#orca girls rise up

[finchwingart]

No.4 favourite animal, orca

[theredofoctober]

BONUS MANNA CONTENT

Between writing chapters I may drop fragments of 'Little One's diaries regarding her captivity under Will and Hannibal. Chronologically out of order

Characters: Reader or Little One (OC)/Will Graham

TW: eating disorders, noncon, kidnapping

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FUNERAL BELL

Diary,

I've forgotten what wind feels like, in here. The air is so still that I can almost see it, silver prisms cutting across everything like shattered glass. The wind, the rain, I hear it all the time, but what it felt like on my skin I don't remember, whatever's left of the sensation out of focus, like a mirage, like a dream.

I used to spend hours staring out of windows, waiting for appointments and difficult conversations to be over. Now it seems it's almost all I do, hopeless and forlorn. The leaves are maroon, and so many cleave to the branches still that it's like the world beyond Hannibal's house is holding a ragged breath, waiting for me to do something.

Waiting for me to do wrong.

I've grown superstitious, in this dark place, death place, this cenotaph of shadows. Every cobweb and shrouded corner is hungrier than I am, desperate for someone to throw its secrets to the light.

My fathers— they made me like this.

If they are men, and just men, then I'd fear to know anyone beyond these walls again in horror that they, too, might hide that sanguine appetite, not only to kill, but fuck and torment as they will, and anyone they want.

They didn't sleep with Abigail Hobbs, but tossed her between their affections like orcas toying with a stone-battered seal, tearing her to pieces in their ruinous embrace.

They tear and tear at me, too, but I don't die, will never die.

I've always believed that, in some way, my absence of eating made me immortal, cleansed me to such strengths that no ailment could touch me, no failure of organs, nor any symptom common to the things I did. Bed sores, losing my monthly blood, and all the bad temper I could summon failed to break me; even now, cold and logical before the desk my jailer brought for me, I'm sure my illness makes me special, blessed as the saints were that starved, as I do.

This struggle between me and the men— it makes all three of us feel so very much more alive, I see that now. But I resent the power they take from me, that they would quench the last fire I had to survive the nights I can't undo.

I use them, for what they will give me, which isn't much, unless I play their girl. It's getting easier, even without the drugs, to the point that when I hear that whimpering voice, and see the crumpled pantomime of my expression in a mirrored surface, I ask myself: am I just pretending, or is that me? Has that always been me, the fossil of my first self, dug forcefully to the surface?

I can't stop thinking about this afternoon, and what I did to purchase the rarity of a phone call to my parents. Hannibal will no longer allow it— I become too agitated, he says; he doesn't like me crying for others. He's possessive, like that, they both are. My pain is distilled in their bottles, to be savoured by its brewers alone.

Today I clambered onto Will's lap and offered myself for him to drink. I ground myself upon his desperation, watched veins rise upon his clenched fists as I made him hard under the malice of my motions. I tasted the malt of his sweat and the cologne on his pretty white neck as I kissed my way up to his red mouth.

"One," he said, grimly— he always says 'One', a grudging attempt at Dr Lecter's nickname for me. "What are you doing?"

"I want that call, Daddy," I whimpered, into his throat —the veins in it jump-jump-jumped; I wanted to crack them in my teeth like shells and watch him cool in waxen death in Dr Lecter's armchair. I wanted to cry in his shoulder like a princess orphaned by war. I wanted him to fill up the volcanic yawn of my hunger with his fingers and cock to pestle my grief.

"Hannibal said no, but I'll let you do anything," I said— traitor, fork-tongued liar. "I just want to hear their voices. Please, please, please—"

Will ran so hot beneath me I thought I'd made him ill with my affection. I think maybe I had. He wanted to fuck me until I wept; he wanted to put me to bed as though I was very small, and forget that he'd ever touched me, I could feel it.

"If he said no, then why are you asking me?" he asked, through gritted teeth, but I felt his hands on my waist, touching me so awkwardly, with so much needy want that suddenly I needed him inside me, just to squeeze my knuckles shut around that spare shred of power.

"Because you love me," I said, looking into the November waves of his soft eyes, "and I hate you. And you don't want me to hate you. So help me. Please. Please. Please."

I put my tongue into his slick mouth and he moaned so pathetically that I was in awe, for a moment, that he was my captor, and I was not his. But then he was ripping at his buckle like a monk fallen before God in his love of women, and I remembered that I was afraid of him— too late, as the perspiring moon flesh of his hands drew me apart, and he thrust his cock in me with my mouth still on his.

The pleasure— I wish I could pick it out like a knot, that I could put a pin through a doll of it and see it die. But I still feel it all, now, the shift of his pelvis up into mine, his shaking hands on the back of my neck, on my thighs, promise in every fumbled grasp.

I hated him, held back tears even as my middle gleamed with the dirt of him inside me.

"You can call home in the morning," he said, between kisses that will haunt me like the dead. "I'll convince Dr Lecter that you've earned it. And... I think you have."

I lay in his lap, afterwards, his seed warm within me, my face in his shirt, breathing him in, wishing the spores of his pale skin alone could kill me.

Galerina marginata, they call the Funeral Bell, a mushroom that poisons its eater. I'm starting to think that I'm like that, to Will and Hannibal; for every bite of me they dig, dig down into an earthen darkness.

I think I want to see how far they'll go.

[abyssalcunters]

humbly requesting some andreana in heat while the other hunters are away akfjsjdjsh 👉👈

OOOOOOOH YOU ARE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE GIRL

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As tended to happen to her, it hit Andreana at the most inconvenient possible time. 

She felt it as she was finishing lunch, a molten heat dripping down her spine, her tentacles curling tight against her back of their own accord, dropping their normal subtle striping for a deep, uniform grey.

She felt it ripple over her skin, hot pins and needles as chromatophores in her skin shifted, the same glistening grey shimmering along her thighs, up her chest, only with a fierce exertion of her will preventing it from spreading down her arms or up her neck, sweat beading at her temple with the effort. 

“Andi? Are you okay?” 

Andreana twitched, coming back to herself, tentacles squeezing tighter unconsciously as her eyes flicked up to see the rest of her table looking at her with a mix of curiosity and concern. The exception was Kirara, who glanced at her from where she was tucked into Utage’s side with a sympathetic wince as Andreana tugged her mask back up over her mouth, making hasty excuses before darting out of the cafeteria.

I guess there must be a God, Andreana thought as she staggered through her door, her two denticulated tentacles crawling up her shirt of their own accord, lacing rings beading with blood over her chest as they tugged, harsh, not harsh enough, at her breasts, because he Fucking hates me.

She closed her eyes, sinking back against the door, two (non-toothed, thankfully) arms deft with dedicated practice slipping her belt loose and allowing her pants to drop free around her knees. 

It hit her in full force as she dragged one arm through her arousal-damp bush, knees buckling with the wave of desperation sweeping through her at the merest hint of touch, of satisfaction.

It wasn’t close to enough, though.

Andreana knew it wasn’t even as she worked the first arm into her, a keening sob tearing from her throat at the sensation of being filled, at nearing some scrap of relief before the rising tide of her heat yanked it away from her again. 

Why did it have to be now? Her Hunters, her podmates (as Skadi called them) out of reach, the three of them in Iberia for the next day or two. She clenched around herself at the thought, another sob ripping through her at the painful tug in her chest that those she trusted enough to place herself in their hands weren’t here to cradle her gently. 

She screwed her eyes shut as she stretched her other arm to slip between her ass cheeks, no hesitation or gentle massaging or warm-up before slamming it home. She could almost hear Shark’s tinkling laugh at her breathless gasp, feel the hand at her throat pulling her back onto her strap, if she allowed herself a suspension of disbelief she could almost rationalize the bite of her serrated suckers as the loving cut of Laurentina’s teeth. 

She twisted the arm in her cunt, letting out a gut-punched half sob as she doubled it over itself, a pale imitation of how Skadi felt inside her; not hot enough, not heavy enough, not with the same presence of power and protective love she always always felt from Skadi, no matter how roughly her Orca was treating her. 

Desperation welled in her as she peaked and plateaued, that knife-edge of pleasure unattainable on her own, unable to tip herself past her own breaking point no matter how raw she fucked herself. 

Then the image of Gladiia swam through her hazy mind, her Captain’s gloved, deft fingers finding her aching, throbbing clit, whispering encouragements in one of her rare moments of tenderness, and as Andreana mirrored with her own hand her Captain’s movements she screamed, and cried, and shattered. 

She held herself, collapsed against the door, too-large shirt Skadi had left on some past meeting gripped white-knuckled, and cried for a long time. 

Some time later, the Captain of the Abyssal Hunters would receive a message on a communications line that four people in the world had access to. Fifteen minutes later, a Rhodes Island tiltrotor was dispatched to recover three of the deadliest, most efficient fighters in the known world, who had encountered an “unavoidable setback” and needed to be brought back to the landship immediately. 

Dr. Kal’tsit scheduled their debrief for several days later, citing “necessary medical leave”.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ! i love her

[medea10]

My Review of The Rising of the Shield Hero: 3rd Season

Seriously, I forgot this was coming back for the fall season. But there was no way I was going to forget that season three was coming. Crunchyroll jumped several guns to not only announce a second season to The Rising of the Shield Hero, but announce a third season in the same breath. This was in 2019. Do you know how long ago 2019 was? What could have caused my blah attitude and pessimism to come up here? Season two happened.

Oh, but Medea, Myne wasn’t involved in season two. How could it be that bad?

Okay, Myne had her bitchy hands all over season one and I loved that season. Season two was rushed to a point where I need ten volumes of the light novel to get the jist of what the fuck just happened. Me not seeing Myne was a treat and if she was involved in season two, my opinion would still stand.

HISTORY: Isekai. Shield. Outcast. Blah, blah, blah! Here’s season one and season two.

SEASON THREE: Shit, the bitch is in the OP theme. I’m going to lose my shizzle on this review, aren’t I?

In the aftermath of the tortoise arc, there’s a glitch that seems to be affecting how Naofumi sees stats and part of his shield. Then, we’ve got the queen relying on Naofumi once more as it seems that the other three heroes are missing in action. Bitch is too. Normally, I would say good riddance on everybody disappearing, I hope they get eaten by a giant chicken. But that’s just my anger popping up again. I have leftover resentment from season one where I just want retribution for Naofumi. I know they’re technically heroes, but they’re shit-heroes. And as for bitch, I hope that she’s not only eaten by a giant chicken and shit out off of a cliff. She must be up to no good knowing her. And then there’s a little something that really grinded Naofumi and Raphtalia’s gears. Demi-humans and slavery!

Yeah, it’s not a modern Isekai without slave-trades.

Naofumi and his team wind up competing in an underground fight club. Save some twin tiger demi-humans. Don’t get too excited, this tournament arc was only the span of 1 or 2 episodes. They do go back to the underground fight club near the end of the season, but it’s not worth mentioning. Naofumi is staying true to saving previously enslaved demi-humans. Meanwhile, we’ve got a phoenix-sized wave about to occur in a couple of months and no one knows where the other heroes are. This season, we get to know more about the other three heroes; Ren, Motoyasu, and Itsuki. Not only what happened to them during the tortoise arc, but before they were sent to this world.

Motoyasu was ditched by his entire team when he couldn’t even make a dent in the tortoise from last season. Itsuki went full-on Judge Claude Frollo. And Ren’s entire team was slaughtered. But a certain someone came in and toyed with each and every one of these boys.

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AND NOW, MEDEA IS ABOUT TO MAKE NO SENSE: I truly apologize for the raving I am about to unleash.

AAAAAHHHHH! OOGA BOOGA! OOGA BOOGA! ROOOOOOOAAAAAAAAWWWWR! KILL THE BITCH! KILL THE BITCH! REN, YOU FUCKING IDIOT! YOU SAW THE TRIAL! YOU WERE THERE! YOU SAW HER FIGHT AGAINST THE SLAVE CREST! ITSUKI TOO! WHERE IS THE CREST ON THE BITCH’S CHEST?! WHAT WITCH-FUCKARY SAUCE IS THIS?! SOMEBODY! MAKE IT MAKE SENSE!

My anger is warranted. In the span of a single episode, Myne claimed infamous status in the anime community as the worst thing since Shou Tucker. Let’s not go too ahead of ourselves. I’d say she’s just between Griffith and Shinji Matou. I’m just glad Motoyasu saw Myne’s true colors (AGAIN) as she lied AGAIN about him raping her. Lying about being raped seems to be her ace in the hole time and again. This woman is worse than tumors on your uterus.

Not even Filo doing an idol performance in the same episode could calm me down. Nice try, anime!

NEW CHARACTERS: Quite a bit more girls added to the roster. We got the drunk orca, the glitch in human form, and the tiger twins. They are all orphaned demi-humans. Give Naofumi some credit as we finally got one male teammate.

Sadina is a human and orca, I guess. She has a lot of history with Raphtalia and that’s the end of that tale. Spoilers.

Then, there’ S’yne. She’s the girl who sounds glitchy every time she speaks. S’yne is at first not trusted by Naofumi due to an earlier reputation. But she sticks around.

And then there’s the tiger twins, Fohl and Atla. Naofumi saved them from that underground fight club. Before, Fohl was barely scraping by and earning whatever he could to help his ailing sister. Now, the twins are thriving (despite Atla being blind and sometimes has trouble walking). Here’s what you might recognize these folks from.

JAPANESE CAST: *Sadina is played by Ami Koshimizu (known for Makoto/Jupiter on Sailor Moon Crystal, Kallen on Code Geass, Ryuuko on Kill la Kill, Holo on Spice & Wolf, Rosa on Umineko, and Anemone on Eureka Seven)

*S’yne is played by Maria Naganawa (known for Kanna on Miss Kobayashi, Platelets on Cells at Work, and Komekko on Konosuba)

*Fohl is played by Kouhei Amasaki (known for Otto on Re:Zero, Kousuke on Tomo-chan is a Girl, and Monoma on My Hero Academia)

*Atla is played by Konomi Kohara (known for Chika on Kaguya-sama, Roxy on Mushoku Tensei, Miu on Domestic Girlfriend, Chitose on Tonikawa, and Kai on Hitoribocchi)

ENGLISH CAST: *Sadina is played by Alice Himora

*S’yne is played by Lisa Reimold

*Fohl is played by Kieran Regan

*Atla’s voice actress is unknown at this date and time

SHIPPING: Rishia really, for real, truly needs to give up on Itsuki. And if the slap in the face he gave her wasn’t enough of a big indicator…no, it truly needs to be one. I’m glad she stepped up to try and reason with him. But…eh, I got nothing else for this. I’m just annoyed by Itsuki dropping Rishia for being weak and Rishia still devoted to him.

And Raphtalia still loves Naofumi. It’s still unrequited. And she will still get jealous of anyone hugging, rubbing on, or sleeping with Naofumi.

ENDING: It’s obvious that Bitch has been poisoning the minds of every, single one of the four heroes. While Naofumi’s interaction at the beginning of the series was bad enough, Bitch took advantage of the other three during really rough moments of their journey. And all I can say is, Naofumi was wrong to keep her alive for this long. He should have just allowed the queen to have her daughter’s head chopped off. Motoyasu was dropped once it was shown that he could not make a dent in the tortoise from last season. In Bitch fashion, she claimed Motoyasu raped her making him out to be the town Harvey Weinstein. With Ren, Bitch manipulated him after losing his teammates in a gruesome way. But she ditched him soon after Naofumi got involved and helped him out. Finally, there’s Itsuki.

Itsuki wound up with a cursed item given to him by Bitch. These cursed items have not done anyone any good during this season and caused a lot of damage for the heroes who had them and Naofumi having to clean up the mess afterwards. When Ren was possessed, it caused a lot of trouble for innocent bystanders. Ren, Itsuki, and Motoyasu are all terrible and made terrible messes throughout the majority of this series. They should be licking Naofumi’s boot every morning when they wake up. Sorry, leftover hatred again. However, Itsuki’s sense of justice pissed me off further down the series. Itsuki pulls off his stupid justice kick by attacking Naofumi’s crew and innocent bystanders with his bow and arrows. Hell, he was going to kill Rishia because she didn’t believe in his “justice”. Thankfully, she and Naofumi were able to end Itsuki’s cursed justice. Itsuki is just mentally broken, but is cared for by Rishia.

Hmph. He should have just been left to rot in a wheelchair like Kirito in SAO. Not even sorry for that!

Okay, we’re at the final episode. Not sure when we’re going to see this wave attack with a giant phoenix. In two months is what Naofumi says but who the hell knows! And Bitch is still on the loose. She did drop Itsuki pretty fast, leaving him broke and broken. I know everyone wants Naofumi and the other three heroes together. I’ve been against that from the beginning. Sorry, last time! As of this moment, Itsuki and Ren are with Naofumi and his crew. Motoyasu…everyone still seems to avoid him like the plague. Yeah, he’s annoying. But mostly it’s because he wants to lewd Filo and now calls Naofumi, “Father” because, yeah, he technically did hatch Filo. Who wants to tell Motoyasu that Filo is technically a couple of months old? Okay, final episode. What’s in store?

Raphtalia is royalty!

Do what now?

Naofumi gave Raphtalia some priestess garb. Sadina got scared and warned her to remove the clothes immediately. Just then, Naofumi’s area is attacked (AGAIN). Usually, it’s slave poachers or someone under Bitch’s control. These new guys are different entirely. This time they want to kill Raphtalia. Why? Because she’s really the heir of this place called Q’ten Lo. Raphtalia’s father was the original ruler but abdicated and started a family. Sadina has been watching this family from the very beginning. So, there’s much more to Raphtalia’s family than just what we learned in season one. Naofumi is understandably pissed that these spies from Q’ten Lo are after Raphtalia and have been watching her pretty much her entire life. So, I guess we’re going to Q’ten Lo now.

Okay anime, that’s fine. But a few things. Phoenix wave is going to hit in less than two months. Filo still needs to up her stats after the whole dragon incident. Bitch is still on the loose. Itsuki is on par with a roasted parsnip. We don’t know where Motoyasu is nor do we care. Still in the dark about the tiger twins and that guy at the palace who hates Naofumi. Naofumi is about to drop everything to prepare for the biggest wave to date to go to this place we only learned about five seconds ago. And most importantly, THE ANIME IS OVER!

Yes, this does set us up for a possible fourth season or movie. As of now, we have a fourth season in the works. But I just have to ask myself this. Do I even want it? Okay, stupid question. I do want to see it for what happens. It’s just that I’m kinda in a slump when it comes to this anime. Most of that blame does stem from the previous season. This season wasn’t as bad, but it’s a far cry from where things were in the first season. I’ll give the anime this, it spiked my blood pressure on my day off from work. That’s not a good thing!

So, I guess we’re going to this Q’ten Lo place, meet new characters, and take a total detour from where this story was going with fighting the waves. Then again, this season had absolutely no wave-fighting. And I’m sure we’re not going to get much clarity of any other character that gets introduced and is a “insert-something-here” hero. I’ll give season four a fighting chance if someone throws a Molotov cocktail at Bitch’s face. For those looking for an improvement to season two’s disappointments…I can’t lie. You would probably only like half of the series. Anything involving Wyndia, dragons, and the whole lot of demi-humans might lose your interest.

For now, every season of Rising of the Shield Hero is on Crunchyroll.

[missnobodymadness]

Hello! 🩷 I hope you're having a lovely day or night! How about these three for the ask game? 🍀🖤🌙

Hiiii, So happy to see you here again! :D I am doing good tonight, thanks! I hope you are also feeling better today, thank you so much for the asks, I really appreciate it and I'm very excited to answer them. :P

"🍀 what is your comfort show/series and why is it your comfort show? How has it helped you?"

Ohhh, one of the deep ones, very interesting. xD Alright, I have some comfort shows but I will talk about my biggest comfort ones, they are: Spy x Family, Naruto and The Walking Dead.

Spy x Family turned into a comfort show of mine because how easy the story is to follow, how the characters are very loveable and relatable and let's be honest...THE CUTENESS! xD I am a manga reader so I know the show is not exactly cute but I am mostly talking about Anya, while Yor is my favourite character, Anya is so damn comforting to me, which is ironic because I am childfree. I can see a lot of myself in her, I know exactly how her fear of abandonment feels and I feel like that kinda of built a connection between me and her character, I just want to adopt her and take care of her, telling her that everything is gonna be alright, I never had that while growing up and I want her to just have everything I never had and seeing her getting that somehow always makes me feel really happy...if Loid abandons her after his mission is over I am gonna hate him so much. :'D I feel like she kinda of heals my inner child for a while.

Naruto...well, I grew up watching Naruto and it taught me so much that I feel like the anime kind of build a certain part of who I am today. It's a mix os nostalgy and belonging, I actually shared a post someone else wrote that expresses exactly why Naruto is so important and comforting to me, here it is!

The Walking Dead gives me comfort because it is my favourite TV show ever and I feel very attached to lots of characters, I feel like the show kinda of helps me dealing with my darkest side and obsessive thoughts by showing how fucked up the world is when desperation kicks in. I also felt a deep connection to my girl Tara, I miss her so damn much.

"🖤 favorite hobbies outside of your blog"

I am very limited when it comes to hobbies, mostly because I can't really feel pleasure or excitment when engaging in activities but I do have a few that still give me a good time: Researching about lions, orcas and sharks, updating myself on the lion dynamics of the African reserves, playing Pokémon hacks and write about my OCs (which is kinda what I do here as well anyway so this one doesn't count much LOL).

My favourite used to be reading books but I haven't been able to read anything in years, my attention span got so short that I can't keep focus anymore, it is really upsetting.

"🌙 your zodiac (Sun, Moon, Rising)"

According to some friends of mine, my combo is crazy: I am a Gemini with moon on Scorpius and rising Leo. I confess I am not a believer but people who are always get shocked with that combo...why? I have no idea. LMAO

[jennyeliseprince]

(1) I have two core childhood memories about orcas. Free Willy came out in 1993 when I was three years old. I remember Michael Jackson, the global superstar of the moment, did the theme song for the movie, and it was a sensation of a film that lasted well beyond its release date. I can still hear and visualize the opening scene where Jackson is on stage singing "Will You Be There." The film had a profound impact on me, and at a very young age, I could recognize how harmful orca captivity is. I remember going to SeaWorld when I was seven, and it haunted me to see the orca entertaining the audience in such a small environment. As I've grown older, I've realized that I strongly support the movement against keeping orcas in captivity. It goes against their natural way of life, as they are meant to swim up to 40 miles daily and not be confined solely for profit. These magnificent creatures have incredible personal strength and a strong sense of community. Their communication within their pods is unique to each group, which is why I created this artwork to honor them.

(2)I am indulging in some Halloween classics like Halloween, Bewitched, Teen Witch, and Halloweentown. I have been listening to Ari Lennox.

(3)I was born in 1991, a significant year for the gaming industry. It marked the decline of arcades and the rise of home gaming. I decided to include clippings of handheld gaming systems in my collection because I remember transitioning from using an N-64 to the highly competitive world of handheld gaming. As a millennial, I have been shaped by the constant access to entertainment and the internet on my handheld devices.

(4)Growing up with two brothers, I firmly believed in the power of girls. I knew that girls could do everything boys could do and even better, especially since that slogan was a famous TV commercial at the time. I have fond memories of going to Toys R Us and purchasing the Sporty Spice Barbie doll with her tattoos and nose piercing. I aspired to be as cool as she was. I decided to go with "Spice Up Your Life" lyrics as it is one of my all-time favorite songs by the Spice Girls. It has a timeless quality that makes it a popular pick at events such as the Olympics or karaoke nights. The song is all about spreading love, unity, and positivity. Its lyrics inspire us to keep evolving and adapting to change while embracing spontaneity and taking chances.

(Homework for 9/18-9/26)

[stardust948]

Your SharkGirl/LavaBoy AU is awesome! Consider:

Zuko is the grandson of Avatar Roku and Katara is the great-great-granddaughter of Avatar Kuruk (the latter is a headcanon). Both were chosen by Agni, Tui, and La to guide the new Avatar and save the spirit world.

Backstories:

Katara, her brother and her father are on a fishing vessel and they get hit by a storm. A nasty one. Katara falls overboard but is saved by Tui and La who come to her in the form of sea wolves (orcas). They gift her sharp teeth and the ability to breathe her element. In a whirl, they send her back to the ship, back to her family, where Sokka finds her and brings her in. But strangely, she won’t get completely dry…

Prince Zuko’s last 24 hours in the palace were the worst of his life. The evening brought the war cabinet meeting, in which he spoke out of turn. The night brought the dreaded Agni Kai, where Ozai the Cruel would forever scar his son. The early dawn brought the Dragon of the West to the Sun Warriors, broken nephew in his arms. The rising sun brought Agni himself to the boy, twin dragons dancing and writhing about the both of them. He gives the boy the strength of the earth and flaming hair the color of plum blossoms, so that he can never be harmed by his native element. The young prince wakes up, in pain and screaming, and Iroh’s heart breaks a bit more, knowing Zuko’s life has taken a different course completely.

Both spirits before the depart say this:

These gifts are weapons for the fight ahead. Use them to guide the Avatar. Aid him. Save the DreamWorld/Spirit World.

Aang has known only the Zephyr Monastery his entire 12 years. His only friends are monk Gyatso and the stories and tales he embellishes in his notebook. So when the monks tell him that he must journey into a nation and learn from them (indiscriminately) he’s less than thrilled. The thrills drop significantly lower when he finds he’ll be staying with the Beifongs. Their young daughter, Toph, isn’t the helpless little girl they think she is.

There’s more to this I want to hash out but that’s all I’ve got so far. Whaddya think?

OH MY GOD! ANON YOUR MIND! I LOVE THIS!!!!

[stillness-in-green]

MLA May AUs (Parts 9+10/31)

Running very behind, but it's being a real all-timer of A Month. I will get through these, though probably on a somewhat more lax timetable than initially planned so I can get to some languishing asks (and also talk about the most recent chapter, maybe).

Today's fills are both very short; I have two longer ones finished, but first need to circle back to finish a few prompts I skipped over.

Intro Post

5/9: we can breathe in space, they just don’t want us to escape

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5/10: destabilise, divide, or label

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we can breathe in space, they just don’t want us to escape

“Why d’you keep your face covered up all the time, kid?”

Shouji starts at the question.  Lots of people wonder—he’s caught the lingering gazes and the speculative stares—but for someone to just ask outright, is…  Well, the last person who did was Hado-senpai, who immediately pivoted away to Todoroki instead of listening to his answer.

Gang Orca is—probably not like Hado-senpai.  Gang Orca goes on staring at him, eyes narrowed nearly closed, his red irises a spot of bloody color against the white markings around his eyes.

“A long time ago, there was... A little girl.  She saw my face and it—upset her.”  The words come slow and halting, unaccustomed to the open air.

“Don’t see why that’s any fault of yours.”  Gang Orca tilts his head to one side, the line of his mouth just visible past his high collar.  “Did somebody ask you to?”

Shouji shakes his head.  “No, I just—think it would be better to not...”

“Make waves?”

“Upset children.”  Is Gang Orca, who makes appearances at aquariums around the country multiple times a month, telling him not to worry about what people think of his appearance?

…Well, he is on the villainous hero ranking.

Gang Orca makes a sharp clicking sound, his version of a snort; the vocalization accompanies a short, silent wave from his sonic burst, a passing ghost of echolocation felt in Shouji’s inner ears.

“I get not wanting to upset kids,” he says, though his tone is nothing like a concession.  “But masking up like that just teaches ‘em that covering up is a fair thing to ask people like you and me.  It’s just a face.  Lotsa different faces in the world.”  He shakes his head; the movement tugs his heavy cape in tow, shifting it over his shoulders.  “They can’t go around expecting everyone whose face they don’t like to wear some kinda modesty veil.”

The words cut deep.  Defensiveness rises, a reflexive hurt that makes Shouji want to argue the point.  His family never told him this; Ectoplasm-sensei never told him this.  He wants to be a hero people can rely on, not one who scares the people he turns up to help.

He breathes through it, aware of his hands clenching into fists.

Gang Orca—who has not looked away from him once, the whorled patterns in the whites of his eyes barely moving—grins at the sight of it, or at least moves his mouth in a way that shows his teeth.

“You can get mad about it all you want, Tentacole.  You just oughta ask yourself if you’re willing to be the example people point to when they start talking about what’s fair and what’s not.  For as long as we’ve still got heroes, that’s one of the things heroes have to be.  Examples.”

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destabilise, divide, or label

“Purpose in coming today?”

“I’m really looking forward to hearing the Grand Commander speak!  I’ve only ever seen him in pictures, so—”

“Go ahead.  Purpose in coming today?”

“It’s expected of me as a base commander.  …But of course, I also anticipate—”

“Mm-hmm.  Go ahead.  Purpose in coming today?”

“To put a bullet in that smarmy bastard Hanabata Koku’s head.”

Testament looks up from the endless list of conference attendees.  In the frozen moment of realization, the color is already visibly draining from the face of the man standing across the table from him.  Before he can do more than open his mouth to fumble for a lie—and definitely before he has time to move his hand towards wherever his gun is concealed—Aster has cleared the table in a rush of purple and black and is bearing the man to the floor.

“Thank you for your honesty,” Testament says, grinning.  “I was starting to think my meta-ability was being wasted here.”

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Notes for Shouji/Gang Orca:

Probably more than any of the others I'll write for this project, this one is an even split on which character it's "for" as an MLA AU.

I had the prompt marked for Shouij from the start, as it's a shpiel I've been waiting to hear about him since pretty much the moment I read about his backstory. I'd initially conceived of it as coming from Shouji himself, aimed at some probably-Deku classmate, but I realized I'd need to take the plunge on describing his mouth, and I'd rather wait to get it in canon rather than get jossed in extremely short order. So then it became a matter of deciding who'd be willing to confront him about it, and Gang Orca—heteromorph, aquatic traits, scares children, extremely good at acting the part of a villain, and Shouji's work study mentor—was the obvious candidate.

Rambly Notes for Nemoto:

Cheating a bit on this one, in that it's really just more of an AU I've already written, one in which Nemoto gets picked up by Curious instead of Overhaul. You can find that story here, if you like. I like Testament-version Nemoto because he's still just as insufferable as Hassaikai-version Nemoto.

Aster is Toga's No. 2, as pictured and briefly written about here. I picked her because I wanted an advisor who seemed physically capable of doing the violent stuff (so preferably someone from the more front-line regiments), as well as one who had an even enough temperament to handle both the boredom of a potentially uneventful posting and Nemoto's obnoxious attitude (so some of the more overly-serious or rowdy types were also out).

Dealing with Nemoto's attitude would be a particular demand today because stationing Nemoto with a list of attendees at the check-in point for a big conference feels very menial to him, and Nemoto hates doing menial work because he's Important and should be with the other Important People. So he's happy at the end of this because he proved his usefulness and now he gets to go help interrogate some unfortunate who is probably going to wind up buried in the woods within the day.

For some reason, Trumpet is the one whose life I imagine to be most frequently in danger. There's the politician thing, of course, and one for a probably fairly radical party by the standards of the Hero Society norm, but also, he's just kind of smarmy, and has that whole romantic entanglement with the Grand Commander that people probably had Opinions about. (Also, he's clearly the one who would look most attractive when rumpled from Imperilment. This is probably not incidental to my repeated desire to threaten his life.)

[queencvbra]

random list of things I’ve discovered Tory likes or dislikes over the past several months and am compiling for absolutely no reason other than she is very opinionated and I need to keep track of my own headcanons. may or may not be continuously updated over time.

likes:

yellow, pink, red, and black

airplanes

Michelle Pfeiffer

Jesse McCartney

Joe Jonas

Tommy Oliver (if you don’t like him or Power Rangers in general she does not trust you)

Power Rangers

the word “funky” idk why she’s just weird

animal style burger from In-N-Out and seasoned fries

chicken fried rice

crab rangoon

chicken nuggets but specifically from mcdonalds

cheese-stuffed ravioli

mt. dew (regular and the pink raspberry lemonade kind)

raspberry lemonade

hot chocolate but only with milk and not water

green apple gum

oreos, skittles, starburst (the yellow ones), hershey’s cookies & cream, sour patch kids

vanilla, cookies & cream, or cookie dough ice cream

anything green apple or cookies & cream flavored tbh

popcorn with honey/sugar glaze

strawberries

margherita pizza but with white sauce instead  and roma tomatos on top

anything Mr. Larusso cooks pretty much

rings (she likes to stack them)

moonstone / white opal

cliffjumping

camping

baking

roller skating

travelling / road trips

dancing

playing guitar and singing (but not in front of people)

polaroids

dinosaurs

reptiles

both cats and dogs (but she leans more cat, probably bc she basically is one)

Disney

Star Wars

Lego

card games

trivia games

paintball / lazertag

movie nights

fighting games

lying in Among Us

blaming Hawk for no reason in Among Us

crop tops

converse and vans

funny or cute onesies

novelty shirts (bonus points for dark humor)

oversized hoodies (preferably stolen)

cool sunglasses

her little tattoos

calla lilies only because they remind her of her mom

black & white dianthus

azaleas (pink or yellow)

nicknames

being a menace to society with the worst fucking pranks ever

dislikes:

TACO BELL (shut the fuck up Hawk and Bear)

Domino’s pizza

certain shades of purple, brown, and beige

any math subject it’s her worst in school (geometry is kinda okay though she doesn’t suck at that)

school in general lmao

long skirts with no leg room

low rise pants

full body pj’s

spiders (sorry peter she’s mildly arachnophobic asfdfdjkl)

large birds, especially ostriches, geese, or chickens bc they fucking chase people

true crime television / podcasts

yoga

coffee unless you add a ton of creamer

dolphins & orcas (she says “they’re not that cute and they are pretty fucking scary actually”)

pineapple, olives, or anchovies on pizza

also fuck pepperoni not just on pizza but in general

CRABS !!  FOR A VERY SPECIFIC REASON !!!

Carrie Underwood

Taylor Swift

Ed Sheeran (except for one song, you can thank Robby for that)

Pete Davidson idk why but she says he can catch hands

any video game that forces you to team up with people

horses (sorry they also freak her out a little, one kick and it’s lights out)

wearing hats

she hated One Direction and Justin Bieber when she was younger bc she wanted to be “not like other girls” and also they stole her boy Jesse’s thunder </3  she’s grown out of it mostly but the instinctual hatred is still in there somewhere lmao

the word “moist”

people with Monster Energy or Playboy Bunny tattooes

bugs in general

Volkswagen Beetles (aka SlugBugs) or pretty much any tiny car, especially the cube-shaped ones that I can’t remember the name of atm  (bc “they just look so fucking stupid”)

segways, see above

SNAILS (thanks Larusso :\)

coleslaw

liver

potato salad

coconut

most nuts (shut up)

cantaloupe

watermelon

working with a bo staff (bc she is not good at it)

going to the doctor at all you have to drag her there

[barrysmanbun]

Rafe Headcanons

A/n: I did about an hour and a half of excessive research just to find out what day and time Rafe could have been born to have the Big Three I headcanon him having so y'all better show some love. (October 30th, 2001 at 1:00am)

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Rafe doesn't understand poetry. It doesn't make him feel things. It isn't special to him.

He's the kind of guy to say "that's homophobic" to things he doesn't like.

"No, I won't get you a beer, get one for yourself" "that's homophobic"

Rafe dropped out of college because he secretly didn't want to be a business major like his dad always pushed for him to be. He wanted to be a veterinarian.

Rafe has a special soft spot for animals. Small, fluffy and cute: Rafe will protect them at all costs and does not fuck with animals. If he finds out you're an animal abuser he will kill you or at least make you wish you were dead.

He takes golf very seriously and "has it all down to a science"

Rafe can rap. Not very good but he can. 😂

Rafe knows his whole astrology chart because when Wheezie went through her astrology phase he's the only one in the family who would listen to her ramble on about the signs, their placements and what they all meant. He's a Scorpio sun, Aries moon, Leo Rising. Wheezie wasn't surprised at all when she found out.

Being born October 30th (at 1am, thanks Wheezie) means he had a lot of Halloween themed birthday parties growing up and while it was fun getting to dress up and have everyone else dress up for your birthday as a kid the older he got the more tired of it he got and the more he wanted his birthday celebration and his Halloween celebrations to be separate. Halloween is still his favorite holiday, though.

In the fourth grade he got a Valentine's Day card from every single girl in his class, and he still brings it up as evidence that he's more of a ladies man than Topper and Kelce.

Every once in a while he'll steal one or two of Sarah's nail polishes and will paint his nails before immediately removing it. He thinks he manages to return the nail polish before Sarah even knows it's gone but Sarah knows.

Sarah and Rafe used to be extremely close as kids. Up until Rafe was 11 he was extremely protective of his sister and the two of them were thick as thieves. As he started to make more guy friends and spend less time with his sister they started to drift apart. Once he was old enough to realize his father's behavior was favoritism he blamed it on Sarah and that completely ruined whatever relationship they still had.

His mother used to collect wildflowers and keep them in a vase n the dining table. Every once in a while he catches himself doing the same thing without even thinking about it.

Rafe always wanted to be close with Rose but he stopped himself from being close to her because he didn't want his mom to think he was replacing her.

Because of Wheezie's constant, ever-changing interests, Rafe knows almost everything to know about the Kardashians, prepping for the apocalypse, and the anatomy of medieval castles.

Rafe used to do lots of research on how to calm his anger. A few things that are obvious that stuck with him are a healthy diet, exercise and smoking weed. Something he keeps to himself though is origami. He tried it for shits and giggles, not thinking it would work, but now he does it every time he can feel himself starting to get worked up. He even bought the special, patterned papers to make the origami with.

Rafe is a cat person. Of course, he loves all animals, but cats are his favorite. His second and third favorite animals are turtles and orcas.

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[forcefully-awoken]

To Die, To Sleep-

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream 

William Shakespeare 

This is my contribution to @butterscotchbaku‘s New Year, New Kink event! 

Gang Orca x F! Reader 

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: Kugo’s patrols keep him late one night, but he finds you’re always ready and willing to love him. 

Warnings for: Dacryphilia, Size Kink, Breath Play, Consensual Somnophilia, Calling Kugo Sir, Unprotected sex, Breeding Kink, After care. Established relationship. All things considered this is pretty fluffy. Butter said I had to tag it for monster fucking and Kugo’s wiggly dick too </3

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The bed is too big to lay in alone. 

It really is the first thing Kugo notices when he arrives home: how small you look, curled up around yourself in the shared bed. You’re tangled up in the dark sheets, but Kugo can see the way you’re tense underneath them. You shift, just enough for the sheets to slide down and Kugo is able to get an eyeful of your soft skin. He realizes all at once that you’ve given him a gift- your naked body, ready and willing for him. The two of you have talked about this before, having you waiting for him like this. You had told him that if you waited for him naked that you were his to play with, his to take the way he wanted. The timing hadn’t been right, but here you are now and he feels a bit lightheaded with how quickly the blood rushes south. He can feel when his cock starts to strain against his underwear, tenting his pants. 

He reaches out, fingertips barely catching the sheet and tugging it down as soft and slow as he can. It glides off your body, revealing inch after inch of bare skin. He stops it at your waist, eyes trailing over your chest. Your breathing never changes. Not even when he sits on the bed next to you. The steady rise and fall of your chest is enticing him, and he would need the will of a saint not to give in. 

He’s never been the most virtuous of men. 

The first brush of his hand is soft, it’s his fingertips over the soft swell of them. He traces over the outside of them, and in your sleep you shiver. He’s even more careful when his fingers tweak at your nipples, tugging and pinching at them until they’re little stiff peaks. His red eyes never leave your face, searching for any sign that you might be waking. He thinks, perhaps, that he should try to wake you but there’s something so intimate about this, something so dirty at the same time. He wants to see how much he can ruin you before you wake up, wants to make you gasp and come undone with pleasure before you can even realize what’s hit you. 

He now leans over to poke his tongue out, just as little as he can. He knows his tongue isn’t the softest or smoothest texture in the world but he also knows that it’s one of your favorite things to feel on you. He’s done this enough times now that he can play your body like a fiddle- the barest hint of his tongue ghosting over them. Knows that if he keeps this up enough when he finally makes his way to your sweet cunt that it will be wet beyond belief for him. Kugo alternates between the two nipples, making sure that neither of them ever go more than a moment without attention. Once your chest is red and he hears your breath hitch for the first time he finally leaves them alone. 

The sheets dip down even lower. 

Now you’re bare before him, and with his enhanced senses, he can smell how wet you are between your legs. It never ceases to amaze him, how wet you get, how good it smells. How good you taste. He pushes your legs open, worried the stretch will wake you but they fall open easily for him with a sigh drifting from your mouth. He has just enough space to settle down between them. Kugo’s tongue licks at your folds lazily, dragging his tongue up them in the most teasing of manner. He doesn’t want to rush this, simply enjoying the taste of you on his tongue. It’s not until he presses his tongue inside of you, close enough that his nose brushes up against your clit that he’s finally rewarded with a moan. 

“S-sir?” He can hear you ask, voice soft with sleep. He lets out a low rumble from his chest at hearing your name for him. He wants to stuff you full with him as soon as he hears the name fall from your lips, pleased beyond reason that even in your sleep you will always be his good little girl. He doesn’t answer you, instead keeping his mouth on you, fingers spreading you open for his tongue to move as deeply as it can. He takes care to keep his nails off you, as blunted as they might be he doesn’t want to cause you any pain. 

Not yet, at least. 

Your hands bunch the fitted sheet, as you fully come to consciousness. You can feel his tongue inside you, the muscle isn’t hard, but it’s so much larger than your fingers. Even like this the size difference between the two of you is obvious- just his tongue moving in and out of you is enough to make you shudder in delight. You press your hips up, a silent beg for more, and one large arm comes down over your hips, pinning you to the bed. You can feel the coil of an orgasm growing already, and it makes you wonder how long he had been playing with you before you had woken up. A small part of you is disappointed you hadn’t been a deeper sleeper. The larger part of you simply wants your husband’s cock inside of you at the earliest moment. 

“Sir!” You gasp out, thighs twitching as you try to fight back your orgasm, knowing what Kugo wants to hear first. “Please, please let me cum sir, I’m so close.”

The low hum of approval is the only thing you need to hear, your thighs coming close around his berth as you ride out your orgasm. You can feel Kugo move back and lap up every part of you, savoring as much of your orgasm as he can until you’re a shaking mess on the bed in front of him. He sits back on his legs, and it’s now that you can get a truly good look at him. He’s just come from patrol, you can see in the moonlight streaming in from the window, in the outfit he wears for his hero costume. It makes him look even larger, more predator than you know is possible. You wonder how many criminals had been in his sights just like this. 

You’ve never been so delighted to be prey. 

Your eyes drink him in as much as you can as he slowly starts to disrobe. This has always been your favorite part of sex with Kugo. You knew that some people might not see the appeal of your husband but to you he was nothing short of perfect. He makes a show of it for you, though if the lights were on you would be able to see the subtle flush of his cheeks. He would never get used to the way your eyes rake over him, how your pupils blow out in lust. Soon he’s bare in front of you, resisting the urge to hide himself. 

Saying nothing in about the way he tenses when he’s naked, you spread your legs wider for him. Partially to invite him to lay in between them, and partially for him to see how much he’s already pulled from you. You hear his sharp inhale, and he takes his moment to show off his prowess. He’s on top of you before you can even blink, his arms resting on either side of your head to prop himself up. You take the closeness to press your lips to him, placing soft kisses on all the skin you can reach. 

“I don’t think you’re ready for me, little love,” You know you aren’t, silently agreeing with him in your head, but you can’t find it in you to care. 

“It’ll be fine, Sir, please,” You manage to whimper out beneath him. He still looks unconvinced, but the way you’re pressing your hips up towards him like a bitch in heat weakens his resolve. 

“You’ll let me know if it hurts, won’t you?” You frantically nod your head in answer to his question, not trusting your voice as he reaches down to align his cock with you. Despite how many times you’ve had him inside of you, the stretch always stings at first. You doubt you’ll ever get used to the sensation of his length pressing into you- he’s not hard like previous lovers you’ve had, but solid. He’s thick and long, and every small movement of his cock has you seeing stars. You can feel it twitch and twist inside of you, your eyes prickling with tears. As soon as one escapes down your cheek he pauses. 

“Little love?” His voice is questioning, but the strained tone of it lets you know he’s feeling the same way you are. 

“M-more, Sir, I can take it!” You insist, sniffling up at him. Your glassy eyes don’t exactly reassure him but he moves forward nonetheless. By the time he’s sheathed all the way inside of you, you’re shaking underneath him. One small movement is all it takes to have you cumming, a sob ripping from your chest. He waits, letting you be the one to set the tone now. You know exactly what you want from him. Your legs find purchase on his waist, pulling him into you even more. 

“Choke me, Sir?” This is something he rarely indulges you, so scared of hurting you. You can hear his breath hitch as he processes your request, and you think this might have pushed him too far. You open your mouth to apologize when one of his hands rests itself on your throat. With all his size and strength even the barest hint of pressure has you feeling lightheaded, and you shudder in his arms when he starts to move again. 

His hips take up a steady rhythm, slowly moving in and out of you. There’s so much of him he never truly pulls out of you, but the slow drag of his cock is pressing up against every sweet spot you have. Tears are falling from your eyes freely now, causing Kugo to lean down and lick them from your face. 

“You look so good like this, little love,” His voice is nearly a growl when he praises you, only the slightest pause before he continues on, “Spread out underneath me like this, already cock drunk, aren’t you?”

There’s no possible way you can reply, the only thought running through your head being Kugo. It happens everytime the two of you make love, you’re rendered dumb on him. You can’t form words anymore, only whimper out his name mixed with the occasional Sir. It drives him damn near feral to see you like this, so strung out on pleasure he’s given you, before he’s even considering being done with you. The next words whispered out of your mouth hardly help things. 

“P-please, Kugo, want your cum,” Your voice is whiny, laced with need as your hands come up to press down on his hand at your throat, but you still manage out, “Want you to breed me, wan-wanna make you a daddy.” 

This is something he’s only confessed to you in the dead of night, laying together and dreaming out your future together. You’re playing a dangerous game with him, something his low snarl confirms. You know how desperately he wants it, to see your belly swell with his child. 

“Don’t try me, little love,” HIs hand presses down hard on your throat for a moment, before pulling back and leaving you gasping for air. You place your hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look you in the eye. 

“I’m not trying you, Sir,” You hesitate for a moment, wondering if he’ll be angry when you finally confess your little secret but you’re in too deep now, “I stopped my birth control a couple of weeks ago. I had meant to tell you at a better time…”

He’s silent as death on top of you, his eyes closing for a moment as he takes in a deep, shuddering breath. Before you can even open your mouth his hand is once again on your throat, choking you off. His eyes snap open the same time his hips start to move again, this time his pace is harsh and unsteady. It’s like he can’t help the way his body moves now, running on pure instinct alone. You can’t possibly keep up, sobbing out your pleasure underneath him now. 

“Is this what you want?” There’s a crack in his voice when he speaks now, “You filthy siren, do you want me to fuck you full of my cum? So deep that there’s no chance you won’t bear my child?” 

You can feel fresh tears spill down your face, the thought of it all catapulting you into your third orgasm of the night. All at once everything becomes almost too sensitive for you, but Kugo shows no signs of slowing down. He keeps fucking into you with the same intensity as before, a fire burning in his eyes when they meet yours. He can see the blissed out look on your face, despite the tear streaked look of your cheeks. It’s this that finally does him in- the love and adoration for him so clearly written in your eyes. 

His hips press so closely to you that you can feel him against your clit, something that makes you give one last sob. His hand relaxes off your throat, air rushing to your head. He cums in you, leaving you feeling almost too full. There’s no room for his cum, and his cock, leaving him to pull out of you. You can feel some of it leak out of you, but Kugo presses your legs together for you. He moves off of you, curling into your side as much as he can. His hands return to their gentle nature from before, slowly massaging every part of your body he can reach. There’s just enough pressure in them to leave you boneless on the bed. 

“Did I hurt you, little love?” You think your heart might burst from the concern that laces in his voice. You turn to him, wiping the remaining tears from your eyes. 

“I feel fantastic, Sir, and you?” He has the audacity to snort at you, the sound drawing a giggle out of you. 

“I don’t think I could feel better if I tried.” His hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers together. He brings them to his face, pressing his lips into them. 

“I love you, Kugo.”

“And, I you.”

[echo-of-sounds]

fear of the water

Small drabbles of Aizawa, Hizashi, and Gang Orca helping you overcome your fear of water.

It’s so weird writing about swimming while being bundled under five blankets and it’s snowing outside.

Aizawa Shouta

“What if you drop me?”

Shouta cradled both your thighs, staring straight at you. “Do you think I would ever do that?”

You shook your head.

“Come on then.” He huddled close. You ran your hands up his tall happy trail and wet skin, wrapping your arms and legs tightly around him. Holding under your thighs, he casually walked backward, inching into deep water. Nails pricked him, but he didn’t comment. He just continued supporting you.

Pool water rippled with his wading. It plashed over your legs the further he wandered. When it reached your waist, chilling and startling, every muscle in your body went rigid at the unfathomably abysmal depths waiting to suck you under. 

“Are you alright?”

“I think- Don’t move- Don’t- I don’t want to go any deeper.”

His chest thrummed with a hum. Body heat offset the liquid cold. You tried to relax in his arms, but your muscles wouldn’t give. He kissed your temple and whispered in the already dead quiet room, “Nothing’s going to happen to you. You’re doing perfect.”

Aizawa strolled back and forth, not once moving deeper than you could handle. The mellow waves resembled a lullaby. His voice interrupted it, “Do you want me to set you-”

“No! No! Sho, you said you wouldn’t drop me. Don’t drop me.” You were probably near strangling him now.

“Stop squirming or I will.” You stilled. He kissed your brow. “I won’t let you go. However, I want you to try to stand in the water.”

“Sho-”

“It’s only three feet deep. You just have to stand.” 

You nuzzled his neck. His lips grazed your skin, muttering in his direct-but-caring teacher voice, “The only way you can get used to water is to be in the water. It’s only four feet deep. I’ll hold you the entire time. My hands will never leave you. All you have to do is stand for a few seconds.”

“I guess… Alright. Don’t let go.”

“I won’t.”

“Okay…” You unwrapped your legs and hesitantly lowered them. They submerged into the cold, dark horror. You kept a firm embrace on his neck while you blindly reached for the bottom. Hands smoothed up your sides, then your arms, gently removing them next. 

“I’m right here,” Shouta assured. True to his word, his hands never left you. They braced your hips as your toes touched down, followed by your heels. You were standing in water yet you weren’t drowning. 

“It’s not so bad, is it?”

“I guess not.” A swishing sound from behind startled you. Not knowing what it was and not wanting to risk anything, you jumped back into his arms, clinging tenser than before. 

“It’s only the drain. You’re safe,” he hushed. Shouta said nothing else. He simply held you, leisurely treading around the pool, allowing you to feel his warmth and listen to his heartbeat as you adjusted to being in the water.

Yamada Hizashi

Hizashi cannonballed in at the deep end, swimming to you underwater. Kids played with noodles. Teenagers laid on floatables. Adults relaxed on chairs while their children enjoyed themselves. You sat on the stairs leading into the humongous pool, only wetting your ankles, cursing him for bringing you to such a public place. 

He popped up directly in front of you and shook his head like a puppy. Droplets splashed your arms and face. He smiled wide, “You ready?”

“No,” you muttered, so people didn’t hear.

“Nobody’s paying attention.” His arms flung out as he spun around. No one spared him a glance. “See.” 

You didn’t move. As much as you wanted to hate him, his dripping chest and eyelashes were attractive. Wet hands patted your knees. “Nobody’s going to watch you or judge you. Not a soul.”

You shrugged. 

Hizashi sat beside you. His water-coated body snuggled yours. Lips pressed to your temple, embellishing the smooching sounds. He hummed, “There’s your pretty smile.”

Your head dropped to his shoulder. He rubbed your back, speaking thoughtfully, “You were excited to try this morning. What’s changed?”

“The people… I don’t want them to laugh.”

“They’re not paying attention to us. They’re really not. Besides, we’re starting small today. You only gotta go three feet in. I know you can do it.” Fingers tilted your jaw up. His long, dark eyelashes were exquisite. All the more so when he smiled, illuminating his eyes. “Don’t let them ruin this for you.”

“Alright,” you conceded. 

After kissing your forehead, he praised, “Good girl. Now, c’mon, let’s start by getting down the stairs.” 

You grabbed his outstretched hands, letting him haul you to your feet. The first step down was rather easy. It chilled your calves, but it was manageable. The second brought water to right beneath your knees. The third and fourth caused a creeping shiver that grew.

Once on the pool floor, muscles and bones refused to walk forward. The glistening blue, delicate waves, and lively cheers didn’t fool you. You knew what water did. It was powerful and dangerous and took lives. Maybe you didn’t want to do this after all.

Your voice was shakier than your hands, “Hizashi, I don’t- I don’t think I- I can’t go any further. Don’t make me.”

“Oh, baby, it’s alright.” He secured your waist, stabilizing your body because you couldn’t. “I’m not gonna make you do anything. You got down the stairs. That’s the first step, and you did wonderful. I’m excited for you to do more.” He kissed your forehead, bear-hugging you after. “But that’s for another day. Right now, let’s go get some ice cream.”

Gang Orca

“Do we really have to go deeper?”

“You’re only ankle-deep. I know you can go further.”

“Kugo…” 

“Trust me, I’ll keep you safe.”

“I don’t…”

Kugo returned to your side, rubbing your arms, searching your eyes for any distress. “You already stepped into the water. That’s an achievement. We can stop for today.”

“No.” You rested your hands on his chest for extra support. The cold sea surf lapped your ankles. It was only going to get colder and darker and scarier with horrors beyond recognition lurking in the black depths-

“My love, there are no monsters here.” He read your mind and childish fears. “If you want to continue, we’re only going up to your knees. I don’t want to do too much today and scare you more.” 

“Okay. I- I‘ll do it. Can we go slow?”

“Of course; slow and easy.” He steadied your forearms while you took the first step. Every footfall pushed you deeper, familiarizing yourself with the sand cushioning your feet, the washing waves rising up your calves, and the salt rushing with the wind and water.

Kugo squeezed your elbow, encouraging you, “You’re doing great. You’re almost there.”

Your eyes wedged shut during the final five steps. And before you knew it, goosebumps covered your knees, and they were submerged. You didn’t die in the process. 

Despite it being a juvenile accomplishment, you smiled and laughed and hugged Kugo, thanking him. He lifted you in a snug embrace, nuzzling your neck, “I’m so proud of you.”

The joy didn’t last. When he set you down, the chill chilled you a little too much. The beach’s safety was miles away. Your legs wouldn’t make it. Tentacles or talons or teeth are just waiting to nab you.

He said your name. “Let’s go back and get warm. You’re shivering.”

“Carry me? Please?”

You knew he wanted to laugh, but he spared you any teasing. “Let’s go.” He hoisted you into his arms, ferrying you out of the shallow water and back to your towel. 

[tomurasprincess]

Top Ten Posts of 2020

Thank you @bakatenshii for tagging me! This was definitely interesting to look back at, and weirdly emotional all at once.

Made using this site here

Two of my top posts were my fic masterlist and Kinktober masterlist, so I subbed them out for the next top 2. I didn’t realize how many Kinktober fics landed on my top 10 until I did this, and I am really grateful that it did so well. Also I swear it’s going to be finished soon.

Conflagration (Alpha Bakugou x Omega Reader)

Of course a Bakugou fic is number one. Of fucking course. But nah, in all seriousness I really do like how this one turned out. It was one of my first times writing full fantasy AU and I had a blast with it. It’s also extremely close to a huge note milestone for me and I am super excited about it.

Daddy’s Little Girl (Step Dad Enji x Reader)

Honestly this one was a huge shock for me of how quickly it blew up after posting it. I was a bit nervous to venture into stepdad territory, AND it was my first time writing for Enji. Definitely not my last though 👀

Aerie (Alpha Hawks x Omega Reader)

I have a soft spot for this one because it was my first attempt at A/B/O. It’s a trope that I absolutely love so I was both excited and nervous about attempting it! So many good A/B/O fics out there that I wanted to try and do the trope justice. 

Blood Ties (Dabi x Reader x Shouto)

Ooh boy, surprised to see this one on here. When I was writing it, I felt all tingly but was also like “...I am going to get so much hate for this one, I can just tell.” Good thing you guys are all deviants like me 😂

The Skeld (Dabi x Reader x Hawks)

Omg this one was so much fun to write but also difficult. I had multiple map pages and info guides on Among Us on one screen and a google doc open with an outline of who was where, who was accusing who, and who was dead 😂 Shit I practically needed a flow chart, but obviously it paid off.

Black Coffee (Gang Orca x Reader)

Sugar daddy Gang Orca grabbed me by the cooch and would not let go. Surprised that a less popular character did so well, but it just goes to show you that people like massive whale cock breeding your coochie and taking care of you. 

Vault 68 (Shigaraki, Dabi, Muscular, Kurogiri, Spinner x Reader)

God I hated writing this one at first. I had never written anything beyond a threesome and keeping track of everyone’s positions, body parts, and dialogue was so fucking hard. Ended up color coding the whole document for each one’s parts which seemed to work okay. Both looking forward to and dreading writing the sequel for the last day. (Spoiler alert: probably going to have a section for each character solo with one big gangbang at the end, assuming I’m not being over ambitious)

His Biggest Fan (Hawks x Reader)

Scumbag Hawks is best Hawks, you cannot change my mind. I loved the idea of Hawks taking advantage of some poor civilian by using his wings to hide him utterly ravaging her pussy and reader being too much of a fan to stop him.

Rising Star (Bakugou, Deku, Shouto, Kirishima x Reader)

I had an absolute blast writing this one too. I really tried to make all of the guys different and unique in the way they talked/fucked reader and got to throw in a bunch of kinks into one fic. I think it turned out really well.

Mirror Image (Twin Shouto x Twin Reader)

Honestly this is one of my favorites from Kinktober and another one where I went “the hate I’m going to get from this is going to be incredible.” But nope, very little hate and now I have people begging for a part two. My wonderful little deviants 💞

Tagging: @thewheezingwyvern, @hisoknen, @trafalgar-temptress, @katsukikitten, @dee-madwriter, @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten​ 

[h2bakugou]

Hey there...I love so much your fanfics so...I wanted to make a request about Bakugou x Kind! Reader. Her quirk is fire but she creates flower-shaped flames. Bakugou already has a crush on her 'cause she's so gorgerous, kind and positive with everyone. But with him had other feelings more than friends, whe he gets mad she always says to him: "Now now, don't you worry so. I hate to see that smile of yours disappear".

The part where she fails the hero license exam and retake the exam with Bakugou an Todoroki. Kids act so nice with her when she shows them her quirk amazing them, but Bakugou gets mad but she says: "How can you be so cross with the kids here. Look how adorable they are!" When they work together with Todoroki, Camie and Yoarashi, that's the part where Bakugou see how she can hava a golden heart with everyone even if moments are so cruel and confesses his feelings to her ending with a kiss

a/n: hi hun! thank you so much!! this request gave me a lot to work with, so i hope you enjoy it!! this week has been so crazy and stressful, my house almost caught on fire but everyone’s okay and we didn’t have any damage at all, we were very lucky but it was definitely scary lol

summary: bakugou’s crushing on you hard, and it’s worse when he realizes how kind you are, he can’t seem to wrap his head around you, everything about you is perfect, and when the moment is right, he tells you exactly how he feels.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / flower flames - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

wordcount: 1.4k

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Flower-shaped flames look about as gorgeous and dangerous as they sound. The sight of rose or daises with the heat of an erupting volcano, it’s so beautiful to look at, but just as dangerous to get near.

From the moment Bakugou laid eyes on you, he’d always felt a little different. He’d still get angry or have his superiority complex, but his heart would beat a little faster than it usually did. The tips of his ears would be stained pink from the constant blush he usually held on his face when he spoke to you.

And the non-stop teasing from Kaminari and Mina about having a crush on you didn’t help. No matter how many times he tried to deny them, the thought of dating you still crept into his head when he laid in his bed, trying to fall asleep.

It was more of a challenge when he saw how sweet and kind you were to everyone, including him. It was a shock. Not really all that wild considering he has ‘friends’ but the notion of someone like you, who could probably never hurt a fly if you tried, despite having all the courage to beat up bad guy, being just as kind to Bakugou like he hadn’t called you an idiot for forgetting your pen in class.

It was the simple things you did for Bakugou that made his heart ached and his face warm. Like when you let him borrow your notes when he had to miss school for getting caught fighting with Midoriya.

Or the words you would always say to him when he got mad. The same words he’d heard so many times, the same words that made his heart skip a beat.

“Piss off!” Bakugou yelled toward Kaminari, stomping away from the electric prankster who had just silly-stringed the explosive blonde.

“Now, now, don’t you worry so. I’d hate to see that smile of yours disappear.” You nudge him and smile, walking beside him as he stares at you. It wasn’t the first time you’d said it to him, but it felt like the first time every time you said it.

It was one of the lines that felt almost too cinematic to be true, but nonetheless, he’d grumble something along the lines of ‘yeah okay shitty woman’ and walk away with a smirk.

What was a surprising kind of shock was when you didn’t pass the Hero License Exam. The three of you were the only students from 1-A that didn’t make it. 

However, when the time for remedial lessons came, you were up early in the morning, ready to go. You beat Bakugou to the bus a few times, and despite you and Present Mic having loud conversations the entire trip both back and forth the few days you went, Bakugou still couldn’t find it in himself to lose feelings for you.

The more he looked at you, the more beautiful you seemed to get. He could gaze at you for hours, you were just so ethereal it was unreal. He felt chills when you would glance back at him and smile, and a pang of jealously when you would do the same for Todoroki, though you were just being nice.

However, the day you arrived and Gang Orca was leading the day’s session, there were some new things in store.

You stood with Bakugou and Todoroki, alongside Camie and Inasa. When the children were let into the building, you’re expression changed.

You thought you were going to have to do some intensive training exercise over some intense obstacle course. But you’re intense fighting face changed to something light and giggly.

You’d always worked pretty well with kids, and just being kind to them came naturally. Whether or not you liked them was a little more blurry, but nonetheless, they were little humans and they deserved the same kindness as anyone else did.

Bakugou and the others were pretty shocked, but you were one of the first ones to leave the line you’d been standing in to go mingle with the kids. You learned a few of their names and examined their quirks, watching in awe as the next generation of possible heroes stood before you.

They ran around, full of energy, and reminded you of your own youth.

“She’s sort of a natural with kids.” Camie commented, smiling as she watched you talk and laugh with a group of girls.

“She’s just naturally kind.” Todoroki said plainly. He wasn’t wrong, but the comment was almost unintentionally an insult in Bakugou’s eyes.

Bakugou’s eyes twitched as he examined the sight. Kids. Children. How the hell was this supposed to help him get his hero license? What purpose did this even serve?

Bakugou was getting targeted for looking so bold, his hero costume having a few flashy colors and some rather dangerous components, he was trying his best not to hurt anyone, taking off his gauntlets.

One kid was persistent in getting on his nerves.

“Shut it you little-”

“Bakugou!” You yelled, earning his attention. His head snapped up instantly as he held the kid off the ground by the collar of his shirt.

“Put him down.” You sighed, walking over to the two. Bakugou’s set him down and huffed, watching as the kid stuck his tongue out and ran off to go attempt to torment the other students taking their remedial lessons.

“He was asking for it! The little punk.” Bakugou mumbled, eyeing the children as they ran around rambunctiously. 

“Watch and learn big boy.” You pat his shoulder as you turn around and approach a group of the kids. Bakugou eyes you closely, trying to figure out what they were doing.

With a few words of caution, you began to show off your quirk, allowing the children to watch as you created flower-shaped flames. 

The children watched in amazement as did Bakugou. They were so impressed and excited over your quirk. Bakugou didn’t see how they were acting so calm, yet it gave him a few ideas.

He was still pretty mad. When you were done presenting your quirk, the kids were happy, and ready to see more. You returned to Bakugou and nudged his side.

“How can you be so cross with the kids here? Look how adorable they are!” You smiled, gazing at the crowd before you.

“I’m not mad-”

“Your hair tends to be a bit spikier when you’re angry.” You comment, ruffling his blonde locks between your fingers as he tenses under your soft touch.

“It does not!” Bakugou protests. You smile and shake your head.

Eventually, it all comes to an end and you all inspire the kids. Showing off and using your quirks to help them use theirs, you create something beautiful when the time is up.

Ready to leave, Bakugou knows he’s got to tell you what’s been on his mind. Everyone is standing around waiting for the next bus to head back to the campus. Bakugou pulls you aside before you manage to walk out.

“Listen dumbass.” Bakugou begins. You tilt your head to the side, ready to listen like you always do.

“You really make me feel weird.” Bakugou grumbles.

“But it’s a good kind of weird. Like I like you or something. And I want to be your boyfriend.” Bakugou shoves his hands in his pockets, his fingers gripping his thumbs from his nerves.

For being a guy who’s got a pretty big ego, he was practically falling apart at the seams confessing his feelings for you. You can’t help but smile at his confession.

“Well, I’d like to be your girlfriend.” You lightly punch his shoulder, watching as his cheeks turn a shade of crimson. In a flash, he crashes his lips on yours.

It’s quick but sweet. He acted out of impulse, and when he pulled away he was embarrassed.

“Sor-” Going to apologize he was cut off by another kiss, this time initiated by you pulling his tie, pulling him into you.

Your lips moved against his sweetly as you kissed him, reassuring him that it was okay.

When you pulled away, you couldn’t help but smile and feel some heat rise to your cheeks. 

“You’re sitting next to me on the bus.” Bakugou huffed, sliding a hand in yours.

“Alright. But don’t yell at me if I fall asleep. I’m exhausted.” You yawn, your fingers intertwined with Bakugou’s.

The bus ride back to school felt much longer, probably because you were so tired, but dozing off on Bakugou’s shoulder certainly helped. And you couldn’t wait to see what the future held for the two of you.

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[cetacian]

The Fall and Rise of Orca: Orca Vs. Punchline Part 1

This post contains spoilers for The Joker Vol 2 Issues #2-4 “Punchline” Chapters 2-4.

In Issue #2, after being incarcerated in Blackgate Penitentiary, Punchline ran afoul of the Royal Flush Gang and beat up the Queen of Spades after she tried to intimidate her. Not one to suffer the indignity lightly, the Queen intended to use another prisoner as muscle against Punchline: Orca. The Queen accomplished this by arranging a parole violation: having a gun slipped into Orca’s bag and having her parole officer see it, thus having Orca sent back to Blackgate:

I’m not exactly happy to see Orca working as muscle for other rogues again, as her New Earth incarnation did shortly before her death. The Queen mentions the Ace of Spades and seems to be referring to Orca when she says it. If that's the case, that would make Orca an actual member of the Royal Flush Gang and not just a hired goon.

Issue #3 picked up with Orca essentially being goaded into going after Punchline and one nasty joke on Punchline's part led to Orca throwing the first punch:

Why would Orca care about looking soft, especially to the Royal Flush Gang, who haven’t exactly been big players in recent years within Gotham’s underworld? If anything the latest incarnation just seem like a bunch of mean girls on a power trip. I have to question if Grace is slipping back into the low self esteem issues she had back in the Nightwing run. Also it’s a nit-picky thing, but it seem like the colorist didn’t check to see what color the prison uniforms were, as they went from khaki tan to periwinkle blue.

The fight grew more violent, with Punchline seeming to get the upper hand before Orca finished the fight in a rather brutal manner:

I have to say that Punchline has some serious plot armor here to take a sink to the head and not be dead or at least have serious damage to her skull and/or brain. It also kind of looks like Grace fell on her while she was trying to flip her? It’s kind of hard to tell based on the angle of the art. I have to say I don’t care for how this artist draws Grace. Her jaw is too big and her fin too small for my liking.

Issue #4 picked up with Punchline in the prison hospital, with members of the Royal Flush Gang looming over her. The Queen of Spades soon taunted Punchline about her control over the prison via various corrupt employees in her pocket and her influence in the criminal underworld, stating that she asked Orca to stay Punchline’s execution in order to see her die personally:

However, before she could finish the job, Orca unexpectedly attacked the Queen:

Orca, as it turns out, had actually kept her self respect and morals after all. However, the pawns of the Royal Flush Gang, sick of the Queen’s tyrannical behavior, had no such compunction against murder and proceeded to slaughter the Queen off-panel:

Good for Grace for not going along with the Queen’s sadistic behavior. Not to say Punchline is an entirely innocent victim, but taunting and intending to kill an already wounded person who can’t fight back is very scummy.

I have to say I was pleasantly surprised at the turn this story took, as I was worried it was going to be a step backwards for Grace’s character. But I actually got everything I wanted: Grace beating the shit out of Punchline, while also staying true to her antihero/antivillain characterization. My one complaint is that I feel like the art for Orca is getting progressively lazier, which is odd as she's probably significantly easier to draw compared to realistically proportioned humans. This backup story is still ongoing, so time will tell if Orca continues to play a part after Punchline's coup.

[lyranova]

Confused Feelings

Hi guys! Here’s a small collab I did with my lovely little sis @crazyclownthanos 💕! It’s with our OC’s Ezio and Josslyn, I hope you guys enjoy this, it takes place when Ezio left Alistar and Leon in the mixer fic (which can be read HERE) and anyway I hope you guys like it I had so much fun writing it 🥰!

Taglist: @eme-eleff @flow3rbudz @thoughtfullyrainynightmare @ckjwnnbc

Word Count: 3,825

Warnings: Language

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“ Excuse me.” Ezio Roulacase said to his friends Alistar Vangeance and Leon Vermillion before walking over to where Josslyn Silva was sitting and grabbed her hand and led her to one of the empty party rooms, the door slammed behind them.

Ezio let go of Josslyn’s hand and watched as the pink haired girl walked over and sat on the edge of the empty table, Ezio leaned against the door as he looked her up and down. Her dress complimented her figure well, her dress, jewelry, and hair were down in a nice yet subtle way. Her makeup was done in simple colors that really made her green eyes pop. She looked beautiful.

“ What are you doing here Joss? I thought you were out with Hikari?” He asked as he tilted his head curiously, Josslyn smirked a bit.

“ I am here with Hikari,” She told him with a shrug and she laughed softly as he looked confused.

“ How? I didn’t see her.”

“ That’s the point.” Josslyn told him, her smirk still in place, Ezio frowned before shaking his head and sighing.

“ What are you doing here Joss?” He asked again, in a slightly more serious tone.

“Why should it matter to you?” A brief pause. “It’s not like I'm your property.” She finished the sentence by sticking her tongue out. Ezio felt somewhat belittled by her sudden change from a straightforward drag to a comedian?

“Joss.” He placed his hands firmly on her shoulders. Josslyn was startled by this sudden action

“All I’m asking is why are you here?” His grip on her grew tighter. Josslyn scrunched her nose.

“You’re playing with mist here.”

Ezio smirked playfully at Josslyn, that wasn’t the first time she had threatened him with her mist magic. Ezio let go of her shoulder and held his hands up as he backed up slightly.

“ Alright alright I surrender,” he said with a small laugh, admittedly he was a little scared of Josslyn and her magic, but he didn’t want to let her know that. He suddenly opened up a portal to the Purple Orca base and he grabbed her hand once again as he walked towards it.

“ I’m taking you home.” He announced before she yanked her hand out of his grip and glared coldly at him.

“ I told you I’m not your property!” She shouted, Ezio blinked in surprise. Hurt evident on his face.

Ezio hadn’t meant for it to come across as him being possessive of her, he was just worried about her. Especially since he knew what kind of guys were about to be coming into the tavern.

“ You’re right I…I hadn’t meant to come off that way, but please Josslyn. The guys that are fixing to come in here are really bad. Pleaseeee!” Ezio begged her.

With all her might and stamina she could muster she pulled her hand from his grasp. “You're such an idiot I swear, I got suspended from the purple orcas again.”

Ezio became dumbfounded. ‘Again….’ his mind echoed. “What did you do anyways?” He asked as he was fixing his posture.

She quickly whipped her head the other way, her arms crossed. She seemed embarrassed…? This was certainly new for Ezio.

Pouting her lips she muttered. “Thought I told you.”

“Eh? I can’t hear you.” He jerked his body forward, the portal continued to sit there.

“I thought I told you.” She muttered louder than before though Ezio had a hard time understanding.

“Speak louder.”

What Ezio didn’t expect on a night out was being punched to the wall by Josslyn. His head smashed against the wall, thankfully the wooden walls were thick enough to catch him. The portal to the purple orcas base immediately closed.

Ezio perked his eyes up when he heard the heel clicking as it met the floor. Crouching down to his level Josslyn whispered.

“I got suspended for setting up too many trap spells, all my squad mates ended up in a magic trap cube for a week. I kinda forgot all about them.”

Ezio rubbed the back of his head as he felt a small bump begin to form on the back of it. He let out a small sigh and shook his head when he heard what she did to her squad mates, it wasn’t surprising, and yet it was at the same time.

“ How did you forget about them in the cube?” He asked in surprise, he had to admit the embarrassed look on her face was pretty cute, but he wasn’t about to comment on it as he knew she would probably threaten to knock him into the wall again.

“ I dunno, I just did.” She mumbled with a shrug, she did have a tendency to forget about her squadmates, but she had never forgotten them for that long before.

Ezio stood up, created another portal, and held out his hand to help her stand.

“ C’mon I’m taking you home, as in home home.” She looked from his hand to his face, Josslyn went to open her mouth to argue but he quickly cut her off.

“ You can either come with me, or I can shout for Hikari and Alistar to come in here and take you home and I can assure you that you’ll probably be tied up and dragged while getting lectured by the both of them. Whereas if you come with me, all you’ll get is fun playful flirty banter as I walk you to your room.” Ezio said with a flirty smile, Josslyn just glared at him.

“ Please Joss?”

“I don’t know…” she muttered again. This was like trying to take a kid out of the candy store.

“Oh yeah now I remember! I told Rekka before I told anyone else!”

“Stop trying to change the topic!” An exaggerated shout came from him, which only led to Josslyn turning away from him again.

“Then quit being a pain in the ass.”

He groaned. Though quickly stopped mid through that groan scared to get another fist to the face. However she just sat there head still sitting in the same position.

“Listen…Joss I'm sorry I made you upset, that wasn’t my intention at all.” Slowly rising to her level, while still crouching down. His hand slowly moved up before grabbing her chin to face him. He saw those beautiful mint green eyes he adored.

“Quit trying to be a womanizer.” She muttered as she escaped Ezio’s grasp once more. Ezio looked visibly confused, she knew that he hasn’t had any luck in romance.

“Or maybe you’re just trying to be like my cousin.” She batted an eye at him, why was she getting territorial all of a sudden?

Ezio frowned at Josslyn words, ‘be just like her cousin’? What did she mean by that? And why did the look in her eye seem…jealous? Territorial? It was a strange look for her, one he didn’t recognize and he knew all of her looks.

“ Joss, are you jealous?” He tilted his head curiously, Josslyn suddenly had a surprised look in her eyes before turning away with a small blush.

“ N-No, of course not! Why would I be jealous?” She scoffed, Ezio’s frown only deepened at her denial. He looked towards the door as he heard Alistar and Leon’s voice’s grow louder and closer, he knew they were going to kill him for dragging them here and then suddenly abandoning them the minute he saw Josslyn. Ezio suddenly looked panicked as he grabbed her hand tightly and looked at her pleadingly.

“ Joss I can’t sit here and argue with you anymore, the minute those two come through the door I’m dead, like really dead, deader than dead, so dead that even a ghost would be surprised at how dead I am.” Ezio knew he was being dramatic but still, he wanted to get his point across. “ So please just come with me, we can continue this conversation once we get to your house but right now I need you to come with me!” He told her in a more commanding and urgent tone, he surprised himself as he sounded much more like his mother then his father in this instance.

“Don’t act condescending with me! Stop acting like a mother, for all I’ve known I’ve been on my own since twelve and I really did think I had a few people I can trust but it turns out you're not one of them! So. Leave. Me. Alone!!” She lifted a hand to slap though a sudden volt went through his entire body, like an instinct in a way.

Grabbing her wrist he whipped up a portal pulling her in first to prevent her from escaping. Though the only thing on his mind was when she made that remark about acting like a mother, but she has a mother? Why not compare her to him, though he seems like he’s only looking at meaningless clues.

A loud THUD was made as soon as the portal closed. Lying on the cold tiles in the black light.

“Joss?” He said softly.

He heard a faint groan, looking around it was hard to notice her, even if she has pink hair.

“Asshole I’m below you.”

Eyes shooting down on the pink haired princess who didn’t seem to be taken into kindly that he was laying right below him.

Ezio blinked and looked down, Josslyn was right he had landed right on top of her! He quickly blushed and jumped up, he scooted away from her until his back hit something hard behind him. When Ezio looked up, it was her bedroom door, he had transported them to the hallway of the Silva Residence. He let out a relieved sigh as he had managed to make it out in time before Leon and Alistar could get to him.

“ So, now since it’s just the two of us, care to answer a couple of my questions?” He asked as he pulled one of his knee’s up and propped his left arm on it, Josslyn rolled her eyes as she sat up.

“ I thought I wasn’t getting lectured?” She asked as she stood and crossed her arms, looking down at the pink haired young man.

“ I’m not lecturing, I just want a few answers. First, why did you just compare me to your mother? Secondly, why did you come to the tavern dressed like that? Thirdly, why did you compare me to your cousin? And Lastly,” his voice lowered slightly. “ why did you tell Rekka about your suspension before me?” He had to admit he was a bit hurt that he was the last to know about her suspension, he stood up at the same time as her and he crossed his arms.

She felt furious not because of the questions he was asking, but furious at herself for feeling furious. She squeezed her hands into balls. Why, Why, Why? She wanted to leave

“If you want answers you’ll have answers.”

Ezio took Josslyn’s hands and began drawing circles with his thumb. He didn’t want to seem desperate nor sad, he just wanted to show her that he was more than a magic knight who flirted with girls.

Josslyn felt defeated. Shrugging her shoulders down she wasn’t even bothered to look him in the eye.

“You see the picture up above me.” From the castle window a dim light reflected on the portrait above her. “A picture of Nebra Silva?”

“That's right, my mom.”

“What’s so significant about it, it’s just a portrait of her with her short hair and wearing her normal iced blue uniform.”

“Not the point, you love sick idiot.” Now that kinda stung.

“My mom first noticed she got pregnant with me after she collapsed performing royal duties, the kingdom was shocked knowing that a peasant got her pregnant. The shocking part was that when I was conceived my dad almost left my mom that same night.”

Ezio opened his mouth to speak but got cut off when Josslyn placed a finger over his mouth.

“Let me finish.”

“Since I’ve become a teenager she’s always on my case about my business, and why I've been suspended multiple times from the magic knights, which I see why but the problem Is that she was once like me, parent or not she was sleeping around.”

“ So,”

When his voice tainted the air she looked at him, “You’re saying that I’m being hypercritical by always getting on your case, who I’m with, etc, Josslyn but that’s your mother of course she’s gonna be on your case.”

“That’s not what I mean!” She had to hold herself back from slapping him.

“Second question, I came to the tavern because I felt a little uh….”

“Admit it you were jealous.”

Josslyn felt flabbergasted.

“No I-“

“If you can’t admit it, you're just as big a hypocrite as your mom and I.”

Josslyn glared at Ezio’s words, she didn’t want to be like her mother and be a hypocrite. But for some reason she also didn’t want to admit she was jealous and that's why she went to the tavern, she glanced at her friend and saw confusion yet concern. She shook her head.

“ You don’t get it, just leave and go home.” She told him coldly before trying to move around him to go to her room. Ezio gripped her hands tighter to keep her from leaving.

“ No, you’re not walking away from this, not until you talk to me.” He insisted, he usually never pushed her, but tonight he felt like he needed too. He watched her bite her bottom lip in thought.

“ You want me to be honest?” She asked, when she saw Ezio nod she turned away slightly. “ I..I don’t know how I’m feeling. I don’t know why I went to that tavern, I just know that I needed to and that I needed to ruin your date with that girl because the thought of you being with someone else hurt me.” Josslyn told him softly, Ezio blinked at her words.

“ To me, it sounds like you were jealous, and that you want me to be with you. Do you feel like this often?” He asked as he continued to rub circles on the back of her hand.

“ Only when you go out with other girls.” Josslyn mumbled, Ezio sighed softly as a warm smile appeared on his face.

“ Josslyn look at me,” Ezio told her, she glanced up at him. “ I love you Josslyn, I’m not saying this in the flirty way I normally do. I mean it; I love you, so much. I always have since we were kids.”

“You’re seriously joking?” Josslyn felt her heart strings being played.

“Josslyn you’re the prettiest girl I know, I love everything about you to your perfect neatly hair, your mint green eyes, your red cherry chapstick, your steam magic, I love everything single thing about you.”

She felt bewildered by this. Has her heart ever been touched like this before? She clenched her chest. Why can’t life be so simple? Why do these feelings called emotions come in our way?

“Now please answer this: why did you tell Rekka about your suspension before me?”

A sneaky smirk formed on her lips. “Seems like you're the jealous one now.” A crimson blush grew.

“W-Whatever.”

“Well for me telling Rekka before you it’s just y’know our families are close and I’ve known him since forever?”

“I’ve known you forever too.” He grumbled

Josslyn rolled her eyes for the fifth time tonight quite dramatically though a small smile graced her lips.

“I know Rekka has a crush on me, but I don’t like him like that. To me he’s family and anyway If I wanted to date him I can’t because my little brother has a crush on his little sister.”

For the first time tonight they laughed .

Ezio couldn’t help but feel slight relief when Jossyn admitted that she didn’t feel the same way about Rekka as he felt about her. Ezio watched as Josslyn laugh, it was such a beautiful sound, he always loved hearing her laugh and seeing her smile. That’s partially why he flirted so much with her so he could see it, instead he would mostly get an annoyed look or some flirtatious banter from her.

The two stood there in silence for a while, neither one really knowing what to say. Josslyn couldn’t really believe that he was being serious about his love for her, he had confessed too many times to loving her in the past, and yet somehow this confession felt *different* more serious than the previous ones.

“ So, where do we go from here?” Josslyn asked him softly, Ezio shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“ I don’t know. I know where I stand as far as my feelings for you, but do you know where you stand as far as your feelings for me?” He asked her kindly, Ezio watched as he saw a conflicted look in her eye. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

“ I don’t know. I think I love you but…I just don’t know.” She admitted, her voice shaking a bit. Ezio’s smile turned sad as that wasn’t what he really wanted to hear, but soon his smile turned accepting and he squeezed her hand back.

“ It’s ok Joss, I think, I think what you need most of all right now is time. Time to figure out your feelings and work things out.” Ezio told her, his voice soft and warm it almost felt like a warm comforting blanket had been wrapped around her.

She sniffed a little, she couldn’t help but hate for herself again for feeling this way. It felt foreign to her.

Not knowing what move to make next she did the first thing that came to mind.

Hug him.

Ezio had swore he felt the world stop moving when she felt her hands wrapped around his neck. He hesitated to wrap his hands around her waist, but when he did he could feel her hugging even tighter. This was the highlight of Ezio's dazzling night out. He never intended a fun night at the mixer, to him confessing his love to the flaming sakura of house Silva. It felt too good to be true

As he continued to enjoy this embrace he heard her sniffs which had caused him to perk his eyes to her.

“Everything alright, Joss?”

“Yeah, I just hate this world.”

“Don’t we all?”

he listened as she made a small ‘hmph’ how in the world did he fall for her? A blessed feeling really.

Ezio held Josslyn tightly against his chest, he couldn’t remember the last time she hugged him like this. It had been at least 4 years or more, and that had been the first and last time she had done it. He frowned a bit as he felt Josslyn’s shoulders shake with laughter.

“ You’re so warm.” She mumbled softly against his shoulder, Ezio chuckled as his hands rubbed soothingly up and down her back.

“ See? I told you I was warm and you never believed me.” He said with a mock disappointed sigh, he felt her shove his shoulder playfully and he laughed again, this was nice. Just standing there holding each other, without a care in the world. When suddenly a tall man appeared in the hallway.

“ Josslyn! What are you doing out so late?! If your mother catches you, you’re going to get in trouble!” Helreignn, Josslyn’s brother Ace’s devil shouted. Ezio let out a shout as he jumped away from her, the pink haired girl sighed at both men.

“ Oh, did I interrupt something?” He asked as he looked between Ezio and Josslyn with a confused look on his face. Ezio clutched his racing heart as his face was pale.

“ You scared me half to death!” Ezio shouted dramatically.

“Oh wow.” He commented sarcastically. “How about we throw a pity party for you? promise I’ll save you a seat in my council in the afterlife.”

“I’ll have to decline on that.”

“You’ve met Helreignn before? After that rookie mission where the mountain exploded.”

“I’m not sure if I wanna remember.”

Helreignn whistled before cornering the small man.

“Listen here, dare a lay a finger on Josslyn again and I will not hesitate to strangle you with my arrows.” He said in a threatening tone as he cornered him while cracking his knuckles. Ezio was tall, but compared to that fright he felt so tiny.

“Helreignn.”

“Hm?” He whipped his head around to meet the young girls casual expression

“I think I heard Ace needs you for polearm training.”

“This late at night?” He said shifting his entire boy around.

“Yep, now go before he ends up losing an eye.”

Helreignn made a humming sound, he glared at Ezio then at Josslyn before walking where he came from with hands behind his back.

“Fine, but if he’s still hanging around here in 5 minutes you better pray to Odin.”

As soon as he left the premises Josslyn turned to Ezio.

“Sorry about him. But you heard what he said.”

“ Yeah I heard him,” Ezio said as he cleared his throat, everyone was wanting to kill him today it seemed. He looked at the clock on the nearby wall and sighed, it was getting late and he knew if Yami or his parents caught him out he would get into big trouble. “ It’s late anyway I need to start heading home.” He added as he opened a portal and began to walk towards it. He stopped when Josslyn grabbed his arm.

“ Will you,” she paused, biting her lip in thought. It was wrong of her to ask him to wait for her, especially since she didn’t know how long it would take for her to figure out her feelings for him. He smiled softly at her before he stepped up to her and gave her a chaste kiss on her forehead.

“ I’ll wait for you, I promise.” Ezio told her softly before placing another kiss on top of her head. She looked up at him in surprise, she hadn’t been expecting him to say that, he was a known flirt just like his father was. But he looked serious, like he really meant what he said. Ezio pulled away reluctantly, his heart silently breaking as he let the love of his life go, even if it wasn’t permanent it still hurt.

“ Take all the time you need to figure out how you feel. I'll still be here no matter what you decide. Goodnight, Josslyn.” He said softly before walking through the portal that led to the Black Bulls base. All he wanted right now was to go to bed and just stay there for a while, but instead what he saw when he walked through the portal was a drunken Leon and a very drunk Alistar in front of the base.