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insane-arcane · 3 years

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Silco Falling for a Firelight 🔥

A/N: Did someone say enemies to lovers? Enemies to lovers with less than mutual attraction and lots of tension let's go!!!

The painted mask you wore was based after a raven. Something Silco could admire. The Raven and crows were some of the few birds in Zaun able to survive the smog and pick through the trash fishing out treasures. They were resilient and often beautiful birds with glistening feathers and despite being seen as dirty they were very clean. The raven you wore was a message. You were someone quick, and tenacious. Someone with a cunning mind and mischievous spirit. You honored the animal you wore well.

A resourceful and quick thinking chemist you were good at mixing concoctions on the battle field and using them against his crew. Flash bombs and small projectiles flying off your board as you soared above his men being some of your favorite weapons to use in battle. Always attacking with this creative unforgettable flair as you do complicated tricks almost like a bird flying.

You weren't much of a killer compared to those you worked with or those you fought against but you did what you had to too get things done and you weren't hesitant in your actions. Silco had a mild respect for this and for you. You weren't brutish in nature, having an almost dignified attitude as you fought. Never taking cheap shots despite his men never heistating too use one on you. Always focused on the task at hand but never afraid to switch it up.

Thinking of plans to adapt to any situation no matter how insane you were often unscarred after your battles and came out in some small way victorious. You'd stolen and blown up shimmer shipments, put his strongest underlings in hospitals or StillWater Prison, attacked the Chem barons operations and resources, left notes in his office to remind him you were coming for him, and destroyed his shimmer plants and factories somehow leaving his workers alive and well. You were a revolutionist but you weren't a monster. You had clear morals and you kept to them, never letting anyone change you.

Jinx notes to her father once how you often looked like you were flying with how graceful you were on your board and how your jacket billowing behind you reminded her of bird wings. You were fast on the ground as well taking people out before hoping on your board to retreat when you were done. She also noted how you could take a lunch and deliver one. In a sketch she free of you he noted your board had black raven wings with silver feathers and golden gears on the bottom. She often drew you for target practice not being able to shoot the real thing but Silco found himself keeping some of her sketches. No one could ever shoot you out of the sky but damn did they try.

You ran the FireLights with Ekko. It wasnt hard to figure that out. You two weren't the leaders as the FireLights didn't operate the same way Silcos gang did but he'd seen you on enough missions to know they listened to you. They followed you. Though he also noticed how you did many missions on your own. You did risky manuveures at even riskier jobs and yet you almost always won in some way that pissed Silco off. With you gone and out of the way his job would become much easier so you become a target. One he vows to personally take out.

And yet he'd never been able to even come close to killing or actually capturing you.

He should hate you. Loathe your very existence. And yet you bring an excitment to his life that even shimmer can't deliver. Jinx seems to be interested in you as well but not in the way he is. He mulls over you while making plans and tries to find out who you are with his multiple contacts. Your a ghost, a whisper on the streets of Zaun. No name, no face. Just your notorious Raven mask and board as you zoom across the rooftops of the Undercity.

Silco is always two steps ahead of everyone but for once here you are, someone who seems to be three steps back and about to be captured only to pull a stunt that has you coming out winning. He always thinks he has you and than you slip through his fingers at the last moment and he suddenly doesn't.

You've become a problem he can't ignore. He wasn't ignoring you before but it's become a near obsessive drive to find you. The FireLights were strong before but with you their unstoppable. You have stolen shipments of shimmer, beaten some of his best men to a pulp and gotten them arrested, outsmarted his most complex schemes, and escaped his grasp more time than he can count. He hates you. He loathes you. He does. Yet he's obsessed with you and he wants you on his team. He wants you with him. He wants you.

You leave him keepsakes of your victories and as infuriating as it is he finds it endearing as well. You've gained his attention and his respect. Both are things that many people seek but never get. A shelf lines his office wall with the threatening notes you leave him and the various trinkets of your wins and his loses. They remind him of why he must beat you. Of why he needs to unmask you. For on his shelf is an empty spot where he'll hang the raven once he's won. Once you've joined him and become his.

The first time your mask gets knocked off in a fight he's speechless. Silco doesn't often do field work with his lackies yet here he is and there you are. Eyes burning angry like coals and hot with the fire of rebellion as you stare at him with a maskless and bloody face. He's dumbfounded by how beautiful you look with a dab of oil on your cheek and blood dripping down your nose. And he wants to freeze time forever in this moment. With the ash and smoke surrounding you as you stare at him with that look.

He doesn't know you. Not personally but once a long time ago you were apart of the Sons and Daughter's of Zaun. You had fought in countless battles but had never really spoken or interacted. You were just people fighting in the same war for the same things. It seems you've found a new cause to fight with the FireLights. And suddenly it all makes sense.

He holds the mask close your name leaving his lips as he watches you. And even as you turn and run from him he can't stop staring at the cracked mask in his face thinking of your face. Of how he was so close and so far this entire time. Memories of flashbombs used on the bridge and stolen gunpowder being turned into various weapons to fight the Enforcers fill his head. This entire time it was all right in front of him and he missed it. This mask was the final piece to pull it all together.

You complete each other in an odd sort of way he muses as he smokes and stares at his little trophy. His first real prize since you've started this game of cat and mouse with him. Tracing the hand painted markings resembling a raven on the mask he hums remembering how you had always liked the bird. Said you'd fly an air ship someday so you could fly with them. He laughed then and it drawls a chuckle out of him now. Simpler times and simpler days he supposes. He smiles realizing you got your way and could now fly.

He knows who you are. He supposes it was always there and a small part of him but none of that mattered. He knew for sure and he'd find you. Taking a puff of his cigar leaning back he exhales the smoke. He thinks of your body, your face, your smile, and your eyes. They were etched into his mind forever. He would find you and when he did he'd never let you go again.

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actualbird · 3 years

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absolutely themeless assorted bag of hcs for the nxx boys, enjoy

wc: 536

vyn richter

was once contacted to be a brand ambassador for an upscale hair conditioner. he only declined because he knew it would imply to the general public that his hair is as beautiful silky silver smooth as it is due to a product. it isnt. it's just how hes built.

types "www." manually before every website

artem wing

the moment he was born into this world as a tiny pudgy flesh human baby, he cried for a grand total of 3 seconds just to let everyone know he was indeed Alive and then he quieted immediately. his mother was like "what???????" Assigned Quiet at Birth

speaking of mothers; artem is the momfriend of the group in general but specifically hes also the one with carrying all the useful stuff in his bag needed in day to day life that people often forget; wet wipes, disinfectant spray, post its, microfiber glasses cleaner (added for vyn, who sometimes leaves his at home), blister packet over the counter pain relievers (for him and then also for the whole team, they get headaches when Think Too Hard), hair ties (added for MC), and just everything else as well.

marius von hagen

cant aim for shit. like, he often crumples up sketches he doesnt like and tries to shoot them into a nearby wastebasket and by the end of the day, he shakes himself out of The Zone and realizes all of them missed, he is surrounded by crumpled papers. he once tried to toss a snack in the air and catch it in his mouth and he got hit in the eye with a dorito

actually, hes the ONLY ONE ON THE TEAM whos got this aim problem. canonically, artem is a sharpshooter, vyn is an archer, and luke is a sniper. since mc has been learning stuff from all of them, i assume her aim is great now too. rest in pieces to marius von hagen when the nxx team decide to go team building at a paintball arena or laser tag. hes fuckin DEAD

luke pearce

so bad at on the spot giving of words. adjectives, verbs, nouns, all of em. this is vaguely canon already (SSR Alluring Gaze where he was undercover and then was asked for his name and, of all names, said he was LUCAS. despite the fact that his CLEARLY VISIBLE NAMETAG ON THE OUTFIT SAYS SHERLOCK, LUKE, PLEASE. it is absolutely also my sub-hc that for NSB undercover missions, his cover name and persona is drafted beforehand so he can get acquainted with it early on so improv is a bit more minimal since hes got ahold of The Character) but i want to take it further, like, if mc asks him on the spot to describe like, a cake, off the top of his head, his answer is gonna be "cake-y"

while artem is the momfriend with the normal things that could be needed, i think luke is the one whos got stuff of the genre thats like Why Do You Have This? just look at his jacket. ive pointed out the visible pockets and noted down possible contents

#tears of themis #vyn richter #artem wing #marius von hagen #luke pearce

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jiminieloved · 3 years

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Ultimate Jikook Timeline Pt 103

Map of the Soul: 7 Era part 1

1. February 1, 2020:

a) Big Hit 15th anniversary artist group photo

b) Bangtan Bomb

0:20 Jimin tries an impression and JK looks at him

2. February 4, 2020:

Run Ep. 94

4:20 tracing the line with their fingers together

7:24 Jimin and JK mess up in the game, so they laugh together while reaching and holding each other

16:28 sitting close and Jimin puts his arm around JK’s shoulder

23:12 they discuss about who should do the challenge, Jimin says he is going to have a leg cramp if he does it, so JK does the challenge

24:12 Jimin massages JK’s leg after he loses the challenge

Behind

0:29 JK yells “Jimin-ssi” after Jimin says the wrong answer

1:54 another angle of the 7:24 moment of the episode

4:01 sitting close

7:48 they stay behind while looking at some kitchen appliance

3. February 17, 2020:

BTS reacts to BTS debut+5 Days

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2:54 they watch a debut video and when they show the part where Jimin shows his abs, JK smirks and stares at it

4. February 20, 2020:

a) BTS at Incheon Airport

b) BTS in Brooklin

0:42 standing close

4:54 Jimin gets inside the car and at 5:30 JK gets in the same car as him

c) Bangtan Bomb

JK filming Jimin at the beginning of the video

1:02 JK films Jimin again, Jimin makes a heart with his fingers and then JK says “but it’s not my phone” and Jimin says “what? It’s not?”

2:05 Hobi mistakenly calls Jimin JK

5. February 21, 2020:

a) BTS Twitter post

b) 3J Unit Photo Shooting behind

c) Map of The Soul: 7 Jacket Shooting sketch

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2:11 together for the unit photoshoot and then cutely talking about being in the same unit for a long time

3:17 looking at the photo results together

6:12 JK lays on Jimin’s back for the photoshoot

6:52 standing close

d) BTS Comeback Special

3:28 Jimin looks fondly at JK

18:50 JK picks Jimin as the one who looks better in the concept picture so Jimin asks him to explain why, JK says Jimin looks sexy with make up on

50:33 JK has to give a hint about “On” by acting and Jimin tells him “you are great at crying, show us that”

1:09:20 JK says he doesn’t know how to describe his excitement for the new album, so Jimin grabs his clothes and says “why do you keep saying that?”

1:12:54 jikook hug

1:14:17 standing close

e) Bangtan Bomb

They watch an adorable jikook moment in the beginning

0:40 they watch the members doing the photoshoot with the dark wings and Jimin keeps laughing but immediately changes his expression when JK’s appears on the shooting

f) Sirius XM Interview

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0:27 standing close, JK has his arm around Jimin’s shoulder

1:05 JK hides behind Jimin to tease him

5:45 Jimin hugs JK

g) Billboard Interview

3:00 sharing a drink

h) 'ON' Kinetic Manifesto Film : Come Prima MAKING FILM

13:29 JK puts his arms around Jimin and Namjoon

14:37 standing close

i) Bangtan Bomb - Spelling with Water Bottles

Jimin teases JK while he tries to spell the word “army” with water bottles

6. February 22, 2020:

a) Subway Olympics with BTS - The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon

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2:56 when the game ends and they start to count who has the most post-its, Jimin sneakily glues more on JK’s clothes for him to win

b) BTS and Jimmy Serve Katz’s Deli Pastrami Sandwiches in NYC

2:14 standing close

c) The Tonight Show Episode

10:21 Jimin puts an arm around JK and stands close to him

7. February 23, 2020:

BTS at Incheon Airport

8. February 24, 2020:

a) Map of The Soul: 7 Press Conference

Jikook were wearing matching clothes

b) Bangtan Bomb - Jin’s Selfie Time

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0:16 Jimin and JK hug Jin while touching their faces

9. February 25, 2020:

BTS Twitter post

10. February 27, 2020:

a) “On” MV Reaction

0:58 JK says “Jimin” when Jimin appears on the video

5:49 Jimin says “Jungkook, good job” when they finish watching the MV

b) Bangtan Bomb

Jikook laughing and playing with a megaphone

c) M!Countdown - Waiting Room Interview

0:36 Jimin asks JK to sing a part of “On” and then they exchange a look

11. February 28, 2020:

a) Music Bank Interview

1:50 JK sings the lyrics of “Shadow” and glances at Jimin

b) Bangtan Bomb

0:11 JK playfully pretends he is shooting with the camera, so Jin tells him to shoot Jimin and JK says he is out of bullets

Credits for the Run episodes timestamps to @ladyc0312

Information compiled by @lagalaxiedemochi, please direct all questions to this account.

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helliontherapscallion · 4 years

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Warmth (Adrenaline Junkie Part 6)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: Self harm scars, mentions of panic attacks and hallucinations

Word count: 2,842

(A/N): This takes place about 6 months after the last chapter. Also, I was heavily inspired by Toothless’ prosthetic, I’m really excited to write more about it : )

You hummed to yourself as you walked down the cobblestone street of the village. The village was probably one of your favorite places to visit; it had quaint little shops and stalls decorating the main plaza that you adored, it was always interesting to see what’s being sold today. Though you always wore your cloak to cover your wings (well, wing and a now-feathered nub) whenever you visited to avoid the stares, you still regularly visited the main plaza for the shops.

The first time you visited after the incident was about a month ago with Wilbur, you two were looking for something to cook for dinner. You were trying to get used to having your wings out again, so you were wearing the jacket with the slits in the back that you always used to wear.

The feeling of people staring holes into you was a feeling you forgot about. You always got stares whenever you went into the village because of your wings, but now it felt like more and more people were staring at you as you passed them, probably because of your nub. Though some looked at you in pity, most looked at you with disgust.

You could hear children asking their mothers what happened to you. Their mothers would take one look at you and shield their children away from you staring at you with disgust. You even made one kid cry when he saw your wing; you didn’t blame him, you still couldn’t look at your nub without tearing up. An hour hasn’t even passed before you were asked by a police officer to leave because you were causing a disruption and being indecent in public.

Wilbur was pissed. “They’re fully clothed and they didn’t even talk to anybody, so how exactly were they being disruptive or indecent?”

The officer firmly held her ground, looking up to Wilbur’s tall form. “Sir, the people are complaining and it’s my job to make the public feel safe and comfortable. Look,” she sighed, “I really don’t want to have to ask them to leave, they’re not doing anything to directly threaten people. However, they are causing a disturbance with their,” she wrinkled her nose, “their thing, so I’m going to have to ask them to leave.”

“You have absolutely no right to tell them to leave. They-”

“Wilbur, it’s fine. I’ll leave,” turning back to the officer, you calmly stated “I’m sorry for causing a disturbance ma’am. It won’t happen again.”

She curtly nodded and stood watching you, probably making sure that you left the main plaza. Before you could turn to leave, Wilbur stopped you.

“(Y/n)-”

“No, Wilbur. It’s alright, I can wait outside the village for you.”

He sighed, looking through his leather satchel. “No, you won’t have to wait for me. We’ve got enough food for dinner anyways,” shooting one last heated glare at the police officer, he reached down to grab your hand. “Let’s go.”

He drug you quickly through the village with you having a little trouble keeping up with his long strides. Once you were out of the village, he slowed his pace and walked with his hands shoved in his pockets.

“(Y/n), I’m sor-”

“Don’t be Wil. It isn’t your fault. I honestly was expecting to get kicked out earlier.”

“Still, it’s not fair to you. You didn’t ask for this.”

“I know Wil, I’ll just wear my cloak next time I visit.”

He didn’t say anything to you after that. The rest of the walk home was shrouded in an awkward silence.

Another part of the village you loved was the library. It had tall shelves filled to the brim with all sorts of books and various cushioned furniture littered randomly amongst the maze of shelves. Whoever would walk into the library would immediately be hit by the strong scent of parchment and wood as soon as they would walk through the twin doors. You would usually browse books about redstone, but you had a different agenda today.

Today, you were looking for a book about leather working. You wanted to make a leather prosthetic wing so you could at least glide through the air. You weren’t sure if it would work though. From what you’ve read, nobody’s attempted to make a prosthetic wing. It made sense, being a hybrid was rare in and of itself, let alone a winged hybrid.

You missed flying more than anything. You would give anything to be able to be in the air again. You felt jittery and restless without flight. Sure, Philza took you on some flights with him every now and then, but it wasn’t the same. You yearned for the independence and liberation it gave you to fly alone.

After you found a book and checked it out with the librarian, you hastily set out for home. You were walking with a giddy smile on your face and a bounce in your step. Several people gave you strange looks as you passed them, but you were in too good of a mood to care. You finally figured out a way you could possibly fly again.

When you got home, you headed straight to your workshop to get to work on your prosthetic. Several blueprints were hung up around your desk, some for your TNT launcher (which you finished a few weeks ago) and others contained ideas for an automatic farm. Your pride and joy was hung up in the center of your bulletin board. It made you extremely happy just by looking at the prosthetic sketch.

Your redstone lamp illuminated the space in front of you as you focused on cutting a large strip of leather in front of you with great concentration. You needed to get the measurements exactly right, equal sized wings are integral for stability midair. The prosthetic was going to be about the same size as your left wing with thin iron rods giving the wing structure. You planned on making it identical to a bat’s wing with a few minor changes in shape to match your other wing. Once it actually was structurally sound and working, you would add proper joints so you could wear it around and decorate it. Until then, you’re making adjustments.

When you were done, you moved on to crafting and melding together the iron rods. Putting on your goggles and thick leather gloves, you used a bit of lava your family kept stored in another room in the basement to fuse the thin iron rods together. You carefully dipped one end of two rods into the bucket before pulling it out at a certain time to hold the molten ends together until they cooled. You repeated this process until you were melding the last piece on.

“HEY BITCH, DINNER’S READY. GET IT WHILE IT’S HOT!”

Yelping, you dropped the mold onto your desk. You picked it up in a panic without paying attention to where your arms went. Unknowingly, your sleeved arm was pressing up against the scorching iron of the bucket of lava.

“FUCK YOU YA FILTHY GREMLIN, A LITTLE WARNING WOULD’VE BEEN NICE!”

He started cackling. “FUCK YOU TOO! NOW GET UP HERE BEFORE I EAT YOUR DINNER.”

“YOU BETTER FUCKING NOT. I SWEAR TO- FUCK!”

You felt the nerves on the side of your forearm screaming as you yanked it away, leaving the crisp remains of a part of your sleeve stuck to the iron bucket. Two pairs of footsteps boomed down the steps and got louder as they rapidly approached you.

Wilbur’s deep voice worriedly called out to you. “Shit, (y/n) are you alright? Let me see.”

Before you could protest, he gently grabbed your wrist and pulled the sleeve of your jacket down. Adjoining the light burn, small horizontal scars and some fresh cuts lined your forearms. Shit, they were never supposed to find out.

Wilbur’s hand froze, gripping your wrist with an iron grip. You hissed at the feeling of some of your cuts reopening, causing him to quickly retract his hand. He now had his hands hovering over your arm unsure of what to do with them.

“(Y/n), wha-” Tommy cut himself off once he saw the panicked look on his older brother’s face. Following his gaze, his wide eyes met with your cuts.

You sighed, prying the goggles off from your face and pulling the gloves off from your hands. You put on a calm exterior, contrary to what you felt on the inside. They were never supposed to know. “Listen, you guys weren’t supposed to find out about this. None of you were. Please don’t tell Dad or Technoblade, I don’t need more people knowing.”

Tommy spoke up with an incredulous look. “(Y/n), what do you mean? We can’t just not tell them.”

“I know. Please, do it for me? Everything’s finally going back to normal and this will just make everything worse again. I promise I’ll stop, I swear.”

The two brothers looked at each other silently contemplating what they should do. On one hand, you were their sibling and you were hurting yourself. They needed to tell their dad that you were cutting. You only had two lives left and you could kill yourself doing that. Philza and Techno could help. On the other hand, they wanted you to feel normal in your own home. You were right in the fact that everything was starting to feel like it did before the incident. Plus, they would gladly help you through it.

They looked back at you with apprehensive expressions, speaking at the same time.

“(Y/n), we’re not gonna tell Dad or Techno.”

“We’re telling them.”

Tommy whipped his head up to look at his brother angrily. “Wilbur, we need to tell them.”

“Tommy, no-”

“Are you fucking stupid? Of course we have to-”

“Tommy. We don’t because I’ll be taking every sharp object away from them tonight. We’ll watch them and check their wrists to make sure that there’s no new cuts and they stay clean. We’ll help them.”

“But- they,” Tommy gave a frustrated sigh. “Fine. But we at least have to tell Techno about this. He can help us.”

Wilbur glanced at you with apologetic eyes. Before he could speak up, you interrupted him. “...Alright, as long as Dad doesn’t find out. He has enough to stress out about and he doesn’t need to worry about me again. Now, can we go upstairs for dinner? We’ve been down here for long enough already and Dad’s probably wondering why. Tell him that I’m gonna go clean up.”

Without giving them any room to argue, you speeded up the stairs and into your room. Closing the door and leaning your back on it, you let your calm facade drop into a panicked one. Shit, what if Tommy tells Dad? What were you supposed to do then? He’ll take away what little freedom you had left and you’ll be sinking into the depths of your depression again.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock and Philza’s voice. You held your breath as you prepared yourself for him to tell you that he knows your secret. “Hey hun, Wilbur and Tommy told me that you burned yourself,” you let out a relieved sigh. “Do you need me to look at it?”

Panic once again flared in your bloodstream. “N-no Dad, it’s just a little burn. I’ll be down in just a second I’m changing.”

“You sure? I can get you a potion.”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“...Alright,” he sounded skeptical. “Just hurry up, dinner’s getting cold.”

The sound of his retreating footsteps sounded like music to your ears. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths before you moved to put on a long sleeved shirt.

Dinner was uncharacteristically quiet without Tommy, you, or Wilbur talking. Philza tried to carry the conversation with you four, but only Technoblade gave full responses. You, Tommy, and Wilbur only supplied a few words to a conversation when prompted.

Technoblade was suspicious. Sure, you and Wilbur were quiet sometimes, but Tommy? Tommy’s always loud and rambunctious. Something’s wrong, but what? What could’ve happened when Tommy and Wilbur went to go get you for dinner? They weren’t gone for long. He did hear you screaming profanities at Tommy for scaring you and overheard Tommy telling Philza about how you burned yourself, but how is that something that would shut you three up? He was going to confront his siblings after he finished tonight’s dishes.

Meanwhile, you, Tommy, and Wilbur were in your room. You were giving them your iron dagger.

“Is this all?”

“Yeah, Tommy. That’s all, search my room if you don’t believe me. I wouldn’t mind, I don’t have anything to hide from you anymore.”

They did just that. Looking under your bed, in your drawers, in your closet, and in the chest you kept for your supplies. You watched them propped up on your bed. While you were angry with yourself that you were so careless, you felt warm that they cared about you. They were great brothers.

After they were done turning your room upside down, Wilbur plopped down next to you and Tommy threw himself over your legs. You three laid there for a while just enjoying each other’s presence. It was nice to spend some time with your brothers, you didn’t get much free time to spend with them because you spent most of your time in your workshop.

The silence was broken by Tommy. “...So, how do you wanna go about telling Technoblade?”

“I’m… not exactly sure. Do we even have to tell him?”

Wilbur pursed his lips. “Even if you didn’t want to, I’m pretty sure he knows something’s up. He’s good at picking up on social cues.”

“Well if that’s the case, I might just wait until he comes to me. It’ll be easier.”

Your door swung open to reveal your piglin hybrid brother. He looked at you with a single eyebrow raised as his ear flicked. “What were you planning on telling me?”

Tommy and Wilbur looked at you expectantly. You shifted your body closer to the wall making room on your bed for him. He walked over and stiffly sat on the edge of your mattress. He gestured for you to talk to him. You slowly slid your sleeve down and showed him your arm. Besides his eyebrows slightly crinkling, he was as stoic as ever when he reached out to grab your wrist for a better look.

On the inside, the voices were almost as loud as when you died. They were nearly incoherent as several angry voices mixed together yelling at him for not noticing anything was wrong with you, the kid he vowed to protect when you first stole his crown and replaced it with a homemade paper one. Outside of the voices, he was furious at himself, he was supposed to protect you. He ran his fingers along the raised lines, gently tracing over every scar and scabbed over cut as if memorizing where every single one lays.

His monotone voice was gruff. “How long? Why?”

“About eight months now. I-I didn’t feel anything for a while after I respawned and I realized that pain helped me feel. It helped ground me when I hallucinated or had panic attacks.”

“...Do you feel anything now?”

“Yeah, I’m getting better Tech. I’m hallucinating less and I’m getting better at managing anxiety attacks. At this point, it's just a habit that I can’t drop.”

“Do you want to drop it?”

You fell silent. You never really considered stopping before. Before, you would do it to give yourself something to focus on when you were overwhelmed, but now you would do it out of habit. It somehow felt wrong when you skipped a session and it usually threw your entire day off. You would feel drained for the entire day if you didn’t do it. It was one of the only consistent things in your life.

“(Y/n), c’mon you don’t want to keep doing this, right?” Tommy asked before Wilbur reached over and slapped him upside his head.

“I think,” you breathed out, unsure of yourself, “I want to get better.”

Techno looked at his brothers. “Did you two take their blades?”

Tommy held up the iron dagger and wove it around haphazardly in the air. Techno reached over and pocketed the dagger before discarding his golden crown and placing it on your nightstand. He took off his weighted fluffy cloak and neatly draped it over a nearby chest. He maneuvered his body so that he was laying on your other side and wrapped a lazy arm over your chest.

With Wilbur on your right side with your wing draped over him, Tommy laying on your stomach with Wilbur reaching down to hold him, and Techno pulling you close to his body, you were pleasantly warm. You were slowly drifting off, being lulled to sleep by Techno’s slow heartbeat. You blissfully fell asleep surrounded by your brothers’ love.

Inspo for the cuddle pile (credit goes to og artist, zillychu): https://zillychu.home.blog/tag/heart-squad-cuddle-pile/

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#sbi x reader #platonic #philza x reader #technoblade x reader #wilbur soot x reader #tommyinnit x reader #sibling reader #platonic cuddle pile #platonic cuddling #hurt/comfort #mcyt x reader #mcyt #sbi #tw: scars #tw: hallucinations #tw: panic attack #tw: self harm

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beware-of-you-98 · 4 years

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GOD fuck it

artsy goth lesbian!! emily and her sporty jock gf jj college au headcanons (tw// mentions of homophobia+transphobia but nothing graphic)

emily has subdued her goth look from high school by a lot

she’s more of a pastel goth

her hair is straighter, the blue streaks running through her hair more nearly than they ever were in high school

she’s traded in her faded band shirts and faux leather jackets for plain black tank tops or t-shirts with darker, more neutral toned flannels thrown over top

she still wears her fishnet stockings, the ripped skinny jeans and chains on her belt, but she loses the studs

(instead, she wears a simple black choker)

her nails are painted matte black, filed into short tips

(she keeps her pointer and ring finger nails cut though because..... well duh)

she does her makeup the same way: dramatic eyeshadow with winged eyeliner sharp enough to cut a bitch

the only difference is she wears charcoal gray lipstick instead of black

people are weary of her

she carries around a dark, black umbrella when it’s sunny out to protect her pale complexion

literally no one hears her talk

no one knows her major

all they know about emily is that she’s good at art

she excells in the french and math classes she’s in

emily prentiss is intimidating for crying out loud! you can’t blame people for being nervous around her!

(once, emily heard a rumor that she beat up laura sanderson because laura called her a homophobic slur)

(she totally did break laura sanderson’s nose because laura called luke alvez and his boyfriend spencer reid homophobic and transphobic slurs and the bitch made penelope garcia, the sweetest human being emily has ever met, cry)

(she doesn’t feel sorry about it whatsoever)

jj is the complete opposite of emily

she dresses in sports jersies, shorts and a comfortable pair of vans

in winter, she wears soft pastel colored sweaters and cuffed jeans

her hair is always up in a ponytail

everyone on campus seemingly knows who rising soccer star jennifer jareau is

she trains every single day in the gym and often will be seen jogging around campus with a few of her teammates

despite her popularity, she’s really down to earth and kind

she has a small group of friends that she hangs around with when she’s not with her team (the small group includes spencer, luke and penelope!!)

she politely declines invitations to join sororities and spends the time she’s not on the field studying

her best classes are science and english

spencer and penelope are like her siblings and she protects them fiercely

laura sanderson tries her one day by starting on spence and jj goes off on her

she chews laura out hardcore, leaving to go to the field only when her hands start to shake

(laura doesn’t mess with spencer after that)

no one ever expects jennifer jareau and emily prentiss to be dating at all

as far as anyone knows, they don’t interact

so when jj’s teammates spot emily prentiss sitting underneath a shaded tree with her sketchbook during their practices, they’re weirded out

after practice, one of them pulls jj aside and is like.... “that emo weirdo is watching us...”

jj just shoots her a glare and states firmly “my girlfriend is just waiting for me to be done with practice”

and then she turns back to emily and grins, jogging up to her and giving her a kiss

emily likes staying over in jj’s dorm to watch her study (she sketches her girlfriend sometimes)

jj always wrinkles her nose with a smile and goes “why do you always draw me?”

emily’s cheesy response is always “you’re my inspiration”

jj’s often the model she uses for her photography assignments

despite hating crowds and sports, emily always makes it to jj’s games

she’ll stand over under her umbrella no matter the weather to cheer her girlfriend on

most times, she chants “come on baby, you got this” under her breath as she watches her girlfriend on the field

if she makes a goal, emily can’t help but cheer

jj always makes it to emily’s art galleries and show openings

she loves emily’s photography so much because her girlfriend really has a talent for it

her favorite art pieces of emily’s are the pottery (her girlfriend makes the cutest tea pots and tea cups) and her colored pencil drawings because they look so real

[the sweaters jj wears in the winter are 100% emily’s but no one has to know that]

#criminal minds #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #jemily #jj x emily #emily x jj #penelope garcia #luke alvez #spencer reid #college au kinda #i’m not creative #at all #sporty gf and artsy goth gf aesthetic ftw #tea pots are so hard to throw on a wheel tho rip

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mjpens · 2 years

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PPCU Art Masterpost

Fic drawings are labelled “Fic”, Commissions are labelled “Com”, spicy stuff is marked with *

Kingsman: The Golden Circle

Jack Daniels drops the antidote

Com: Jack Daniels havin’ a coffee

The Great Wall

Blue Pero

Fic: Pero Tovar in a leather jacket

Com: Stranger At My Gate

Com: Centaur Pero

Toasty Pero

Narcos

Javier stress smoking

Javier Peña smoking gif

Javier warm up

Javier smoking

Thot stances

Javier cuddles you in a storm

Equalizer 2

Com: Dave York in an ugly Christmas sweater

Fic: Versus

Going down on Dave York*

Prospect

Fic: Domestic Ezra

Com: bookshop keeper Ezra

Com: Seven Tears & Your Spot

Fic: Solisequious

Ezra in the dark

Fic: Seven Tears

Fic: A Girl Walks Into A Bookshop (owner)

Fic: A Law Divine

Fic: Forget Me Not

Ezra napping

Fic: A Girl Walks Into A Bookshop (fillianweed)

Swanky Ezra

Triple Frontier

Fic: Fix You

Com: Seven Tears & Your Spot

Com: Cat Frankie Piggy Dippin’

Fic: Watch Your Step

Hatless Frankie

Fic: Versus

Frankie’s tricep

Skater Din and skater Frankie*

Com: sad Frankie shooting

Fic: Interstices

Thot stances

Frankie the king*

Blood Sucking Bastards

Max’s missing tooth

Fic: Monster Love (wings)*

Fic: Bonded

Fic: Monster Love (shy)

We Can Be Heroes

Fic: Poorly Wired Circuit (Jitter)

Com: The Sad Wank*

Marcus Moreno and only his vest*

Com: Poorly Wired Circuit (Christmas)

Fic: Radiant*

Fic: Is This On?

Marcus and Missy Meta Halloween

Calls TV

Fic: Good. Things. Take. Time*

Casillero del Diablo

Fic: The Locksmith Series

The Thief steals saturn’s rings

The Last Of Us

Joel Miller in a stream

Joel pigeon feet

The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

Javi (and his chest) sketch

Dieter and Javi G

P***y drunk Javi G*

Chaotic Javi G

Javi G tongue

The Mentalist

Com: Lavish

Marcus Pike in holsters

The Bubble

Dieter combo

Dieter and Javi G

Dino boy pedro putting on eyeliner

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pinktintedmonocle · 4 years

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Dedicated Followers of Fashion - A Cobra Kai Lawrusso Fanfic - Chapter 1

Daniel raised an eyebrow. “That jacket is certainly something. Where did you even get that?”

Johnny shrugged. “Can’t remember. Had it since the nineties.”

“Oh yeah? Thought you didn’t own any clothes bought after 1989?”

When Johnny wears his sleeveless denim jacket to sparring practice, long buried feelings begin to emerge between him and Daniel. As they try to deal with their emotions, a few iconic outfits from their past make a reappearance.

Set post season 3, so beware spoilers if you haven’t finished it yet.

1992

“John Lawrence, here for the modelling gig.”

The receptionist looked at Johnny over the top of her wire rimmed glasses, pursing her lips in disapproval.

“You’re late.”

“Yeah, I know. I ran outta juice half a mile from the nearest gas station and me and my friend Bobby had to push my Firebird – ”

“Just sign here”, said the woman, pushing a clipboard towards Johnny. “Then take a left down there to get to costume and make-up.”

She pointed towards a corridor with a blood red nail and Johnny squiggled his signature then set off, walking briskly. He knocked on the door and it was quickly opened by a harassed looking man in a brightly patterned shirt.

“Are you the model? You’re very late you know, we were expecting you almost an hour ago.”

“Yeah, I know”, said Johnny. “But my car -”

“I don’t care, just get in here”, said the man, dragging Johnny into the room and starting to unbutton his shirt.

“Right, we need to get your clothes off and the baby oil on. Miranda!”

A small woman with a measuring tape around her neck materialised out of seemingly nowhere, brandishing a bottle of oil. Together, Miranda and the man prepared Johnny for the shoot, styling his hair and oiling him up. They gave him a pair of low rise designer jeans to change into; he quickly took off his own very much not-designer jeans and pulled them on.

“Right!” said the man, clapping his hands together and surveying his handiwork. “I think you’re all good to go! Oh – apart from one thing -”

He handed Johnny a sleeveless denim jacket and Johnny shrugged it on over his bare chest before the man pushed him out of the room and Miranda led him to the set.

After the shoot, Johnny walked up to the photographer.

“Hey, look I was just wondering if there are any more jobs like this going. It’s just I could really use the money and -”

“Oh, there are plenty of jobs like this going. For people who show up on time”, said the photographer, glaring at Johnny before walking off.

Back in the dressing room, Johnny scrubbed the baby oil angrily off his chest. He tugged his own jeans and shirt back on before his eyes fell on the denim jacket, now draped over the back of a chair. He slung it over one arm and left the building, more than ready for a beer with Bobby.

2019

“Maybe our new logo could be an eagle eating a snake”, suggested Johnny, picking up a pencil and beginning a crude sketch.

“Needs to have a bonsai in it”, said Daniel, not looking up from his phone.

“Alright. How about an eagle sitting in a bonsai eating a snake?”

Daniel tutted. “An eagle can’t sit in a bonsai, Johnny. It’s too big, the bonsai would just topple over.”

Johnny dropped the pencil and huffed, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, well, why don’t you try and come up with some ideas, LaRusso, rather than just staring at crap on your phone? What are you looking at, anyway?”

“Your Facebook page”, Daniel answered without missing a beat. “And you’re right, it is crap. Why is there a photo of you pouting while standing in front of a mural of some angel wings?”

“Oh shit, thought I’d got rid of that one”, said Johnny, pulling a face. “Can you delete it for me while you’re there?”

Daniel sighed. “No, Johnny, I can’t delete it for you, that’s not how it works.” He was for silent for a moment, still scrolling, then smiled.

“This one of you and Miguel is nice, though. You at a concert or something?”

“Yeah, Dee Snider, the most badass rocker ever.” Johnny stuck his tongue out and raised his hand to his mouth, two middle fingers held down, mimicking the pose in the photo.

Daniel rolled his eyes. “That jacket is certainly something. Where did you even get that?”

Johnny shrugged. “Can’t remember. Had it since the nineties.”

“Oh yeah? Thought you didn’t own any clothes bought after 1989?”

Johnny threw the pencil at Daniel across the office they had set up in Miyagi-Do. The smaller man caught it easily and scowled, but Johnny just grinned.

“Maybe I’ll wear it for you sometime, LaRusso”, he said with a wink.

“Lucky me”, Daniel muttered, looking back down at his phone.

Johnny wasn’t sure if it was just a trick of the light, but it almost looked like there was a faint blush on Daniel’s cheeks.

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Johnny could tell before he even got out of bed that it was going to be a swelteringly hot day. He woke in the early hours of the morning and couldn’t get back to sleep, the sheets sticking uncomfortably to his skin.

Eventually he got up and munched on cereal while aimlessly scrolling through Facebook on his laptop. (He had recently learnt that the box which asked him ‘What’s on your mind?’ was not a space for private thought, and that anything written in there could be seen by anyone else on Facebook. He discovered this after typing ‘How to take down Kreese and also what is cotton candy made of’ and Daniel had replied thirty seconds later with ‘You’re an idiot, Johnny’.)

As the heat continued to build Johnny took a cold shower before selecting an outfit for the day’s training. He threw on shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt and was just about to walk out of the bedroom when the denim jacket caught his eye, crumpled up on the floor of his closet.

Maybe I’ll wear it for you sometime, LaRusso.

Johnny picked it up, and before he could change his mind he shoved it into his gym bag and headed out of his apartment.

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“Good work today everyone”, said Daniel, nodding approvingly as the students filtered out of Miyagi-Do, wiping sweat off their foreheads and glugging from water bottles.

“Yeah, getting badass”, agreed Johnny. “Barely any pussies among you now. Well, apart from maybe you.” He pointed at Demetri.

The pale boy looked offended. “Hey, what’s wrong with me? I thought I did pretty well today!”

“You did, Demetri”, Daniel said reassuringly, patting him on the back as he left and frowning at Johnny.

Johnny just smirked and glanced towards the house, thinking longingly of the ice cold Coors Banquet waiting for him in the newly installed refrigerator.

“Hey Sensei!”

Johnny turned to see Miguel standing in front of him.

“You wanna come over to mine for dinner tonight? My mom says you’re welcome to join us if you don’t have any other plans.”

“Not tonight, kid. I’m gonna stay here for a bit, work on some new moves with LaRusso. But another time, yeah?”

“Yeah, of course”, said Miguel with a smile. “See you later, Sensei.” He started to walk out of the dojo, waving goodbye to Daniel as he went before looping an arm around Sam’s shoulders.

When the kids had left, Daniel turned to Johnny.

“You hungry?”

Johnny shrugged. “I could eat.”

He followed Daniel into the house, allowing his eyes to trail down the other man’s petite form. It had been a while since Johnny had seen Daniel train in anything that wasn’t a tracksuit or a gi, but due to the temperature Daniel was dressed similarly to Johnny in shorts and a sleeveless workout top. Johnny watched as Daniel’s long legs carried him out of the yard and inside, a slight sheen of sweat glinting on the tanned skin. Johnny bit his lip and fetched his longed for beer from the refrigerator, taking a swig.

“You want a cold one, LaRusso?” he asked.

“Do you have any beer, or in fact any form of alcohol, that isn’t a Coors Banquet?”

“No.”

“Then I’ll stick with water”, Daniel said dryly. He turned around to start preparing the dinner and Johnny held up his middle finger behind his back.

As Daniel busied himself Johnny opened his gym bag, reaching inside and pulling out a towel to wipe the sweat off his brow. He paused when he saw the jacket, scrunched up in the corner of the bag along with a can of deodorant and a packet of corn nuts.

Maybe I’ll wear it for you sometime, LaRusso.

Lucky me.

He took it out of the bag and pulled it on, feeling the rough denim scratch against his skin, before strutting back into the yard and sitting on the deck. He sipped his beer as the early evening sun beat down, trying and failing to think of something that wasn’t Daniel LaRusso’s legs.

Daniel soon emerged from the house and strode over with two plates of food. When he caught sight of Johnny he stopped mid-stride, mouth opening and closing a few times before he settled on just shaking his head.

Johnny grinned. “What? Told you I’d wear it for you sometime, LaRusso.”

“You’re ridiculous, you know that Johnny?” said Daniel, joining Johnny on the deck and handing him a plate and cutlery.

“I’m ridiculous? You’re the one who has a dojo in an ornamental garden.”

“What, as opposed to a more sensible location for teaching children karate, like a public park or a seedy strip mall with faulty wiring?”

Johnny ignored the jibe and poked at his dinner with a fork, wrinkling his nose in distaste. “A salad?” He put the bowl down. “Think I’ll go and grab a burger.”

“Really, Johnny? You want something hot in this heat?”

“Maybe I do”, Johnny replied, making eye contact with the smaller man.

This time the blush that bloomed on Daniel’s cheeks was definitely not a trick of the light.

After a moment Daniel coughed and looked away. “Come on Johnny, eat your salad. It’s good, I swear.”

Johnny pulled a face again but still speared a carrot and a lettuce leaf with his fork and popped them in his mouth, munching nosily. As green stuff went it actually wasn’t too bad. Not that he would ever tell Daniel that.

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After dinner they discussed potential new moves they could teach their students for the tournament, Daniel diligently writing them all down while Johnny lounged on the deck, nursing another Coors Banquet. (“Why don’t you just teach them that move you used on Kreese, the one that made his arms go limp? Then we’d win no problem.” asked Johnny. Daniel had rolled his eyes. “Funnily enough, temporarily paralysing your opponent is considered an illegal move in a karate tournament for children.” “But you can at least teach me, LaRusso.” “I’m not doing that, Johnny. You’d use it on anybody who annoyed you, which would mean practically everyone in the valley would have numb limbs.”)

Eventually Daniel put the pen down and stood up, offering a hand out to Johnny.

“You wanna try putting some of these moves into action?”

Johnny nodded and clasped Daniel’s hand, letting the smaller man pull him up. As he did, Johnny let his thumb rub gently over the back of Daniel’s hand for just a moment, noting with interest the slight but noticeable hitch in Daniel’s breathing as he did so. He thought of the blush from earlier, the way the pink tinge had spread prettily across Daniel’s olive skin, and swallowed thickly. The sensible thing would be to ignore these feelings, to push them back into the distant corner of his mind where they had been dwelling for the past three decades.

But Johnny Lawrence was not good at doing the sensible thing.

Daniel started to warm up while Johnny did a few half-hearted stretches of his own. Then they got into position in the middle of the yard.

“You gonna be able to move properly in that, Johnny?” asked Daniel, eyes flicking up and down Johnny’s denim clad torso.

“I can move in anything, LaRusso. Don’t think you’ve got an advantage over me just because you’re wearing some fancy-ass designer workout gear and $300 sneakers.”

“Whatever, Johnny. You wanna start with the new set of kicks?”

They trained for about forty minutes, moving from the kicks to a new punching technique and then into some blocks (“Can’t we just keep punching?” Johnny had asked. “’Cause you know, the best type of defence is just more offence.” Daniel raised an eyebrow. “That’s the winning attitude that got us into this mess to begin with. Come on Johnny, let’s just try it my way, OK?”)

The sun was low in the sky but it was still baking hot, and Johnny could feel the sweat running down his chest, exacerbated by the heavyweight denim. It was worth it though. Johnny hadn’t really planned what would happen once he’d put the jacket on, but the first time Daniel’s bare skin had come into contact with the fabric he had let out a breathy little gasp. Johnny had then deliberately started to make sure his jacket touched Daniel whenever possible, and by the time they had worked through most of the new moves Daniel was looking dishevelled, hair unruly and falling into his eyes, skin slick with sweat, breath ragged. He lashed out with a front kick and Johnny blocked as planned, but rather than backing off he spun Daniel around and pulled him into an embrace so the smaller man’s back was flush against his chest before dragging his jacket slowly over Daniel’s damp skin. Daniel shuddered and let out a small whimper. He went to move away but Johnny grabbed his wrist and pulled him back in so that they were face to face. Johnny let go of Daniel’s wrist, moving his hand instead to the other man’s waist, letting his fingers rub over the slight swell of softness at Daniel’s middle.

“Johnny”, Daniel breathed, voice breaking, eyes wide, leaning in just ever so slightly.

Johnny gulped. This was dangerous territory; flirting was one thing, but they were now on the verge of something else entirely. An image of Carmen and Miguel flashed into his mind, happily chatting away at their family meal, and he felt a sudden rush of guilt. Daniel was still staring at him with those big doe eyes, and he suspected that if he went in for a kiss the smaller man wouldn’t resist him.

Instead he stepped back, arms dropping to his sides, almost tripping over a rock as he put some distance between him and Daniel (who designs a dojo with freaking great lumps of stone in it, anyway? And Daniel had the nerve to criticise him for being unsafe).

“Uh”, he said, throat dry, voice coming out low and scratchy. “That was good. I mean, good – uh – session. With the new moves.”

Daniel just stared at him for a moment before he seemed to come to his senses.

“Uh, yeah”, he said, clearing his throat. “Good, uh, good work Johnny.”

“Uh, yeah. You too”, said Johnny, gesturing vaguely in Daniel’s direction. They were both silent for a second and then they both spoke at once.

“It’s getting late, I should –”

“So I need to get back –”

They smiled tightly at each other.

“See you tomorrow, LaRusso”, Johnny said awkwardly.

“Yeah. Tomorrow.”

Johnny fetched his stuff from the house and left by the front door, slinging his bag into the back seat of his car. He pulled out of the driveway, glancing for a second in the rear view mirror. Daniel stood in the doorway, watching him, an unreadable expression on his face.

At home, Johnny peeled off the denim jacket and threw it back into the closet. He grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and drank it in one before cracking open another and sitting down in front of the TV. He let a mindless action film wash over him until he felt his eyelids start to droop and he drifted off on the couch to dreams of long legs and big eyes and a soft New Jersey accent that just whispered Johnny, Johnny, Johnny over and over again.

#cobra kai #cobrakaifanfic #cobra kai fan fic #cobra kai fanfiction #Johnny Lawrence #Daniel LaRusso #lawrusso #clothing kink

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abyssalplane · 3 years

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New OC? NEW OC! They're name is Ghost (?) (she/they) [ID: Two art pieces of the same character. On the top one, it is a digital art piece of a black woman jumping forward. She has a magenta mask and magenta shirt on, as well as a leather jacket, half purple half black skirt, and steel toed boots. She has bone wings coming out of her back, and is holding a shotgun close to her body. The background is a desert with purple sand, a green sky, and strange black pillars shooting into the sky. The second image is a sketchbook full of many uncolored, pencil sketches of the character on one side, and images of the individual clothes the character wears on the other side. /end ID.]

#i dont have a last name yet #and i am still not sure about the name #give ideas please!#art #my art #ocs #ghost lastname

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mythgirlimagines · 3 years

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After seeing the glowing reputation of the Things That Never Happened talentswaps by the fellow Anons, I decided to try this again! Introducing the hybrid setter-spiker-libero superstar and the Former Ultimate Volleyball Player, Myth!

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BACKSTORY AND TALENT

With two older siblings who had past experience with volleyball, Myth has been taught by her sisters ever since she was little. The constant practice with her older sisters made her a practical powerhouse, by the time she made it to middle school. Her passion for volleyball, despite her diminutive height, drove her to attend Hatohane Girl’s Academy, a high school famous for their prestigious powerhouse of a volleyball team. Within days of attending the club, she proved herself to be a formidable ally and an even more formidable enemy, for she is able to assimilate herself into just about any position on the court, even positions that require height (for she has one of the most impressive verticals, this side of the academy). Her enemies consider her a “wild card”, for she is utterly unpredictable in her gameplay, and you better believe that she wears her title on her sleeve. In fact, she once played against an entire team, while her other teammates are out sick, and she managed to wipe the floor with them. This action alone is what catapulted her into stardom and granted her a spot at Hope’s Peak Academy. In her adult years, she’s working hard at a top-tier professional girl’s team, known as the Sunset Pegasi. But she is currently taking some time off to chaperone this year’s Ultimates and Jr. Ultimates.

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RELATIONSHIPS

Wyre Anon, Former Ultimate Carpenter

Wyre has been Myth’s volleyball teammate ever since middle school (as a wing spiker), and has been her best friend for even longer, thanks to their similar competitive natures, despite Wyre’s wild and expressive personality clashing heavily against Myth’s stoic and disciplined personality. The natural muscles they got from working at thejr father’s carpentry shop really made them a valuable asset in just about any sport they put their mind to, with volleyball being a major favorite of theirs. Imagine Myth and Wyre’s mutual elation, when they both got accepted into Hope’s Peak. Wyre was so elated, that they carved a large wooden sculpture of the two of them holding hands in victory.

Outfit: A purple stripe in her hair that matches Myth, protective orange goggles, an orange and brown flannel shirt, a dark brown leather tool-belt, blue jeans, off-white socks, brown steel-toed boots.

Anon Scar, Ultimate Screenwriter

Famous for screenwriting in both action media and horror media, Scar originally wanted to be an actress, but her natural stage fright meant that she had to settle for behind-the-scenes work. Luckily for her, she proved to be excellent at both sketching out action/horror scenes and writing the very scene out, making her the mastermind behind several recent blockbuster movies. In an attempt to “fake it until she makes it”, Scar tries to project the personality of her favorite archetypes: “The Dark Lord of Script”. But as Myth very quickly figured out, she’s not doing a particularly good job of it, for when she shows concern for her conmates (which is all the time, by the way), her true personality resurfaces.

Outfit: A black and white striped sweater, a purple and red vampire cape, a matching long skirt, stockings, boots and gloves from original design.

Fusion Anon, Ultimate Linguist

As a child, Fusion showed a surprising aptitude and interest in the countries of the world, with their languages and their food being what he mainly specializes in. Fusion’s parents quickly signed him up for language courses, and time after time, Fusion picked up the languages left and right. As of his acceptance, Fusion can speak ten languages on a conversational level, and can read and write in twice as many languages. Fusion is currently running a foreign language tutoring business, and even holds seminars at the Kibo-Con for the other Ultimates. Myth thinks that Fusion’s seminars would be a valuable asset, for when she’s playing against international teams, so her attendance is perfect.

Outfit: A grey bomber jacket with country flags lining his sleeves, black fingerless gloves, red and white sneakers, glasses, undershirt and pants from his original design.

Fusion Anon II, Ultimate Hiker

Famous for besting mountains many people claim to be impossible, the numerous selfies that Fusion II takes of her travels all prove her claims that she bested the tallest of mountains, all with the signature smirk on her face. But despite the confidence and charisma she carries in her selfies, she actually has a massive nerdy side that she would much rather keep hidden. Myth found it confusing on how two Anons could share the same name, but based on the father-daughter behavior that occurs between the two Fusions, Myth has a hypothesis made. That being said, Myth shows respect for her kohai, and will always be there to boost up Fusion II’s ego, whenever she’s feeling down.

Outfit: Diamond-crusted sunglasses, a light blue parka with white fluff and matching winter gloves, brown cargo pants, matching steel-toed boots.

Just Anon, Ultimate Tree Climber

Originally climbing trees to escape teachers and other bothersome individuals, Janon was eventually nicknamed “Chameleon”, for his extraordinary skills in climbing up and camouflaging himself in the trees. While Myth normally has an inhuman amount of patience regarding more defiant and disrespectful underclassmen, Janon’s blatant disrespect towards his all his senpais (apart from the gardener), makes her want to spike a volleyball directly into his face. But upon seeing Janon interact with and actually showing affection and respect towards his kohais, Myth gained a newfound respect for Janon, that she never thought she would gain. If only Janon could start respecting his senpais.

Outfit: A camo-colored army helmet and matching hoodie, brown pants and black boots.

Sparkle Anon, Former Ultimate Sprinter

With a bombastic, loud, and flashy appearance and the personality to match, it’s very hard to miss the appearance of Sparkle, when she is on the racing track. Sparkle is particularly known across the internet for sprinting in ridiculous costumes, in order to assist charities across the world. Myth was happy, upon finding out that she would be accompanied in her chaperoning by a fellow athlete, even if their personalities are like oil and water. They regularly meet in the Kibo-Con gym to exercise, while exchanging fitness plans and mutually fangirling over each other, for they’ve both seen each other‘s competitions, and are impressed by what they’ve seen from each other.

Outfit: Hair in a bob being held by a red and white headband, a red and white sparkling tank-top with her name on the front and blue sparkly shorts, long white socks, and shoes that match her tank-top, a black and white checkered flag slung over her shoulders like a cape.

Egg Anon, Former Ultimate Gardener, and Wet Sock Anon, Former Ultimate Liar

Famous for managing one of the largest and most breathtakingly gorgeous botanical masterpieces ever known to man, Egg was introduced to Myth as an only child. But what Myth doesn’t know, is that, in interviews, Egg pulls the classic “twin-switch” trick and has their twin Wet Sock masquerade as them, while blowing up their reputation with lies of commission and omission. Even in their stay at the Kibo-Con, the duo regularly intact the twin switch to such an extent that most Anons didn’t even know of Wet Sock’s existence (apart from Eldritch, but nobody believes him, because, well, he’s Eldritch), and passing off the times Wet Sock’s been seen out of costume as morning-induced delirium.

Outfit: A straw hat, a yellow and green flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, blue jeans with dirty knees and green gloves and matching rain boots

Curious Anon, Jr. Ultimate Finder

After their classmates realized that Curious had an excellent eye for details and a helpful and altruistic spirit, they quickly used Curious like their personal finder for lost objects. Eventually, Curious got paid to help people from all around their hometown find lost objects, pets, and even people. Myth has quite the watchful eye, so she barely, if ever, needs Curious’s help in finding objects that she happened to misplace. But she is willing to misplace objects on purpose, if it means getting a smile and a look of pride and accomplishment on the face of her kohai. Curious reminds Myth of some of her kohais: desperate for praise and lives for validation.

Outfit: A black gakuran with a magnified glass clipped to their belt and a matching hat and shoes.

Anon Nerd, Former Ultimate Sharpshooter

With an unparalleled bullseye streak and temper issues of an equally unparalleled caliber, Anon Nerd is a name to be feared in competitions, and for good reasons, considering Nerd’s volcanic temper and sheer skill at shooting targets despite that. If someone even slightly wrongs him, they risk getting shot with one of his prized rifles. Considering Myth’s stoic and composed attitude and Nerd being the complete opposite, one would think that they would never get along. But, shockingly enough, Nerd considers Myth to be the only one (apart from the other Brain Cells), to not be a complete and utter dolt. They regularly like testing their accuracy in each other’s sports, with Myth faring better at shooting.

Outfit: A brown and dark green bomber jacket, red tinted sunglasses, blue jeans, brown sneakers, a red rifle strapped to his back.

Eldritch Anon, Ultimate Tattoo Artist

Growing up in one of the seediest underground communities, rife with scum and villainy, Eldritch is famed all around town for his skill in tattooing the people of his town with anti-government and pro-anarchy tattoos on visible parts of their body, as protest to the government that put them in this horrible condition in the first place. Eldritch can’t trust anybody who doesn’t have a special tattoo inked by Eldritch himself, up to and included his own conmates. He especially can’t trust Myth and her stoic and unpredictable demeanor. The thought of one of her kohais being scared of her brings Myth to internal tears. Myth is currently attempted (unsuccessful) senpai-kohai trust exercises.

Outfit: Hair being completely shaved on the right side, black eyeshadow, a black sleeveless hoodie that shows off his various anti-government tattoos, blue jeans and knee-high black boots.

Dream Anon, Ultimate Confidant

Known around her school as the most trustworthy girl her schoolmates know, Dream organized a secret room in the school, in case any of her classmates need to talk about their secrets and vent to an optimistic and loving role model figure. Ever since Dream met Myth, her idol in athletics, she knew that her senpai had common ground with her, for they both share a passion for volleyball and show endless support to each other. Besides, Dream always wanted to crack the tough nut and unpredictable beast that is the Iron Wall of Hatohane. Surely, someone as stoic and unmovable as Myth must have some secrets and she’ll always be there to support her senpai in a rough patch.

Outfit: A dark grey ski cap with heart pins on it, a pink and grey hoodie over a black shirt with a red heart on the front, shorts, socks and shoes from her original design.

Iris Anon, Jr. Ultimate Surfer

As the daughter of two parents who own the local beach house, Iris has been living by the ocean ever since she was little, and she has efficiently mastered the art of catching the biggest and most gnarly of waves, earning her the attention of entire fleets of preteen ladies, which is also helped by her adorable personality and her adoration of marine biology. Iris’s passionate and optimistic attitude reminds Myth of some of her younger kohais and for that reason, Myth attached herself to the cheery water-lover. Being a fellow athlete helps matters. Myth also introduced Iris to beach volleyball, and Iris was more or less a complete natural. Needless to say, Myth was impressed at her kohai taking on her craft.

Outfit: Hair tied into rings, pink swim goggles, a pink swimsuit top, a galaxy printed sarong around a matching pink swimsuit bottom, galaxy printed flipflops.

Purple Anon, Ultimate Emergency Planner

As the daughter of only the biggest CEOs in the entire nation, Purple learned of the dangers that many people in the large and cramped offices face on a daily basis. From there, Purple knew that she had to take matters into her own hands, and begin stocking up and preparing for every work emergency under the sun, whether that’ll be economic or physical. These duties instilled her with a timid attitude and a natural motherly instinct, and of course, that’ll extend to her conmates and chaperones. Every time Myth gets injuries on or off the court, Purple would always be right behind her, with her medical kit in tow, as well as a healthy (if needlessly verbose) reminder to not overwork herself.

Outfit: An off-white hard hat, a black safety vest over a purple sweater, a black and white striped skirt with a fully-stocked emergency belt, purple stockings, black boots.

This series would center around everyone getting to know the stoic iron wall, who secretly has a soft spot for all of her dorky kohai.

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PERSONALITY

Volleyball!Myth is known by her opponents as an utterly unpredictable beast, but to her teammates, she is heavily supportive and kind-hearted, despite her quiet and stoic demeanor, which clashes heavily against her more loud and flashy appearance. She has a particular soft spot for her kohais, and loves it when people show respect and look up to her. In a height-dominant sport like volleyball, Volleyball!Myth used to have hangups regarding her height, but constant support from her family and middle school teammates gave her the much-needed confidence boost to strut onto the court in all of her 5 FT 3 IN glory. Volleyball!Myth is surprisingly hard on herself, for she spends practically all of her time practicing, claiming that she still has room for improvement and needs to push herself even harder. Only her childhood friend Carpenter!Wyre can convince her to chill out and take a break for once.

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APPEARANCE

Volleyball!Myth wears her natural brown hair in a ponytail with a purple skunk stripe down the middle and also wears black sports glasses. Volleyball!Myth simply wears the uniform of the Sunset Pegasi, which consists of the following: a blue jacket over an orange jersey with a yellow sun design and a big number “6” on the front, shorts that match her jersey and red shoes with white soles and laces.

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Luckily, I was able to use all of my Haikyuu knowledge to help write Myth. In Haikyuu terms, Myth is like a mix between Nishinoya, Aone, Ushijima and Tendou (with Hinata’s height and vertical). I hope that you like this swap, and I’d love to hear what the others think of it!

-Fusion Anon

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