#the heroes or whoever else are so stressed

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 63

Danny is honestly having fun. Sure his friends and him have gotten thrown into this world with a bunch of monsters and giant creatures, but it’s fun! He’s going to make friends with all of them- even if they do try to eat him in human form most of the time. They all seem pretty confused by them when they smell like ecto though, which uh, wow wasn’t how they wanted to learn the whole class has become liminal. Oh well, it’s just them and Mr Lancer on an entire island to themselves! And he can’t be the only one to want to pet and befriend a dragon, like, c’mon! It’s a dragon! And Star is already eyeing a giant lightning unicorn so he definitely isn’t the only one down to go feral! Hey, at least there’s no GIW here or ghost attacks, and seeing as he doesn’t know how to make portals like Wulf, it’ll take a while to make a ghost portal to the zone. So feral island children it is! 

Bonus DCxDP crossover is if a hero of group of heroes also get thrown into the world onto the island. To them it’s almost like a peter pan situation only the children have a single adult whose given up on controlling the chaos. Oh yeah, they also all have powers and ride giant mythical beasts. Did they mention none of the group trusts any of them either? Yeaaah, this is going to be a long trip home…

[petertingle-yipyip]

LOOKALIKE - MULTIVERSE!READER

Pairing: None directly; implied multiverse!matt x multiverse!spidergirl!reader

Word Count: 2,447

Summary: Spider Noire, a female spider themed hero, and Spider-man’s partner. Yanked from her universe and dropped into a new one, she finds someone familiar but still different. // is this great? no. is it fun? eh. am i posting it anyway? yeah. //

This wasn’t New York. You quickly realized that when you nearly collided with a skyscraper in the path you were swinging, one that had been clear less than a blink ago.

Wel, maybe it was. But it wasn’t your New York.

The blocks weren’t set up the right way. Businesses that were on 11th were now on 44th. The bodega you and Matt always went to was replaced with a shoe store. Your own apartment building was now a Target.

With no idea where you were, you ran to the only place that seemed to be familiar. It was late so the chances that anyone was there were minuscule. He was probably out doing his work as the Kitchen’s vigilante but you had nowhere else to go.

You burst through the doors to Nelson and Murdock and found Karen sitting at her desk, a light on in either office to the sides. Your sudden entrance made her jump from her seat as you yanked the mask off your face.

“Thank God.” You sighed. “Is Matt here?”

“Matt Murdock?” She asked carefully.

“Yeah.” You nodded.

“No, he’s not here. I can get Foggy for you though, but um.. Who should I tell him is here?”

“What? Karen, c’mon. You know me.” Your brows furrowed.

“I’m sorry.” She let out a nervous chuckle.

“Karen, it’s me. Y/N Osborne?” The blank expression in her eyes made you continue, almost desperate to have her recognize you. “Spider Noire? Black and gold spandex suit?” You gestured to the suit you were still wearing. “I work with Spiderman and Daredevil all the time?”

“You know Daredevil?” Her brows raised.

“What is going on?” You let out a stressed laugh and pushed your hands through your hair.

“What’s going on out here?” Foggy came out and you were relieved to see at least he was the same.

“Y/N Osborne is here.” Karen spoke carefully.

“Osborne?” His brows raised as he turned to you. “You mean Y/N Parker?”

“Parker?” You laughed. “I’m not related to Peter, I’m related to Harry. Remember? We used to joke that Oscorp got me into Columbia.”

“The Y/N I knew was Peter Parker’s older cousin. She applied to Columbia but ended up at MIT instead.”

“Knew?”

“Yeah, Y/N died a couple years ago fighting the Hand.”

“The Hand? No, it wasn’t me that died. Elektra died that night.”

“Matt said you both did.”

“This doesn’t make any sense.” You mumbled to yourself. “And that- that- that kid on the billboard? The one who killed fishbowl guy. Who is that?”

“Spiderman?”

“C’mon, guys. Peter’s like my brother. I think I'd know if he was a murderer. That’s not Spiderman.”

“Yes, it is.” He nodded and took a few steps closer. “Are you okay? Is there someone we can call for you?”

“You’re not Foggy.” You said sadly and stepped backwards, fighting back the tears. “You’re not Foggy and I can’t find Peter and something is really wrong.”

“Ms. Osborne, wait.” He tried but you were already running out the door.

You yanked your mask back down and shot a web at the roof across the street. You ignored the shouts from the streets below. Some yelled for you to go home, that they hated Spiderman. They must’ve mistaken you for Spiderman because they yelled that you were a murderer. They hated you, but you had no idea what was happening.

You didn’t know Mysterio. You didn’t know why Spiderman suddenly looked different. You didn’t know why everyone knew Peter Parker was Spiderman. While everything was spinning in your head, your body reacted to something being thrown at you.

You dove out of the way and shot a web at it so you could fling it back at whoever threw it. When you looked over, you saw the familiar silhouette. You let out a sigh of relief before yanking off your mask.

“Thank God it’s you.” You breathed.

“I’m gonna need you to answer some questions.” Matt said firmly and you felt your skin buzz when you realized Matt was ready to fight you.

“Matt?”

“Who are you?”

“Not you too.” You said sadly.

“Who do you work for?”

You groaned loudly and knocked both fists against your forehead.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

“I don’t work for anyone! Why does no one believe me?” You shouted, watching as Matt began to walk slow circles around you.

“Fisk?”

“Who?” You asked in defeat.

“Yakuza? Did the Hand do this?”

“No, I-“ You groaned and flicked a quick shot at his feet. “Your pacing is making me anxious.”

“You need to tell me who you are.”

“Oh my-“ You complained before you dropped to sit cross-legged on the floor. “Y/N Osborne. You know me.”

“Y/N…” He said your name softly, as if he hadn’t said it in so long. “But she’s..”

“Dead? Yeah, I’m just as confused as you are… Something’s not right, but I’m not smart enough to figure it out on my own. I thought you could help, but obviously you can’t.”

“You’re not Y/N. Not the one I knew, at least.” Matt said carefully, kneeling to free his foot. The tension in your body had dulled and now you just felt lost. “Your heartbeat is different.”

“How?” Your head tilted and you watched as he pulled off the helmet. Overall, he was the same Matt you knew back home, but his hair was shorter and even though it was messy from the helmet, you knew it was probably styled poorly. That was almost enough to make you laugh but you found a small comfort in seeing the same eyes you knew. The same features, same expression, same inflictions in his voice.

“It’s stronger. You're stronger.”

“You said you knew me as Y/N Parker?”

“Yeah… And you couldn’t do this.” He gave a small smile as he gestured to your webbing. “You trained with Elektra and Stick.”

“Yeah, I knew Ellie. But I met her when I met you, back in college. At Columbia.”

“You’re so different…” He said softly. “You’re telling the truth but… You’re just not my Y/N.”

“Yeah, I’m figuring that part out.” You sighed. “You’re a dead ringer for my Matt, though. Perfect lookalike.”

He gave a small laugh. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

“It is.” You smiled softly. “But it isn’t. Just makes me miss him more.”

“Have you tried finding Spiderman?”

“Peter? I don’t even know how I found you.” You laughed nervously.

“Technically, I found you.” He teased and you mimicked him, making him laugh.

“I don’t even know if I’d find this Peter or the Peter I know. Hell, there could be five Peter Parkers floating around now.”

“I could help you.” He offered.

You glanced around the New York skyline and felt an odd sensation. It felt like a string, tugging you and it sent a strange feeling to the pit of your stomach. It sent a tingle across your skin and almost made you shiver.

“No… I think I have an idea.” You said distantly, attention still stuck on that feeling. You felt if you turned away, it would move and you wouldn’t be able to find it again. “If you can’t get out of that-“ You offered over your shoulder as you fixed your mask back into place. “-it normally falls apart in a couple hours.”

“Couple hours?” He repeated in shock. “No. Y/N, c’mon.”

“It’s fine. You’ll be fine. I gotta go.”

“Y/N!”

“Later, Daredevil!” You called as you stepped off the roof.

After what felt like an eternity of swinging in circles, you finally let your feet hit the ground. You yanked your mask again and slammed it at your feet.

“Goddammit.” You huffed and shoved your fingers through your hair.

You stopped on that rooftop and surveyed the nearby buildings, hoping to see a familiar figure in his trademark red and blue spandex. But you seemed to be alone, despite the way your head screamed that you were right.

“Where are you, Peter?” You asked the city, hoping the streets would answer or the lights would point you in the right direction. You didn’t really expect an answer so you jumped when you heard the voice.

“If you’re looking for a fight.” A tired voice came from behind you. You spun quickly with your fists ready, only to find a boy hunched over his folded knees that he clutched to his chest. “I really don’t wanna deal with that right now.”

“A fight? No, no.” You relaxed your hands and folded them behind your back instead. “I- I didn’t realize anyone else was up here. I’m sorry. I can go.”

“Doesn’t matter… I don’t care anymore.”

“Are you-“ You said gently, moving to crouch beside him. “Are you Peter?”

“Mhmm.”

“Peter Parker?”

“Unfortunately.” He muttered. “Who are you?”

“That’s a little uh, bleak. What’s going on, little Spidey?”

“Well everyone looking for me from another universe has tried to kill me so...”

“I’m sorry, another universe?” You repeated in disbelief but that seemed to be the most fitting explanation. “That’s what this is? Huh. Oh man, Pete’s probably loving this.”

“Well this Peter isn’t because tonight has been the worst night of my life and I want it all to be over.”

“Ah.” You nodded. “That seems to be the trend with Peter Parkers, apparently. The whole always having someone trying to kill you bit. My Peter deals with that all the time… Something really bad happened tonight, didn’t it?” You asked gently once you realized just how beat up he was.

All he could do was nod while he clutched his knees a little tighter.

“People call me Spider Noire, by the way.” You sat beside him and crossed your legs. “But most of the time, it’s Y/N Osborne.”

“Osborne?” He repeated quickly. Defensively, almost. “Like- Like Norman Osborne? The Green Goblin Osborne?”

“Norman, yes. But my dad was never the Goblin.” You defended immediately, putting your hands up in surrender. “He died of some sickness. They never tell the kid the details, especially if she’s not the one getting the company… No, that honor - along with the Green Goblin title - went to my brother before he died.”

“Oh…” He replied in a small voice. “What happened to your brother?”

“He died in a fight against Spiderman. Harry - that’s my brother - tried to kill me and his best friend’s girlfriend.. Dropped us down a clock tower. I managed to save myself but Gwen wasn’t so lucky… Kind of a shitty thing to do if you ask me but hey. It is what it is.”

“Against Spiderman…”

“Yeah, but I think it’s for the best.”

“Really?”

“I don’t think I could’ve forgiven him for what he did.” You confessed. “And even if he didn’t die against my Peter, I probably would’ve killed him myself.”

“You wanted revenge on your own brother?”

“To be quite honest, I don’t think he really saw me as his sister… I think he hated me and whatever made him snap just brought it to the surface. And I don’t look like my father so I have a theory that I was adopted but the only people who would’ve known are dead.”

“I’m sorry about your friend.” He offered honestly.

You thought it was kind that he would offer his sympathy to you, despite his clear suffering. You had seen the billboards and magazine stories that criminalized him. You received a handful of the hate and threats intended for him. You saw the news report of the demolished condo building from his fight. You saw the flash of Dr. Connors in his lizard form and the blur of a modified version of the Osborne glider. You knew he was going through hell in those moments, but he still offered you - a complete stranger from an apparently different universe - his kindness.

“Who was it?” You tried. “If you’re okay with me asking.”

“Hmm?”

“Tonight.” You shifted to face him. “I saw that there was a body recovered after a massive explosion during a Spiderman fight. Who did you lose tonight?”

“My Aunt May.”

“Oh no, Peter.” You said gently, putting both hands on his forearms. “I’m so sorry… I know what she meant to my Peter so I can only assume what she meant to you.”

“She was all the family I had left.” He whispered in a pained, broken voice. “How-“ He took a deep breath to settle himself. “How am I supposed to keep doing this without her?”

“I’m afraid I can’t help with that.” You sighed.

“She died because of me.”

“No.” You said quickly. You slid over to be on your knees in front of him to ensure you had his attention. “Peter, I promise it wasn’t your fault. I don’t care how the fight went down but it wasn’t your fault.”

“But it was!” He cried. “I told her- I told her to run. But she didn’t. She stayed with me and now she’s dead! And I couldn’t save her.” His voice fell to a whisper for the last line.

“Guilt is one hell of a burden to carry. Peter, you can’t allow your grief to become guilt because it will ruin you.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I saw it happen to my Peter.”

“What happened?”

“I can’t explain to you what he was feeling because I wouldn’t be able to tell his story right but I know someone who can… Do you wanna help me find my Peter? I’m sure he’d love to talk to you.”

“I don’t wanna do anything other than…”

“Other than what?”

“I want to kill Norman Osborne.”

“I can’t say I don’t understand where you’re coming from.” You nodded. “But you’re so young, Peter. You don’t want that type of blood on your hands, do you?”

“The world already thinks I’m a murderer.” He scoffed and threw his hands forward. “What difference does it make?”

“The difference is whether or not you are. Don’t fit into the narrative that the world paints for you.”

“Peter.” A girl said from behind you. You stood and found a girl and a boy, eyes locked on Peter and near tears.

You stepped away and let them embrace their friend. Your attention turned to a feeling from slightly above you and you turned to find your Peter watching. You let out a sigh of relief as he dropped down to embrace you.

But if you only knew how upside down that night would turn, you never would’ve gone out to begin with. Maybe then you would’ve been safe in your own universe.

[heroicgartist]

How Vault Tec Rep and Kent Connolly parallel each other and cute relationship headcanons (REALLY SELF INDULGENT)

Tbh I feel like Vault Tec Rep (David Dwecker) and Kent Connolly must've known each other in their past life because I sometimes think back to the way he mentions how Kent is crazy and I just like running off that idea that Crazy Kent is a nickname David gave to him XD

I think it's a cute idea that David and Kent were kinda maybe childhood friends because their dynamic would make too much sense to me. Kent being the Silver Shroud fanatic that he is while David is a fanatic of having stress inducing levels of work ethic for Vault Tec.

I can see Kent endlessly rambling on and on about whatever new story has been produced about the silver shroud to even rants about inconsistencies and flaws with new continuity being made.

While David doesn't really care about whatever childish fictional material Kent likes no matter how grounded Kent says it is, I think he could've gotten motivated by Kent's spirit no matter how timid he may be about it towards other people. He likes how charismatically excited Kent sounds through the stutters. David might've felt jealous about his boundless sense of enthusiasm for one fictional hero. That his spirit seems to be energized even through potential lore/continuity disappointments because holy heck Kent really speaks a lot.

All of this leading up to post-war Kent and David taking opposite stances of their post-war lifestyle. While it is cut from the same root of needing something of the past to push on towards the future. Kent using his forever bound passion in the Silver Shroud to spread the hope and investment he had for the story althroughout the commonwealth wherever he can. To spread the spirit of the Silver Shroud to whoever who wants to aspire being him. His sense of idealism makes use of his past albeit not-at-first practical skills in order to have an actual real Silver Shroud in the Commonwealth. His influence he felt from fiction managed to become possible even in a post-war environment.

To David though, his past passion all led to disappointment and a eternal feeling of betrayal. He represented a corrupt company that sought to not protect everyone from the threat of nuclear devastation and he has to live with the fact that all his hard work effectively represented a corrupt source of power that left him and other people to rot in the wastes or become freaks of Vault Tec's manufactured nature.

He felt like he had nothing of the past to treasure and even people (and 1 Codsworth) from the past was not enough to liven his spirit of the burden he felt he wrought onto himself. He needed a semblance of normalcy and trust from his past life to rely on, also a voice that he could vent to. Some sort of sanctuary isolated from the present he is stuck with.

While David effectively leaves Goodneighbor for Sanctuary to go back to his lively salesman self. I like to think he visits Goodneighbor (via taxi of course) to chat up with Kent with whatever crazy nonsense he has to say about the NEW AWE INSPIRING VENTURES OF THE SILVER SHROUD IN THE COMMONWEALTH. Potentially asking Kent for a favor to sponsor his vendor shops. Now Kent has to bear a grin whenever David speaks all about business and how it could be beneficial inside the Silver Shroud Radio broadcasts. He doesn't really get why he loves doing business so much ^O^" It just turns out David just really needed something to hook onto which is that all the skills and memories he has of his past life were not for nothing.

*misc headcanons

David has to be the one that pulls Kent away from trouble even when he is scared as all heck in a handbasket. Allowing himself to get beatup by bullies or else seeing Kent hurt would kill his spirit more

Kent knows that David isn't really interested, but he relies on David to be a patient polite listener (he is trained to be that way after all)

Kent uses David as a model because he really takes care of his clothes (THE SAME VAULT TEC REPRESENTATIVE OUTFIT STILL RELATIVELY GOOD BRUHHH)

Whenever David agrees to wear a costume with him, he gets the courage to wear the Silver Shroud costume himself (mainly becuz Vault Tec Rep's manage to look like a cool mysterious stranger kinda fella! Aesthetic awesomeness! B))

David helps Kent with his homework so that he can get an allowance to get more and more comic books and merchandise every week. Kent had hobbies to do, David had a comprehensible learning process! ^O^

David likes smoothskin sole survivor from the past, so he gets soothed that Kent's voice sounds completely unharmed. And also kinda cute on a ghoul.

They make Silver Shroud fanfics together, David on keyboard, Kent on idea machine!

Kent made David steak knife weapons, he likes seeing David happy (to do some good justice with the Silver Shroud! Those steak knives are meant for Tuxedo Mask-esque finishers!!! >:D)

Oh and yeah they kisssssssss >3< Kent comments on how good of a person David is to him. David often has moments of self doubt due to his past with Vault Tec and being the image on people's doorsteps of what Vault Tec is supposed to be. But Kent would bring up how David managed to outlive whoever might've controlled Vault Tec at the higher ups themselves even without their corruption made tech. That they are ready and prepared to make their own future!

Anyways good night! -3-

[rayshippouuchiha]

Summary: [[ Midoriya Izuku has watched every one of tomuragaming's videos religiously since he came up on his youtube feed years ago. He never would have expected tomuragaming to be a villain, but here they are at the USJ, Aizawa-sensei half-dead on the ground, tomuragaming trying to reach Tsuyu over Izuku's shoulder because he thinks SHE'S the one who made smallmight64 cry.

or, shigaraki is a gaming youtuber and izuku is a hero analysis youtuber and they're both big fans of each other. tomuragaming is a villain now apparently?? but he's still a dedicated gamer and he WILL be uploading weekly.

FEATURING: tsukauchi and toshinori's divorce in the youtube comment section (whoever the fuck they are), Midoriya Izuku trying out tea at the mall with tomuragaming on livestream while being held hostage (not as stressful as you'd think), tomuragaming having to repeat again and again that 'yes he's a villain. yes he's a gamer. they exist' (just as stressful as you'd think), aizawa shouta x literally anything else except becoming internet famous (he doesn't get his wish), and dabi getting bullied on tumblr by endeavorhateblog and his siblings (who are strangely similar to his own siblings??) ]]

THIS IS SO FUCKING HILARIOUS!!! IM CACKLING!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[a-had-matter]

Greetings mutual of mine, tis I, completing my duties as a mutual to randomly send you questions :D (I haven’t done these in a while oh well lmaooo)

Thoughts on the ending to s5 of MLB?

Sorry for the late reply, I literally just watched it and i went on a roller coaster of emotions. spoilers ahead for whoever else reads this

I was in tears when i saw that GABRIEL FUCKING AGRESTE HAD A DAMN STATUE AFTER WHAT HE DID, like what the actual fuck. he started off as a goofy bald-looking villain and turned out a whole terrorist. we forget, i guess, that they are teenagers. what he did is unforgivable. akumatizing innocent people, neglecting his son, (i feel for Natalie honestly, cause she deserves better) causing so much stress and probably trauma, stealing miraculous, spreading his terribleness throughout the world, existing.

i also don't know why marinette thought she could reason with him, and i literally howled in laughter when he paralyzed her with venom cause idk why she trusted him. i knew it would happen. he's crazy. you cannot reason with crazy.

I also haven't seen any of the show since season 3 i think, so whenever I saw luka was a guardian, i was happily surprised. i don't even know how that happened, so that's when i burst into my first set of tears. I love that man.

I am also a fan of gimmi just because of the name (also, why did bug noir's eyes look like kiwis?!) and honestly, these two episodes just changed my entire view on marinette. i know it was gabriel's "dying wish" for adrien not to know of his villainy, but that does not mean mari should have kept that wish. if my parental figure did that shit, i'd wanna know, and then if someone i loved pulled what she pulled, i'd be pissed! like wth?! HE DOES NOT DESERVE SHIT. HE'S LITERALLY TERRIBLE. ADRIEN HAS A RIGHT TO KNOW!!!

and then the way marinette knows. she knows everything about what went down, i know it, i know it, i know it. and she didn't fucking tell him, like what the actual fuck. what the fuck. (also, the way ladybug and chat noir still don't know each other's identities is hilarious to me) the truth about that will come out, and it will ruin their relationship. and the only person i'll feel bad for is adrien, and no one else, cause why would she keep that from him? he needs to know that. also, i don't know about that one girl who has the moth miraculous. she looks like a lila

and i'm not hating on how it ended with how their city is now, cause that's super cool, i love the eco rule, and the new school, and how bustier is the mayor, and the new reporter though i liked the old reporter. it was... good. i just don't like how marinette lied, and how gabriel was made to look like a hero though he was a literal fucking terrorist. thats all. and honestly, idk how i feel about adrienette anymore. or marinette anymore. it's just... idk

but there's my rant. i feel better letting all of this out.

[genie-made-of-clouds]

Incorrect Quotes Based On What My Most Recent Fic Is About

. . .

Izuku: Mr. Aizawa, you'll be playing the role of my father.

Aizawa: I would love to.

Izuku: thats not how fathers work-

. . .

Deku: I am very small. And I have no money. So you can imagine the kind of stress that I am under...

. . .

Aizawa, pointing at Izuku: dis a son

Aizawa, pointing at Mic: dis a DJ

Aizawa, pointing at Nezu: dis a rat

Aizawa, pointing at All Might: disappointment

. . .

Izuku, staring at Shinso: I am a dumb bitch with terrible taste.

Izuku: I will never change.

Izuku: I will never improve.

Izuku: that is a promise.

. . .

Shinso: h-

Izuku: oh boy, I sure hope no one thought I was straight because oh. my. god.

. . .

Aizawa: hello, son, have you made anyone cry today?

Izuku: sadly, no. It is only 11:00, though.

. . .

Izuku, walking into the bathroom: dad, why are you in the bathroom at 3am? What are you doing?

Aizawa, holding a box of blue hair dye, and a bottle of bleach: something drastic and impulsive because I'm gay and have no impulse control. What are you doing?

Izuku, holding an electric razor behind his back: ...drugs

. . .

Aizawa: I wish you would just admit you made a mistake.

Izuku, stirring his coffee: I prefer it with salt.

. . .

Aizawa: you know... under that rough exterior, you're actually pretty nice.

Izuku: repeat that disgusting slander again, and you'll be hearing from my lawyers.

. . .

Izuku: everything's going to be fine. Its just a crush.

Shinso: hey Midoriya

Izuku: I love you.

. . .

Izuku: excuse me, I lost my dad, can I make an announcement?

Store Manager: sure!

Izuku: goodbye, you piece of shit.

. . .

Midnight: so whats it like being a dad?

Aizawa: imagine being the parent to a respectful, civilized, responsible, and mature teenager.

Midnight: Okay

Aizawa: now throw that idea through the fucking window.

. . .

Izuku: here's a fun idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, we fight whoever else is under it.

Aizawa: no-

Shinso: mistlefoe

Aizawa: don't encourage him!

. . .

Aizawa: I have the sharpest memory. Name one time I forgot something.

Izuku: you left me in the Walmart parking lot like, three weeks ago.

Aizawa: I did that on purpose, try again.

. . .

Aizawa: you're a very violent child.

Izuku: yeah, but I'm short, so its adorable.

. . .

Izuku: [drops one (1) French fry]

Izuku: nooOOOooo

Izuku: this is all my dad's fault.

. . .

Izuku: sometimes I wish the earth was flat just so I could yet myself into the endless void of space.

Shinso: ...are you ok?

Aizawa: I could just end you right now, would that make you feel better?

. . .

Aizawa: Where's your dad?

Izuku, fresh and groovy: Whats a dad?

Aizawa:

Aizawa: I'll be right back. I'm just getting adoption papers.

. . .

Izuku: [comes back alive after yet another tragic accident]

Aizawa: jeez, you really do have main character disease.

. . .

Aizawa: I'm not a thug. I'm a hero!

Izuku: oh yeah? Name one law.

Aizawa: Don't kill people.

Izuku: ...that ones on me, I set the bar too low

. . .

Endeavor: oh no, I fucked up!

Izuku, deadpan: he said with surprise in his voice, for some reason.

[aidanchaser]

Tag Game: POV You’re in a Horror Film

i was tagged by @letthebookbegin​! Thank you for thinking of me

create your look here

find what role you'd play here

I had fun making my look even tho horror isn’t really my brand. And maybe it’s a good thing it isn’t my brand bc I did in fact score the tragic hero

you are the good guy who just cannot catch a break. your life just fucking sucks, frankly. one day, you have friends, family, hobbies you enjoy, maybe even a dog. and then, something happens that sets off this never-ending chain reaction of bullshit and it all gets swept away from you in a heartbeat. all your friends are dead now and you might be alive but god at what cost.

Really thought I’d get comic relief tbh bc I have big sidekick energy but I do step up when things are stressful but hey at least I might survive

Tagging: @kelofmindelan​ @anopoulos​ @astargatelover​ @bree-bug​(if u ever check ur tumblr) @ohnodevlin, @lightningorb​ @allthingsbucky​ @sunshinemarauder​ and open to whoever else would like to do it! I tried to go through my messages and hit everyone I thought would be into it so if I missed you and this is your jam please do it and tag me so I can add our horror self-inserts to my list of daydreams to cycle through

[anqelblccm]

⊹˳⁺ ⠀⠀⠀ IDENTITY  ! 

LEGAL  NAME  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ ████  ████ 

PREFERRED  NAME  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ kwon  euiwoong  (  권의웅  )

ARTIST  NAME  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ hero  (  히로  )  prev.  woong  (  웅  )

NICKNAMES  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ nation’s  angel,  all-rounder,  ace  of  kpop,  househusband 

BIRTHDAY  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ october  4,  1998

ZODIAC  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ libra

PRONOUNS  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ he  /  him

SEXUALITY  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ straight

ETHNICITY  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ south  korean 

OCCUPATION  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ full-time  idol  &  part-time  guardian  angel 

LANGUAGES  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ korean,  english,  basic  japanese 

⊹˳⁺ ⠀⠀⠀ PHYSICALITY  ! 

BODY  TYPE  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ mesomorph

BUILD  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ athletic,  incredibly  strong

HEIGHT  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ one  hundred  eighty-two  (  182  )  centimeters  |  six  feet  inches  (  6’0”  )

DISTINCTIVE  FEATURES  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ a  small  eyebrow  scar,  tiny  birthmark  on  his  nape  in  the  shape  of  wings,  long  eyelashes,  big  /  doe  eyes,  gummy  smile,  perfectly  clear  skin,  soft-spoken  voice  /  often  called  siren  voice

FACE  CLAIM  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ lee  minho  (  stray  kids  ) 

⊹˳⁺ ⠀⠀⠀ PERSONALITY  ! 

OVERVIEW  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ euiwoong  is  independent;  he  prefers  directing  himself  through  life  with  flexible  logic  and  is  willing  to  adapt  to  new  situations.  he  loves  learning  and  understanding  how  the  world  around  him  works,  especially  the  human  world.  to  others,  euiwoong  seems  aloof  at  times;  however,  he  isn't  a  nasty  or  an  unpleasant  person  to  be  around,  just  quiet.  he  usually  has  a  blank  expression  on  his  face  and  suffers  from  resting  bitch  face,  but  he  is  nonjudgmental  and  is  very  much  a  facts-driven  person.  he  tends  to  bottle  his  feelings  up,  and  anything  that  bothers  him,  he  hides  until  it  eventually  explodes.  despite  being  alive  for  so  long,  euiwoong  is  incredibly  stubborn  and  would  act  childish  when  things  don’t  go  his  way.  once  he’s  proven  wrong,  euiwoong  wouldn’t  apologise  with  words  but  with  his  actions. 

POSITIVE  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ protective  of  his  friends  and  is  loyal  to  them  in  every  way.  perfectionist  and  likes  for  things  to  go  his  way.  creative  –  both  musically  and  in  general.  flirty,  mostly  to  get  out  of  difficult  situations  unscathed.  witty.  tending  to  others;  most  of  the  time  called  mother  due  to  his  caring  nature  for  other  people. 

NEGATIVE  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ with  loyalty  comes  naiveness  –  sometimes  wouldn’t  notice  he’s  being  used.  often  insecure,  which  can  intervene  with  his  assignment,  which  turns  into  a  sloppy  job.  childish  at  times  when  things  don’t  go  his  way.  relating  to  his  independence,  he  can  be  quite  bossy  when  he  has  a  fixed  plan. 

⊹˳⁺ ⠀⠀⠀ OTHER  ! 

HABITS  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ rolling  his  shoulders,  zoning  out,  cracking  his  knuckles,  tapping  his  nails  on  any  hard  surface,  tilting  his  head  when  confused,  clicking  tongue  when  pissed FEARS  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ failing  his  mission,  hurting  his  friends,  confined  spaces  PET  PEEVES  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ people  meddling  in  his  business,  interrupting  him  when  he’s  speaking,  doing  the  opposite  of  what  he  says HOBBIES  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ producing  music,  photography,  accidentally  making  things  worse  for  himself,  cleaning  –  admits  it  calms  him  down  after  a  stressful  day TALENTS  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ singing,  rapping  &  dancing  (  triple  threat  ),  baking,  strength  –  can  carry  whoever  with  only  one  hand  &  break  watermelons  effortlessly 

⊹˳⁺ ⠀⠀⠀ BIOGRAPHY  ! 

PAST  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ ████  was  ███  in  ████████████████████.  ever  since  young  age,  ████  had  to  ████████████████████████.  ████,  ████████████████████████.  ████████████████████████████,  ████████████████████.  ████████,  ████████████,  ████████████████. ████████████████,  ████████████████████████.  once  he  was  found  out,  ████  was  ████████████████████████████████,  never  to  be  seen  again. 

PRESENT  ˳   ⠀⠀⠀ EUIWOONG  became  MIGHTY  DEVIL’s  trainee  when  he  was  nineteen.  despite  always  being  first  in  valuations,  he  never  celebrated  with  other  trainees,  often  locking  himself  in  the  studio  or  the  dorm  he  shared  with  the  others.  to  no  one's  surprise,  he  was  a  stronger  vocalist  and  dancer  than  anything  else,  considering  he  had  always  been  interested  in  it,  and  it's  what  he's  focused  on  during  his  training.  at  the  beginning  of  2019,  various  people  noticed  euiwoong  being  mentioned  as  one  of  the  trainees  competing  in  PRODUCE  X  101,  the  fourth  season  of  the  produce  101  franchise.  he  reached  high  in  the  ranks  very  quickly,  often  receiving  the  nickname  EYE-CATCHER,  ending  the  show's  last  episode  in  SEVENTH  PLACE  and  debuting  as  X1’s  MAIN  DANCER  and  VOCALIST.  however,  it  was  not  easy  for  WOONG,  for  the  group  disbanded  only  half  a  year  later.  feeling  betrayed,  euiwoong  went  back  to  the  company  as  a  trainee  once  again  in  the  hope  of  getting  his  well-deserved  debut  soon.  for  a  whole  year,  MIGHTY  DEVIL  refused  to  answer  every  question  about  their  beloved  trainee,  explaining  they  didn’t  have  any  answers  yet.  this  worried  a  lot  of  individuals  who  have  been  supporting  him  since  his  produce  x  days  and  it  wasn’t  until  MID-2021  when  the  company  released  a  short  video  with  a  familiar  face  in  it. 

[bi-bard]

Playing the Role - The Corinthian Imagine (The Sandman)

Title: Playing the Role

Pairing: The Corinthian X Reader

Word Count: 1,383 words

Warning(s): manipulation, violence, murder

Summary: The Corinthian had become protective. He wanted to keep (Y/n) from all of the dangers of the world. They had caught his eye, now he would keep them safe. At least, that's the role he played for (Y/n). His (Y/n).

Author's Note: This is one of those "darker" plotlines that I mentioned earlier.

**Written in third person**

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He played the hero so well.

Poor (Y/n) would never have guessed that the source of their fears was the man that continued to swoop in and save them.

The first night it happened, (Y/n) didn't even know why they were running. They just tried to keep moving forward through the dark forest without getting hurt.

They couldn't remember what had been chasing them.

They only remembered being pulled back behind a tree. A hand was placed firmly over their mouth and whoever held them wouldn't let them go. They tried to yell.

"Shh, shh, shh," a low voice tickled their ear. It was like honey. It lulled their mind into a calm state. "It's for your safety, darling. Just relax."

(Y/n) woke up a few moments later.

The man- who they would soon know as the Corinthian- continued to find his way into their dreams. (Y/n) assumed their mind had created him out of some excess stress somewhere.

But that wasn't true.

The Corinthian had chosen them.

He was determined to turn (Y/n) into the perfect image in his mind. He knew exactly how to do it too. That's why he was playing the hero.

He saved them from every nightmare scenario one could imagine. Natural disasters, psychopaths, monsters, and more. It was all his creation. His perfect design. He was playing a game that (Y/n) wasn't aware that they were a part of.

The first time the Corinthian kissed them, he had saved them from a killer that he had created. (Y/n) had been muttering out senseless thank you's to him before he stopped them.

"Shh, shh, shh," the old sweet voice tickled their mind again. "I'm always going to protect you. No matter what."

(Y/n)'s heart fluttered at the idea. Even if they were convinced that he was fake, the idea of having someone like the Corinthian care for them so intensely was enough for their heart to race.

His hands found the sides of their face, running his thumb along their skin. He grinned softly before leaning in and kissing them gently.

(Y/n)'s knees felt like they were going to buckle. The kiss was gentle and careful. It showed how much the Corinthian wanted to protect them. Keep them safe.

At least, that's how he played it.

It was a nightly process. The Corinthian had wormed his way into their normal schedule. They craved seeing him every night. The dangers slowly died away and their dreams were nothing but him.

They had grown so used to seeing him in their dreams.

And then, he became real.

(Y/n) was walking home from the store, a bag held tightly in their arms as they moved. Something fell out of the bag and onto the ground. They went to grab it but were met with someone else holding it out to them.

"There you go, doll."

Their eyes met the Corinthian's glasses. They gasped, taking a few steps back.

"Shh, shh, shh," he shushed them like it was a reflex at this point. "I wanted to see you, darling. I need to help you in your dreams and in your real life. That's okay, isn't it, darling?"

They nodded to him slowly. He leaned forward and kissed them gently. It felt like their first kiss all over again.

"My lovely darling... let's get you home."

He stayed with them.

Always with them.

He protected them from any threats that could come their way. He saw their mind transforming into exactly what he needed them to be. Such a lovely sight to see. A lovely thing to cause.

The true transformation happened late one night.

(Y/n) woke up to a crash in the main room.

They ran out to see some man on their floor. The Corinthian was standing in front of the body.

"He broke in," he explained. It wasn't true, but (Y/n) would never need to know that. "I had to do this. For you."

(Y/n) slowly nodded at him.

"Come here, darling."

(Y/n)'s eyebrows furrowed. His hand reached out. They relented a few moments later, stepping closer.

The Corinthian grabbed their wrist and pulled (Y/n) to him, pressing their back against his chest. He guided them to the floor, straddling above the unconscious man. They tried to move, but the Corinthian kept a strong grip on them.

"This is for your safety," he explained. "You know that all I want is to protect you."

He grabbed one of (Y/n)'s hands, sliding a knife into their grip. His hand wrapped around theirs, effectively holding the knife in their hand.

(Y/n) shook their head, again trying to move. Kisses were scattered around their neck in the hopes of calming them.

"Shh, shh, shh," he mumbled in their ear. "It's for your safety, remember?"

His voice was so sickeningly sweet. They fell still, relaxing into him.

(Y/n) didn't know how they ended up here, but they couldn't find it in themself to care. They wanted to be safe. Safe with him. If this was how they got to be safe, then they would do what he told them to do.

When had he focused on anything other than protecting them?

(Y/n) finally nodded.

"Good," he replied. (Y/n)'s heart fluttered. "It's okay, darling. I'll help you. You know I will."

The Corinthian's free hand tilted back the head of the man lying on the floor. His other hand guided (Y/n)'s hand forward. He could feel them shaking.

"Relax, darling," he kissed their shoulder. "I've got you."

(Y/n) took a deep breath to calm down.

The Corinthian moved quickly, pushing them forward and dragging the knife along the man's throat. He held (Y/n) still for a moment, biting his lip as he watched the blood from the man's neck splatter up on their clothes and skin. It got on his hands too. What a beautiful sight.

"There you go, doll," he said proudly, moving just enough to look (Y/n) in the eye. They were a work of art. "That wasn't so bad, was it? You did so well. So good."

He watched a grin begin to form on their face. He took the blade from him, placing it on the floor before he took a moment to admire them. Blood-covered and starting to smile. They were starting to become everything he wanted them to be.

He cupped the side of their face and pulled them into a kiss. The blood on his hand stained their skin but they didn't care. They frantically kissed him back, leaning into him as they did. Their hands rested on the floor in front of him. The kiss was so desperate. He could've survived on the whine that escaped their lips.

He slowly pulled back, smirking a bit at the look in their eye. Hungry. Hungry and proud. He slowly guided them off the floor.

"We should get you cleaned up," he said.

He stopped (Y/n) in front of their bathroom mirror.

"Look at you," he complimented. "You did so good."

(Y/n) hummed, leaning back against him. He chuckled, kissing their head.

"I'm gonna run you a nice warm shower while I clean up," he explained. (Y/n) nodded at him.

They didn't speak up until he was about to leave the room, "Thank you. For protecting me."

"Anything for you, darling."

That made (Y/n)'s heart flutter a bit.

When the Corinthian finished cleaning, he went back to the bathroom. There was no water running. He looked down the hall to the bedroom.

(Y/n) was standing by the window, eyes closed. The moonlight caught the window and turned them into a beautiful work of art. He pulled off his jacket as he walked into the room.

"How are you feeling, darling," he asked.

"Good," they replied, looking at him.

He walked over slowly, cupping the side of (Y/n)'s face as he got close enough. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to their lips. They wrapped their hand in his shirt, pulling him closer and continuing to kiss him.

A chuckle slipped from the Corinthian's lips, tickling (Y/n)'s as he guided them away from the window.

The backs of (Y/n)'s legs hit the mattress, causing them to pull away long enough to pull themself onto the bed.

The Corinthian smiled down at them.

They were truly becoming everything he designed for them.

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Headcanon: Kaeya edition - Hagen von Tronje

This meta is mostly based on the that one line in the lore trivia on Kaeya's page that I find interesting, referring to his last name "Alberich" and a possible source for it:

Although the connection to Hagen, as far as I found only functions within Richard Wagner's (;3) Ring des Nibelungen, in which Hagen is the name of King Alberich's son. I don't know if the character of Hagen has any relations to "Alberich" in other versions. (In the Nibelungenlied Hagen is a human, while Alberich is a mystical creature.)

I don't have any fully-developed opinions on the implications of that for Kaeya (yet?) but I wanted to collect and piece together a few things regardless before I forget about them :D

I find the note of Hagen interesting because as much as I like the cute and smiling Kaeya, I find his darker side incredibly intriguing and would love to see more of it. Hagen's character throughout the various versions of the Nibelungen is varying degrees of questionable. In the Nibelungenlied Siegfried, the main character, and the hero of the story is killed by Hagen, although arguably that blame can (also) be placed on Brünhild, who encourages him to commit the murder (iirc). Whatever the reason or whoever to consider "good" in this scenario, the way Hagen does it is certainly sneaky and cruel.. but also smart.

Personally I never found Siegfried to be a likeable character, which makes it equally difficult to consider Hagen automatically unlikeable in comparison. (Lbr, they all suck a little bit in that story.) He's of questionable moral alignment, I guess (?), and willing to do "bad" deeds with possibly good intentions (QUESTION MARK? His motivation is very loyalty-driven, in any case). I guess it comes down to how one views Siegfried (who has betrayed Brünhild twice, showing pretty shitty attitude :D).

With that in mind, let's look at some lines in Kaeya's bio:

He is a self-proclaimed "anti-hero with an attitude problem;" as long as everything ends the way he wants, Kaeya does not care about the methods used. Still, according to his informant Vile, he draws the line at working with those who threaten other people's families, believing they deserve to be "hunted down and destroyed."

Clearly the result doesn't justify all means, but it has a bit of a Bat/man vibe. Kaeya might draw the line at hurting innocent people, but what about hurting the not so innocent? Doing bad things to bad people is okay, because they're bad people?

What about hurting someone who hurt a loved one - particularly if said loved one asks him to do so? We do know he was (is?) conflicted about his loyalty to his father, who sent him to Mondstadt with a mission, and his loyalty to Crepus, who cared for him like a father. Hagen's loyalty is a main aspect of his character and Kaeya's loyalty is a main aspect of his struggle. In the same vein, "if Khaenri'ah and Mondstadt were at war" and he'd have to "support one side", it would be a question of point of view if standing against Mondstadt would make him evil or not. Even with the knowledge that he was friends with everyone in Mond - Hagen, too, was friends with Siegfried prior to killing him, and yet you could find arguments for how his murder was "justice". [This all entails one of my biggest questions about the whole bit about "what if Khaenri'ah and Mondstadt went to war" - WHY would they go to war? Over what? Even if Khaenri'ah was to be revived..]

Another personal favorite that speaks to Kaeya's questionable sides:

Kaeya also enjoys putting people into high-stress situations and challenging their values, which he does to both his enemies and his allies alike. He takes pleasure in seeing the hesitation in his comrades' eyes at the moment just before they dive into battle with him, just as he takes pleasure in the look of fear in his enemies' eyes as they face off against him.

Not much else to say other than: A lovely man and captain :3

The fact that he enjoys seeing the fear in his enemies eyes speaks against Hagen't characterization in the Nibelungenlied, as he literally stabs Siegfried in the back (the only spot in which he can be injured) after sneakily acquiring that knowledge. However, iirc Hagen in some of the other interpretations is always a soldier or man of war, who would arguably enjoy seeing his enemies in fear.

Some other chunks I find very interesting when looking at Hagen and Kaeya are the version of Hagen in Wagner's Ring des Nibelungen (the one in which Hagen is the son of King Alberich).

The first thing I find thrilling is what wiki states about Hagen:

[...]Hagen der Sohn von Alberich, nachdem es diesem trotz seines Liebesfluchs gelungen war, ein Kind zu zeugen. Der Fluch wirkt in Hagen jedoch weiter („frühalt, fahl und bleich, hass’ ich die Frohen, freue mich nie!“), dem so bei aller Düsternis der Charakterzeichnung ein tragischer Zug nicht abgesprochen werden kann. (Lazy translation: He is the son of Alberich, who managed to have a child despite being cursed [by swearing off love to gain the Rhinegold]. The curse, however, keeps affecting Hagen (this bit is a poem that more or less says: "aging early and pale, I hate all those who are joyful (and) don't feel joy myself"), which makes Hagen, as dark a characters as he is, also somewhat tragic.

No thoughts beyond there is a curse that was placed on the father that continues to live on in the son. Also the notion of "having been able to have a child despite a curse (of whatever nature)" and the fact that Kaeya's father referred to him as their last hope. Probably means nothing but it tickles my brain.

And finally, something Kaeya unrelated (somewhat) but related to Alberich, is the Rheingold, or Rhinegold. You might recognize this from Rhinedottir/Gold:

Beyond it being a treasure, a literal gold that Alberich turns into a ring (calm down, Sauron), I don't know more about it at present (too lazy to dig deeper rn). It gives him the power to enslave others (sometimes stated as "the entire world"), though, so it is a powerful item. Curious to see how much of that lore runs into Khaenri'ah, the art of Khemia and Gold.

Tl;dr Hoyo likes the Nibelungen and Kaeya is an anti-hero.

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

Thinking about it, who, of the main viewpoint characters in One Does Not Love Breathing (Marinette, Adrien, Chloe, Luka, Kagami, and Felix, the others either haven't gotten viewpoints or haven't gotten to do much of significance yet), do you think would handle it best if the person they loved the most was murdered? Because currently from what you've said and my evaluations, it looks like this:

Ladybug: Obviously this is the one we see in your story. She's still a hero, and still recognizable as herself, but she's a lot more ruthless and less willing to listen to reason than she would be under more normal circumstances. But what we see from her is still stuff that would've been at least somewhat recognizable pre-Chat's death, it's just that they would've been when she was under more extreme stressed circumstances, and she's under those extreme stressed circumstances all the time now, as a baseline.

Chat Noir: If Ladybug had been murdered and died in his arms, he would've been worse than Ladybug is now, full stop. Unlike Ladybug, I doubt that he would've been all that recognizable as being the same person - I suspect that his suit would change to reflect his new attitude and mindset. Also unlike Ladybug, I don't think there'd be as many similarities to how he acted before the murder, as he repressed his negative emotions so tightly and let go of them so quickly before. But with Ladybug being murdered... well, he's highly emotionally dependent on her, she means the most to him out of everyone in the world. If she was ripped away like that, I think he'd break to the point where he'd lose some of his sense of self, hence the costume change.

Chloe: This one's tricky, as she doesn't have anyone she cares about on the scale that Ladybug and Chat Noir care about each other (though to be fair, I don't think anyone else on this list does.) So I think she'd be less affected based on that alone. Still, if say, Zoe was murdered in front of her, I think she'd become more focused and brutal on taking her murderer down. Ironically it might actually drive her MORE towards heroism, as I don't think Zoe's death would completely break her, but that it would mean that she'd never side with anyone who could or would hurt an innocent like that again.

Luka: He's the one I really can't evaluate, as much as I'm beginning to understand your version of him. If Zoe was killed in front of him, I dunno how he'd react. He obviously cares for her deeply, and I think it's safe to say that he wouldn't be passive towards anything or anyone involved in her murder, but beyond that, I don't really know how it'd affect him on a deeper level as a person.

Kagami: Whoever killed Felix would die, and whoever got in her way of avenging Felix's murder would be injured. Kagami has strong moral principles, but they're brittle, in a way - push them hard enough, and they'll break. Ironically I'm almost certain that she'd be worse on the "morally compromised" front than Ladybug is, and would basically react LIKE Ladybug did, but on a more extreme level.

Felix: Whoever killed Kagami would die, Whoever tried to stop him from committing murder would, bare minimum, be thrown in prison, though there's a good chance of him severely injuring them instead or even outright killing them, and unlike everyone else on this list, I think he'd go for full "society will burn for her death, they all deserve it". He was already fully willing to throw Paris at a powered-up Monarch's mercy just because it netted him the Peacock Miraculous, and told him that was a justified thing to do since only he cared about the Sentis, and just... didn't really consider everyone living under the magical terrorist's grip to be his problem. So it's not like he's exactly known for caring about collateral damage anyway.

omg i love this question. a great thing to ponder first thing in the morning ☀️and you gave me such good insights into their psyches, too! all the characters look so badass under your lens 😂

i'll go in order of handling it the best to handling it the worst.

luka - i believe the death that would devestate him the most would be juleka's, given how they're twins. next would be zoe's, and the longer they were together the worse it would be. no he wouldn't be passive, but he's the only one on here who wouldn't consider going out for blood. he would handle the loss in a really internalized way (depression, etc) and seek justice rather than revenge. but i also think he'd willingly attend therapy if goaded. he'd be sort of okay after a time.

kagami - this is a case-by-case kind of issue, so it really just depends. i mentioned before that she would kill monarque if monarque killed felix, but only just expose ladybug and reveal her identity and crimes if lb was the murderer. ladybug is not as evil as monarque, after all, and has done good things for the world. kagami would become judge, jury, and/or executioner based on what the situation called for. she would give the murderer exactly what she thought they deserved, and much like lb if you get in the way of that expect to suffer the consequences. and only then would she feel vindicated.

chloe - you're right about her, she would not hesitate to stab zoe's murderer on the spot. and if somehow the killer got arrested instead and had to go through the entire trial process, chloe would be advocating for the death penalty. i like your theory about this driving her more toward heroism, in a way. chloe might not go full hero, maybe vigilante though XD i don't think she'd ever be okay, really. she's not at the moment, due to how completely love-starved she is. and with zoe gone, chloe would be even more of an emotionally brittle mess than before and probably get herself into some toxic relationships to cope.

marinette - case in point lol. she loved chat noir more than anyone in the world when he died and so yeah. she's not doing great. like you said, she does still try to be a hero though but emotionally, she's a wreck. not unrecognizeable though, you can still get through to her, for now.

felix - yeah you're spot on. in his case we kind of got a preview of how he handles the death of someone he loves already. amelie said that after his dad died, he started acting out (i.e the episode "felix"). losing amelie or kagami or adrien would be extremely damaging to him. i don't think revenge would be enough. he'd not be as deranged as marinette is, but i can see him hunting down the murderer in a slow, methodical way and ruining their life first before killing them. he would never feel satisfied by that though. i can see him turning into a hawkmoth kinda villain to get more power to prevent that kind of thing from happening again.

adrien - ooh a costume change for villain chat noir would be so cool! maybe he'd go white like chat blanc, just without being under the influence of an akuma 👀 you're absolutely right on his being unable to cope with ladybug's death there. he wouldn't be ok. nobody would be ok. he wouldn't even really be adrien anymore, like you said; he'd probably go the hawkmoth route and try to bring her back because that's the only way he'd know how to cope.

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~Midoriya Izuku Agere Headcanons~

Here's some Midoriya headcanons that have been living in my head for the last few days! Hope you enjoy🧡 Also there's a lot of caregivers! Class 1A at the end😂

🥦Midoriya's age range is between 4-9, usually sticking at around 4-6

🥦Most of the time he's mostly nonverbal when he's regressed

🥦He discovered age regression in the later years of middle school. In usual Midoriya fashion, he dove into research about it and learned everything he possibly could

🥦He involuntarily regressed for the first time after the sludge villain attack. After that, he regressed pretty often, finding it soothing from the stress of his trauma from the bullying and years of feeling worthless

🥦He also found this helped a lot with the stress and trauma from hero work

🥦 He jumps around and gets really fidgety and breaths heavily when he’s excited

🥦I headcanon him with autism, so he has overstimulation issues that come out when he's regressed, since he often doesn't or can't show it when he's big

🥦He gets overestimated pretty easily and will get very sleepy and cuddly. He has noise canceling headphones that Todoroki always keeps with him just in case Izuku needs them

🥦He has spells where he's reallyyyy talkative as long as he's with someone he trusts, especially if you being up one of his special interests! He'll go on and on, babbling about it to whoever listens!

🥦He takes advantage of his little space to talk about his special interests since he's too shy or has been insulted for talking so much when he's big

🥦Really loves sensory things like stuffies, fidgets, blankets (especially weighted ones!), and oral toys like chewery and (when hes younger) teethers

🥦Lovesss All Might and watches his favorite All Might movies when he's little much like he did when he was a kid. Has All Might toys that he plays with so he doesn't get tempted to play with his collectibles (since he's made that mistake before- His poor $70 All Might figurine...)

🥦Loves physical affection. Literally needs it to survive💚 Since he didn't get much positive physical interaction outside from his mother all growing up, he makes up for it when he's small

🥦Gives so many hugs, and they're sooo nice and cuddly!

🥦 Loves loves lovessss headpats! They makes him feel so little itty bitty!

🥦He really loves cutesy nicknames such as Zuzu, little one, cutie, pumpkin, and honey💚 They make him feel so little and loved

🥦The dekusquad all take care of him when they find out💚 They love him so much and find him the sweetest little thing!

🥦Iida was the only one of the group who knew anything about age regression due to some safety/psychology courses he's taken, but his knowledge was broad and fairly limited

🥦He did a lot of research when Midoriya tells them about his regression, wanting to be as educated as possible on the subject for Midoriya

🥦He's very strict and always sets the rules for baby Izuku, such as bedtimes and controlling sugar intake, but he's pretty weak to Izuku's puppy dog eyes, so he'll lighten up on the rules sometimes

🥦Tsu doesn't tend to take care of Izuku much unless she's with Uraraka or the rest of the group, since she doesn't feel she does very good with kids

🥦Uraraka on the other hand absolutely loves baby Izuku and spoils the heck out of him

🥦She doesn't buy him things since she doesn't have much money, but she gives him lotsss of hugs and cuddles and is practically at his beck and call, getting him anything he wants or needs, like his toys, a snack, or whatever else

🥦Todoroki is Midoriya's main caregiver. He didn't know anything about the subject until Deku told him about it, but he was very open minded and was quick to offer to take care of his boyfriend (I ship tododeku sorry not sorry)

🥦The rest of the class found out after he involuntarily regressed in the middle of hero training when he was triggered

🥦Everyone absolutely loves and coddles him when he's small. The entire class loves him and takes care of him in some sort of way

🥦Lots of homemade little snacks from Koda and Satou!

🥦The bestest hugs from Shoji💚

🥦Presents from Mina, Momo, Hagakure, and Aayoma (though Aayoma doesn't quite get the idea, he has the heart💚 Even if his gifts are a little... odd)

🥦Lots of great kiddo music from Jirou!

🥦Kaminari, Kirishima, Ojiro, Sero, and Tokoyami (Dark Shadow) all play games with him! Board, video, and active varieties! Though Todoyami usually sits out for the active games like hide and seek and tickle tag

🥦And Bakugou... Well, hes Bakugou💚 He's jealous at first, since Midoriya gets so much love and attention from everyone while he hides his own regression, but he shows his love in his own special way. He always cleans Deku's little gear with his own when he can get his hands on them (and any other regressors' things in their class), leaves out snacks and food for him, and takes care not to be too aggressive or loud around the greenette when he's little, always conscious of his stimulation issues

🥦Though if anyone ever points out Bakugou's behavior (namely a certain redhead), he'll forever deny it because Katsuki Bakugou is not soft, thank you

🥦But Midoriya notices, and he loves him for it, and hopes maybe one day he can have a playmate if Bakugou's ever that comfortable with him

Ack, sorry, this list got a bit long! I hope you liked these headcanons! Thanks for reading🧡

[hajimeiwaswife]

AUGUST | CHAPTER 6: UNEXPECTED CALLS

[Masterlist]

Chapter 5 Chapter 7

Summary: You’re marrying Izuku Midoriya in September, but he gets an emergency call from All Might’s old agency in the U.S., requesting his services for the entirety of August. A death threat directed at you for being his partner has his hair on edge. However, the always responsible, caring and heroic Shoto Todoroki comes to your rescue, offering to take care of you for the whole month. Who would have thought that 31 days were enough to make you reconsider your engagement with the number 1 hero and fall in love with the Icy Hot man who held your hand during the last breeze of summer?

Warnings: Everyone is 25 more or less, death threats, sexual innuendos (not actual smut). MDNI.

Wc: 2,1 K

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“Deku! What’s the situation?” the person at the other side of the intercom asked in a hurried whisper, waiting for their superior to give an order.

There was a long, chilling silence, not even his breathing could be heard in the astonishing void. Deku walked through the teared flat in the middle of nowhere, inspecting every object, both complete or broken, that he could find. He had received an alert of suspicious movement in here from a neighbour of the town nearby, but when he arrived, nobody was there and the clues he could have found were erased. Whoever was here knew they were walking on a thin line between what’s legal and not, probably already bathed in the water of sin.

He was frustrated. Already a week in the U. S. and he was as close to discovering the culprit as when he arrived. The Pro Hero passed his right hand over his uncovered and messy green hair, panting. He was already nervous with this case, then with your condition at Japan; he trusted Shoto with his body and soul, knowing him for so long and being friends since High School, but he would feel better being himself who protected you, kept you safe from the claws of evil, hugged you at night as you liked to be hugged and kiss your head when you fell asleep.

It didn’t help that you both didn’t talk at all the day before. He had been busy and you didn’t reach him, probably occupied with all the mess of the apartment and the burglar who entered. However, his heart was aching for a single word from you, just a ‘good morning’, even a text would work.

“Deku!” the intercom kept going on, expecting an answer from him.

“Nothing, they’re gone.” He announced, frustrated.

He looked around once more, angry eyes searching for something, anything, that could lead him to another point of the investigation. But there was nothing else for him to do.

“Let the scientific police come in.” he ordered, speaking directly to the intercom in his watch.

As the FBI agents came in, he stepped furiously out of the apartment and took his private phone out of his pocket. No notifications from you. Not a single message. His frustration and stress were increasing. Why. Why didn’t you talk to him all day. Why couldn’t you call. What was so important to not send a simple message. What were you doing. Where were―

He stopped himself once he caught onto what he was implying. You had just been attacked and threatened, you were completely vulnerable and you were probably fixing everything there was to your shared flat. Just like him, you were most likely busy. Releasing a deep breath through his nose, he tried to calm himself and passed a hand by his face. He needed to focus.

Just when he was about to move, someone touched his shoulder. He jumped, startled, and noticed how distracted he was to just be surprised by the officer in charge of the case. The man was taller than him, with dark skin and brown eyes that showed the experience he had in the field; intimidating, yet kind when needed.

“Sorry, kid.” Officer Ross said, placing a parental hand on Izuku’s shoulder. The pro hero just shook his head to indicate he thought nothing of it, even if it was a lie. He hated to not feel the presence of people approaching him.

“I’m the sorry one here,” he spoke in broken English. It was at times like these where he regretted not bringing you with him, he needed an interpreter. “I couldn’t find anything.”

“Let’s see what the FBI can give us, then.” The policeman sighed, “But it looks like a very hard case.”

“There’s no perfect crime, sir. We’ll catch them.” Izuku, Deku, promised with a sure tone; his insides doubting every single word that came out of his mouth.

Once in the commissary again, he took his phone from his pocket for the third time that morning and, gutted, he observed his full screen filled with messages, none of them from you.

He knew he was being dramatic; it had only passed a day and a half without hearing your voice, but it was more than what you would spend without reaching out to each other in the last few years.  

He wondered whether he should call you, to hear your voice just for a minute, to listen to you breathe. He wondered whether you thought about him, if you missed him as much as he was missing you. He wondered whether he should ask or wait until you claimed it yourself.

Looking around, he watched the whole office working on their own things and not paying him any attention at the moment. It was the perfect time. He opened the contacts in his phone and dialed your number, which was the first one and emergency one at the same time.

How beautiful you looked in the profile picture he had of you, smiling with your pretty lips, shiny eyes and clothes contrasting against the green of the trees. You both had gone on a little trip to the forest for the weekend, renting a modest cottage and walking around the place. It had been a pleasurable trip, both literal and metaphorical. Watching you enjoy yourself in nature was exquisite, but staring at your naked body squirming underneath him in the silk sheets was pluperfect, an out of body experience.

The hold tone brought him back to reality, where your body was no more next to him, nor was the musicality of the leaves that danced at the beat of the wind. He was back in Washington, on a mission far from you, and waiting for you to pick up your phone.

He was about to hang up when he heard it, the sound of someone picking up the call. “Hello?” he heard a sleepy masculine voice at the other side of the line, and for a moment, he thought he had dialed the wrong number. “Midoriya?”

Then, it hit him. “Todoroki!” Izuku exclaimed, relieved to hear a familiar voice, although confused as to why he was the one answering, “Where’s Y/n?”

“Sleeping.” His friend replied, the sound of a yawn being prominent from his part. “Why?”

“Oh,” The number one hero would be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed, “I wanted to talk to her, we didn’t yesterday and I was worried.”

“I see,” Izuku heard shuffling at the other side, movement, and then steps. “Do you want me to wake her up?”

“No! No, let her sleep.” He had to be an idiot. It was late in Japan, he should have known, but his selfishness had taken the best of him. “Just ask her to call me when she wakes up. It doesn’t matter if it’s late here.”

“I’ll tell her.” Todoroki was a man of few words, Izuku knew that. Had it been another occasion he wouldn’t have minded, but at that moment? He wanted to know everything.

“So… How are things going? Any news of the case? How is Y/n doing?”

“We don’t have much information, just that whoever entered the apartment left cow blood everywhere, but not a single fingerprint, footprint, nothing.” He recognised it, the frustration in his friend, it was the same one he had with his own case. “We’re doing our best, and Y/n is doing fine. Sometimes she panics, but for the rest she’s okay.”

‘Does she talk about me?’ is what Izuku wanted to ask. He wasn’t brave enough. “I’m sure you’ll catch whoever is doing this.” He meant it, he really did. “And I hope both you and Y/n rest well.”

“She’s not exactly sleep-deprived for what I’ve seen.” Izuku chuckled, not knowing if Todoroki was for real or if he was joking. “Though I think it’s for the best, at least she gets to rest and forget about this for a bit.” There was a moment of silence, and then he heard the number three speak again. “Sorry, I thought I heard her talking.”

“She sometimes talks in her sleep; especially if she’s stressed.” Izuku explained.

“Oh,” again, silence. The green haired man waited patiently. “Yeah, she’s mumbling something about ‘being glad of meeting her majesty’. I didn’t know she was monarchic.”

“She’s not, ‘her majesty’ is Taylor Swift.” And then, Izuku heard something he had only heard once: Todoroki laughing. It was a high pitch sound, almost as if it didn’t want to come out and, if he was not mistaken, he could catch a bit of endearment.

“Oh God, you’re joking.” Todoroki continued laughing to the shock of his pro hero friend, who couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Now I understand a lot of things.”

“Yeah? Like what?” Izuku asked, curious. He waited a couple minutes until Todoroki stopped laughing. Deku didn’t think it was that funny, but it was good to hear what he only heard when Mr. Smiley attacked that one time.

Once Shoto stopped and calmed down a bit, he started explaining. “We went to the shopping centre today, you know, to buy some clothes for the both of you.” Izuku nodded, even though Todoroki couldn’t see him. “And on the way there and the way back we heard at least ten Taylor Swift songs.”

“Yeah, that’s very much like her.” The man smiled.

“I guess I’ll have to try and wake her up with her songs in the morning. She sleeps like a log.” Shoto complained.

“Tell me about it, I have to put at least five alarms every morning to get her to wake up and stand up.”

It was nice, talking about his fiancée with someone else in such an endearing way. He could tell Shoto was growing fond of his girl. “Does it work?”

“Not really.”

And then, Todoroki’s laugh again, this time accompanied by Izuku’s. “You know what’s the worst of it all? She told me before heading to sleep the first night that she was a light sleeper. Light sleeper my ass.”

Izuku couldn’t stop laughing. It wasn’t that funny. None of it was funny enough to have them both like that, but sometimes anecdotes of people you know and love make you lose your mind about things that aren’t that meaningful to others.

“I think I have never heard you use that expression,” Izuku said in between laughs.

“Your girlfriend, she uses it a lot, I think she’s rubbing it off on me.”

They laughed for a few minutes more, adding stories of both their school times and you. It was nice, Izuku thought, to be able to talk with my friend like that after a few days of stressing work.

“And what about your case? How is it in the U. S. A.?” Shoto asked.

Should he tell the truth? Maybe he could keep it to himself for a while. But this was Shoto, Izuku always told him everything, with no lies. So Izuku sighed forcefully before speaking, “It’s not going well.” Todoroki didn’t reply, waiting for him to say everything, “Much as in your case, we don’t find clues. No fingerprints, no forced entry, no bodies… This is a dead end.”

“You’ll get it at the end.” Shoto was sincere, he believed it, and Izuku was moved by the trust his friend had on him, “Do you think you’ll be here for the wedding?”

What he was about to say hurt, badly, “I don’t know.”

Silence again. They both were sharing a moment of hurt and companionship. Izuku looked around, and saw Officer Ross and a couple of police men looking his way; he had been too loud and he needed to work.

“Are you going to tell her?”

“Not yet.” Izuku nodded to Officer Ross, knowing it was time to work again. “Todoroki, I have to go. Please, don’t tell her about this.”

“I won’t.” Shoto said, firmly.

“Tell her to call me. I have to go. Bye.”

Todoroki didn’t have the chance to reply before Izuku hung up. He thought about the implications of Midoriya not doing it at the wedding, and your saddened face filled with tears came to his mind. A pang made its way to his heart, something definitely not familiar.  ‘I should go to the doctor’, Shoto thought. He placed your phone on the table and headed to his bed to try and sleep again.

Tossing and turning, not being able to close his eyes, he decided to put his headphones on and listen to something he wouldn’t have before you arrived in his life: Taylor Swift. That Jake Gyllenhaal you mentioned in his car was definitely Public Enemy Nº1. 

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I love all the comments Dimi makes (in canon and in Heroes!) about he likes to help farmers/the working class and how he could see himself being one of those people in another life. He’s a royal, he has riches, he can make all the laws if he wants to, he gets the last say in everything, he has loyal friends even! ...but he thinks about a life where he has less than that, or he doesn’t tell the commonfolk who he is so he can be around them and help them. If he doesn’t tell people he’s a king, he can mingle with whoever he wants and live the life of a commoner for a little while.

I feel like Dimi finds being born as a royal to be a little frustrating only because of all the things other people will do to him/his family and friends solely because of his status. He wants to be a king so he can guide and help his people, but it’s put such a burden on him and absolutely ruined his health both physical and mental because of what others have done to him.

What Dimi seems to really want is a regular life even as a king. He wants to be the kind who can help his people that will create their future the way they see fit for themselves, but he wants to live the same as them and be no different from them. Some people need a leader and they need someone who can make the hard decisions, but at the end of the day sometimes those people are just like everyone else and I think that’s his ideal life. He lives for other people and devotes himself to other people, but I think what he really wants is to be like anyone else and to be able to fit in with all those nice, helpful, supportive regular villagers who are happy and unburdened when they’re just living their lives in the fields and not being stressed by politics.

It’s sad because he seems to really want things for himself and he wants to be happy, but since he thinks he doesn’t deserve that (all because of things people did to him/his family and friends that weren’t even his fault), he forces himself to deal with not being truly happy most of the time. Instead, what he actually wants is a simple and humble life and to be like anyone else out there... 🥺 

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In a new skin ch4

The two snakes tilted their heads in confusion at her declaration, their unblinking eyes focused solely on her.

“No?” One said before the other started to say, “I believe you are confu-”

“NO!” Chloe shouted as she turned to fully face the strange snake (or was it snakes?), her hands balling into fists.

The snakes’ heads flinched at her raised voice.

“Miss Bourgeois,” they continued to alternate speaking, “if you would just let us expla-”

“NO!” Chloe screamed, her voice on the edge of cracking as she stalked towards the snakes, who slithered backwards in retreat. “No more magic! No more heroics! I just want to fix this fucking mess of a life I lived and I do not want some Miraculous bullshit in my life fucking it up!”

At that the snakes stopped retreating and drew themselves up as they hissed angrily.

“Do not compare us to the Miraculous!” they said in unison, their eyes gleaming dangerously as the cobra flared its hood. “We are instruments of the divine, unlike those wretched wizard-crafted objects. And like it or not, Chloe Bourgeois, you have been chosen by the gods to serve a higher purpose.”

Before Chloe could respond, there was a knock at her door and Chloe started before rushing past the snakes to head off whoever it was. She caught the door just as it began to swing open and startled Jean, who had a tray of food with him.

“The snack you requested, Mademoiselle,” Jean said once he overcame his surprise and tried to open the door further only to be halted by Chloe.

“Thank you, Jean,” she said as she reached for the tray. “I’ll take it from here.”

Jean nearly dropped the tray in shock and Chloe could have kicked herself for behaving so out of character around him.

“Mademoiselle, is everything alright?” Jean asked quietly as he tried to look over her head to scan the room. “Is there someone else in there? Are you safe?”

“I’m fine, Jean,” Chloe said as she tried to wrestle the tray from him. “I’ve just been shouting to get some stress out and I’d rather be alone, thank you.”

Jean reluctantly released the tray and stepped back, “Very well. Please don’t hesitate if you need anything else.”

“Sure thing,” Chloe said before pushing the door shut with her hip. She carried the tray back into her room and pivoted towards the entertaining room rather than her bedroom where the snake was.

She sat down on one of her two couches, setting the tray on the coffee table before her. She lifted the lid and found an assortment of fruits, which she immediately began to dig into. She ate partly to assuage the hunger gnawing at her middle but mostly because it gave her something to focus on other than the strange creature in her bedroom.

Eventually, the two headed snake slithered into the entertaining room and took up on the couch opposite of her. Chloe continued to pointedly ignore it as she bit into an apple wedge.

“Ignoring us will not make us go away,” the cobra head said as the other head extended forward to bite a grape and pull it off the vine. Chloe couldn’t help watch as it raised its head and with a flick, tossed the grape into the air so it could fall into the snake’s open mouth.

“So if you’re not a Miraculous, what exactly are you?” Chloe finally asked. Ignorance would not help her in this situation.

“As we tried to explain a moment ago, we are a Numinous. I am Haje,” the cobra head said before nodding towards the viper head, “And I am Naje. We are the Judge of Truth, a divine being sent by the gods to find a worthy champion to carry out the gods’ decrees for the betterment of the world.”

“And you think I’m worthy?” Chloe asked with a derisive snort. “Some Judge of Truth you are. I failed, utterly failed as a hero, not to mention willingly chose to be used as a villain more than once. Why in the world would you choose me?”

It was the second head, Naje, who spoke up as Haje reached for a grape, “Worth and worthiness aren’t something you just have, Miss. They are earned, and while all you say is true, it is how you were after that that proves your worth to us. Both in how you lived and who you became, the people you helped and what you lost, but most importantly, the truths you spoke that even you were scared of."

Naje seemed to smile, if a snake could smile, as they moved from the opposite couch to sit beside her. Chloe had to resist the urge to get up as they rose up and leaned in close to whisper, “The truth is what we saw as you shed the lies that you had used and embraced who you became even in the end. Even if you may not remember those truths, we do and we deemed that the final thing to see you as worthy, which is why we used one of our most draining techniques in that final moment.”

Naje sighed almost wistfully and rested his head on her shoulder. Chloe wasn’t exactly a fan of snakes, magical or otherwise, but there was a warmth in his words and his touch almost felt like a comforting hand, kindly reassuring her even as everything she learned only confused her more.

“Why can’t I remember these truths I spoke?” Chloe asked quietly, her brow furrowing worriedly as she looked at the snakes. Haje looked at her with a mixture of pity and encouragement, which was odd on a snake’s face.

“What do you remember Chloe? Tell me that and I’ll try to fill in the rest” Haje said, resting his head on her other shoulder and Chloe began to think. She felt the haze in her mind, some memories fully materializing while others coming in glimpses that she could only partly feel or see.

“I remember school, the akumas, that I have a half-sister that I was a complete and utter ass to. I remember being akumatized a lot, and being Queen Bee and completely ruining it.” Chloe gripped her thighs as she felt nauseous remembering those times. “I remember ruining things for everyone constantly. Becoming irredeemable and helping Lila. I remember…” She paused, swallowing heavily before going on, “I remember the identities of some of the Miraculous holders, including Ladybug and Cat Noir and I remember my greatest fuck up, the one that basically got me kicked out of France. Or at least, that’s how I felt about it when I went to America. I taught at a school, I painted, I hung out with the craziest students I-” Chloe’s breath hitched as the memories began getting blurrier. The more she tried to focus on them the more it started to scare and hurt until she had to close her eyes and rub her temple as her head throbbed. “I can't see past that expect for the final day. The day I…” Chloe’s throat tightened up and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes as she remembered the sensation of falling.

“The day you died in the rain,” Naje spoke in his raspy voice. “There are things that you can feel but can't remember, certain sounds, smells, or tastes, that will either bring joy or pain.” He sighed, “We used one of our greatest techniques, the Shedding, and you shedded 17 years of your life, returning to this day to begin again. Granted, I wish there'd been some warning but time was short and we were starved. We planned to wait until the end of the day to talk and eat, but then the attack happened and you used our powers to save that girl and made our hunger worse.” He huffed and his scales flared akin to a bird ruffling their feathers, “Thankfully, you felt our hunger and decided to eat something.”

“Felt? You mean the reason I dropped to my knees in the park was because I felt your hunger?” Chloe asked as she ate an orange slice. She nearly spat it out laughing as Haje ate a banana whole, and instead devolved into a coughing fit.

“That is correct. You see, the ring you now wear is what links us and what we can reside in. If you use our powers, we grow hungry and so will you. It helps when in your Numinous form to prevent you from transforming back to your mortal form. It is quite handy when fighting or doing the tasks of the gods," Naje said as it watched it's other head eat.

"What exactly are they going to have me do? Tasks and decrees are rather vague and I don't like that it sounds like I am going to become some sort of hero. I've already failed at that, badly," Chloe said, the memories of her time as Queen Bee dragging her into a pit of misery as Haje finished swallowing the banana and spoke.

"No. You are a Champion of the Gods, not a hero for the people. Your duty will be to complete the tasks they give you, which are usually for the betterment of the people of the world as a whole. Most importantly, though, is ensuring any and all Miraculous users know their place and fear what comes if they step out of line," Haje said matter of factly that ended with a hiss of satisfaction. “And if they do take that step then dealing with them is our duty, and our most important one. Whether we take the item and find a better user or we leave a reminder to others, that is your choice."

Chloe’s eyebrow climbed her forehead in shock as she looked at the snake. Doing tasks she could potentially understand, but there had been an unspoken implication in the way Haje talked about a reminder that worried her.

"And if I refuse?" Chloe asked watching both heads closely as she waited for its answer.

“Well last time someone refused the task of a god that god released the Black Plague upon humanity,” Haje said, reaching for an apple slice.

“What are you talking about? Don’t you remember that ship? What was it called? The Titan? Titania?” Naje argued before rubbing the tip of their tail under his chin.

“The Titanic?” Chloe offered as she felt sick to her stomach.

“That’s it!” Naje said with an appreciative nod before continuing, “Don’t forget about the volcanoes and storms. The gods are temperamental at times, especially when denied or ignored, but thankfully the tasks aren't too difficult or problematic. Normally, all that’s required is retrieving a lost relic or object of power.”

“There is the chance that you might have to deal with a creature of myth and perhaps a god’s item that has fallen into the wrong hands, but those are incredibly rare occurrences,” Haje went on. “Your most important duty, as I said, is dealing with the Miraculous users that dare to abuse their power and keeping the others in line."

"How exactly do I do that? And what constitutes abuse? Am I supposed to hunt down Monarch, no wait, he’s still going by Hawk Moth at this point," Chloe said as she felt another headache beginning as trying to keep her jumble of memories sorted strained her mind.

"Their broken body or a corpse is normally warning enough to the others,” Naje said, paying the horrified look on Chloe’s face no mind. “But that was how the First and Second did it. Though that was mostly the Second’s signature, the First normally stole their Miraculous from them since that was easier. The Second would give them one chance to surrender their Miraculous to him, and if they said no he'd make sure the others knew why it was best to say yes."

Chloe clutched at her stomach as she fought the urge to be sick. It didn’t help that the snakes were so calm about discussing casual murder.

"But I can just take their Miraculous, right? I don't have to kill them?" Chloe asked, between slow, deep breaths as she tried to settle her stomach.

"Of course, but normally if you do that they still might search out for a new one. That is why the Second resorted to his methods,” Naje said.

“Wait, First and Second? Who are they?” Chloe asked. She’d been so caught off guard by the topic of murder, she’d almost missed those terms.

“Our first two wielders,” Haje said.

“There have only been three people to wear this ring?” Chloe asked as something about the math didn’t seem right. “I thought you said you were some kind of ancient divine thing?”

“You are the fifth to serve the gods as our Champion,” Naje said, taking on a lecturing tone. “And we are ancient. Being a Champion grants those who are worthy greatly extended life spans.”

“What happened to the Third and Fourth?” Chloe asked, thinking it odd that the two of them focused on the first two so much.

“The Third carried out his duties admirably but with none of the fervency of the First or Second and the Fourth ended their career in disgrace and we do not talk of it beyond that,” Haje said, sniffing dismissively as he looked away.

"So I'm just the god's errand girl when I’m not killing or maiming people?" Chloe huffed.

“It is not a thankless job,” Naje said as he ducked his head down to brush against her hand comfortingly. “The gods often reward Champions for their services and unlike the issues you faced during your time as a Miraculous wielder, you will have us to help guide you.”

“What if I can’t do this? What if I mess up and piss the gods off so much they decide to level Paris?” Chloe asked as she drew in on herself, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs.

“You must have faith, Chloe Bourgeois, as we have faith in you, else we would not have given you this second chance,” Haje said as Naje continued to stroke his head against her.

“Any idea when I’ll need to start?” Chloe asked, slowly resigning herself to this strange new fate.

“That is something not even we can tell you,” Naje said.

“The gods will send a messenger when they have need of you,” Haje continued. “Until then, it is best you rest. This has been a lot to take in.”

“No kidding,” Chloe said as she fought a yawn at the mere mention of rest. The snake wasn’t wrong though, she felt like she could sleep for a week even as her mind still raced with questions. She sent word down to Jean that she’d be turning in early and could barely summon the energy to finish getting ready for bed.

As she washed her face in the sink and looked up into the mirror hanging over it, there was still a disconnect at seeing her fourteen year old face. She poked and prodded at herself while making a variety of faces, wondering how long it would take to feel comfortable in her own skin. Perhaps the key was to fix the path of devastation she had left in the lives of others. That thought prompted her to pull out her phone and look at the picture of Rose and Juleka. Something about the adoration they had for each other and the fact that she had helped capture that moment gave her hope that anything was possible.

Edited and co-written by GrayNeko

[quill-of-thoth]

Current status: procrastinating job hunting, thinking about how the specific way I got stuck writing The Fairy Tale Police Procedural (combination of too much worldbuilding, too much living in unprecedented times) is informing how I work on the current rough draft.  1) Maybe it’s time to attempt to be less influenced by current events? I started writing the Fairy Tale Police Procedural, properly, instead of in bits and pieces, some time in 2015. Took about two and a half years to get a full rough draft out because reasons. Also because I had a large cast and a variety of themes to explore and needed to narrow it down. Also at some point parts of it were also an extended eulogy for Terry Pratchett. In particular I got stuck on the bit that worked for discworld (quoted during Jingo or Snuff, I think,) about humans mostly not being horrible to each other in that setting, in favor of being horrible to other species. It wasn’t meant to be the whole truth but I latched onto it (again, in the early to mid 20teens) as something that seemed a little naïve, given the entire world.  Then I sent it to a few people to get their opinions, synthesized some opinions, started rewriting during 2019 onwards. Had a crisis of confidence because part of the point of the story is that even if this lot aren’t the best people for the job (in various ways both obvious in the plot and philosophically) they’re doing their best. I wanted them to at least *try* to be heroes in a system that, upon further research, could be skewed away from the real world all I wanted but was probably always going to be associated with its real problems. I did a lot of reworking. In the end, I got bogged down in a lot of themes instead of plot events that will probably pay off eventually, just didn’t all need to be in the book. 

So for current rough draft? I’m attempting to get a solid plot order in before I mess around in philosophy. 

2) Smaller. Cast. The cast for FTPP is like, twice the size of the current cast. On the one hand, this is necessary for the way FTPP is structured (they’re working on at least three cases at any given time, they’re colleagues in a large city, there’s SEVEN people on the team,) on the other hand, it made narrowing down whose arc I wanted to deal with most a bit of a problem, even if there wasn’t a proper deuteragonist in that book, just Eight and whoever else had shit happening at the time. This is, perhaps, not the fastest way to work on a book. (This compared to current rough draft, which contains... depending on the way this structure works out anywhere between three main characters and four. Everyone gets to board the character growth train at the same damn time here.) 3) When will the executive function come home from the war? Figuring out a writing habit that actually works is kind of key if I want to get shit done. Things that worked in 2016, 2017, etc. don’t work now. Not just because I’ve had five different jobs since then, moved across the country, and live alone, but because the brain wiring got scrambled in a new and honestly, deathly boring way by the entire pandemic situation. (Those of you who are newer: no, I’m fine, I didn’t take a covid to the brain or anything, I just had a several year long flare up of the brain weasels because the brain cannot handle prolonged stress due to prior shit.) So if, in 2016 I could come home from work and write a few thousand words without it being impossible to fulfil all my other needs in regards to socializing, actually taking in other art, and the work of living, and in 2023 that’s not possible? Time for some self-experimentation. 4) Time to make more posts like this into the void? I do think the lack of writing community around (exceptions know who you are) has made it harder to stay excited about writing, personally. So... I have a few options laid out that may or may not be worth the time investment, I’ll update if I find anything particularly exciting. Though, also: the only way to find people who will talk about writing is to talk about writing. So, while I’m still in the stage of trying to chart out where I’m going with this book, instead of getting stuck eternally to the vibe, I will probably make a few more posts about writing. Maybe even about themes and shit.