarly faceless, lol) abuser who caused his pain in the first place? To destroy the control AFO has held over him and prove to him that he was always his own person? To say, this is who you molded me into. And because I am who I am, I will now kill you, and take myself down with you, and be glad for it.

(and in the process, destroy the worldview AFO showed us in the Star and Stripe arc, that the ones who survive are the victors. AFO has completely and eternally lost, but Shigaraki is victorious to his last.)

It's his first moment of complete agency in his life -- acting entirely against anyone else's wishes for himself or his actions. And he uses it to do the one thing he's been itching for his whole life -- to destroy the source of his pain.

It's a negative character arc, in a way. It's not what any of us would've wanted for him. In a perfect world, he would be able to recover and readjust, building a life for himself and his found family in peace. He'd be able to experience life fully for the first time, and see that the world is not so bleak after all.

(I'm choking up just thinking about what's been lost. It's a fucking tragedy.)

But not every character arc gets to end happily. Sometimes people do slip through the cracks. That's always been what Shigaraki's character is about.

....and what every other member of the League's characters have been about.

Because here's the thing. The story of Shigaraki's life and death would be incomplete without his relationship to his found family. He's their leader. Their symbol. Their All Might.

Shigaraki's death is not the grimdark, fuck-the-audience, senseless kind of tragedy. He is a martyr, yes, but the people he stood for will in all likelihood survive. He died for the League. His life -- his existence -- brought them together, gave them purpose, and showed them a bright future. It is my steadfast belief that he will be the only death among the main villains. Because this is a story about saving to win, after all. And given that My Hero doesn't like to kill characters off too often and each one of them still has a path to recovery, I think it's a safe assumption to make. Especially since (especially in Toya's and Toga's cases) each of them had a moment of reconciliation at the end of their fights -- the kind of thing that can help them move forward.

And to be honest, we've known for a very, very long time that BNHA is the kind of anime that likes to turn old cliches on their heads. Kacchan did not become a villain during Kamino. La Brava's literal power of love was not enough to win the battle. Deku fought tirelessly to talk-no-jutsu Shigaraki into redemption, and while he did get through to him, he still couldn't save him after everything that happened. It's nuanced and messy in a way that I've come to expect from BNHA.

So yea, Shigaraki died. But Shigaraki also lived. Despite everything that AFO and Kotoro wanted from him (despite the fact that he was never meant to really be alive in the first place), he lived on his own terms and fought so that the people he cared about would be seen. Because he lived, the old world was destroyed, and from his ashes, a better one can be built. He achieved everything that no one thought he could, and reclaimed his life in the process. What better ending could you ask for a tragic character?

[vermilionsun]

may i have headcanons about vere with a fox mc pls 😔🤲🤲 i had a vision of him being kinda more at ease with them or like biting their ears as a joke if they are close enough

your writing is so scrumptious

OMG Y E S and thank you so much 😭😭

Disclaimer! They/them for MC because we love inclusivity!

✦ Background

Vere is at least a hundred years old but he’s also a divine being. With that said, let's put the MC at their in–game age.

✦ First meeting

During their first encounter in the Amaryllis District, the MC would immediately sense Vere's presence, which might have prevented the cunning Monster from snatching their key (30/70). Since they are both foxian, it would make Vere's ego slightly defloat from being unable to catch the MC off—guard like in the demo.

✦ Slowly but surely, a familiarity began to develop between the two. The MC found themselves drawn to Vere's mysterious aura and sharp wit, while Vere was intrigued by the MC's resilience and quick thinking. As they spent more time together, Vere's competitive nature softened and the MC's guard came down. They started to understand each other's strengths and weaknesses, forming a… unique bond that neither of them (nor anyone else in Eridia) could have anticipated. 

✦ Abilities

The MC's heightened senses allowed them to anticipate Vere's movements and stay one step ahead and away. Vere, on the other hand, was impressed by the MC's quick reflexes and agility.

✦ Smell

It played a significant role in their interactions, as the MC's keen sense of smell picked up on Vere's subtle shifts in emotions, while Vere's own ability to discern scents helped them understand the MC's mood without the need for words. (The MC understood now how bad Leander's after-shave situation was.)

✦ Ears

Since younger foxes get easily overstimulated by loud noises, Vere made sure to speak softly and avoid sudden sounds around MC. Vere's trained ears allowed him to pick up on subtle sounds that could potentially trigger MC's sensory overload.

Additionally, the MC noticed how Vere's ears would subtly twitch when he was deep in thought, providing a visual cue to his inner workings. 

✦ ✨Chomp✨

It's a calm morning; the sun rises slowly over the horizon, the birds chirp softly, and a light breeze rustles through the trees.

The MC wakes up to a small tinge of pain in their ear. They try to shake off the discomfort, but it persists, causing them to wonder if they might have slept on it wrong. As they reach up to touch their ear, they feel a pair of fangs… and a mouth… and a nose…

A familiar scent fills their nose.

It's Vere. Vere is biting their ear with a grin.

"…WHAT the FUCK are you doing here?"

Vere chuckles mischievously, "Just thought I'd drop by for a little wake-up call."

The MC groans. Then Vere bites them again. MC pushes Vere away, rubbing their throbbing ear.

"I can't believe you snuck into my room just to bite my ear," they mutter, feeling a mix of annoyance and amusement.

Vere just laughs, clearly finding it hilarious. "You know you love it," Vere teases, flashing a playful smile.

The MC just looks at him before biting his ear.

"OW YOU-"

✦ Habits

The MC found themselves studying Vere's habits, trying to piece together the puzzle of who he really was beneath the calm exterior. The swaying of his tail when irritated, the way he meticulously soothed the fur on his tail after a stressful encounter, and the slight tilt of his head when listening intently.

The MC would perhaps imitate some of Vere's habits, and the other way around, finding solace in each other's quirks and idiosyncrasies.

✦ Play fight

The playful banter between the MC and Vere often escalates into mock fights, with each trying to outwit the other. It's a way for them to release pent-up tension; their movements fluid and coordinated as they danced around each other in a playful display of strength.

This includes scratching, biting, shoving, and even some light wrestling.

Despite the roughhousing, there is always an underlying sense of trust that they won't kill each other… right?

✦ Nuzzling

One habit that particularly intrigued Vere was the way the MC would nuzzle their cheek against his hand when seeking comfort. It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes about how far the two had come. Vere found himself reciprocating the gesture, soon cuddling up next to the MC whenever he needed a moment of calm. Vere's warm breath against the MC's skin, the gentle nuzzling of their noses together, their tails wrapping around each other.

✦ Tale–care

Vere is very particular about his tail-care. He would spend hours grooming and preening his luxurious tail, making sure every strand was in place and shining brightly. The MC, on the other hand, was more laid-back when it came to their own tail-care routine. Vere would often tease them about their lack of attention to detail, but the MC would just laugh it off and carry on with their day.

Until one day, Vere's self-restraint broke, and he offered to help the MC with their tail-care routine, the "proper way," as he called it. The two spent hours together, Vere teaching the MC how to properly care for their tail, demonstrating his meticulous techniques, and explaining the importance of maintaining a healthy, groomed, nice-smelling tail. That was also the one and only time Vere brushed their tail for them, and never again.

✦ Hunting and Food

Foxes eat at least half their weight a day. Depending on how carnivorous the MC feels; they might join Vere in a hunt. They had never considered themselves to be violent or predatory, but there was something primal and exhilarating about the thought of stalking prey alongside someone as skilled as Vere. 

In the end, food ended up becoming a common ground for the two, with Vere introducing the MC to exotic dishes from different regions of Eridia. The MC, in turn, shared their favorite comfort foods and recipes from their own homeland. (Did Vere eat any of it? Well…)

✦ Hair hair HAIR

Grooming became another shared interest between them, with Vere insisting on helping the MC style their hair to match their unique foxian features. 

✦ Double trouble

Chaos follows them like a shadow. Eridia is barely able to handle one of them alongside all the other messed up divine-ish murderous beings—imagine having two… A pure whirlwind of confusion and mayhem is left in their wake. Their partnership becomes a force to be reckoned with. T̶h̶e̶ S̶e̶n̶o̶b̶i̶u̶m̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ h̶u̶n̶t̶ a̶n̶d̶ k̶i̶l̶l̶ t̶h̶e̶ w̶e̶a̶k̶e̶s̶t̶ o̶f̶ t̶h̶e̶ t̶w̶o̶, f̶o̶r̶c̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶e̶ o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ t̶o̶ w̶e̶a̶r̶ t̶h̶e̶ c̶o̶l̶l̶a̶r̶ a̶n̶d̶ c̶o̶n̶t̶i̶n̶u̶e̶ t̶h̶e̶ a̶s̶s̶a̶s̶s̶i̶n̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶s̶.

[alexvolleyball]

You're beautiful!

their reaction to you telling them "you're beautiful."

ft: Shinobu Kocho, Giyuu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Akaza, Muichiro Tokito, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Nakime, Douma, Obanai Iguro

war: fem!Y/n; lgbt with girls; hints of 18+

gn: flaff; swearing and 18+ content

a/n: English is not my first language! If you don't like something, don't read it;)

wr: 1,6k

Shinobu Kocho

This girl is amazing! You've always been impressed with her knowledge and skills. And God, she's so damn beautiful. So much so that just looking at her makes you go down on your knees. Right now you're kissing her shapely and lovely legs.

“Oh, honey, you're gonna eat me,” the girl narrowed her eyes and grinned at you. Oh, her beautiful eyes.

“You're so beautiful,” you continued the path of kisses from her ankle to her hip. When you pulled away from her beautiful body, you looked at her. “You're so damn beautiful. Honestly, you're driving me crazy.” Shinobu could have sworn that if it wasn't for the table she was sitting on, her legs would have gone under and she would have fallen.

“You too, sweetheart.” Stroking your head, she smiled sweetly.

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Giyuu Tomioka

When you agreed to go out with him, he didn't believe it. He thought he was dreaming. Because you're so sweet and pretty, and he's just a Giyuu. Your touch is so gentle and airy. They are like butterfly wings tickling him. You ran your hand along his jawline, leaving an almost imperceptible kiss there. “Beautiful,” you whispered right into his lips. “Your eyes, your hands, your arms, your back, your hair and even your smell. Your beauty drives me crazy. Giyuu,” you ran the tip of your nose along his neck. “Giyuu, oh, Giyuu,” you moved lower and kissed his collarbone. “Don't listen to anyone. They don't hate you. I love you!” You put your arms around his neck and looked languorously into his eyes. “No. I adore you, Tomioka Giyuu.” Your guy threw his head back and crashed into the tree he was leaning against. Your kisses on the back of his neck are just priceless. Good thing you're sitting down, or he would have fallen over from your words and actions.

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Mitsuri Kanroji

Many men tell her she is beautiful. But no matter how many men tell her that, she still doesn't believe them. So you, out of jealousy, decide to prove to her how beautiful she is. Settling down at her feet you began to lift her skirt, gently stroking her milky skin with your hands. Pulling down her panties, you penetrated her pussy with your long fingers. “Oh, you have such a beautiful voice, my angel.” You quickened your pace a bit adding a third finger. “Baby, you are so beautiful!”, her face contorted in bliss. Your words made her cum profusely. “Whoa. It was just my words that made you come, wasn't it, honey? But I'm not done yet. I'm gonna prove to you how beautiful you are.”

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Akaza

“You're beautiful, Akaza.” What? Did he just hear that? Did you just call that demon handsome? Demon? You must be crazy to throw around words like that. Your hands touched his face and started stroking his cheeks. Your actions made his heart beat faster. Akaza felt his cheeks flushed. Why are you so sweet? He had never experienced anything like this in his life.

“Do you realize you're saying that to a demon?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know that. You're beautiful to me. I don't care if you're demon or human, I just love you.” He's ready to kneel before you. To the man who was able to help him experience the feeling of love.

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Muichiro Tokito

He was lying leaning against a tree. The birdsong and the breeze soothed him and lulled him to sleep. Silence is the most precious thing there is. It means that there is nothing to portend trouble. Or...does. He sensed someone else's presence, but didn't let it show. He waited. Suddenly, a figure slowly began to approach from the bushes. It was definitely not a demon. It's daytime. Someone sat down next to him. A girl? She has a nice smell of flowers. The swordsman felt his hair being touched. The girl wrapped a lock of his hair around her finger and brought it to her lips. “Beautiful.” The girl let go of his hair and began to scrutinize his face. “I wonder if he has a girlfriend.” As you approached his lips you paused for a second and at that moment his eyes widened. “No, I don't have a girlfriend. Why did you stop?”, his empty minty eyes flashed with unkind fire. He pulled you to him by the back of your head and kissed you ever so softly. His dry lips and your moist but tempted lips made such an unusual contrast. “You should see things through to the end. Oh, by the way, from this day forward, you can consider yourself my girlfriend. I wanted you to be.”

Are all Hashiras this cocky or is he so one of a kind?

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Sanemi Shinazugawa

After practicing with this Hashira, you sat next to him on the porch of his estate and looked up at the clouds. Sanemi is so strong. He took you down several times in a row. You're no match for him. But hell, you couldn't concentrate in a fight because of his staring at his haori abs and his pumped up arms every second. Those scars made him more masculine and attractive. Even now, as he drank his tea, not paying attention to you, you were looking at his hands. Oh, I wish those hands were holding your neck while he fucked you rhythmically on his bed. “Beautiful.”

“What?” He looked at you obliquely, leaving his unfinished tea on the tray that lay between you. Oh, shit! You said that out loud?! You turned away, pretending that he had heard it. Sanemi stood up and walked over to you. He took you by the chin and turned you toward him. “Do you find me attractive? Hmm?” He put his thumb on your bottom lip, pressing it down so that you had to open your mouth; putting his fingers in your mouth Hashira watched you suck on them. “You want me to bend you over right here, right now?”Shinazugawa asked with a smirk. “Yeah, I really want your beautiful cock.” Oh, it sounds like your words made his cock rise.

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Zenitsu Agatsuma

His hysterical temper aside, he really was a very likable guy. You'd been sparring, and after you'd knocked him to the ground, you sat on his torso. “Not bad, handsome. I didn't think you'd last a second.” As it happens, you unknowingly slid down onto his thighs, causing his breathing to quicken. It was the first time you'd ever seen Zenitsu so quiet. He swears a little more and his dick will stand up. Shit. Okay, stop. You called him handsome?! Abruptly standing up because of what caused you to fall off of him he with stars in his eyes began to question you about it. “Beautiful?! You called me handsome?! That means we're getting married, right?!”

Still, Zenitsu is Zenitsu.

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Nakime

Oh, that silent demoness is attractive. Her hair is so unusual. She hooked you with it. You often sat with her and listened to her play her biva. Nakime plays so wonderfully! “Beautiful.” She looked at you and nodded silently. “Do you like my biva playing?”

“Not only that. I like you. I thought it might be...mutual?”

“It's mutual.” Before you could say a word, she carried you into the other room with one swipe of her hand across the biva. And yet she's sweetly embarrassed.

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Douma

You sat on his lap, resting your head on his shoulder. It was dark in the room, but even so you could see his beautiful rainbow eyes. You taught him love. You could tell from his eyes whether he was lying to you or not. “Douma, you're so beautiful,” you turned your head toward him and kissed his neck. “I love you. More than anything in the world. You are my world, Douma.” Your words made his cold heart pound faster. He certainly didn't deserve you. You're too nice. How could such a nice person choose him...a demon. Pulling you against him, he kissed your shoulder and nuzzled his nose into the curve of your neck. He closed his eyes and breathed in your scent, so native to him. “Thank you, my life.” He'll kill any swordsman or demon that does even the slightest bit of harm to you. Douma will protect you forever.

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Obanai Iguro

No one had ever seen him without bandages. You were very curious and while he was sleeping in the tree, you tried to quietly climb up to him. His snake noticed this and crawled over to you. It liked you, so it tried to help you. However, her help only hindered you. “Baby, you're getting in the way a little bit. Please stay out of the way.” You grabbed onto a branch, but it broke off and you started falling down. Kaburamaru didn't have time to do anything before you were caught. Turning your head, you met multicolored eyes. Oh shit, Obanai woke up. “What were you trying to do?” Hashira didn't seem to notice that his bandages had fallen off and now his face was revealed to you. Oh, it was scarred. I can see why he was hiding it. “You, so beautiful,” you ran your hand over his scar. Iguro twitched; he realized his face was exposed. When he let you go to the ground, he turned away and tried to cover his face with bandages, but you stopped him and turned him toward you. Pressing your lips to his, you deepened the kiss, pressing the back of his head against you. “Love you”, another kiss. “You're so beautiful,” you kissed his neck. “Wh-What are you doing? Stop it, someone might see us. Aah!” You bit his collarbone. “Iguru, I need you, please!” Swearing, he lifted you by your hips and quickly ran toward his manor. “Fine, if you want me to fuck you, I'll do it. Trust me, I'm not gonna finish one round.” He quickly stripped off your clothes and whistled. His eyes eagerly studied your body. “You're the most beautiful girl in the world. Don't give me compliments, because I can't compare to you.”

© 2024 do not reblog, copy or publish my work on other sources, or translate (without my permission) into other languages.

[yoztromo]

Sunday in 2.1 Analysis

Penacony spoilers, look at the one beforehand if you want

Aventurine is talking about using Robin as a bargaining chip to bring the family to the table, of course. Who else would that really lead other than Robin’s brother, the head of the family. He seems almost like he is wanting to make Sunday join out of the love of his sister, to hush it down for the goodness of Penacony and the Family.

When Aventurine and Ratio are talking in the bar we know that Ratio is able to talk to the Family, specifically the Oak family easily, though they were in distress. They were very easily able to get information and share it with Aventurine. That is also when we find out when Sunday wants to see Aventurine again, Aventurine already hating it before turning around and liking the idea.

Sunday's mansion/ dewlight pavilion is heavily guarded, barely letting anyone in and some not able to see it in their lifetime. I do think he is anxious and that it’s partly his OCD taking in with this, wanting to be secure but it could not be the only reason, probably only adding to it. It is also soon seen that they have too pass a trial to get to him, a security measure as well as makes sure they really want to see him.

Before seeing Sunday Aventurine believes Sunday is incapable of looking for his sister himself due to his status, meanwhile he already is already having the Astral express look into her, so he didn’t need another person to look. He knows what the IPC really wants and knows to stay clear of them, if not then to be wary of them. They both know it’s someone in the family causing all of this but they don’t know who, he knows that’s why the meeting is taking place. He believes it to be a negotiation, and going to use Robin’s death as a bargaining chip in this deal.

It is here where we finally meet Sunday in 2.1, with his line “It seems like my puzzles were too effortless for you, IPC ambassador.” It almost seemed like he wanted him not to succeed and to not have this interaction, but of course because of Aventurines smarts and mostly luck he got through. It sounds sour in a sense that he knows he has to talk to them but doesn’t want to. Sunday trusts Dr. Ratio so much in this scene, taking his word for everything and knowing he will sell him out[when he really won’t]. Dr. Ratio calls Aventurine trustful and after going through the trial Sunday is almost sure he is correct.

There is this string of text that I would like to make sure it known.

“But there’s one thing I must ask you - that is you used your wisdom at the wrong place to meet the wrong person and put yourself in a situation where you should be… witnessing a tragedy that shouldn’t have happened.” I want to make it known I think the ‘wrong person’ is sparkle.

Aventurine wants to trade the cornerstone in exchange of him helping him look for the murder, but Sunday seems hesitant. Sunday then goes on a rant of why, I do really want to point out these lines

“Mr. Aventurine, when you're out and about, do you always make adjustments to your appearance? Your tie should be on the center line, your shirt must not protrude from your vest, your trouser creases should be perfectly straight, and always aligned with the tips of your shoes.”

“Of course”

“But I don't, because it's not appropriate to do so in public - you should make sure everything is presentable and in order before leaving the house.”

We do know he has OCD, that he probably is criticizing him because of that, but the word order specifically stood out to me, knowing now that he is following the order. I’m probably looking into these sentences too much but they caught my attention.

Sunday doesn't want to take a risk, not handing over the Cornerstones to Aventurine, being polite and not wanting to turn him down twice before he shifts the topic. Quickly turning to the power of Xipe [Order] when Aventurine doesn't answer. The mood of the entire interaction shifts. He forces him to talk and answer questions.

He is manipulating Aventurine through the power of Xipe to tell the truth, quickly making him nervous and showing he is in control of the situation. Aventurine’s anxiety in the situation only gets heightened when he asks him more personal questions, about sigonia, his family, and what he wants to do to Penacony.

In the scene where Aventurine is unlocking the box and Sunday reveals the cornerstones they seem to both smile while Dr. Ratio turns away. Sunday is smiling, thinking he has him right where he wants them, while Dr. Ratio and Aventurine act that way cause they know they fooled Sunday. The ‘Aventurine Cornerstone’ actually being jade.

Sunday is talking to Dr. Ratio knows he hasn’t been enjoying Aventurine’s company because of his eyes everywhere. Trying to convince him to join and betray Aventurine. He tried to get Dr. Ratio on his side with the bribe of knowledge of the Stelleron, it ends up working yet this is what Aventurine and Dr. Ratio had planned for getting Aventurine’s whole plan.

Sunday then brings up the idea that the cornerstone of Aventurine might not truly be his, Dr. Ratio immediately turns this down. Sunday knows Aventurine is a gambler, and if he talks about the cornerstone too much he has more reason to think that it isn’t his. Knowing now that Sunday shares Aventurines thoughts, he insults him by saying to see a psychiatrist.

Dr. Ratio asks if he can open the box and show him, to confirm that it is as he had been able to see it beforehand before of his status in the ipc. Dr. Ratio told him that he was indeed correct, that the one inside of the box was not aventurines but Topaz’s, he never said that the cornerstone found in the bag was actually Jades. They knew Sunday might find out that his cornerstone wasn’t his, using jades as well to cover up his own. Fooling him and letting him fall under their trap while Sunday is none the wiser, thinking he is the one in control.

I think it’s interesting that Sunday knows what the Cornerstone is, I'm not sure if it’s said to everyone that every Stone heart has a cornerstone so I can’t say for certain if I should be surprised. As much as they do know, then again he doesn't know about them well enough that they are still powerful when they are smashed.

It is after when Sunday reveals he only has seventeen system hours left to live, that he effectively trapped Aventurine in the harmony. Sunday did Harmony's consecration [action of making or declaring something, usually religious and sacred], as he didn’t follow what they said and followed what he wanted he turned it into a trial.

Sunday tries to be nice, allowing him to take the trial to see if he succeeds. He gives him his two options to succeed and join into the harmony and be with his family [which he knows is a weakness for aventurine], or fail or suffer the wrath of the harmony and fall into an abyss of doom. The way for him to succeed is to either find out who the culprit and have it be the same or have more information that Sunday. Sunday knows this will be hard. Fighting the harmony, not a lot of allies, and Sunday already probably having a head start.

Sunday's line “Off you go, Mr. Aventurine. You are free. I will wait here for the good news.” Was so harsh and snarky, he [thinks] he has Aventurine right where he wants him, the cornerstones in his possession, and now the trial going underway with Sunday having an upper hand.

Foreshadowing to later Sunday Asks Aventurine just before he leaves. “Do… you truly want to destroy the world with your own hands.?”

When Aventurine and Sparkle are talking about the ‘mute.’ I would want to think it's a Sunday from the Harmony, although Aventurine said he has been on the right track since the beginning and glad to know he is still in penacony. It could also be the trailblazer or Dr. Ratio but I do not know for sure, I am saying my two cents. It is also weird that later on Aventurine calls the person a she when Sparkle calls them a He.

When we are talking with Gallagher he points out there are more Bloodhound members there than usual in Clockie theme park on the order of Sunday. It’s most definitely him preparing for what Aventurine has in store. As they have eventually left themselves as well as drove out the civilians.

We see Welt and Acheron in the mansion, we see them talking and seeing them notice and come to the conclusion after finding a note that someone must have sent out all the guards guarding the mansion.

In here we find objects: a note from Robin, a lightcone, and a list of death’s victims.

Robin wished to have seen Sunday but was worried she was going to bother him so she stayed away, she was also one of the very few to first realize that there was a traitor in the family and quickly. It makes me realize just how different Sunday and Robin are, or to think of why Sunday was chosen instead of Sunday. But it’s because Robin knows what she wants/wants to do while Sunday is easily swayed. But this is also when we find out that Sunday loves Sweetness! [or atleast used too]

For the list of victims we see a few of the hundred recorded victims of death, and is Sunday trying to match them together. He is trying to figure out why this is happening and what the pattern is if there is any.

The last one is the light cone Sunday and Robin and kids together as Robin is on the stage her brother made for her. Sunday cheering her on when her teacher doesn't feel like she can do it, he is her biggest supporter. They care for eachother so much omg.

On Sunday’ table there is two more papers, one being a list of possible suspects for the traitor and a letter from Alfalfa saying that he needs to stop letting his emotions get to him and think.

It’s in the letter we can see just how sensitive and emotional Sunday is, even if he doesn't show it. Alfalfa is telling him as an elder to keep his emotions in check for the greater of Penacony, that he and the Dreammaster are upset with his performance. It is also here we find he is Adopted by the Dreammaster, Sunday thinking it might have something to do with the Watchmaker but he tells him he is wrong. It couldn’t possibly be true because he has seen him himself.

We see Sunday come up to Welt and Acheron, upset at them and questioning them slightly on why they trespassed the mansion. Sunday soon seeing they have no bad will but not knowing they went through the document.

A line of Sunday’s I want to point out of foreshadowing. “However, I'll give you a suggestion regarding your suspicions, Mr. Yang. You should be more cautious of Aventurine... While the wicked can't break through high walls, they can plunge their evil dagger into the heart of the righteous.” The wicked is Aventurine, the walls the family, the righteous the astral express. Almost pretty much foreshadowing his fight with the Astral express.

Also the line after he said he went to the amusement park by himself. “You never know... what unexpected troubles could arise.” He is shady and knows exactly what Aventurine is going to do.

From the harmony inside of Aventurine we hear him talk about Sunday. How he is obsessed with control, that he has to give enough detail to supply his nature while also not to much till he gets suspicious.

We see Sunday with Gallagher for the least scene in 2.1, he is upset and suspicious at him about being the murderer, raising his voice at him. Gallagher is upset on Sunday for assuming he is as well as why him instead of Aventurine. He brings up his servants, the crows we see in important scenes with Aventurine and Sunday as well as one with Aventurine and Sparkle. They have seen him and know it’s not him. Sunday is sure it’s Gallagher, using Aventurine as an opportunity to get at him.

Gallagher mentions about the Dreammaster, that he wants him to ignore the murders and focus on the Charmony festival and he is correct, based on the note with Alfalfa. It’s here we find Gallagher has been using a body with a collage of different family clothings. [Im saying this for people who still think their related. his line “my brother” is from the family faction stand point, not an actual family]. Sunday is able to me film off some of family members who Gallagher is copying, it see,s as though he takes great care into memorizing people, even some small details.

It’s soon after that Sunday raises his voice, just all his emotions on the situation coming up at once and overflowing and bursting out into a yell and cursing him out. His voice was slightly raspy leading up to it as well, knowing just how much he cares for her and how angry he is over this.

Happy pride month everyone, shout of too the gays

[steifel]

Ok hear me out I haven't seen anyone else say this but here are some trans Johnny head canons

(Yes i know the outsiders takes place in 1967 and so none of this would happen but these are my HCs so shut up)

When Johnny came out to the gang nobody was surprised it just kind of made sense

Two bit had a lot of questions (he was very confused)

It took almost no time at all before he was just "Johnny". And they almost forgot that he wasn't always 'one of the boys'

Dally doesn't understand at all but he is super supportive of whoever Johnny wants to be

He tried to ask questions to understand but he noticed that it started to make Johnny uncomfortable so he dropped it (he doesn't need to understand to support)

Johnny and Dally are like that tik tok audio thats like "this is my friend Valentina she's an ally talk Valentina" "ally"

Two bit occasionally makes insensitive jokes it doesn't really bother Johnny anymore but it pisses Dally off

Dally has punched Two bit at least a couple times over these 'jokes'

"Gosh im sorry Johnny you know i didn't mean nothing by it". "I know Two bit". "dont let it fucking happen again it will be a hell of a lot worse"

Actually Dally has beat up quite a few people just for looking at johnny the wrong way

"Who the hell do you think your looking at.. Do you want to live?... Get the fuck owuta here man"

Johnny told Ponyboy first

He was crying because he was really scared to lose Pony

Pony was like "ok... Can we go to the movies now?

Ponyboy helped Johnny tell the rest of the gang and Johnny really appreciates having his friend there with him

Johnnys parents refuse to accept him which is a big reason for why they treat him the way they do

The whole gang hates them for it but especially Darry. He can't fathom something like that making him hate Ponyboy or Sodapop and they aren't even his kids

AN: i have more of these if anybody is interested. Also please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes i have real bad dyslexia 😊

[lovesickgoose]

Angel of Small Death

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Returning the gesture

[thirddoctor]

AINLEY!MASTER & DHAWAN!MASTER + parallels

But no, here we are, all still alive.

[crowskullls]

Thinking about Minute’s insane morals and how he doesn’t have a single genuinely bad bone in his body. He gets confused when he’s betrayed, he begs for explanations when people are cruel. He would rather make amends than hold onto grudges. He forgives and forgets. He teams with the same guy (Wemmbu) that’s betrayed him countless of times, and still trusts him anyways. Even if a bit reluctant at first. Even if he knows he’ll still end up betrayed.

Like this guy has PROBLEMS. He so morally… Good. He can stoop down to other people’s level, he can play dirty, he can be intimidating. He doesn’t really let himself get walked all over. But he’d MUCH rather just hang out and have peace. He gets upset when people are negative because he’s just SO optimistic. He always has to see the Good side of things, even when it’s a horrendous situation.

Even when he has reasons to be angry and upset and spiteful, he still chooses to hold his head high and STICK to his morals. He’s Stubborn. He tries so hard to see Why people are evil and hurtful, but he can’t personally understand. He needs to be the hero. He needs to save others. Because who else is going to do it? Who else has the resources, the strength, the backbone, the reputation? He gives items out to people with no expectation for reimbursement. He’s always saving other server members, even his enemies, from tricky situations.

He tries hard to remain all mysterious and brooding. He tries to seem calm and collected. But he wears his heart on his sleeve. You can hear every emotion in his voice, in the glint in his eyes. The way his smile upturns when he finds something amusing, or how his eyebrows furrow when he’s trying to piece something together. He’s an incredibly emotional guy, and he’s not good at hiding it. He’s notoriously a bad liar. He gives himself away every time he opens his mouth. It’s WHY he’s so genuine, so easy to trust.

It’s easy to get under his skin, but he still holds his ground. Because he has to. Because the world is cruel and brutal, and everyone is out to get him. Killing is second nature on most SMPs, especially on Lifesteal. But he can defend himself. Most other people can’t. He’s paranoid, and watches events from the sidelines (even if it annoys other players.) He always has extra food and fireworks to give out. Despite covering himself in dark colors, and hiding from large groups, he’s still looking out for others. He’s still the beacon of hope people need. He’s so annoyingly optimistic and cheerful that it’s sickening to most. He refuses to let himself become bitter and pessimistic.

Anyways bro thinks he’s Batman.

[haaam-guuuurl]

It occurred to me that this season's been a little different than the first years (especially Sophomore Year) because it seems like the Bad Kids aren't forming as many relationships to NPCs - not bringing them along on adventures or talking that much outside of getting information (at least not friendly NPCs, they're interacting with the Rat Grinders plenty) and then I noticed that in downtime, they've basically been ignoring rolling for the Relationships track. It's almost like being in a constantly stressful and results-focused environment really destroys your interpersonal relationships

[neuroticreno]

Big fan of your hc about Myron being a vault city citizen, do you wanna share more on it? No biggie if you don't wanna!

you have no idea the beast you have unleashed, anon.

ALRIGHT FAIR WARNING HERE it is. an extremely lengthy explanation and i've been meaning to share it here anyhow :] take this doodle of him as well for a little extra

As a preface, this headcanon is entirely for funsies (and autism). Some bits may seem like a stretch of the imagination, but it's fun to give him some kind of backstory, so take it all as you will.

I use dialogue from Myron's talking head segments, as well as the floating dialogue seen when Myron is in active combat (how canonical the combat dialogue is may be up for debate, but for the sake of this…essay? we'll say it's true).

To start, let us briefly examine Myron's character. Notably, the parts that relate most to this essay.

Myron is intelligent. To give him credit where credit is due, he is smart and thoroughly understands the subjects that he talks about. The people around him know this as well, and remark on it too (mostly at how wasted his potential is). He cares little for the well-being of others, especially slaves, whom he views as objects, and mutants are worth even less to him. He also has a very high opinion of himself, often referring to himself in the third person and boasting about his intellectual capabilities (calling himself a genius, a God, etc. etc).

So, we know he has not lived in New Reno for his entire life, only being there roughly a year or so. As he puts it, he came across the Mordino's way back when, so where was he before that? Just wandering the wastes? Or perhaps coming from another settlement?

Myron, compared to any other companion in the game, mentions Vault City quite a bit. Even more than John Cassidy, who has been tending to a bar outside the Vault City walls for a presumably long time. Though he shares the same distaste that many others do for the city, he also possesses what feels like insider's knowledge that the average wastelander would not have.

A lot of this knowledge presents itself when Myron's intelligence is threatened. If the Chosen One is smart enough, they can engage in a dialogue with Myron and demonstrate to him just how much they know about Jet and its chemical compounds. He will snip at the Chosen One for asking too many questions and interrogate them, asking where they learned all of this stuff anyway. Their understanding of pharmaceuticals is on a similar level to his own, which he may take as them learning it from the same place. Makes sense, considering during combat, Myron will mention he has not been in a fight since the fifth grade. Nowhere else in the game beyond a stray tombstone in Golgotha is any school mentioned or found. One can assume that Vault City would be the only settlement nearby with an established education system, thus reinforcing his belief.

Should the Chosen One pry him about a cure for Jet and suggest endorphin blockers, when asked where they could find such a thing, Myron will suggest Vault City first. He explains they have a 'pretty good' medical warehouse, and laughs when they want to try it as an option, saying they would have more luck getting a radscorpion to part with its tail than getting Vault City to give up anything. The city is widely known for its medical advancements, but Myron could have more of an idea of just how extensive their medical know-how is, having experienced it firsthand. Myron also proclaims that he is a 'natural', 'self-taught', and possesses 'none of that bullshit Vault City 'purer-than-thou' 'tude', which is funny since he spouts off his own 'purer-than-thou' 'tude every time he opens his mouth. Of course, he may have some level of natural intellect, but the rest of it likely stems from an education.

He also remarks that the citizens are a 'Buncha "genetically pure" humans. They got their noses so high in the air they'll drown when it rains'. Again, pretty humorous regarding his own high-and-mighty sense of self.

We can look at his propensity to look down upon slaves/servants. In Vault City, slaves are integrated enough into society to call for a Servant Allocation Center. Where citizens regard them with little to no respect, Myron, having grown up in Vault City, likely followed that ideology, too. The city's negative view of mutants could also explain his own distaste for them.

Myron also makes a lot of Dungeons and Dragons references, which is really just a funny haha 90s pop culture thing at the end of it, but it is fun to imagine that, at some point, he might have had his own little group when he was younger. This bit is just speculation for the sake of entertainment.

All of this raises more questions though; why did he leave? How did he leave? And how did he make it to New Reno without dying on the way there?

As for why he left, we know that Myron does not appreciate being hindered or being told what to do. Working for the Mordino's, he will complain that they only want him to focus on Jet when he wants to make new drugs instead. He complains as well about the lack of respect, so he could have left Vault City for similar reasons. Perhaps his talents were recognized, and he was allowed to experiment more in the field of chemistry. However, Myron could have found Vault City's restrictions less than ideal, giving him the incentive to leave and find somewhere with more creative freedom (he can leave New Reno for the same reasons, anyhow).

How he left and how he got to New Reno is difficult to explain. Myron has virtually no survival skills, and it is a considerable distance from Vault City to New Reno. Hitched a ride with a caravan, maybe? Him managing to escape a settlement covered in laser turrets and guards is also unlikely, but perhaps there was some kind of weakness he was smart enough to exploit and slip through.

Any additional thoughts on this bit would be appreciated :]