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Velvet Chains (Part I)

Plot Overview:

Y/N Y/L/N is the heir to a powerful mafia empire, but she’s always preferred playing by her own rules. When tensions between her father’s Y/L/N family and the Stray Kids mafia escalate, she finds herself kidnapped by Bang Chan, the unpredictable leader of the rival gang. What starts as a strategic move to shake things up quickly turns into a high-stakes game of power, wit, and dangerous chemistry. Will Y/N outsmart Chan and reclaim control, or will she get swept up in his chaotic world?

Warnings: Mafia!BangChan, Mafia!AU, Violence, Kidnapping, Strong Language, Power Dynamics, Dark Themes, Flirting, Banter, High Tension, Smut(eventually)

PART II, PART III, PART IV, PART V, PART VI, FINAL PART

Author Note:

Hey everyone! So, after posting a poll on Tumblr, the results are in and… Chan won! 🎉 I guess y’all are as intrigued by his unpredictable charm as I am! 😏 So here we are, diving into the world of mafia intrigue with none other than Bang Chan. This story is going to be a wild ride, and I just couldn’t stop writing once I started (you know how it goes, right?). So, get ready for a few parts—yep, this one is going to be a series! 🤩

I hope you enjoy this story as much as I’m enjoying writing it. Expect plenty of tension, power plays, and some spicy moments to come. 😉

As always, please read the tags carefully and make sure this is your cup of tea before continuing!

Hope you all enjoy this as much as I loved writing it. Please feel free to leave your thoughts, comments, and feedback—I’d love to hear from you! 💖

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Part I

The jazz bar wasn’t exactly your style, but you appreciated the quiet. As the only daughter of Victor Y/L/N, the man who controlled the northern sector with an iron fist, finding moments of peace was a rare commodity. Your father had built the Y/L/N empire on a foundation of precision, discipline, and cold, calculated power. For three generations, the Y/L/N mafia had ruled this part of the city, their influence expanding through smuggling, money laundering, and intricate political ties. Everything had been meticulously planned. Every move, every person, every resource—it was all part of the machine.

Victor Y/L/N wasn’t just feared—he was respected. A master strategist who never played by anyone else’s rules. His empire was a fortress, and you’d been raised to understand that you were part of it. You knew the stakes of the game, the cost of failure. You had a front-row seat to everything that happened in the world of organized crime, but instead of becoming the dutiful heir your father expected, you’d learned how to operate outside of his rigid control. You weren’t just another piece in his game of chess—you were the queen, always calculating your next move, never just following orders.

You were his greatest asset—and his greatest frustration.

Victor had raised you to understand power, to see the world in black and white. He taught you how to read people, how to dismantle an opponent without ever lifting a weapon. From the time you could walk, you’d been groomed for leadership. But you weren’t like him.

Victor saw the world as a chessboard, and every person was a piece to be moved or sacrificed. You, however, refused to stay on the board. You wanted freedom, independence. You wanted to be more than a pawn in his endless games of control.

“Emotion is a weakness,” he’d told you countless times. “Empathy will get you killed.”

But you didn’t believe him. You knew that in the right hands, emotion could be a weapon. And while Victor wanted you to be cold and calculating, you had something he didn’t: charisma. People followed your father out of fear. They followed you because they wanted to.

This difference had always been a point of contention between you.

Victor expected blind loyalty and obedience, but you questioned everything. When he ordered you to marry the son of an allied family to strengthen his position, you refused. When he tried to involve you in his dealings with corrupt politicians, you went behind his back to broker your own alliances.

You weren’t defiant for the sake of it—you were strategic. You understood the rules of the game, but you played by your own.

The silence of the bar was unsettling, though, as it contrasted with the world you’d known your entire life. The thrum of power, the constant buzz of danger—it had always been there, but tonight something felt different. The shadows seemed deeper than usual, and even the bartender’s hands shook as he poured your wine.

You glanced at the open notebook on the table in front of you, filled with coded notes about your father’s rivals, including one name that had come up more than any other recently—Bang Chan. You knew the Stray Kids mafia had been a thorn in your father’s side for years, but the tension had reached a boiling point lately. The southern sector had grown too powerful, too unpredictable. And now, it seemed they were coming for you.

The Y/L/N and Stray Kids mafias had been in conflict for years. At first, it was subtle: small skirmishes, intercepted shipments, whispers of betrayal. But as Bang Chan rose to power, the tension escalated into an all-out turf war.

Chan’s rise was meteoric. Where your father relied on tradition and loyalty, Chan built his empire with innovation and ambition. He recruited the best hackers, the most skilled fighters, and the most loyal men, creating a network that outpaced even the most established families. His crew—Stray Kids—was infamous for their unpredictability and efficiency.

Your father hated him, not just because of the territory disputes, but because Chan represented everything Victor despised: a new, disruptive power that didn’t play by the old rules.

You’d never met Bang Chan before, but you’d heard plenty about him. He was ruthless, charismatic, and maddeningly clever. If your father was a chess master, Chan was a wild card, someone who could flip the table and still win.

While the Y/L/N family’s strength lay in its calculated, methodical approach, the Stray Kids mafia relied on innovation and unpredictability.

Your notebook sat open on the table. You didn’t need to be here, but the idea of slipping away from under your father’s watchful eye always gave you a thrill. You lived for moments like this.

Until tonight.

The first thing you noticed was the bartender’s shaky hands as he poured your second glass of wine. Then came the eerie silence—the background chatter fading as patrons disappeared one by one. You leaned back, crossing your legs under the table, and glanced toward the shadowed corners of the room.

“Alright,” you murmured under your breath, reaching for the knife strapped to your thigh. “Let’s play.”

Two figures stepped into the dim light. Han Jisung and Lee Know. You recognized them immediately—not just from reputation, but from the detailed dossiers your father kept on the Stray Kids mafia.

The Stray Kids were brutal, unpredictable, and far more cunning than anyone gave them credit for.

Where your father’s mafia was cold and calculated, theirs was wild and ambitious. It was no wonder your father hated them.

Han and Lee Know approached with an air of casual confidence, but you could tell they weren’t taking any chances. You smiled, a sharp, mocking twist of your lips.

“Well, well. If it isn’t Chan’s errand boys. Did you get lost on the way to the kiddie pool?”

Han snorted, clearly amused. “She’s got jokes. I like her already.”

Lee Know’s eyes narrowed, his voice low and measured. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Y/N.”

You leaned forward, resting your chin on your hand. “Oh, honey. You’re adorable if you think either of those options work for me.”

Without warning, you lunged. The knife was in your hand in an instant, its blade glinting in the dim light. Lee Know blocked your strike, his movements quick and calculated, while Han stepped in to restrain your other arm.

“Cute,” Lee Know said, his grip like steel around your wrist. “But not smart.”

You twisted in his grasp, your knee coming up to narrowly miss Han’s side. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m just getting started.”

Han laughed, despite himself. “She’s got fire. No wonder Chan’s so interested.”

That gave you pause. “Interested? Let me guess—he couldn’t find anyone else to stroke his ego, so he sent you two?”

Lee Know’s lips twitched, the ghost of a smirk. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

You laughed, though the sound was more to cover your growing irritation than anything else. “How cute. You think this is going to be easy?”

The two men didn’t answer. They moved quickly, forcefully, but you fought back with every ounce of your strength. You managed to strike one of them in the ribs before they overpowered you and pulled your hands behind your back. It was the usual dance—the struggle, the resistance. But you knew this wasn’t just about you. This was about your father’s empire, and if they were here for you, then it was time to face the consequences of your father’s years of making enemies.

As Lee Know tightened his grip on your wrist, you resisted the urge to lash out. This wasn’t about you—it was about your father. Victor Y/L/N had a way of making enemies, and it seemed Bang Chan had finally grown tired of playing nice. Not that you cared. You’d spent years trying to step out of Victor’s shadow, but his decisions had a way of dragging you back in.

"You do realize this is going to piss off my father,” you said, looking at Han. “Is that the plan, or is Chan just bored?”

Han didn’t seem fazed. “Bored? Nah. This is business, Y/N. Chan’s got a point to prove.”

You scoffed. “And you think kidnapping me will prove it?”

“Maybe. Maybe not,” Han said, his grin widening. “But it’ll get his message across.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Well, don’t take it personally, boys. I’m not the one you should be worried about.”

Lee Know’s grip on your wrist tightened, but you barely noticed. It was the truth, after all. The moment your father found out, all hell would break loose.

The ride to the Stray Kids estate felt like hours, but you knew it was only a matter of time before you’d face Bang Chan. The southern sector and the northern sector had been in a delicate balance for years. Your father kept his enemies close, but Chan had always been an anomaly. He didn’t play by the same rules, and that made him dangerous.

You sat between Han and Lee Know, your hands loosely bound—just tight enough to make a statement but loose enough to mock.

“You know,” you said after a few minutes, breaking the silence, “this is a sloppy move for Chan. Kidnapping me? What’s the play? Ransom? Leverage? Or is he just looking for a date?”

Han snickered. “She’s quick.”

Lee Know didn’t look at you, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. “We’re not here to answer your questions, Y/N.”

“Of course not,” you replied smoothly. “That would require actual intelligence.”

Han turned to you, grinning. “You’re awfully bold for someone in your position.”

“Bold is just another word for better,” you said, tilting your head toward him. “Speaking of bold, is Chan still pretending he’s running the southern sector with brains, or has he admitted it’s all brawn and luck?”

Lee Know’s hand tightened on his knee, but Han seemed genuinely entertained. “I can’t wait for him to meet you.”

When you arrived at the mansion, Chan was waiting.

The estate was grand, modern, and cold—a stark contrast to the warmth of your father’s domain. The walls seemed to pulse with the quiet hum of power, and you could feel it as you were led inside. Chan was the type of man who demanded respect without saying a word. It was a quiet confidence that bordered on arrogance.

When he turned to face you, you couldn’t help but appreciate the way he commanded the room without a single movement. His gaze locked onto yours, and you stood your ground.

“Well, well,” you said, crossing your arms. “Let me guess. This is about my father. What, did he steal one of your shipments? Break one of your toys? Seems like a petty reason to kidnap me.”

Chan smirked, his hands sliding into his pockets. “Petty? No. Let’s call it… strategic. Your father’s been playing the same tired game for years. He doesn’t realize the board has changed.”

“And you think you’re the one changing it?” you shot back.

“I know I am,” he replied, his tone casual but sharp. “And you, Y/N, are far too smart to pretend otherwise.”

He smiled—a dangerous, predatory curve of his lips—as he walked toward you. “You’ve built quite the reputation for yourself. Smart, strategic, ruthless when you need to be. You’re not your father, though, are you?”

You bristled, stepping forward to meet his gaze head-on. “No, I’m not. I’m better.”

The room seemed to hold its breath.

Chan tilted his head, his smirk widening. “I see.” He gestured for Lee Know and Han to leave, his eyes never leaving yours. “You can drop the act, Y/N. I didn’t bring you here for ransom.”

“Then what?” you shot back. “You looking for a chess partner? Because I don’t play games I can’t win.”

Chan chuckled, low and dangerous. “Oh, I think you’ll find this game… worth playing.”

You crossed your arms, leaning closer to him. “And what makes you think I won’t burn your whole empire to the ground?”

He leaned in, his voice a soft whisper. “Because you’re too smart to destroy something you’ll want to rule.”

The tension crackled like electricity, but you didn’t flinch. This was a battle of wills, and you weren’t about to lose.

[antisnookdog]

I made a humans are weird pamphlet

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[Welcome to Earth!]

Diplomatic Briefing Pamphlet: The Human Species

(For Official Use Only – Do Not Leave in Orbit)

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Species Designation: Homo sapiens

Common Names: Humans, Earthlings, Gremlins with God Complexes

Status: Emotionally volatile. Excessively curious. Terminally dramatic.

Threat Level: Vibes-based. Somehow both harmless and extremely dangerous.

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1. General Overview

Humans are a carbon-based bipedal species that developed intelligence, opposable thumbs, and the alarming tendency to either love or destroy everything they encounter.

They are fueled by caffeine, spite, and memes.

Despite their fragile physiology, humans are incredibly persistent. If an environment is considered “inhospitable,” a human will attempt to live there for fun or content.

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2. Cultural Duality

Humanity exists in a state of constant contradiction. Examples include:

Dark Side Wholesome Side

Warhammer 40k Stardew Valley

Doom Eternal Animal Crossing

Final Destination Pride and Prejudice

The Crusades Bake-Off Competitions

Exploiting labor via colonial empires Adopting stray animals and crying

They are simultaneously writing love poems and building orbital death platforms. Proceed accordingly.

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3. Violence (See Also: Sports)

Humans made rules about how to be less evil during war, then immediately violated them. These are called the Geneva Conventions.

They also made sports out of fighting each other for trophies, fame, or vibes.

Favorite pastimes include:

• Beating each other senseless in a cage

• Running at 40 km/h for fun

• Climbing lethal mountains

• Jumping out of flying machines

Note: They will say it’s “for the experience.”

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4. Denial Reflex

Even in the face of literal interstellar beings landing on their lawns, many humans will:

• Claim it’s CGI

• Blame the government

• Insist it’s demons

• Ask for merch

They evolved this reflex to avoid existential crises and somehow made it a cultural cornerstone.

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5. Reproduction & Romance (Warning: NSFW)

Human mating behavior is chaotic and often ritualized via elaborate apps, confusing signals, and courtship dances involving memes. They:

• Invented robots for companionship

• Wrote fanfiction about everything

• Made “tentacle romance” a genre

• Occasionally attempt to seduce supernatural entities

Proceed with caution and boundaries. Consent is important. They learned that… eventually.

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6. History (Not for the faint of core)

Earth’s timeline is packed with:

• Empires built on slavery

• Religious wars over metaphysical real estate

• Repeated cycles of “oops, genocide”

• Philosophers who were also warlords

• Burning witches. And books. Sometimes both.

They also recorded these events, dramatized them in film, and won awards.

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7. Interaction Tips

• If a human offers you food, accept it. Then ask if it’s poisonous. Sometimes it is. They eat it anyway.

• Avoid debates unless you have 6 hours to spare and a tolerance for shouting.

• They will name you. Prepare to be called “Steve” or “Gary.”

• Do not show fear. They can smell it.

• Show them a shiny rock and they might worship it or mine it. Possibly both.

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8. Warning List

DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE:

• Mention their oceans. Even they don’t go down there anymore.

• Bring up Australia without mental prep.

• Assume they’re peaceful just because they’re smiling.

• Take them to space before explaining that aliens exist.

• Say “Warhammer is real.” Some believe it already.

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Final Summary:

Humans are unpredictable, violent, hilarious, empathetic, and incredibly weird.

They’ll destroy a planet for oil and then cry over a 2-minute animal rescue video.

They are terrifying and lovable, like if a raccoon had a PhD and nuclear codes.

We recommend extreme caution, cultural immersion, and bringing snacks.

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Issued by:

GCIR – Department of Chaotic Species Affairs

Document: Earth-001-HowToHuman (Rev. 2.0 – Updated after Florida Incident)

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[vshiftsss]

THE CHROME SPIDER - (SPIDERVERSE DR #1 INTRO)

okay, let’s do this one last time.

hi, my name’s venoria kingston, and i’m earth-404’s friendly neighborhood spider-woman (that everyone kind of has beef with for some reason?). my official name is the chrome spider…i just happen to be a woman and a ‘spider’, so people think that other name is easier.

not as cool, but whatever…

let’s get one thing straight: i was not bitten by a real spider. i made my own spider. originally, it was meant to be a drone-type mechanism for a science project, but there was a malfunction and the spider “bit” me. the fluids i used to power the machine fused with my blood, and instead of poisoning me or hurting me, i became the chrome spider.

still don’t understand the scientific basis of that, but…hopefully miguel will figure it out!

shortly after that event, the whole debacle with kingpin happened. i got transported into miles’ earth, and let me tell you, it was a learning curve. people were using devices i read about in textbooks — they were like ancient relics to me. my earth is set in the far future, the future with flying cars and androids that could be your philosophy teacher or your math tutor. so imagine my surprise when i saw cars, with rubber wheels, on the ground.

i’m getting distracted. anyways, during my time wandering through new york without a clue as to why i’m there, i met miles, noir, gwen, and peter, who are still my friends to this day. after everything was resolved, i went back to my earth, earth-404.

while the multiverse crossover was happening, my sister, yvonne, went missing. i’m still looking for her to this day, and i’m determined to find her. that’s why i went to miguel for help. he has the tech to jump from universe to universe, and i have a goal i am hellbent on completing. now i’m part of the spider society, simultaneously doing grunt work for miguel and narrowing down where my sister is.

surely nothing else can go wrong. right?

ABILITY OVERVIEW

chromium (chrome metal) manipulation… i can materialize liquid chrome from my fingertips and basically create whatever i want out of it. i use this mainly to create body armor, weapons, shields, and restraints.

electricity overload… due to my spider suit, i have electrical abilities that are enhanced with my chrome. i can overload certain signals or machines with direct contact.

coding efficiency…

hacking efficiency…

web slinging… i have artificial webs that are kept in my wrist gauntlets. these webs can also be hardened by my chrome to secure their durability and resistance, though once they are coated, they cannot move from their initial position.

jet boots… on the bottom of the boots of my suit, i have small jet boosters that can enhance my attacks and fly me up into the air, enhancing my web slinging as well.

chrome-coated motorcycle… i just have a cool tron-like motorcycle with extra armor on. cause i can!

END OF INTRO — HAPPY SHIFTING!

[lura-valentine]

Hint

Set in the world of My Hero Academia / Boku no Hero Academia

Ongoing story – updates will follow

Multi-chapter fanfiction

Chapters will be linked as soon as they’re published

All characters belong to Kōhei Horikoshi, except for Rain and the mysterious man

Ship – DabiHawks × feminine OC

–> To Rain's Profil (OC)

Please note: English is not my first language, so there may be some small mistakes.

Concept of this fanfiction

Since the final war with the League of Villains, Touya has been dying. The doctors gave him only a few weeks, if at all, a few months, but the stubborn son of fire surprised everyone when he was still alive after 16 years.

He was only a shadow of his former self, trapped by vital machines, but something was keeping him alive, as if there was something else he needed to know...

Overview

Part 1 ☆ Part 2 ☆ Part 3 ☆ Part 4 ☆ Part 5 (W.I.P)

Rains Part

The weather had changed, and thick drops of water rained mercilessly onto the roofs of the city, the rhythmic drumming breaking the silence of the night. Rain landed heavily on one of the taller buildings, her wings trembling from effort and anger. She pulled the soaked hood over her head and staggered forward a few steps, then sank to her knees. Her fingers dug into the rough concrete and a hoarse sound escaped her throat - a mixture of frustration, pain, and the echo of old memories.

Keigo's face, his words, his determination to stand in her way... "If you want Fischer, you’ll have to get past me..." The scene played over and over in her head. His look, that mixture of sadness and strength, had hit her hard. She could never forget him, and she knew that a part of her would never let him go. But why did he stand up for this man of all people? Why couldn't he understand?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a powerful flap of wings. She felt the cold presence before she saw him. The mysterious man landed a few meters behind her, his wings spread threateningly as he looked at her. Drops of water ran down his hood and his turquoise eyes glowed with anger.

"What the hell was that down there?!" His voice was loud, his words piercing the darkness like a knife. "You could have killed him! You had him right in front of you, and yet... nothing. Why did you hesitate?"

Rain took a deep breath before rising to her feet. She turned around slowly, her hands shaking slightly, but her voice was calm and firm as she spoke. "I had my reasons, Kaji."

"Reasons?!" He took a step closer, his gaze icy. "Your 'reasons' almost cost us the entire mission! We had him in our hands, and you... you let some sentimental crap stop you from finishing the job?!"

Rain held his gaze, even though her eyes shone with sadness and tiredness. "I won't let anything stop me, Kaji. I don't make my decisions lightly." Her voice grew cooler. "Perhaps you should learn that not every mission goes perfectly. But no, you don't know any different, do you?"

“What does that mean?” asked Kaji, his voice getting louder, but Rain remained calm.

"You're just like your father," she said, and there was something in her voice that Kaji couldn't quite read - something bitter and painful at the same time. "Impulsive, always angry when things don't go the way you want them to. Do you think that will help you?"

"My father?" Kaji's eyes narrowed and his wings twitched uncontrollably. "You never spoke about him. Not once. And now you're making comparisons like that?"

Rain closed her eyes for a moment, as if trying to organize her thoughts. "Because there was nothing I wanted to talk about, Kaji. Your father was complicated... and I did enough to protect you from the shadows of his past."

"Protect?!" Kaji laughed bitterly, his voice now shaking with emotion. "From what? From the truth? From yourself? Or from what he really was? Tell me, finally tell me who he was!"

Rain was silent. Her hands clenched into fists, but she held his gaze. "You're not ready to know yet."

"Not ready?" Kaji stepped closer, his flames beginning to dance faintly around his hands - blue and ice-cold. "I'm not the little child you can control anymore. I have the right to know. Or are you trying to tell me he was just as much of a coward as Fischer?"

That was when Rain lost it. She took a step toward Kaji, her face inches from his. Her red eyes glowed like hot coals. "Stop saying things you don't know! Your father was many things, but he was never a coward. And you... you're just as stubborn as he is." She breathed heavily, then lowered her voice. "Maybe I should have told you the truth. Maybe I should have told you that he..." She stopped, her voice breaking, and she turned away abruptly.

Kaji was speechless for a moment. It was the first time he had seen Rain like this - broken, vulnerable, unsure. "Mom..." He sounded calmer now, almost gentle. "Then at least tell me why you hesitated with Hawks. Do you know him?"

Rain took a deep breath, as if the words were a heavy weight she had been carrying for years. She turned to him slowly and looked deep into his eyes. Her red eyes were filled with a weary clarity. "I'm sorry, Kaji," she said quietly, her voice rough with all the unspoken feelings. "I'm sorry for keeping the truth from you for so long. I know you're old enough to understand who your father was. You will get your answers, but not here."

Kaji wanted to say something, but he stopped. It was as if he absorbed the weight of her words and it seeped into him.

"For the next step in this mission..." She paused and closed her eyes for a moment, as if preparing for something, "...I would have had to tell you who your father is anyway. The person we are going to now will recognize you immediately and they will ask questions."

Rain looked at the rain falling like little blades on the roofs and then continued. "This person is our only chance to catch Fischer. She is the only one who can still help us."

Kaji nodded, and despite the anger and confusion building up inside him, he knew Rain was right. There was too much at stake for him to continue to argue.

Rain took one last deep breath, then turned to him. Her black wings spread in the cold, damp air. "Ready?" she asked, not hiding her determination, but her eyes betrayed how difficult the moment was for her too.

Kaji, still unsure what exactly to think of this whole drama, nodded. "Yes."

With one last look at the rain-soaked ground, Rain took off, her black wings beating once, and she rose into the sky. Kaji followed her, his bluish, shimmering wings breaking through the rain as he flew by her side into the darkness of the night.

Hawks Part

The rain fell in heavy curtains, turning the city streets into glittering mirrors. The light from the lanterns reflected in the puddles, offering an unreal contrast to the grim reality of the night. Hawks pulled his raincoat tighter around himself as he climbed the wide stairs to the police station. Shoto walked silently beside him, his shoulders slightly tense but his gaze as calm and focused as ever. The old stone walls of the station seemed even more oppressive in the darkness and rain than they already were, and the heavy wooden frame of the front door creaked under Hawks' hand as he opened it.

Inside, it was warmer, but no less bleak. The smell of wet fabric, stale coffee, and old paper hung in the air. Police officers scurried through the corridors with files in their hands, and the low hum of conversation was the background music that permeated everything. Hawks shook himself slightly, water dripping from his coat as he walked purposefully toward reception. Shoto followed him without a word, his footsteps echoing dully on the stone floor.

"I have to see Kenji," Hawks said curtly to the receptionist sitting at a small desk. She just nodded and pointed to the door at the end of the hall.

Hawks knocked twice before entering. The police chief, a tall man with a dog's head and sharp, piercing eyes, sat behind a massive desk covered with reports and files. His posture was as straight-backed and authoritative as ever, but when he saw Hawks and Shoto, he put down the file he had just been looking through and motioned for them to sit down.

"Hawks. Todoroki," he greeted them with a brief nod. His voice was deep and rough, with a certain authority as always. "I assume you're here because of Fischer."

"Exactly," Hawks replied, sinking into the chair in front of the desk. Shoto stood silently, arms folded, watching the exchange.

Kenji took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "I have to admit that the situation is... difficult. We have him in custody, but without solid evidence, we cannot keep him for long."

Hawks nodded slowly. "I know there is no evidence at the moment. But we can't just let him go. Fischer has more dirt on his hands than meets the eye. We just have to dig deeper."

Kenji raised an eyebrow. "And what is this assumption based on?"

Hawks leaned forward slightly, his voice becoming more serious. "Someone I trust has made these allegations. She says that Fischer..." He paused for a moment, as if he was having difficulty saying it. "...that he is smuggling children across national borders under the guise of his logistics company."

Kenji stared at him, his eyes narrowing. "These are very serious allegations, Hawks. Who is this 'trustworthy person'?"

Hawks looked briefly at Shoto as if seeking support, but Shoto said nothing, his gaze remained cool and observant. Hawks turned back to Kenji. "Her name isn’t important. What matters is that she doesn't lie. If she says something, she has reasons for it."

Kenji snorted slightly. "Hawks, we both know how this works. Without proof, these are just words. Even if we dig deep into Fischer's past, there is no guarantee that we will find anything."

Shoto, who had been silent until now, took a step closer. "But if he were really innocent, he wouldn't react in such a panic," he said calmly. "Since his arrest, Fischer has done nothing but yell at his lawyer and try to pull strings to get him out.That's not the behavior of someone who has nothing to hide."

Kenji sighed and ran a hand over his face. "I understand your concerns. But this is no longer a heroic matter and we are working on evidence, not gut feeling."

Hawks leaned forward, his gaze burning into the police chief's. "This isn't a question of heroism, Kenji. This is a question of responsibility. You know as well as I do that some people are so good at hiding that they're never caught because no one has the courage to look closely. Fischer is one of those people. And if we let him go now because we don't want to dig, he'll go into hiding."

Kenji studied him for a long moment before grumbling quietly. "Fine. I'll put together a team to look into Fischer's enterprise. But if we don't find anything, Hawks, then he's free. I'm not going to go against the law, no matter how much you trust this person."

Hawks nodded, his expression showing no sign of triumph. "That's all I ask. Dig deep, Kenji. You'll find something."

Kenji looked at him once more before turning to Shoto. "And you? What do you think?"

Shoto shrugged his shoulders almost imperceptibly, but his voice was firm. "I trust Hawks and I think Fischer gives us a lot of reasons not to let him out of our sight."

Kenji stood up and tapped his hand lightly on the desk. "Then I will start the investigation. But remember: without results, this is over."

Hawks also stood up, his coat still slightly damp from the wetness he had brought in. "Thanks, Kenji."

Kenji just nodded and Shoto opened the door before they both stepped out into the hallway. The rain hadn't let up and the blurry points of light from the city could be seen through the windows. Hawks was silent, but his mind was racing.

Hawks closed the door of the police station behind him and a cold draft hit him. The rain had not let up, it still pelted heavily on the asphalt, stretching over the world like an endless curtain. The street lamps cast a dim light on the soaked vehicles parked in the parking lot, and the puddles beneath reflected the dull colors of the sky. Hawks pulled up the collar of his coat and shoved his hands deep into his pockets as he walked down the steps.

Shoto kept pace beside him, his face calm but thoughtful. He said nothing, and Hawks was almost grateful for the silence. There was too much going on inside him and too little he could put into words.

When they got downstairs, they both stood for a moment under the canopy, where the rain wasn't falling directly on them. Hawks leaned his back against one of the pillars and looked at Shoto out of the corner of his eye. "Shall I drive you home?" he finally asked, his voice sounding rougher than usual, almost hoarse.

Shoto shook his head without looking at him. His hands were in the pockets of his coat and his eyes seemed to be following the rain that was falling in endless streaks. "No, thank you. I prefer to walk. I... want to think a bit."

Hawks raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Thinking? About what?"

Shoto hesitated for a moment before answering quietly, "About that man. The one with the blue ice flames." He lifted his gaze to meet Hawks’s with quiet intensity. "He was strong... dangerous. But something about him seemed... familiar to me."

Hawks nodded slowly, his eyes moving to a dark spot in the distance. "Yes... He reminded me of someone too." His voice became even quieter, almost like a whisper. "But sometimes it's better not to pursue such thoughts too deeply. They often lead to places you don't want to go."

Shoto let the words sink in for a moment before turning away. "Maybe. But I feel like I can't ignore these thoughts. Something about him... it won't let me go." He turned back to Hawks, his gaze piercing. "Thanks for offering to drive me home. We'll keep in touch about Fischer."

"Sure," Hawks said with a faint smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Take care, Shoto."

"You too," Shoto replied shortly before turning away and walking out into the rain. His dark cloak quickly became heavy from the wetness, but he walked away with firm steps, his silhouette slowly disappearing into the darkness.

Hawks stood there a moment longer, water droplets sliding along the edges of his coat, watching Shoto's figure disappear into the hazy mist. Then he exhaled quietly and turned toward his car.

The drive home was silent. The rain drummed on the roof of the car, the streets were empty, and the city lights passed by like blurred memories. Hawks held his hands loosely on the steering wheel, but his thoughts were far away. He saw Rain's face again, the determination in her eyes, but also the sadness that she could never completely hide.

When he finally reached the underground parking garage of his apartment building, the weather felt like a curse that had followed him all the way home. The garage door slowly closed behind him, and the crackling sound was muffled as he turned off the engine and got out. His footsteps echoed on the cold concrete floor, and he pushed the elevator button with a tired finger.

The elevator ride was short, yet it dragged like a lifetime. The mirror in the cabin showed his face, marked by tiredness and something he couldn't quite put his finger on - or didn't want to.

When he unlocked the door to his apartment, the silence was almost oppressive. Hawks took off his shoes and left them carelessly next to the door. The jacket of his suit landed on a nearby chair, its soaked corners leaving small marks on the wood.

He shuffled into the kitchen and switched on the light, which cast a cold white glow over the countertops. His fingers found the switch of the coffee machine as if by themselves, and the familiar whir of the machine filled the room.

Without waiting for the coffee, he went into the living room. The large window front offered a view of the rainy city, but Hawks paid no attention to it. His steps led him to the simple pedestal above the fireplace.

With a slow movement, he unfastened the sword from his belt and lifted it onto the pedestal. His fingers lingered on the scabbard for a moment, as if it had a weight of its own that was more than just metal.

"I miss you," Hawks murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper. The sound was lost in the steady sound of rain hitting the window panes. The room remained cloaked in shadow, lit only by the faint shimmer of city lights bleeding through the rain-streaked windows.

"I miss you too, Keigo." The words were quiet, almost timid, but they hit him like a thunderclap.

Hawks froze. His heart skipped a beat, only to then thunder in a wild, uncontrollable rhythm. His thoughts exploded, racing around like birds suddenly startled from sleep. This couldn't be happening. This shouldn't be happening. His apartment was locked. How could—

Slowly, almost hesitantly, he turned around. Every muscle in his body was tense, as if he were about to fight at any moment. But what he saw took his breath away.

She stood on the threshold between the hall and the living room.

Rain.

The first impression was like a punch to the gut. Its outline was familiar – far too familiar for his heart not to react to it immediately. She looked more mature, and her shoulders now visibly bore the weight of years. But her face... her eyes... those deep red, intense eyes that glowed even in the twilight – they remained the same.

Hawks said nothing, he couldn't say anything. The words caught in his throat, frozen in the heat of the emotions coursing through him.

Rain took a tentative step forward. Her arms hung indecisively at her sides, as if unsure whether to wrap themselves protectively around herself or reach out to him.

"You..." She cleared her throat softly, her voice shaky, nervous. "You didn't lock your balcony door again, Keigo."

A faint, almost apologetic smile crossed her lips, but vanished immediately. "I... we stood outside for a while. I didn't know if I should really go in, but... I wanted to talk to you."

Hawks didn't move. He just stared at her, as if she might vanish into smoke at any moment, like a memory too beautiful.

"I..." Rain inhaled, her voice vibrating with the pressure of emotion. "I'm sorry. For just leaving. For leaving you... and Dabi alone. I should have explained it to you, I—"

A beep suddenly broke the tense silence. The coffee maker in the kitchen chimed in with a shrill sound, tearing Hawks out of his trance.

His head jerked to the side, then back to Rain. Something inside him broke – a dam he'd held for 16 years.

Without another word, without even thinking about it, he walked toward her. With two firm steps he stood directly in front of her. His arms wrapped around her. Strong, desperately searching for support.

Rain gasped in surprise, her lips parted, but no sound came out. She felt his heartbeat pounding against her chest – felt his fingers clawing at her back, as if he were afraid she might vanish into thin air again.

"You're back..." Hawks stammered hoarsely, his face pressed against her shoulder, his voice fragile, barely a shadow of what it once was. "You're really back..."

Rain stood stock still, overcome by the force of his emotions. Then, slowly, she put her arms around him. Hesitantly at first, almost shyly. But when she felt the trembling in his body, heard the pain in his voice, she held him tighter.

Tears welled in her eyes, burning hotly as she realized what this moment meant.

He had missed her as much as she had missed him.

From the shadows of the hallway, hidden between darkness and dim light, two turquoise-blue eyes flashed.

Kaji stood motionless in the darkness of the hallway leading to the entrance. He didn't speak a word and barely dared to breathe for fear of being discovered.

The scene before him felt unreal, and it punched him in the gut.

He had never seen his mother like this before. Not so... vulnerable, never so lost.

Rain Black had always been a force of nature to him—unflappable, cool, and calculating, with eyes that never trembled even in the darkest hours. She had taught him never to show weakness. Never to trust too much, and certainly not to love unless you were ready to bear the pain of loss.

But now she stood there... looking as if she would break at any moment... wrapped in the arms of a man Kaji didn't know. Hawks – Keigo Takami.

Of course he'd heard of Hawks – the former hero who once soared the skies with his wings. The man who lost his Quirk in the war against All For One and saved countless lives.

But no one had told him that this man had once lost his heart to Rain. Or that he was part of that repressed chapter that also included his father.

The weight of this realization pressed heavily on his chest. It was as if a lost mosaic was finally coming together – piece by piece, in slow, painful clarity.

A soft creaking of the wooden floorboards made him wince. Slowly, almost hesitantly, Rain moved.

She didn't completely break the embrace, but took a half step back, just enough to meet his eyes. Her hands remained on his chest, as if seeking support, her gaze boring into his.

"I..." she began, her voice rough, as if covered in dust after all these years of silence. "I wanted to come back, Keigo. I tried, honestly."

Her lips trembled, but she forced herself to continue. "But I couldn't. Back then... The League, the heroes, the war... It would have been too dangerous to come back, and I had to—"

Her voice trailed off, as if she had to pause for a moment to find the right words between tears and grief.

"I had to protect him.”

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Arcane AU: Silent Frontiers

Guess who got a little silly. . .and accidentally created a new Timebomb AU?

Arcane: Silent Frontiers is a survival horror AU that introduces the location of Zaun as an old mining town buried deep within the heart of the Appalachian Wilderness. Now fallen into drastic disrepair following its containment as a Government Exclusion Zone, the resident’s of Zaun still trapped within the zone now must work together to survive as strange occurrences begin happening within the woods they once called home. 

OVERVIEW

Zaun: Location: Appalachia. Inspired by games such as The STALKER Series, Resident Evil, Fallout 76 and even with some homages to Dead Space, Arcane Silent Frontiers story follows Ekko and Jinx, two survivor's living within the Zaun Exclusion Zone, a once a wealthy and successful mining town famous for its scenic views and vast cave networks rich in raw materials.

Once one of the suppliers for the wealthiest mines in the country, it now sits as a bleak remnant of Appalachia's history and Piltover's storied past. Since the containment of not only it but the surrounding area, Zaun has been suddenly cut off from the rest of the world. While some people start to panic, a small group of citizens tries to maintain some semblance of peace and order, while also attempting to learn the truth about the containment, the purpose behind it -- and, most importantly, how to escape it. 

Arcane Silent Frontiers' story follows Ekko and Jinx, two survivor's living (and doing their best) within the Zaun Exclusion Zone. With the town now left to rot however, Ekko and Jinx now seek escape as a brewing faction war and the presence of more hostile monsters continues to grow from within the Zone almost everyday. However, peace outside the Zone may not be as concrete as many such as them hope as the ever-progressive city and last hope of Zaun, Piltover, may not be faring as well as people may dream of.  

Piltover: Location: Appalachia. Inspiration: Umbrella Corp. Murkoff Corp. Ah Piltover. The industrial anchor of Appalachia, Piltover is highly recognized for the city's cultural, educational, healthcare, and technological resources, and is one of the largest cities in Appalachia. A beacon of hope for all and  a cultural center that's known for its trade, craftsmanship, and forward-thinking, Piltover is thought by many to be the ideal city.

However, things are not as they seem. One disaster never comes without another. Where Volcanoes erupt, snow and cold often follow and with it come disease and famine. And where progress grow’s, so too grows wider the road to hell paved with good intentions. And nowhere is that more shown then in the underbelly and inner workings of Piltover's higher up society.  

Once a city dedicated to the betterment of mankind, Piltover's idea of what the term “betterment” means, has become very obscure as of late. No thanks given due to their “partnership” with a very-ruthless cut-throat. On it’s own Piltover thrives, with influence in the productions and sales of cosmetics, chemicals, pharmaceuticals, industrial machine production, consumer products, health foods, the transportation industry and tourism. 

However, Piltover’s large array of subsidiaries once often thought typical for large-scale corporations, is in actuality purposely built to cover up illegal activities- such as the development of biological weaponry for militaries across the world as well as Human Testing of many of their BOW products, no thanks in part due to NOXUS getting their fingers into everything.

NOXUS (MILITARY BRANCH) Location: ??? Inspiration: Earthgov (Dead Space) There's always a bigger fish in the sea But sometimes even the biggest fish have to watch out.

Oh Noxus, whatever would our lives be without you? Well I don't know about our lives, but I can certainly tell you that Piltover and Zaun’s world's would definitely be a lot quieter for sure without them.

NOXUS in Silent Frontier stands not so much different then it’s show-counterpart. Led still by Ambessa, they are the secondary antagonists of Silent Frontiers following the revelation that they have intended to weaponize the achievements of Piltover for their own gain, even using Zaun as a testing ground. (Because remember kids, if people say the Government would never do that, there's a chance either they already have or are thinking about doing it and just haven't done it yet.) Piltover however has since turned a blind eye to many of NOXUS’ plans solely because let's face it, money talks bullshit walks and everyone knows there's at least a few fat-cats who wouldn't give a shit about anything as long as their revenue is intact. And Noxus is a BIG spender with an interest in BOW’s and such. Throughout the story however, it’s no surprise that NOXUS is simply using Piltover for it’s own gain much like in the show; seeing Piltover as a goldmine especially after a discovery team in the city finds something in particular that piques their interest.

However, their control is waning and beginning to loosen. A couple of their top scientists are either dead (either by their hands or by the governments) or have now gone AWOL and it's only a matter of time before the screws give way and the metal bends. . . ADDITIONAL CHARACTERS: (Please note that this is not a list of all the characters in this AU. Simply just the ones I actually have idea's for. If you want i might post up things later on down the lines asking for help with others if anyone would like to shoot an idea at me. Otherwise I will chat about them off and on in posts in the future.)

Jayce and Heimerdinger The Student and the Teacher The only two remaining members of their class left now only to be survivors and reluctant heroes looking to make amends for their mistakes. One of them appears to be looking for something. . . one can only hope he finds it before it's too late. Viktor Inspiration: Michael Altman (Dead Space) He who leads The Father of Holy Union The Forced Prophet. A Reluctant man who once only sought to do good in his life. Now he is lucky enough if he even remembers his life. Though one thing is for certain. . .he remembers something clearly. . .and that is that he seems to be. . missing something. . .

Isha

Inspiration: Ellie Williams (The Last of Us 1) Clementine (Telltale’s the Walking Dead) Newt (Aliens 2) Joel Miller (The Last of Us 1) A brave, albeit quiet child, Isha has grown up in this harsh world and it is all she has ever known. Wise way beyond her years and highly capable of taking care of herself and those around her, Isha finds it hard to gain attachments towards people following immense heartbreak in her life, and doesn’t believe she’ll ever find what she is missing. However the Zone is strange and much like a phoenix, beauty comes even after everything burns. . so maybe there is hope for her after all.

Additional Notes:

Mute and Partially Deaf in one ear due to Birth defects.

Still retains hearing in the left ear but is highly sensitive to loud noises; thought to be a sign of Auditory recruitment syndrome or hyperacusis. Whatever the case, loud noises will often make her miserable and jumpy.

Speaks mainly through sign language.

Actually didn’t really like Jinx when they first met despite the connection the pair apparently have, (attachment issues). 

Vi Steadfast, Strong-Hearted, Strong-Willed and Strong-Headed, Vi has managed to remain a kind, caring and passionate individual who strives to live life to the fullest now that life tends to be immensely uncertain. Her demeanor is generally a sense of reserved joyous despite her apparent “brutish nature” and as such she can be very forward, having no fear of loudly proclaiming her love of being alive and how much she cares for those close to her. However, despite her relatively gentle and somewhat reserved nature, Vi is a very physical person with little-to-no reservations about getting into a brawl if provoked. She can be impulsive and easy to goad, and may lose sense and reason when confronting people she despises. Her harsh background has made her tough, but despite that she hasn't fully lost her compassion. So don't let it be fooled. Her love for those close to her is the only thing keeping her going, and she’s hoping to come out of this with a better understanding of certain people. Including her sister. . .

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im a system trying to learn more about endos.

so far in syscourse ive only seen proof of cdds being traumagenic but they dont disprove non-cdd plurality, so what sources are there that have evidence of endogenic systems, if you have any?

Right now? There isn't any hard evidence that would satisfy anti endos. There's TONS of papers and articles talking about the recent emergence of endogenic systems, but they're mostly interview based. I debunked a lot of them when I was still anti. Small sample sizes, personal bias about dysfunction levels, all interviews. Those won't stand for those who are skeptical.

Now that I've calmed my gender neutral tits, though, I can look at where all this research is heading, and I can look back and find all the different terms that have been used to describe this same phenomenon. Those terms don't fall under psychology, they appear in journals about consciousness and self and philosophy, and they go all the way back to the 1800s, developing right alongside theories on hysteria and split personality, and the TOSD.

I don't need to do the work for you (/nm), just Google multiple self theory and fall down the rabbit hole. Trust me. One Google search, move at your own pace. It'll mean more when you find all this yourself and make the journey on your own. It was way more effective when I went alone.

That said, I'm not heartless.

The most promising research coming out is the tulpa studies.

Tanya Luhrmann and Michael Lifshitz are incredible, but it's Luhrmann who really stole my heart. She has a long list of work on religious communication with God and "others", and was a huge part of putting tulpas, and several other different voice hearing, religious communities into the fmri scanners to see what's going on. The reddit AMA is being passed around now, and it's largely being ignored by antis, without understanding what it was.

The tulpa studies began... shit, 5 years ago? Covid put a hold on the project, but it's back up and running and they're working on the final paper. The AMA was a chance for people to ask questions to the lead researchers about the project, including whether they found anything.

And they did.

The brains of tulpamancers and other practitioners lit up in unexpected areas and outside of conscious control (very basic overview).

Luhrmann also wrote about how this kind of research can help other voice hearers, and could potentially point to some new therapy opportunities for those struggling.

No, Luhrmann and Lifshitz are not dissociative specialists. Endogenic systems have screamed for decades about how they don't have CDDs and we just refuse to listen. This research is occurring in other areas and specialities. They don't need to be dissociative specialists to work fmri machines and see there's something happening.

My hope is that once the final results are published, we'll see some very quick movements comparing CDDs and endogenic systems. We're not there yet, but I think we'll actually have firm answers within the next couple years.

And after looking into other areas of research, and seeing the potential positives, and that they DID see some unexpected things on the scans...

Not to mention that I've spoken with Colin Ross, THE dissociative expert, who in the 1980s, wrote about "endogenous multiplicity," a subsection of those with MPD that had no trauma history, no dysfunction, no amnesia, etc, and he still stands by that to this very day. I've spoken with several other experts. Go look at Jamie Marich on Twitter and see all her colleagues in the notes.

Anti endo is a dying stance.

Learn nuance while you can (CDDs and endogenic plurality are different, occasionally overlapping), and jump ship before it's too late to take the harm back.

Happy googling and good luck!

[vcstasy]

and…⠀♫⠀WHO do you work for, again?

The core four of JAGUAR’s main creative team (presently headed, of course, mainly by creative director Choi Eunhee)—that being their two main producers, their head stylist, and main choreographer—consists of Seol Daejin, Kwak Joosun, Son Sebin, and finally Yoon ‘Vicki’ Miryung. Both Joosun and Sebin have been with the company since 2012, the year of YOON’s debut, despite their ages (19 and 18, respectively). Miryung came on four years later, in 2016, shortly before JUST4U’s disbandment and after then-soloist Daejin’s debut date under SM Entertainment. He only lasted three years before going back to his producer roots and leaving for JAGUAR in 2019—the same year former ALGORYHTHM members Jalen and Haeil did the same—and completing the team most know today.

Seeing as it took them a good seven years to be brought together, and there’s a smaller gap of three years between JUST4U’s debut and Joosun and Sebin’s arrivals, a few people have asked the question of this: Who was doing it all before them? And, the answer is simply that no one knows, except from maybe a few of the main executives and the people themselves. The first few years of JUST4U’s discography are largely uncredited production, composition, and arrangement wise, and the only names that get mentioned are Yeseul’s and Insu’s themselves—they took on the lyrics themselves most of the time, and on a few occasions contributed to the production process also. These ghost producers are likely due to the fact that JAGUAR, in 2009, was still very new in the idol scene (only two years into it after jumping ship from the PR business in 2007). Quick payments for releases most likely seemed easier than spending the time building a dedicated team from the ground up—which is also likely why Joosun and Sebin were hired so young and so early into their careers.

They’ve all grown alongside the artists, and have all grown particularly close to CHERRYADE over the months they’ve spent working with them. Below is an overview on each.

Dead-eyed, perpetually bored, and at times too dry for his own good, people usually avoid making conversation with Joosun at all opportunities possible. And sure, he’s only really there to do his job, but making nice while doing so has never been something he’d be opposed to. He actually thinks he can be pretty funny when you get to know him. Not that many ever make it to that stage.

Joosun never wanted to be in the spotlight. All Joosun ever wanted in the music world was to be used as what he believed he was: an asset. A cog in the machine, sure—but an essential one. Something that things just wouldn’t feel right running without. He grew up the primary caretaker for his three younger siblings while his mother racked up credit card debt and his father lay in ashes, sealed in a columbarium that he never bothered to visit on any separate occasions other than the day they went to put him there, and if you asked him he’d tell you that was where the need to be needed came from.

Others may say they were drawn to music as a child and that was why they chose to pursue it, but Joosun never really found the time for that. The most he interacted with music as a child was through the radio and when he was making up tunes on his youngest sister’s toy piano for her entertainment. He wasn’t an experienced musician—much less an experienced producer—in the slightest by the time he was desperately searching for jobs of all kinds, and the only reason JAGUAR took him on in the first place is because they’d come to the realisation that they couldn’t keep hiring no-names to make music for them and then keep their mouths shut about it. Joosun called it mutual desperation, Seungdae called him a ‘baby bird they could nurture.’ The man had been weird since the day they met.

He learned on the job, and his first few mixes were nothing short of abysmal. It took a lot of overtime and a lot of begging for lessons from his newfound contacts in an industry he knew next to nothing about to get him on track to becoming the artist he is now, and he’s thankful he’s managed to dig out a space for himself in the music world. If he could give his sound a colour, it would be red—a deep, dark, wine shade. Mature, promiscuous, dark, at times. But it’s less of a case of that being all he knows (he experimented with just about everything on his journey to find what really fit him) and more a case of that being what’s his. He’s best at it, he flourishes within it, and he knows his way around it even with his eyes closed. It’s glaringly obvious whenever you’re listening to anything Joosun, and that’s just the way he likes it.

NAME⠀ㅇ⠀KWAK JOOSUN  ( 곽주선. )

BORN⠀ㅇ⠀FEBRUARY 17,  1993

POSITION⠀ㅇ⠀PRODUCER

PLAYED BY⠀ㅇ⠀CHOI WONBIN

Accommodating but no-nonsense, Daejin is always considered the kinder of the two producers. He always has a few words of encouragement even if on the inside he thinks you’re awful, always delivers any criticism he does deem nice enough to say out loud with a sweet smile and little motivational fist-pump, and never fails to get at least one smile out of whoever’s he’s worked with that day. His own dreams of being an idol might not have worked out, but as long as he can help others in their own careers he’s happy. 

A child of divorce, Daejin turned to music (and basketball) as a semi-coping mechanism to block out all the arguing before the split became official. The last he saw of his father was the month before his seventh birthday, sitting beside him on the balcony of their cramped flat with his legs dangling through the gaps in the railing while the man smoked through a pack and gave him some half-hearted life advice. Take care of your mother. Try and get along with your older brothers. Do something with your life. He did his best to follow along with it all, although the second was the hardest. Him and his oldest brother had next to nothing in common, constantly coming to blows, so for the most part he stuck to his older brother or kept to himself. They only became closer during the messy divorce period, while his parents were duking it out over custody and money. That was also where he really got into music, picking up both the guitar and the keyboard as things he could teach himself to keep himself busy when his mind was driving him crazier than usual.

He was never all that academically inclined, bunking off to shoot hoops or waste away the day’s hours in arcades for the majority of his school years—but his mother didn’t really care. She would’ve been more surprised if he was a perfect student, seeing as her two children before him were just as unwilling to show up to school. SM came about when he was thinking about what to do to make good on the ‘do something with your life’ part of his father’s advice. It was quite a rash decision, but it involved music, and if it went well he could safely say he had done something worthwhile (and, he would admit, he was looking forward to lording it over his brothers if it went well also). He didn’t tell any of his family until he got the confirmation that he’d passed his audition, and then off into trainee life he went. Daejin kept his head down and himself to himself during his two years of training, and was perfectly happy with his solo career as it went on—not just for the success it brought him and fun he was having with it, but also because along the way he got the chance to contribute to it more and more, until by 2018 he was fully self-written and self-produced.

The end of his idol career came about of his own volition. He felt he was content with what he’d produced, grateful for the people he’d met and things he’d accomplished, and simply wanted to step back and focus fully on the aspect he loved most: the production. JAGUAR was only his first choice because he’d been a fan of JUST4U growing up (he still has all their albums to this day), and when they accepted him he was packing his SM bags as quick as he could and happily leaving the idol life behind. It took a while to get through Joosun’s shell, but they’re thick as thieves now. He lives his life making music and having fun doing it, trying out all sorts of genres and sounds but always leaving them that little something that makes them truly his. Daejin’s sound doesn’t have one specific colour, as he likes to think it’s an explosion of every single one of them.

NAME⠀ㅇ⠀SEOL DAEJIN  ( 설대진. )

BORN⠀ㅇ⠀MAY 27,  1998

POSITION⠀ㅇ⠀PRODUCER

PLAYED BY⠀ㅇ⠀MOON SANGMIN

DISCOGRAPHY (2016–18)

JUL 2016⠀CALL YOU TONIGHT⠀(FROM MINI ALBUM: “DIAL TONE”)

DEC 2016⠀TRIGGER⠀(FROM SINGLE: “TRIGGER”)

SEPT 2017⠀WANT FROM ME⠀(FROM MINI ALBUM: “COMPONENT”)

MAY 2018⠀2FACE⠀(FROM FULL ALBUM: “PUZZLE PIECE”)

OCT 2018⠀SOBER THOUGHTS⠀(FROM SINGLE: “SOBER THOUGHTS”)

Stretched so thin you’d think she was a rubber band on the verge of snapping, Sebin treats life like she’s on the run. Constantly moving, always talking, never taking a moment to breathe in fear an idea dissipates or her concentration dissolves. She’s a force of nature when she’s in the zone, but her everyday sunny disposition is one that makes her all too easily likeable. All-around lovely—as long as you don’t get in her way.

Sebin thinks she got all her neuroticism and need for over-perfection from her mother. She hadn’t known much about their state of living as a child, but apparently it meant lots of too-long dinners with other adults she couldn’t remember the name of even if her parents reminded her three times over, wearing clothes that always felt too new to break in, and keeping up appearances at all times. Once she’d grown up, she realised they were just wealthy. Clothing was her father’s business of choice, and she thinks she shares his love for beauty, for seeing visions come to life by their own hands—although for her it channeled in different ways. While he loved intricate stitching and the feel of expensive fabric against his fingers, Sebin was always more enamoured with make-up (although fashion never truly left her heart). The heaps of tubes filled with lipsticks and glosses and mascaras her mother owned (which she helped herself to more than a few times over the years), how one shade could compliment one person and insult another—she felt there was a way to learn it, and she very badly wanted to.

Beauty school felt like her calling, and it only took a little bit of begging for her parents to agree to let her go—with the catch that she’d have to take night classes to get a more standard education alongside it, which she agreed to easily. She enjoyed her time there to the fullest, finally beginning to learn all the ways around the thing she’d been so fascinated with as a child. Of course, she became aware that the standards in Korea weren’t the same everywhere, and so on their yearly summer vacations to whatever foreign country her mother was dying to visit she’d find a way to steal a few afternoons to herself to try and get a few more tips and tricks from people who’d had a completely different perspective on beauty than she had over their years. Broken English and hastily scribbled drawings on the notepad she’d dedicated to carrying around with her was all she could communicate via for the first few years of these trips, but over time she brushed up on a couple languages to have at her disposal also. Sebin was determined to ‘master beauty,’ as she called it, in every way possible. Hairstyles for all types of hair, looks for all types of faces, clothes for every type of body, beauty for every type of person.

Her job at JAGUAR came about due to her want to get out into the real working world, and the idol industry was the best fit for her dream. Her looks on people’s faces? On their bodies as they performed for all their fans to see? She would do anything for it, and when she walked into the interview room she said just that, eagerness spilling out of mouth as she spoke a mile a minute. She jumped for joy (literally) when she was accepted, and threw her all into the job from the first day. Her and Yeseul got along like a house on fire from the first time they met, which was another thing she was over the moon about. Sure, getting to know Insu and Yoonhae was a little hard at first, and she felt a tad intimidated by Joosun, but she soon warmed up to all of them, and they did the same with her in kind. Her and Joosun got particularly close, seeing as they were the only official creative team members at the time—everything else being mostly outsourced—and he’s still one of her closest friends today. While she’d ditched the rather childish dream of ‘mastering beauty’ a while ago, what she gets to do today is everything she’d hoped for and more.

NAME⠀ㅇ⠀SON SEBIN  ( 손세빈. )

BORN⠀ㅇ⠀JULY 8,  1994

POSITION⠀ㅇ⠀STYLIST

PLAYED BY⠀ㅇ⠀HEO YOUNGJI

Often referred to as Joosun’s female counterpart (if he ever went down the dance route), Miryung—or Vicki, as she uses at work—has quickly become known for her gruelling sessions and little sympathy for stragglers. She’s perfectly pleasant after work hours are over (if a tad standoffish at first), but if the only place you’ve been face-to-face is the studio, then chances are you don’t like her much.

Miryung doesn’t quite know where she got her tough-loving nature from. Her mother and father were as doting as they could afford to be when mostly living paycheck to paycheck in order to support both her and her younger brother, and it wasn’t as if she was put through any particular torment at school. But her brother was bullied quite relentlessly, and so she got used to pulling her hair back and getting sharper acrylics in order for it to hurt more when she went to scratch and kick and belittle the perpetrators right back, so she supposed it may have rooted around that time. Her skin got thicker and her eyes got colder, and in some ways she became a bully right back—but she didn’t let herself think about that too hard. She was just doing the right thing as a sister, even if her acts of violence were sometimes a little too far over the top.

As she grew older, she realised that maybe putting all the pent up anger she seemed to be housing into something else would be better, and that was how she found dance. She found a class, picked it up quick and got better quicker, and by fourteen she was standing in as an assistant instructor for the younger kid’s classes on weekends. That was where the desire to teach came from, too. She saw more and more people like herself over the years, people just looking for an escape or to channel everything negative brewing inside them into something more productive, something better for their peace of mind. Her mean streak calmed down the more and more she threw herself into both performing and teaching every style of dance she could think of, although her no-nonsense way of teaching remained—she found it was just.. Easier to keep it that way. Praise and comfort never fell easy from her mouth, always sounded too stilted to be genuine.

JAGUAR came about when Miryung was looking to expand her teaching abilities at places other than the multiple classes she was now handling as a nineteen year old. She wasn’t about to bite off more than she could chew, so a relatively small scale company was what she was looking for—and found, in JAGUAR. Wrangling trainees into shape was easy after all the practice she’d had, however rude they were to start with. What was first simple instructing soon began to morph into choreographing, and after years of making up routines for her classes to follow along with that didn’t come as any particular hurdle either. She felt like she’d finally found her true calling, something she was born to do. That’s where Vicki came from—victory. She’d won.

NAME⠀ㅇ⠀YOON ‘VICKI’ MIRYUNG  ( 윤미령. )

BORN⠀ㅇ⠀APRIL 30,  1997

POSITION⠀ㅇ⠀CHOREOGRAPHER

PLAYED BY⠀ㅇ⠀CHOI ‘YUJU’ YUNA

[hermitknut]

Historical Preoccupations

Hi!

So I decided a few years ago that my history + geography knowledge was dreadful and I wanted to work on it, and I've been doing that slowly. But after getting into the Nine Worlds books by Victoria Goddard, I've been reading a lot about the history of the Pacific Islands, Polynesia, and the Pacific Ocean generally, as well as related topics.

I approach everything I read with a certain amount of caution, as I am not a historian (and don't have all the tools to mind to figure out how reliable my sources are, especially as I am in the UK and most of them are not coming from the actual area in question), but it's been an enjoyable ride so far!

I thought I'd throw together a list of all the things I've been reading / have on my to read shelf with some thoughts on them. I can mostly only tell you about how readable/accessible/interesting the text is, so please don't take this as any comment on accuracy/lack of bias.

I'm making a pinned post for my tumblr that will link to this, and I'm going to try and update it as I read things.

Sea People by Christina Thompson

This was the first one I read, and I really enjoyed it! I think there's a bit of a light touch on the impact of colonialism, but her writing style is very easy to read and I found the way she approached the history very helpful. She does start with European contact, but she goes through each point in history and what they thought the history of Polynesia was and why, with what their biases brought to it. Which was fascinating!

Voyagers by Nicholas Thomas

This was a drier read than the Thompson, but it covered roughly the same historical span and helped add a different angle in a few places. The illustrations/photos were very helpful, too, and it's broken up into small enough sections to keep it moving.

Blue Machine by Helen Czerski

A slight step to the left, topic-wise - this is about how the ocean works, how it effects the world, and how people and animals use it. It opens and closes with the author's time sailing near Hawai'i on an outrigger canoe, and while some of the science went over my head, most of it was really interesting and gave me a much more layered picture of what's going on in all that water.

Pacific by Philip J. Hatfield

This is a beautifully illustrated book that is going through the history of the area in small slices. It's very readable, and has been a good overview that overlapped with some of my previous reading and helped me to solidify some of the knowledge I've been learning in my mind.

A Brief History of the Pacific by Jeremy Black

Disappointing. While the author was much more confident tackling the world wars (upon investigation, military history appears to be his area of academic speciality), I found his attitude towards the earlier histories (particularly the overly defensive and outright weird introduction to the section on Cook) made me rather suspicious of his knowledge on the subject. It's also badly organised and poorly written - like going through a junk drawer of semi-academic writing. Not at all what I'd hoped from the way it was pitched.

Upcoming reads:

Sailing Alone by Richard J. King

Another slight step to one side, this is a collection of stories of solo-sails seems fascinating - hopefully it's as interesting as it looks!

Waves Across the South by Sujit Sivasundaram

I'm somewhat intimidated by this one because it's ~500 pages, but hopefully I can tackle it this year, because it does sound really interesting, and like it's going to go into some greater socio-political depth than my previous reads. Fingers crossed!

Oceania: The Shape of Time by Maia Nuku

The first art book I've ever owned! I think it's going to go into more technical art detail than I'd usually read, but that's probably good for me in the branching-out sense. And it's a beautifully made book, heavy on the photographs and images.

Under consideration:

I'm not letting myself buy any more until I've caught up, but these are some of the other titles I know about (and am eyeing with varying degrees of interest - I definitely want the Low, though I'm currently having trouble sourcing it).

The Happy Isles of Oceania by Paul Theroux

Hawaiki Rising by Sam Low

Come on Shore and We Will Kill and Eat You All by Christina Thompson

Wayfinding by M R O'Connor

Wayfinding by Michael Bond

I'd love to hear any suggestions of titles on the topic, particularly anything from Polynesian authors!

[devizakura]

Betty Lou - Hazbin Hotel OC

Basic info:

Species: Winner Angel

Physical age: 28

Death year: 1956

Height: more or less equal to Lucifer's

Likes:

tinkering and making wind-up toys

sweets

trying out new hobbies

helping others

cooking (especially for others)

swing dancing

Dislikes:

being horrible at baking

when someone acts like a know-it-all despite being blatantly incorrect

needless violence

unequal relationships

confrontation

Overview:

Betty is friendly, curious, and quite straightforward. She was born in the south of the US and as such, has a bit of a Southern accent, though leaning more towards a theatrically fancy version of it (think Scarlett O'Hara from "Gone with the Wind").

She never married out of disdain for feeling dominated in a relationship, and so lived alone by making a humble living as a music tutor. She died of cardiac arrest, with no one around to help her in time.

Despite dedicating a large part of her life to charity work, she would often contemplate if she's truly a good person or just doing all that work to convince herself that she is. Now in Heaven, she still watches her every step to make sure she's not doing anything bad, and if she makes even the smallest misstep, she feels immense guilt for it.

Her favorite thing about Heaven? Infinite time to learn all sorts of new skills, mostly on the creative side - it was there that she learned to assemble simple machinery and wind-up toys. However, if she doesn't do at least semi-decently at first, she's very quick to give up, and as such has sworn off learning how to paint and bake for the most part - as much as she excels at cooking, all her pastries and cakes come out either slack-baked or burnt, something she laments as she loves sweets.

Notable relationships:

Sir Pentious - friend, then crush

Betty met Sir Pentious shortly after he had started using the building she lived in as a personal workshop. They became "tinkering buddies" and bonded over their shared love for building machines.

She is the one to fall for him first, making peace with her feelings after a brief period of inner conflict. It takes Sir Pentious quite some time to get over his old love back in Hell (even though she moved on rather quickly - not to fault her, of course, as for all she knows he's gone for good and they weren't even officially a thing) but he does eventually end up reciprocating.

Because their ship is more of a slowburn, you will see them refer to each other as friends in my work a lot of the time, but that doesn't change that their endgame is romantic!

Molly - best friend

They regularly have their "girls' nights in" where they gossip and have fun. Never too old for a sleepover!

Emily - idol

They barely know each other personally if at all, but Betty really looks up to her, to the point where she'll get really nervous and awkward trying to impress her if she gets the chance.

[satoshi-mochida]

Hyper Light Breaker launches in Early Access on January 14, 2025 - Gematsu

Roguelite action game Hyper Light Breaker will launch in Early Access for PC via Steam on January 14, 2024, publisher Arc Games and developer Heart Machine announced. It is expected to remain in Early Access for about one year.

“We’re thrilled to be a part of Day of the Devs: The Game Awards Edition and finally reveal that Hyper Light Breaker will be launching in Early Access in just a month,” said Heart Machine founder and creative director Alx Preston in a press release. “From all of us at Heart Machine, we really can’t thank our community, friends and colleagues enough for all of the support over the years and sticking with us as we’ve worked on our most ambitious project yet. Launching Hyper Light Breaker in Early Access will be just the beginning, as we want the community to be part of the game’s development journey. We really can’t wait for players to join us in the Overgrowth to bring Hyper Light Breaker to its full potential.”

Here is an overview of the game, via Arc Games:

About

From Heart Machine, the award-winning team behind critically-acclaimed titles Hyper Light Drifter and Solar Ash, comes Hyper Light Breaker, a new cooperative roguelite adventure set in the beloved Hyper Light Drifter universe. Hyper Light Breaker is a brand-new entry in the Hyper Light franchise, with a unique story fully realized in 3D for the first time. Set decades prior to Drifter, Hyper Light Breaker has you take on the role of a Breaker, a mercenary tasked with entering the Overgrowth. Using a combination of fast-paced hack-and-slash combat, ranged weaponry and gadgets, players can expect to fight through and explore a wide array of procedurally-generated open worlds. Though you’ll start your journey trying to help the settlement, it’s clear that there’s something sinister in this long-forgotten land. Only through tenacity and rigorous exploration will you uncover the dark truths of the Crowns, The Abyss King and this brutal, eerie new landscape. Players can choose to play alone or with friends to explore open worlds, create new builds, rip through hordes and overcome the Crowns and the Abyss King.

Key Features

Ever-Changing Worlds to Explore

A world in disarray, with mysteries to solve, vicious enemies to fight, and full 3D environments to explore.

A vast, ever-changing, procedurally generated world awaits with large scale open biomes and deep labyrinths.

Worlds are procedurally generated with unique layouts, enemies, loot and rewards leading to multiple playthroughs.

Traverse landscapes with incredible freedom with a variety of abilities; wall-dashing, hoverboard, glider and more.

Join the Breakers

Battle through the Overgrowth alone or as a team in online co-operative play.

Face hordes of enemies and brutal bosses in frenetic third-person combat.

Rise to increasing challenges stacking through every run.

Explore, Collect and Destroy

Discover and unlock a wide arsenal of weapons, items and upgrades to create the ideal build for new runs.

Learn more about the Overgrowth from the fragmented memories of its mysterious defenders, the Crowns.

Bring back resources to help the settlement flourish over the course of your journey.

Watch a new trailer below.

Early Access Release Date Trailer

[ghoul-foolery]

Dirty Windows | 26

Hancock x Nora - A Fallout 4 Soulmate AU

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Fic Summary:

Hancock never thought he would find his soulmate. Once a common occurrence, soulmates turned into a bit of a rarity after the bombs dropped. It was to be expected when there was an influx of people getting shot in the face on a daily basis. So when Hancock discovered that he had a soulmate he was ecstatic; all of the people in the Commonwealth, and he was one of the lucky few.

Too bad his soulmate didn't want anything to do with him.

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No matter how busy Nora kept herself, time seemed to be at a standstill. With Arlen’s help, the water purifier was finished, tested, and tweaked to perfection. The machine, though a bit noisy, worked like a dream. After their little project was deemed a success, they worked to log a finalized list of the materials and instructions into the Pip-Boy. It felt like hours of work. Nora was sure that half a day had passed – the clock mockingly informed her that she had only burned a couple of hours.

Yippee. 

With a muttered thanks to Arlen, she migrated to the garden to pull weeds and harvest produce. Keeping busy was the only way she was going to get through the day. Keeping her body moving kept some of the anxious jitters away, and occupying her mind became a necessity.

If she wasn’t deliberately steering her thoughts, they took a turn for the worst. They would immediately veer towards John, and her throat would feel tight, and she would imagine all of the potentially awful outcomes... So Nora kept herself occupied by reviewing ancient, outdated, study material. The Information that had been engraved into her brain for all eternity was now totally useless, but there was comfort in the familiarity so long as she could stay focused. 

Unfortunately, what would start as a steady flow of law overviews and associated court cases would take a dark, dark turn the very moment it was able. Tort law to criminal law to Good Samaritan law to — John. John getting hurt. John ending up dead. Or worse.

Talking helped keep things on track. So she took to talking to herself. Well, grumbling mostly. And as crazy as it made her look, she quite simply did not care. The ghouls at the Slog had witnessed her mutterings frequently enough. 

As soon as the weeds in the garden were eradicated, MacCready decided it was time to take her out for a bit of a breather. The man approached her slowly, hesitantly, eyebrows a little scrunched under his hat. Without so much as a word of warning, he took hold of her arm and pulled her to her feet. And he didn’t let go as he announced that they were taking a walk. It was only when Nora started to resist — “Hold on, let me get my gun.” — when he pulled her along with a little more force and authority.

“Why don’t you have it on you? Know what? It doesn’t matter. I’ll protect you, okay? Now let’s get the ffff-heck out of here for a bit. You’re driving me crazy with all your grumbling.”

With a little more complaining, Nora fell into step and followed his lead. The exercise immediately helped. Expending a little bit of the pent up energy soothed the harsher edges of her nerves. Committing her attention to surveying their surroundings quieted her thoughts. 

MacCready was a thorough scout as he walked. While he kept the conversation running he would stop to survey their surroundings, occasionally peering down his scope of his rifle. It was done with practiced ease. When a threat presented itself, he was all business. The chatter stopped, and he took aim. On more than one occasion, he suddenly crouched down and passed Nora the rifle. With his presence at her side, his voice a gentle whisper, he walked her through taking aim, controlling her breath, and eventually taking the shot.

For being such a punk, he was a surprisingly good teacher. He was patient, but also a bit mouthy when she messed up. Nora accepted the criticism with amused silence, and did her best to learn and do better.

“He’ll be fine, ya know,” MacCready said as he slowed to a stop. They had drifted out of the wooded landscape and out towards the remnants of a roadway. He took a seat on top of the hood of the skeletal remains of a car. With his rifle draped over his lap, he reached into his pocket and withdrew a pack of cigarettes. He pulled one from the pack with his lips, then shook out one for her.

“No thanks,” Nora murmured, taking a seat beside him. “I don’t smoke.”

“Heh, give it time. This place will drive you to do more than just start smoking.” They sat in silence, as he lit up his cigarette and enjoyed the first few puffs. When Nora shifted back along the hood and started sifting through the contents of his rucksack, he said nothing but allowed her to pull the straps from his arms. A mostly empty bottle of water was pulled free. She took a quick drink before passing it to him. 

“I meant what I said, Nor. Hancock knows what he’s doing. He’ll be fine.” He took the bottle and finished the contents with a hearty gulp. 

Nora sighed, “I just wish he had someone with him.”

“He would usually take someone with him for this sort of thing, but for this Cecil guy? Sh—tuff is personal.”

“Personal might be a strong word for it.”

MacCready sighed smoke. Nora waved it away, frowning at the ground as he glanced her way. “Someone in your little settlement was selling information on you, ya know. That’s why I’m up in your neck of the woods.”

“Selling information…”

MacCready, glanced at her, adjusting his hat to keep the gradually setting sun out of his eyes, “Yep.”

She turned to face him, eyebrows knitting together. Someone sold information on her, selling it to – who? Who would care? Of course she already knew the answer. It was the reason why those two scumbags at the drive-in seemed to know about her. 

She’s fuckin’ crazy, the creep had said. They didn’t say she was crazy.

The anxious tension that gathered in her shoulders was nothing compared with the rage that made her eyes sting. She blinked hard once, twice, to push the feeling away.

“Oh.” She had assumed that at worst there had been rumors that someone had crawled out of an otherwise dead vault. “I… Why?” Why sell information? Why sell information about her?

“People buy and sell people out here all the time. There are folks out here who would pay good caps to get their hands on someone fresh from a vault,” MacCready replied. 

Nora’s jaw worked. People selling people. People selling information about people. For slavery; for sex. Industries, products, as old as time, withstanding the test of time. And nukes. Because why wouldn’t they.

He nudged his shoulder against hers, jostling her out of her darkening thoughts. “Hey, I took care of it. Nothing to worry about, okay? And lucky you, you got a soulmate who is taking care of the rest.”

Nora suddenly wanted more than just a cigarette. She wanted a drink. She wanted to scream. “I trusted those people,” she said, her voice weak.

“Gotta be careful who you trust, Nor,” he said, swaying back into her shoulder, then leaning away, only to come swaying right back to nudge into her. She cast him a side-long glance just as he leaned into her again. “You can trust me, though. I’m good people.”

“Uh huh.”

“And not all of them were bad.”

Nora tried to avoid the next collision from his shoulder, but he became rather deliberate with his assault. When she leaned to avoid him, he leaned further in pursuit. And when Nora finally gave in, and went to shove her shoulder into his, he veered away, dodging her with ease. Nora huffed and was just about to try again when she noticed that he had redirected some of those darkening thoughts, and building anger with playful antics. And he’d done it with total ease. What a brat, she thought fondly. 

“Was it Marcy?”

He guffawed, “Ya know, it’s funny you say that. Lady is meaner than a pissed off rattlesnake, but the second I started asking her about you she told me to fuck —frick, frick — off.”

“She did not.”

“Oh yes she did.”

“Huh. Guess I need to apologize,” Nora grumbled. She let silence hang between them before continuing. “Hey, you wouldn’t mind tagging around for a couple of weeks, would you?” she asked as she slipped from the hood of the car and to her feet. “I was going to head back to Sanctuary, make them a water purifier. I have to get the materials for another one, though, and—“

“Sure.”

She turned to face him, brows raised in surprise. “Really?”

“Well you're going to pay me, right?"

RJ asking for payment almost hurt. Whether it was because he was John’s guy, or because she had thought that they had become fast friends, she had assumed that he would have just agreed to help. Would she even be able to afford a mercenary? What kind of price did something like that run for?

"Nor, I'm kidding. Hancock is paying me." He slid from the car, gripping the butt of the rifle as he propped the length against his shoulder. She took his rucksack to split the burden, lacing her arms through the straps. "That didn't sound much better," he said distantly. "He's paying me because he understands that I have to make a living. We’re buds, but a man’s gotta eat.”

That was fair. Nora could accept that. She trusted John, she wanted to believe that he wouldn't send some easily-bought mercenary to watch over her, and MacCready seemed earnest.

“Maybe think twice before telling me I can’t play games on the Pip-Boy, though.”

Nora rolled her eyes as hard as she could for the sake of dramatics, pressing her palm into his chest and giving him a shove. “You’re such a brat.”

-

Nora couldn’t sleep. 

Anticipation built every hour that passed. It grew later, and later, and Nora found herself waiting for that dreadful, familiar, gut-wrenching pain to render her soul to shreds. Every second, every minute, every hour was bringing her closer and closer to the inevitable. The universe would chew her up, and spit her back out, and she’d be left broken and in pieces but forced to keep going. 

The unrest was so terrible that Nora found herself pacing the perimeter of the tarberry pool. It was approaching three in the morning when she felt John’s end of the bond tentatively brush against her senses. A beat later and she was groaning, as she crumbled to the ground. Pain erupted along her ribs, her arm, her whole chest. It was hard to breathe, hard to think – she struggled to block out the pain. 

Her vision swam, as she managed to warble, “J-John?”

"Hey, honey," came the exhausted whisper. "Just... wanted t'see if you were a...wake..."

"What happened?" She reached for him, trying to sift through her own wavering vision of the Slog’s pool, and the drifting vision of too bright lights and a far away ceiling. He was on his back, he was– in so much pain–

"Everything is... fine. Got my shit rocked though. Fucking asshole witha baseball bat… sonnovafuck.”

The more John spoke, the weaker his voice became, until he faded off with a final expletive. Nora called after him, but there was no response. It was at that moment, when she came to terms with that fact that all she could do was sit and wait… 

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Tag/s: @takottai / @a-little-pebbl  / @yamatra / @bubblegum-bee-otch

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Note: Two more, friends!

[localyattafan]

This took a few days to make, but here’s a (mostly) comprehensive Dandy’s World Starter Guide! We made it since a friend wanted to get into the game and we wanted to give them a resource to learn the basics, and thought it would be useful to other people too!

It has everything a new player needs to know about DW’s gameplay mechanics, from floor types to item functions to each Twisted’s unique gimmicks. We may have gone a bit overboard on the details in some parts, but we were having a lot of fun making it so whatever!

We’re planning on updating it as more stuff gets added to the game; right now it should be accurate for everything up to and including the Christmas event.

If anything’s inaccurate, missing, or could be worded better, please tell us so we can fix it! We want to make this as accurate of a resource as possible ^^

Also feel free to share this around wherever! It has credits written into it.

(A heads up; we made it on PC so some of the formatting may be a little wonky on mobile if you don’t switch it to page layout mode!)

[lura-valentine]

The picture of Shoto does not belong to me

Hint

Set in the world of My Hero Academia / Boku no Hero Academia

Ongoing story – updates will follow

Multi-chapter fanfiction

Chapters will be linked as soon as they’re published

All characters belong to Kōhei Horikoshi, except for Rain and the mysterious man

Ship – DabiHawks × feminine OC

–> To Rain's Profil (OC)

Please note that English is not my first language. So forgive me for mistakes.

Concept of this fanfiction

Since the final war with the League of Villains, Touya has been dying. The doctors gave him only a few weeks, if at all, a few months, but the stubborn son of fire surprised everyone when he was still alive after 16 years.

He was only a shadow of his former self, trapped by vital machines, but something was keeping him alive, as if there was something else he needed to know...

Overview

Part 1 ☆ Part 2 ☆ Part 3 ☆ Part 4 ☆ Part 5 (W.I.P)

Rain's Part

Rain sat crouched on the edge of the roof, her eyes fixed on the main building of the Hero Commission. The night was quiet, almost too quiet for a city like this, and the moon hung high above the skyscrapers, casting its pale trail of light across the windows and facades. She had remained so close and yet unrecognized - just as she had learned. Her black cloak melted into the darkness, and her wings, which wrapped around her like a shadow, were little more than an outline in the dark night. The red feathers that sometimes glowed like blood in the light were now completely enveloped in the blackness.

Her deep red eyes followed the movement of Mr. Fischer as he left the Hero Commission building. She had long since seen through his routines - the carefree early morning walks, the visits to the most upscale restaurants in town, his nightly bar activities, always accompanied by expensive cars and discreet bodyguards. But now... now something had changed. The whole pattern he had followed before was out of balance.

Rain bit her lip when she noticed the police escort accompanying him, another sign that he no longer felt as safe as he had hoped. But what really made her suspicious was the place he had left - the Hero Commission. That meant only one thing. He had been with Hawks.

"He asked for protection," she murmured quietly, more to herself than to the person beside her. Her words were carried away by the gentle breeze that swept across the roof.

A young man landed quietly next to her, his wings spread wide before slowly closing around him. They were black, with a strange, almost ethereal bluish sheen that made them seem almost unreal in the darkness. The tips of his wings almost touched the ground, and his face was hidden under a face mask, a hood concealing his hair, only his eyes flashed as he looked down at Rain.

“That makes things far more complicated,” he said, his voice calm but firm. 

Rain nodded slowly. "Yes, it does," she agreed. Her voice sounded thoughtful, almost distant, as she continued to observe the events below. "But there is always a way to achieve one's goal." Her eyes narrowed slightly as she studied the details of the escort. "Hawks does not know what dark secret Mr. Fischer is really keeping."

The boy next to her was silent for a moment, as if taking in the weight of her words. He narrowed his eyes, his gaze also fixed on the man who was now getting into the vehicle, surrounded by police protection. It was strange, almost eerie, how calm he was in this situation, but it reflected a certain experience - a sign that this was not the first time he had been involved in such missions. 

“Will he fight?” he finally asked, his voice now a whisper. 

Rain smiled slightly, her lips curling just a little. "Hawks? No, he won't go for it. He knows it will take more than a few police to stop us if it comes down to it. And he won't see any reason to fight. Not yet."

The boy let the words sink in before finally nodding. "And what if it does happen?"

Rain raised her eyebrows and glanced at him. "Then it won't be easy. He's smart and we can't underestimate him. But you don't have to worry."

The boy shrugged his shoulders almost imperceptibly, but said nothing more. His silence was answer enough. Rain knew he was ready. But she was also aware that this mission was more complicated than it seemed. Mr. Fischer was not an easy man. 

Her eyes swept over the Hero Commission building one last time before she quietly stood up, her wings half-spread, ready to retreat into the shadows. "We'll watch a little longer," she said quietly, "and wait for the perfect moment."

Hawks Part

Hawks slowly woke up as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his luxurious apartment. The soft light danced across the elegant wooden floor and gradually illuminated the room. His body felt heavy, like after a long night without any real rest, but he was used to it. Constantly being on call, constant responsibility - that had been his life for years. With a quiet groan, he rolled out of the large, velvety bed and pulled on the gray dressing gown that was lying on the armchair next to him.

He slowly shuffled into the open kitchen, his eyes half open as he looked around the quiet rooms. It was almost too quiet here, as always. He was used to the solitude in his penthouse above the city, but sometimes, in moments like this, it felt overwhelming. The coffee machine hummed quietly as he put the coffee on, the warm smell quickly filled the room and brought him back to reality a little. 

With the cup in hand, he strolled out onto the terrace, which offered a breathtaking view of the city. From here, everything could be seen. The sea glittered in the distance, and the traffic below was little more than a murmur that mixed with the cool morning air. Hawks sipped his coffee and took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the horizon.

His cell phone vibrated in the pocket of his bathrobe and he slowly pulled it out. Shoto. Enji had apparently already told him about the assignment. Hawks answered the call and leaned against the railing of the terrace.

"Hey, Shoto," he greeted calmly, his voice still a little rough from waking up.

"Hawks," Shoto replied coolly, composed as always. "My father said you wanted to see me about an assignment."

Hawks smiled a little. Enji was as efficient as ever. "Yes, exactly. It's about a Mr. Fischer. He's a businessman from Europe, and he's been receiving death threats. The Hero Commission was asked to provide him with a bodyguard, and I immediately thought of you."

Shoto was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about the words. "Why me?" he finally asked.

Hawks took another sip of coffee and stared into the distance as he chose his words. "Because I believe you are the only one strong enough to face the threat if it comes to that. I can give you more details in two hours when you come to my office."

"Understood," came Shoto's brief reply. "I'll be there."

Before Hawks could hang up, he added, "Be prepared for it to be more than just a few simple threats. It might be more complicated than we think."

Shoto didn't answer immediately, but his voice was calm and determined. "I'm ready. See you later."

Hawks lowered his phone and stared at the rising sun, lighting up the sky in delicate shades of pink and gold. The thought of Rain - and the feathers he'd held in his hands yesterday - burned itself deep into his consciousness. They were so unmistakable, yet so inexplicable. Why is she suddenly back in Japan? Why now? Something big was brewing, and he felt the air around him thicken, as if the world had held its breath.

He took a deep sip of his coffee, the bitter aroma helping him to sort out his cloudy thoughts for a moment. The taste and the warm liquid gave him a small anchor in the midst of the chaos that was spreading inside him. Slowly he put the cup down and went back into the apartment. The calm that surrounded him was a sharp contrast to the storm in his head.

Once in the bathroom, he splashed cold water on his face, let the cold shock sink in, and then began to brush his teeth routinely. The mirror in front of him showed his face - a face that had aged in recent years, even if he would never admit it. His time as a hero had left its mark, and the loss of his Quirk had changed him in ways he still couldn't quite get over.

The shower brought the clarity he needed to sort out the day ahead. The warmth of the water relaxed his muscles, but his thoughts were not so easy to wash away.

As he dressed - smoothing the tailored suit that made him look immaculate as always - his gaze wandered around the apartment. Everything was perfectly organized, a certain emptiness in the meticulous cleanliness. He reached for his watch when his gaze stopped at the fireplace.

There hung the katana. The weapon that had accompanied him in the final war against the League, when he could no longer rely on his feathers. For a moment, Hawks stood motionless; the katana was more than just a tool to him. It was a symbol that he could fight even without his Quirk - that he was not only a hero, but also an agent, trained in a business that was far dirtier than the glamour of the hero's life.

He slowly walked to the fireplace and picked up the katana. It was heavy in his hands, but familiar. He drew it from its scabbard and the scarlet blade flashed in the light. The color reminded him of his own feathers, before he lost them. A bitter smile played on his lips. He had once been able to rely on his feathers, they had been a part of him. Now he had to rely on his own skills as a fighter - and on the mind that had always kept him afloat.

The thought of Rain and her Quirk made him pause. If she was really back, and really involved, then Shoto would have to fight her alone. And he didn't like that. Rain was incredibly strong, and her Quirk - those dark, deadly flames - made her a dangerous opponent. And then there was that unknown feather, that mysterious companion at her side.

Hawks knew what he had to do. He had to see Rain again. Not just to solve the case, but to finally get answers. Why had she simply disappeared back then? Why had she left him and Touya behind without saying a word? 

He swung the katana experimentally in the air, the red glow of the blade flashing dangerously. Then he put it back in its sheath and hung it on his belt. The decision had been made. Rain would have to give him answers - and this time he would not leave without them.

With a firm step he left his apartment and made his way to his office.

Time jump to the office

As Hawks entered the office building, he was greeted by his secretary, who was waiting for him with her usual professional smile. 

"Good morning, sir. Your appointments for today are as planned," she said with practiced precision.

Hawks nodded briefly, but his gaze was already fixed on the office. "Change the plans," he said, stopping in front of her desk. "Shoto Todoroki will be here any minute. Let him go straight to me, without any detours." 

The secretary raised an eyebrow, but immediately wrote something down on her tablet without asking. 

"And one more thing: cancel all my appointments for the next two weeks. I will personally join this mission."

"All appointments?" she asked, surprised, but when she saw his determined look, she nodded quickly. "Understood. I will cancel everything and note your absence."

Hawks nodded again, feeling the tension rising within him as he got closer to the inevitable moment. "Thank you."

He continued down the hall, his footsteps echoing softly on the smooth marble floor. His office was large, luxuriously furnished, with an impressive glass facade that offered a breathtaking view of the city. As he closed the door behind him, he took a deep breath and leaned against it for a moment, his head tilted back slightly as if trying to ward off the rising nervousness.

He walked to his desk, dropped into the comfortable chair, and opened one of the drawers. His eyes fell on the black envelope. The feathers, the death threats - everything was there, ready to hand, like a silent reminder of what was at stake. Hawks took out the envelope and laid it on the table, his fingers running involuntarily over the matte paper.

A quiet knock on the door distracted him.

"Come in," he called.

The door opened and Shoto Todoroki entered. He was now a mature hero, his stature impressive and confident. At 32, he had gained his experience, and it was reflected in his every move. His two-tone hair had grown a little longer, and his scar on the left side of his face seemed to have grown with him, as part of his history and identity.

"Shoto," Hawks greeted him with a nod, leaning back slightly and letting his gaze wander over the hero for a moment. "Thank you for coming so quickly."

Shoto stepped closer, his eyes serious. "Enji said you wanted me for a special assignment."

Hawks pointed to the chair across from his desk. "Sit down."

Shoto sat down, his eyes fixed on Hawks. "What exactly is the assignment?"

Hawks sighed, picked up the envelope and placed it on the table in front of Shoto. "This was leaked to me. It's death threats against a man named Mr. Fischer, businessman. And... these feathers." He opened the envelope and the dark feathers shimmered slightly in the office light.

Shoto leaned forward, narrowing his eyes at the feathers. "Feathers? Someone you know?"

Hawks nodded slowly. "Yes. I have a suspicion. These feathers belong to Rain Black."

Shoto raised an eyebrow. "Rain Black? Who is that?"

Hawks hesitated, then leaned back again and folded his arms in front of his chest. "It's complicated. Rain is... an old ally, you could say. But she disappeared a long time ago. And now she's suddenly back, seems to be after Fischer." He paused, looking directly at Shoto. "That's why I need you. Rain is incredibly strong. Her Quirk, those dark flames, make her a dangerous opponent. I want you to protect Mr. Fischer."

Shoto studied him for a moment, his eyes cold and analytical. "You think I'm the only one who can take on her."

"Yes," Hawks confirmed. "Your Quirk - you might be able to withstand their fire, at least better than anyone else. And I need someone I trust."

Shoto leaned back slightly and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "And you're sure she's the one who's after him?"

Hawks nodded slowly. "There's little doubt. The question is why. Rain and her brother Ryen are not known for targeting innocent people. Something is wrong here, and I want to find out what."

Shoto looked at the feathers, his eyes thoughtful. "If that's true, then this is far more complicated than a simple protection mission."

"That's it," Hawks said quietly. "That's why I'm joining this mission."

Shoto looked at him, surprised. "You want to come with us?"

Hawks' lips twisted into a bitter smile. "It's not just about Fischer. It's about answers. I need them... after all these years." His voice dropped to a whisper. "Just like Touya." He said the name calmly, but the gravity behind it did not go unnoticed.

Shoto paused, his eyes widening slightly. His brother's name hung in the air for a moment, and Shoto looked at Hawks as if he wasn't sure he'd heard him correctly. "Touya?" he asked quietly, almost suspiciously. 

Hawks nodded slowly, his bitter smile returning. "Yes, your brother. Rain... she was one of the reasons why he hated me so much. Why he could never forgive me."

Shoto shook his head in disbelief. "Rain and Touya? That doesn't make sense... she wasn't even there when things escalated with the league." 

Hawks looked at the envelope of feathers in front of him and crossed his arms over his chest. His gaze was fixed on Shoto, as if waiting for an unspoken reaction. "It's more complicated than you think, Shoto. Rain was... Touya's lover... and mine too."

Shoto's brow furrowed and his mind raced. "Wait... you're saying she had a relationship with both of you? At the same time?"

Hawks nodded, as if he knew how unbelievable all of this must sound. "Yes. It was... a love triangle, if you will. Touya and I - we were young back then, had no clear ideas about love, relationships or even loyalty. But Rain... she triggered something in both of us, something that connected us in a strange way. Until one day she just disappeared. Without an explanation."

Shoto looked at Hawks, still visibly confused but also curious. "You think that's why Touya still holds such a grudge against you?"

Hawks let out a soft sigh, his eyes looking tired as he looked back into the past. "Touya blames me for her disappearance. He thinks I had something to do with it. That I'm the reason she's gone. No matter how many times I've told him I'm just as in the dark as he is."

Shoto leaned back, ran a hand over his face and tried to process the new information. "Touya has always been... difficult," he muttered. "But I didn't know he was ever in love."

Hawks laughed softly, but it sounded empty and without joy. "Difficult is an understatement. After she left, everything fell apart between us. And when I betrayed the League... there was nothing left to save. Touya turned against me completely."

"And now Rain shows up again," Shoto said slowly, as if trying to piece together the puzzle.

"Exactly," Hawks confirmed. "And I need answers. Not just for me, but for your brother too. There's so much unspoken between the three of us. And I feel like Rain is the key to all of that."

Shoto nodded, but his eyes were serious, almost worried. "What if she's not ready to give you those answers?"

Hawks shrugged, his gaze hardening. "Then I'll have to get her to do it. I'm not the naive guy I was back then. And if she has answers, I'll get them, one way or another."

Shoto looked at him silently, then slowly stood up. "Okay. We'll do this together. But you know that this can all be very dangerous, and that Rain is probably no longer the person you knew."

"Yes," Hawks agreed, standing up as well. "But neither do I."

They stood facing each other for a moment, then Shoto stepped to the door. "So, where to next?"

Hawks reached for his katana, which was leaning against the wall next to his desk. He pulled it out of its sheath, looked at the scarlet blade for a moment before putting it back and strapping it to his back. "We will go to Mr. Fischer. His house is on the outskirts of the city."

Shoto gave him a quick, searching look as they left the room and walked down the long hallway. "It feels strange to hear all this now. About Touya... about Rain... about you."

Hawks shrugged and smiled crookedly. "Life is rarely easy, Shoto. And sometimes the most difficult truths come much later than we expected."

Shoto nodded slightly, but remained thoughtful. "Maybe you're right. But I know one thing for sure - I want to know for Touya why she broke his heart."

Hawks opened the door to the outside and let Shoto go first before taking a deep breath. "Then let's start looking for those answers."

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