#would have KICKED my OWN HEAD if i didnt put that out in the world during erisol week LMAO

[tmos-time]

i TOTALLY didn't blank at the word "ascend" and forgot i could do something about godtier stuff for @erisolweek AFTER i went "ascend = go up = clouds" what are you talking about?? <3

[cyverrieee]

[1] WITH A COSPLAYER!YUU WHO SADLY ENDED UP IN TWISTED WONDERLAND WHILE IN COSPLAY...

01 ➳ I might expload if i keep on thinking about this juicy

brainrot eating my brain into BITS anyways..

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ᴏɴᴇ ᴜɴғᴀɪᴛʜғᴜʟ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ɪs ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛᴡɪsᴛᴇᴅ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ! ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴡᴏʀsᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏsᴘʟᴀʏ. ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅʟʏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀs ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇs ɢᴀᴢᴇ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ...

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ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ʀᴏsᴇʜᴇᴀʀᴛs

Now you were suddenly transported into twisted wonderland in your Riddle Rosehearts cosplay. This was supposed to be the day you were going to have a fun convention day with your friends who cosplayed the other Heartslabyul members. Now that you literally get to face the actual Riddle Rosehearts. You were definitely fuming with embarrassment! You laughed uncannily, the other members of Heartslabyul still incoherent shock. Especially Ace

You try to blabber out some excuses WHY you were wearing Riddle's dorm outfit! Riddle was much confused but slightly impressed. The makeup was nice, the styling of the wig was impressive. Especially the details in his atrocious outfit (if you handmade it of course).

God damnit! You were basically dying in embarrassment, you can't possibly say to Riddle that he is a fictional character in a game! No that knowledge is definitely unbearable to someone like him. But you couldn't find anymore words to describe your current predicament; your only chance was to tell.. Half of the truth!

"W-Well.. Your a famous favorite... Character back in my.. World! People loved your personality, they find you.. "

Now how to describe this? How the hell do you say something about it! Riddle was shocked. He wasn't expecting people to like his personality knowing how stern he was before his overblot.. Or even now!

You mostly spend the following hours in your Riddle cosplay, what would make it even funnier is when you and riddle would walk together, you two look the same but the only difference was in height. Obviously you were taller than Riddle. But you really slayed in those heels!

Of course, when you finally took off your Riddle cosplay was when he actually saw you. He felt like he got tricked because aint no wait some of your features just disappeared! (Your makeup skills were too good, professional catfisher!..)

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ʟᴇᴏɴᴀ ᴋɪɴɢsᴄʜᴏʟᴀʀ

Well shit. This is awkward. Its not everyday you face the character you were literally cosplaying as... You found feel a rush of embarrassment go through your head. You were wearing the fairy gala outfit of Leona with a high ponytail (because before being suddenly sucked into Twisted Wonderland. You were sweating in your cosplay and decided to put your wig up in a ponytail because it was thick)

Leona only looked at you and laughed. Okay now, this was more embarrassing than you expected. Your cosplay was a bit incomplete if you could say. You couldn't find any damn white shoes to match the outfit so EARNESTLY and EVEN SO DESPERATELY asked your own mother to borrow her silly heels that she wore on her wedding, but fuck that was like... More than a decade, thats for sure. Somehow it kinda fits you, same shoe size or whatever. It definitely caught Leona's attention knowing how you're almost at his height, yet just kick off a few more centimeters then you'll reach it!

Ruggie feels constipated seeing two Leonas sit in one room. Goddamit! Now he has to grab for two of them! Oh? One of them is real nice for no absolute reason? A nice Leona feels like a nightmare, but he'll take wha he can get. Since you can't get out of your silly cosplay, you were forcibly going around the campus with your fairy gala cosplay. A bit embarrassing but it has a few perks, people who didnt knew it was the fake Leona would have had probably been shaling their boots off. A little threatening to have something wont hurt right? Nahh, they wont know anyways. You were a Ruggie in disguise.

Sometimes, Leona would point details you missed. Like oh! You forgot this or you literally forgot to add that. He just wanted to seen as a perfect piece of art. If your cosplay is 100% handmade, he is secretly impressed by your dedication and motivation. What? This took you 6 months? HALF A YEAR? His respect kinda went up a bit. If you cosplay with your friends and family, maybe tell some stories about you and your friend/cousin/sibling dressing up as Falena and doing the scene from Lion King with your younger sibling/short friend. "Whats the Lion King Scene?" All the braincells probably left out of your brain because oh my fucking god, all you hear in your head is "LONG LIVE THE KING.." and you know.. yeah... You went silent after that, you cannot say that. Moving on!

When Leona saw you out of your cosplay, he was still secretly impressed over your makeup skills; not one for makeup himself but he just finds that you can literally become another person just with makeup impressive but he wont dare say it out loud. Professional catfisher am i right?

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Oh you cosplayed Azul? Hes fine on the outside but screaming in the inside. If the world allows you, you might hear him scream.

Jade and Floyd finds you pretty cool. You cosplayed Azul and you looked so silly and cool in it!

If you were a chubby cosplayer, Azul will scream at this point. An actual scream (not because hes scared or anything. Hes having a plentiful of positive emotions rushing through his brain.)

He will check your cosplay too! Checking every detail. Saying this like "impressive" "amazing labor!" He would definitely be shock on how much time it took you , even if his outfit is easily to replicate. Your broke ass decided to take it the hard way andake it by scratch because no money will be wasted generously.

Please show your Azul impression. He actually kinda wants to see it. If you do silly things in your Azul cosplay. He's gonna be slightly embarrassed but at some point, he might get used to it.

DID I HEAR THAT CLEARLY?! YOU MADE A PROP OF AZUL'S GOLDEN CONTRACT?! He looks at it with awe. Even though it just glossy yellow paper with some writings, its still very nice you went this far for something as someone like him.

You two will roam the hallways asking for contracts now! Just kidding (if you want to :3)

When Azul saw you without your cosplay, he still finds you amazing in your skills of makeup and stylization. Not everyone can transform themselves into another person with makeup and a measly brush no?

The professional catfisher strikes again!

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➥ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ? ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ᴏʀ ʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ʜᴇʜᴇ!

! ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ! ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴀᴛ ғᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢʟʏ !

➳ [2] 𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘮, 𝘝𝘪𝘭, 𝘐𝘥𝘪𝘢, 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴

ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ sᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ!

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ!

[whilomm]

i think part of the reason why ppl have a kneejerk reaction to others pointing out that marcille is kinda conservative (besides the usual desire to sand down characters edges to make them Less Problematic™) is that theyre thinking "conservative=republican" rather than similar to like, that girl who will swear up and down that she is SO progressive and 100% feminist and everything but when a girl doesnt shave her legs she says "ugh but its just so UNSANITARY" but at the same time if a guy DOES shave their legs she just "thinks its weird!!!", and if you point out the contradiction there ("didnt you say it was UNSANITARY to not shave? doesnt that mean you think ALL guys should shave?") she will BSoD a little bit and uhhhh i mean uhhh its just that–

or you know, someone who if you come out as a trans to her she'll accept it (after a bit of confusion and a few of the usual dumb cis questions) but maybe thinks that the way to ✨validate✨ you is to go all in on gender stereotypes like okay if youre a woman that means MAKEUP and DRESSES and LONG HAIR and ACTING LADYLIKE and PARTICIPATING IN GIRLY ACTIVITIES and NOT BEING TOO LOUD and NOT TAKING UP TOO MUCH SPACE. and if your a man that means dressing MANLY and HAVING SHORT HAIR and ACTING MASCULINE and TOUGH and BEING UNINVITED FROM THE (GIRLY) WEEKLY HANGOUT SESH

or people who like, will never outright say they HATE homeless people, like if you talk about volunteering at the soup kitchen or donating to the food bank shes like yeah!!! but then she also getting weirdly uncomfortable when it comes to actual homeless people who arent like, the model of 'trying but down on my luck', and just thinking the tents are unsightly and worrying about how if you give someone money on the street if they'll just use it for drugs and being anxious about the vague specter of "violence"

(im not necessarily saying "marcille herself would 100% do these things" but just "when people say marcilles a bit conservative they dont mean rightwing republican they mean like this kinda shit which self-proclaimed Progressives do when they dont recognize they still got shit that they picked up from living in a So Sigh Titty to work thru")

like, listen, a big part of marcille's character is that she is very prideful and sure of herself and her opinions. half of marcille's character building parts are "marcille has a preconceived notion! oh, someone challenges the preconceived notion! marcille is RESISTANT to this! oh my GOD this is AWFUL how could you CHALLENGE HER WORLD VIE- oh. oh wait no. okay you might have a point BUT SHE STILL HATES IT!!!".

she changes and she learns things! but shes kicking and screaming the whole way and kinda annoying about it and even after she has one thing challenged shes still got a whole backlog of other things she learned from So Sign Titty shes also gotta work thru even if she doesnt realize it yet. sometimes she gradually realizes these things on her own sometimes someone basically has to hit her over the head with the Very Special Episode about how halffoots arent children and orcs aren't evil and maybe shes treating falin a bit like a dress up doll and infantilizing her and like thats a problem maybe?

like. its an interesting part of her character! let marcille be a bit conservative. she aint perfect. actually theres a lotta little things she kinda sucks about. but its okay bc she can learn and have her tidy little worldview challenged and its interesting to see her go thru it all!

(and i also wonder if part of the resistance to people pointing out how shes a bit conservative in some ways is also like, refusal to admit "hm maybe i also hold some regressive views". like, the general thing of "wanting to believe you are already a perfect progressive and dont hold any shitty views" is extremely realistic, its defo a trap ive fallen into before! most of us probably have! but like, step one is admitting it rather than putting your foot on the ground and saying la la la i cant hear you)

[cowboybrunch]

writerblr interview tag!

thank you for the tags @tragedycoded (here) @sableglass (here) and @saturnine-saturneight (here) <3 ive been meaning to get to this one for a minute sooo let's get into it

Short stories, novels, or poems?

i started with poetry, so it has a special place in my heart. all of my short stories turn into beasts. is it a cop out answer to say all of the above?

What genre do you prefer reading?

it'd be easier to list what genres i don't like. when i say ill read anything, i mean ill read anything. lately i've been on a sci fi kick (thanks Pierce Brown) but i love a good modern trashy romance as much as the next guy (i read the booktok sludge so you dont have to!) im not really a nonfiction guy but hey, if anyone has some recs, ill give em a shot

Are you a planner or a write as I go kind of person?

def NOT a planner. usually when i start writing i have a vague idea of where we start and where we need to end up, but what happens along the way is a surprise for everyone involved

What music do you listen to while writing?

SILENCE. sometimes white noise. i cant focus with music, brain gets jumbled

Favorite books/movies?

of all time? oh god for books, probably This Is How You Lose the Time War or The Song of Achilles but The Locked Tomb series is def up there. not a novel but i've read Bluets by Maggie Nelson so many times i probably have it memorized by now favorite movie is Zoolander, easy answer. that movie owns. i can watch it on repeat and ill never get sick of it

Any current WIPs?

Dust to Dust is still alive but im taking a bit of a hiatus before hopping into the final bit (tag is here if you wanna see me ramble about it) Felix Wonder is the fun time brain break WIP of choice currently and im working on draft 3 of Burden of the Reluctant Death (we will get to the ending this time. we will)

Create a character description of yourself: 

Elusive, or pretends to be. Too much energy in too small a body. Refuses to sit properly in a chair. Prone to fits of melancholy remedied by sunlight. Easily excitable, but fussy. Same outfit every day: big sweater, little pants, fuzzy socks. Nails bitten bloody but at least her hair is clean (if a bit too long for summer)

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing?

i could say no but that would make me a liar

Are you kill happy with your characters?

i was gonna make a joke but it would be spoilers soo. i write about grief. no way everyone makes it out alive

Coffee or Tea while writing?

coffee. i dont like tea (sorry sorry!)

Slow or fast writer?

im very much a burst writer so. flood or drought, no in between. lately i'd say SLOW but im just waiting for that spark u get me?

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

this really isnt fantasy but i feel like i was destined to be the kind, slightly off-putting maintenance man in a haunted apartment building that says cryptic things like "don't take the east elevator on a full moon" and "the air conditioning has made that noise since the fire in 12B"

Most fav book cliche:

yea there's only one bed and ill eat it up every single time!!! also: "i didnt know where else to go" or basically any overdone romance trope you can think of. im here for it

Least favorite cliche:

if there's a cliche that i dont like, i havent found it yet

Favorite scene to write?

confession scenes of any kind! scenes where the big tough character breaks down. any kind of emotional revelation, positive or negative

Reason for writing?

words in head, need words out of head ok ok fine, serious answer. i feel like writing is both asking and answering the question, "have you felt like this before? has anyone ever felt like this before? am i alone?" and it's proof that you're not the first and only person to ever experience the things you're experiencing. even this made up guy in this pretend world understands rage and despair and joy and grief and love. the source is different but the result is the same. human connection, man. love it and! it's fun. im having fun

tag!!

@knightinbatteredarmor @friendlesscat @tildeathiwillwrite @glassonthewall @illarian-rambling

@mysticstarlightduck @dyrewrites @sarandipitywrites @oliolioxenfreewrites @xenascribbles

[the-s1lly-corner]

"Run, Don't worry about me!" (Gangle, Ragatha, Pomni, Kinger)

i dont usually use prompt generators.... but oh boy this angst one is making my brain COOK... anyways this quote was recommended and hooboy it made me think of perhaps there being an abstracted circus member running around and cornering the reader and another character? oooohooohooo

POMNI:

oh she feels so helpless... i mean we know shes already been in this situation, the pilot.. and she ran, and yeah sure she almost didnt come back because of the false exit... but what if she was put in this scenario again, and with someone shes grown close to? i think she would stutter, physically when you tell her to make a run for it.. to go find caine for help.. this is all too familiar... i mean.. sure ultimately ragatha was fine, but she still doesnt know what an abstracted can truly do to someone outside of giving them painful glitches... i think she would try to argue, but you snapping at her to just run.. for YOU is what gets her to bolt.. she feels so terrible, it doesnt matter if the outcome ends in you being safe.. she cant stand the pit in her stomach.. thankfully, though, there are no fake escapes grabbing her attention, at least this time

RAGATHA:

similar to pomni i think she would be torn. on one hand she feels she needs to stick around to make sure you make it out okay, but on the other hand she knows that nothing will be done quickly if both of you end up out of commisision... so reluctantly, she runs and searches for caine. shes bolting as fast as she can, i like to think she holds the skirt of her dress up while she runs.. if she could, she would scream until her throat goes hoarse... and who knows maybe even in the digital world she can do that.. i dont think she would crack under the pressure though, really the only thing keeping her from doing so is the fact that you are waiting behind for her to come back with caine... on top of hat what if the abstracted left after beating on you? what if someone else got hurt? she would feel responsible for not being fast enough...

KINGER:

he would outright refuse to leave your side... or maybe he would run off as his instincts scream at him to vacate the area and he doesnt even register that you had told him to run... likely, he would have grabbed onto you in an attempt to drag you with him, to keep you out of harms away.. but when he looks down, he only finds one of his hands. as dark and comical as it is, the curse of having no arms finally shows its consequences... i think he would run back to you, subsequently leaving him getting attacked as well, his crumpled and glitching form left on the ground a few feet from yours... but youre still KICKING youre still alive... can one die or abstract from being attacked by someone whos already abstracted? hes not... actually sure.. his head is pounding with so much pain that he cant think straight.. definitely going to need a third party to get help for you two

GANGLE:

another one where a third party is going to need to come to send help, not because gangle listened to you and chickened out on getting help... or insisting to stay with you.. regardless, i dont think gangle would be able to outrun the monster before it strikes her down. your attempt to keep her save was in vain. imagine how much worse it would be if her sprinting to escape to find caine caught the abstracted's attention, and it immediately smashes her down in a crumpled flickering pile on the ground... with you, still unscathed forced to watch... you tried to keep her safe, planning to take the blow yourself but it blew up in your face... generally not a good feeling and your split second a shock and guilt probably costs you your own escape

[toxycodone]

i understand its all joaks and its lighthearted out of love for this character but it is a little sad to see things like laios being a minimum wage worker and having no friends being described as him being a loser when theyre extremely common autistic experiences 💔 because to be honest i think youre really cool and a great writer and i would like to interact more but it makes me go, is that what you would think of me? my life situation’s not too different from that. anyways i hope you have a nice day <3

no not at all I genuinely like being mean to Laios so take everything I say about him with the world's biggest effing grain of salt because I am just. mean to him in particular lol. i like to kick him when he's down. (evil and mean but to blonde men in particular)

but like. i am not cool at all. like...........ill put it under the cut but yeah.

real shit under the cut bc this ask is making me think! im gonna be real w u nonnie

tl:dr if u dont wanna see whats under the cut:

this ask kinda makes me think bc. i think im really mean to laios too bc he reminds me of myself beforehand (zero self confidence and suicidal idealization) sigh and I really hate being reminded of that. so. again. im really biased when it comes to him specifically and that doesn't apply to you or any of my followers.

and for what its worth i am sorry for making you feel that way.

but also. i gotta say I can 100% relate to him and you. this time last year I was working at Starbucks ( i could only tolerate 4 hour shifts bc i would get overstimulated and my coworkers lowkey hated me.) and had like. 1 friend from high school and the years before that I spent turbo online being constantly pushed out of friend groups bc i could NEVER get anything right socially. I swear the first 23 years of my life I never lived. i went thru hs and college as a fucking. like. creature I felt like i couldnt connect w anyone because I was too tormented by adhd + autism and i was INSANELY depressed and coping w lack of control by having an eating disorder and being doped the fuck up on stimulants. (MY PCP gave me 56 mg of concerta and 5mg booster of adderall i was fucking tweaking on the daily </3)

but like. i started going to therapy and a psychiatrist who made me quit cold turkey for my own good and we started treating my depression and debilitating anxiety (i was convinced a stranger was living in my house in secret but also that everyone in public who saw me was revolted by me and genuinely wanted me to kill myself jkdhsfskdjh i told you i was tweaking)

anyways. i was a druggie with no goal in life and living in my own head and now like. i can look at myself in the mirror and not think "hey. this fat ugly piece of shit should genuinely die" and now people in real life LIKE me. I have friends. multiple friend groups, actually. WITH NOT JUST ND PEOPLE. LIKE, A LOT OF THEM ARE NEUROTYPICAL. And i am very open about being autistic with them and i dont have to mask.

and they still like me! and invite me places! and genuinely want to hang out with me! and they think im smart and get uncomfortable when I say im stupid or too autistic to like. be able to be in public.

it still feels like a dream and in my mind im like "they actually are gonna drop you and make fun of you for thinking they were ever your friends" or like "theyre just doing this bc of the stupid buddy system shit or they think you're a pet this is highschool all over again"

but even tho im haunted by this. its....I can say with confidence its not true.

anyways. i know people say this shit all the time but I will say you are very capable of love and not a loser or anything like that. the thing you're missing out on is the right people. i didnt believe this for most of my life and tried to get myself killed because of it but im glad I didn't because it is genuinely true.

i have spent the last <1 year of my life genuinely being alive. and i wouldn't trade it for anything. idk if thats a sign for anyone yeah. take it

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Daryl Dixon x she/her!reader

spoilers: set in season 3

Right Person, Right Time

It all seemed to pass by so quickly. You were sitting with Lori, holding her as she sobbed on her bed while Shane threw her clothes into some bags. In the blink of an eye, you, Shane, Lori and Carl were on the road together, stuck in a line of traffic that would last longer than some people’s lives. It took the world to end for you to spend more than five minutes in Shane’s presence, Lori and Rick had kept you and Shane apart since high school, and for good reason - you had an instinctual disliking to each other for reasons that you couldnt name because you didnt know each other well enough. But sitting in that car for hours told you exactly what you had always suspected: he was nothing more than an egotistical toe of a man that thought he was sex on legs. Even back then, you saw Lori leaning on the only man she had left in her life, or at least that’s what she thought. As if the situation couldnt get any worse, the family you befriended, Carol and Sophia, had another asshole of a man with them, too.

Once you all found the camp, you watched in horror as Shane assumed the role of leader. Someone like him should never be in charge. When Lori and Shane would go off together, and you stayed back at the camp hanging out with Carl, those were the moments you missed Rick most. He and Lori had been your best friends, you were the one that set them up in high school, and you couldnt believe he was gone.

With everyone new that joined the camp, you had more distractions from Shane, and your personal favourite distraction, from the moment you laid eyes on him, was none other than Daryl Dixon. Him and his brother arrived at the camp during one of the countless arguments between you and Shane that ended in you giving him a piece of your mind.

“None of these people will say shit to you ‘cause you’ve scared them into thinking you’re some kind of leader, like you’ll kick them out if they dare defy you! Guess what, gumdrop?” You crossed your arms and tilted your head to the side. “I will never fucking stop telling you how it is, or calling you out for being a fucking asshole, because that’s exactly what you are!” You started taking slow steps towards Shane as you continued, not caring how loud you were being. “You can threaten me, you could beat me to the fucking ground, and I would get right back up to spit right in your smug face! I dont need to be physically stronger than you to put you in your place, so read the fucking room and dont test me.” By the time you finished your rant, you were mere centimetres apart from the ticking time bomb known more commonly as Shane.

You didnt even give him the chance to talk, you stormed off into the woods, straight past the new arrivals.

“Well, this is gonna be fun!” The older brother laughed, while the younger brother stared off after you.

It wasnt until you had cooled off and returned to the camp that you truly noticed Daryl. You happened to glance at him a couple of seconds before Carl ran up to you, and you crouched down to hug him, apologising for running off and worrying him. Carl ran back to Lori when she called him for dinner, and then you turned your attention to the new face.

“Hey, sorry you had to see my outburst earlier. I promise Im not always on a rampage.” You chuckled lightly, feeling a little awkward.

Daryl shook his head at you. “Don’ worry, yer good.”

You smiled at him gratefully. “Thanks. My name’s (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you...?”

“Daryl.” He answered.

“It’s nice to meet you, Daryl. I hope we get the chance to talk more.” Your smile widened when you noticed the corner of his mouth beginning to curl into the smallest smile of his own.

“Same t’ you.”

The two of you didnt talk much, but the way he viewed you was different to how he viewed the rest of the people at the camp, purely because of who he saw you were the second he saw you. There was so much fire, strength, and power in you, but when you calmed down you were kind and welcoming, which was more than could be said for the rest of the people there. Then again, Merle didnt exactly make it easy for Daryl to make friends.

Rick’s arrival broke you, it really did. When he broke free from hugging his sobbing wife and son, he laughed with tears in his eyes at the sight of you.

“Of course you’re here!” Rick chuckled in disbelief, pulling you into a hug and kissing the top of your head.

“Even the end of the world wont stop me sticking around to piss you off!” You cheered, wiping away your own tears.

It was an awkward situation, the whole camp was confused by Lori and Rick, considering they all assumed Lori and Shane were together. Nobody felt the way you did though, the anger, the disappointment - and when Lori came to you and made you promise not to tell Rick until she spoke to him about it - the guilt. But, you agreed, wanting to respect her and her business, her marriage. You couldnt understand why she did what she did, because you werent her, and you had voiced your disapproval of her antics with Shane since the start, but Lori was stubborn and devastated.

Things were so hectic in that area of your life, you didnt really have time to focus on anything else. You just took care of Carl, gave Shane endless shit, kept Lori’s secret and enjoyed being in the company of your best friends again. But when Rick revealed the way in which they’d left Merle handcuffed to a roof, you were the only one that stood up to defend Daryl’s anger.

“Rick, this was a shitty thing to do. We all know Merle can be an asshole, but he’s a human being! You wouldnt even leave an animal to die like that! If you wont go back and get him, I’ll go with Daryl myself.”

Daryl stared at you in shock, the two of you hadnt had more than short conversations in passing since meeting each other, and yet you were kind enough to stick up for him, for what was right. That was what solidified his trust in you.

As soon as the group settled on the farm, you noticed the changes in Lori. She didnt want to admit it to you, but you guessed outright that she was pregnant, and she never could lie to you. That also meant she couldnt lie about who she thought the father was, she honestly didnt know. That almost made you snap, you were so close to going right up to Rick and telling him everything, but you found yourself marching over to where the crossbowman was standing all by himself, staring out at the farm. Daryl heard you huffing and turned to greet you, but seeing your pissed off state, he stayed quiet. You paced in front of him, running your hands through your hair as hot tears stung your eyes. It was only when they broke free that Daryl couldnt fight the urge to speak up.

“Wha’s goin’ on?”

You took a deep breath and stopped walking. “I’ve promised to keep this is a secret, but they’re my best fucking friends, Daryl. How could she do this? Im the only one that knows and I cant do or say anything about it, I just have to support her because she’s gotten herself into this mess and now she’s stuck in it, and Im stuck with her! I have to keep it a secret for her, but she’s made it so much worse!”

Daryl frowned at you, trying to see if he could figure out what you were referring to by the little you were revealing.

“This is going to ruin Rick.” You shook your head, more tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Hey, Rick can handle himself, it aint right fer you to worry yerself like this.” Daryl spoke softer than you’d ever heard him speak to anyone else. You looked at him, an utterly devastated and hopeless expression on your face, and he kept talking. “Ya cant tell me, I get it, I wont make ya. But whatever’s goin’ on, the people involved will work it out. Sucks to be sat on the sidelines, but ya gotta let them do whatever they gotta do.”

You nodded slowly, unable to believe how the man who said so little had just said something so...right. “Thank you, Daryl.”

He shrugged you off. “‘s nothin’.”

You smiled at him. “Nothing you say is ever just ‘nothing’, and you should never think of it as that.”

Your words hit Daryl hard, he still felt the impact of them long after you’d walked away, his eyes following you until you disappeared into your tent.

Daryl kept his eye on you after that. He’d always watched out for you, noticed how you’d risked your life for Carl and Sophia by acting as a human shield. But upon watching closer after your conversation with him, Daryl saw you treating Lori a little differently, like she was more fragile all of a sudden. It was a very subtle change that nobody else seemed to pick up from. Whenever Rick was around, you didnt feel the need to, because he was there to protect Lori, but you took that role the moment he was a few feet away. It didnt take long for Daryl to figure things out, but he didnt confront you with what hew knew, because it’d only stress you out more, so he kept Lori’s secret too.

More than once, you found yourself wrapping a blanket around yourself and wandering over to Daryl’s camp at night, just to sit and talk with him. Sometimes not even talk. The company was enough, the separation from the stressful situation that overwhelmed you in the main camp. You always made the effort to bring Daryl a helping of whatever meal was prepared, even if he’d hunted something himself and was skinning it when you got there. He tried to refuse a couple of times, but gave up when he realised how stubborn you were.

By the time the farm fell, Lori’s secret was common knowledge. It was Daryl who rescued you, along with Carol, driving with the two of you awkwardly squashed on the back of his bike. That time spent on the road was rough, food was short, and anytime you did get food, Daryl would catch you giving at least half of your rations to Lori. And every time you did, Daryl would gesture for you to come and sit by him, only for him to offer you some of his own rations.

“Yer not gonna be no good to anyone if ya get sick.” He would tell you, and you would sigh and give in, not wanting to worry him.

Taking care of Lori made you discard the mere thought of caring for yourself, but Daryl made sure to do his best to make up for that.

The sight of the prison was enough to reduce you to happy, hopeful tears. You beamed at Daryl, sprinting into the main prison field at Rick’s side to take out as many walkers as you could. That night, Lori followed Rick in an attempt to patch up the areas of the relationship that she had ruined. Things had only gotten worse for them, what with Rick killing Shane in an act of self defence, and Lori being angry at Rick for that despite her trying to stir up a conflict between the two ever since he’d come back. You didnt agree with the way she’d handled any aspect of her relationship, but without Rick, and without Shane, you were all she had, the only form of love she could get that wouldnt feel forced by the friends around her. You watched her walk over to Rick, frowning subconsciously at them in immediate worry, until your eyes were pulled away. Opposite you, through the flames, Daryl sat, looking at you. When you looked back at him, he tilted his nose up at you, his way of asking you if you were alright, and you offered him a bright smile. Daryl couldnt resist letting his own smile slip out, and that time it wasnt as shy.

Your world came crashing down when a very bloody Maggie walked out of the prison holding a baby, beside a cold, distant looking Carl. Instincts took over, and you approached Maggie, opening your arms for her to pass you the baby so that Maggie could get the comfort she needed from Glenn. You held the baby close, crying silently, your tears rolling down your face onto the baby’s head as you quietly shushed her, rocking her in your arms as your best friend’s blood soaked through your shirt. Daryl gingerly approached you, the shock of the situation made him even less sure of what to do to help you feel better, but when you leant into his chest, he wrapped his arms around you and baby Judith.

Though one of your best friends was gone and your other best friend was absent in his grief, you had no time to let yourself feel either of their pain. There was a baby that needed to be cared for, and you would be damned if you let yourself slip and let her feel even more alone. Lori would never forgive you if you left her baby when Rick wasnt there. So, for the first small portion of Judith’s life, she lived in your arms. She slept in a cardboard box crib in your cell, so that anytime she woke up in the night, you were right there to console her. Every night, to help Judith get to sleep, you would walk her around the cellblock and sing to her. It was always the same song, and you always ended up singing to her when the two of you reached the perch.

“There’s a world where I can go and tell my secrets to-“ You smiled down at her lovingly. “-in my room, in my room. Now it’s dark and Im alone but I wont be afraid, in my room, in my room.” You placed a light kiss on her forehead as her eyes drifted closed.

In the midst of everything, Carl was struggling a lot more than he let on, and although you had been his cool aunt and close friend since he was born, he even fought to tell you anything. So you stopped trying to get him to, and instead you used actions. You’d deliberately walk by his cell with Judith every night, and if Carl wasnt asleep, you’d gesture for him to come with you, and he’d walk with you in silence as you sang. The walk would end back at his cell, where you’d tuck him into bed and kiss his forehead without a word. Carl didnt like to be referred to as a kid, so you tried your best not to make him feel like one, and you found that without verbalising things, it was easier for him to accept comfort.

As well as not being able to think about yourself, it often escaped your mind that Daryl was up in the perch most nights. The first few nights that he heard you sing, he would just sit and listen, sometimes even shed a tear or two because your voice always sounded so sad. After those first few nights, Judith and Carl werent the only ones you were singing to sleep with that song.

One day, out of the blue, he accidentally revealed that he heard overheard your singing because he was so curious as to where you got that song from.

“Wha’s the song ya sing to ‘er?” Daryl asked, and you smiled at him bashfully, blushing at the thought of him hearing you.

“It’s from Happy Feet, this animated movie about penguins, it was one of my all time favourites. Has a real good message about being yourself, finding yourself no matter how much the world throws at you, no matter how alone you feel. People will always find you again, people will love you for you. Even though the song doesnt say all that, I like to think that it’ll help her, somehow.” Your eyes glazed over with something sad, and you shook your head and walked away before Daryl could say anything else.

Once Rick returned, the weight of being an adoptive parent was somewhat lifted, and you finally allowed yourself to feel what you had lost. Daryl would often find you crying in your cell, and he would sit down beside you, not saying anything, just letting you cry on his shoulder for as long as you needed to. For a while, there were no words you could find that would express what you were feeling, the pain was silent and haunting, and so you cried.

Daryl wanders by your cell after lunch, listening carefully to see if he can hear you crying, and when he doesnt, he calls your name quietly to see if you’re in there. He gets no reply, and frowns to himself, immediately setting out on a one-man-search for you. After lunch, you always went to your cell to relax or cry by yourself for a little while before going back to work, you not being in there means something has changed. Daryl steps outside the prison and breathes a sigh of relief when he sees you in the field, sitting in the grass. Stepping through the gate, he realises where you’re sitting, and as he slowly walks closer, he understands why.

“...I really hope you can see her, she’s so beautiful. She has your eyes. I’ll take care of her, I promise.”

You nod to yourself, sniffle, wipe your eyes and stand to your feet. Turning around, you jump out of your skin, not expecting someone to be behind you.

“O-Oh, hey Daryl!” You greet him, smiling in surprise.

“Ya talkin’ to Lori?” Daryl asks gruffly, and you nod sadly, but dont say anything.

You somewhat expect Daryl to say something slightly rude without meaning to, it doesnt sound like something he’d agree with doing.

But he surprises you again, in an entirely different way.

“Bet she’s up there smilin’-“ Daryl looks up to the blue sky. “-aint nobody gonna protect that baby like us.” He meets your eyes again. “Yer doin’ a great thing, carin’ for little ass kicker.”

You laugh lightly at his nickname for Judith, your heart swelling at his words. “Thank you so much, Daryl. You’re really good with her, too.”

Daryl shrugs off your compliment, and the two of you stand in somewhat awkward silence for maybe half a minute, until Daryl asks you something you definitely werent expecting. “Kids sum’ ya want in yer future?”

Your eyes widen at his question, and you can see he’s about to retract it based on your reaction, so your expression softens. “Ever since I was little I’ve always wanted to be a mother, it would be a dream come true.”

Daryl nods. “I think ya’d be good at it.”

You chuckle. “Gotta find a man willing to settle down with the likes of me first!”

Daryl scoffs at that. “Ain’ hard, any guy would be lucky t’ end up with ya.”

You blush, looking down to hide your cheeks behind your hair as you try to divert his attention away from you. “Do you want kids someday, Daryl?”

He bites his thumb anxiously, shrugging. “Dunno...”

You stare at him with kind eyes, remembering the heartbreaking revelations he’s made to you about his childhood. “You’re not your dad, you would outdo him in every possible area of fatherhood, and that’s a fact. Dont let those fears get in the way of some kid having the coolest dad ever.”

Daryl shrugs. “Like ya said, gotta fin’ a girl willin’ t’ settle down with the likes o’ me first.”

You grin at him. “When you find a girl you want, let me know and I’ll be the world’s greatest wingman, ‘cause whoever she is, she needs to know she’s the luckiest girl in the world to have your attention.”

Daryl tilts his nose up at you, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. “Same t’ you when you fin’ a guy.”

You sigh, shaking your head and glancing around the field. “I’ve had my heart set on one guy for so long, if I was going to find someone else I think my heart would’ve given up on him by now, but it just wont quit. Think Im stuck!” You laugh at yourself in embarrassment, and Daryl scowls.

“Who? I’ll beat his ass if he cant see wha’s good for ‘im.”

Your suddenly shy gaze meets his. “Not sure it’s quite possible for you to beat your own ass, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

The confession finally takes centre stage, the words that have been waiting in the wings for the right time to escape you. They hang in the air, floating around Daryl much like the butterflies in his stomach.

“…Yer sure?” His voice is gruffer than usual, maybe even hoarse.

“Have been since the start, dont think it’s gonna change anytime soon.” You smile lamely, staring down at your shoes.

“Why didnt ya say nothin’?” Daryl asks gently.

You shrug, huffing slightly. “What would be the point? There’s no way someone as wonderful as you could think of me as anything more than a friend.”

Daryl doesnt take a second to think about his reply. “Says who?”

You roll your eyes at him playfully. “The laws of romance.”

“Screw them!” Daryl barks.

“Daryl...” You sigh, and he frowns at you.

“Do ya wan’ me to admit ma feelin’s or not?!”

You nod, avoiding his eyes as they burn into you. “Yeah, I just dont want you to feel pressured to, I feel like I’ve put you on the spot and this is a lot and-“

Daryl curs you off. “Had a while to think about all this, aint nobody else crossin’ my mind, ya don’ even cross it no more, yer there all the damn time.”

You burst out laughing at that, and Daryl cant help laughing with you, the tension that was building now evaporating into the air.

“So, you wanna become the world’s best parents together someday?” You raise an eyebrow at him teasingly.

Your question definitely stuns Daryl, he takes several seconds to recover and find an answer. “If i’s with you, sure.”

You grin. “Damn, we arent even dating and we’re already discussing having kids.”

He walks closer to you with a smile on his face. “One step at a time.”

You beam at him. “Baby steps?”

Daryl scoffs. “Stop.”

You giggle, taking ahold of his hand as the two of you turn to walk back into the prison. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop.”

Daryl feels giddy, something he hasnt felt in a long time, a feeling he’d completely forgotten even existed. Your fingers intertwined with his, your words locked away safely in his heart for him to relive as many times as he possibly can. Nothing can be better than this, he thinks to himself. At least, he thinks that until you say something else.

“You got space up on that perch?”

[the-whispers-of-death]

im a sucker for all the tropes ever so. may i present uhh. one of those things where a character gets sent to a different world. yeah. putting my dearly beloved criminal!stone trough all the situations ever

imagine that reader is just your average joe. a 9to5 job, living alone, that sorta deal. biggest crime he's ever commited is crossing a red light or not paid for a bus fare, yknow, that sorta thing

maybe a regular job. warehouse manager, cashier, mechanic. that sorta thing.

maybe hes just gotten off his shift. probably did overtime. definetly takes a shortcut trough an alley.

absolutely does not expect to hear running footsteps and to get yanked backwards and turned around to face criminal!stone

WhoTheFuck and WhatTheFuck

maybe stone's internally freaking out. what IS this place, the streets dont look like that!! where's his boss??? the street names are the same but. theyre clean. safe. what??? not a thug in sight

what if he spotted reader from a far and sprints his way. too much distance! what if something happens? but the distance means he cant see that not a single scar is on his body. that he doesnt even have a gun. not even a knife! maybe he was 100% convinced this was his boss but. nope. just a look-a-like

maybe as hes processing this, stone freezes up for a second. a second too long as hes getting shoved back.. thats... thats not what his dearly beloved would do to him. did he do something?! wait- why is his love running away?!

reader is probably scared shitless. a strange man who knew my name and was grabbing me at night would 100% scare me, at least. even more so if he gave chase.

what if criminal!stone can never find a way to return back to mafia!reader tho.. hm now thats the real question.

i mean his options are either try to slowly gain readers trust.. i mean, they have the same face and very similar mannerisms so that MUST be them, right?? ... just ignore how he broke into their apartment to sleep on the couch. ("i didnt know where else to go"). guard dog acquired...? ... and a guard dog means a dog that can be also slowly eased into relaxation, into accepting safety and peace. also a trope i deeply enjoy ;)

or. well. gun emoji to the head. i guess. i mean he has to know this isnt HIS love. and whats the point of it all if he abandoned his boss, intentionally or not? and with no way in sight to get back home.. welp. goodbye cruel world moment right there

anyways my fingers are numb ive been typing for 30min and holding my phone really weird

~ rusty

Criminal!Stone: He's not my love, not exactly. But I can't just abandon him.

He's just like, it's kinda my love. They share the same DNA and thus, Criminal!Stone thinks he has to protect you like the beloved he unintentionally left in his own universe.

He does in fact sleep on your couch, you can't kick him out. He'll just come back every time. He'll gain your trust.

But I like to think Criminal!Stone ends up back in his original universe and you (the same mafia boss as always) wake up to him clinging to you. And he's convinced it was just a dream. A nightmare, if you will.

He follows you around for weeks, not wanting to wake up again in a universe where you two aren't together. No, no. You'll stay his beloved, here in this universe. He won't allow you to be separated again.

As for how he got back into his own universe, well, I've already kinda established that Serial Killer!Stone can travel between universes and he regularly does so to ensure his other Stone variants are happy and safe. So he probably saw Criminal!Stone out of his own universe and was like "Alright, I guess I'll help you get back home."

[semi-imaginary-place]

guess I'm on weekly release now. ep 40 that must have been the most confusing battle for megumi. getting his ass kicking planning to get hit just so he can get another hit in and then his opponent stabs himself through the head. i was not expecting this much characterization from jogo. like usually you can tell which characters are going to be important based on how "cool" the mangaka makes their visual design and jogo looks like a normal flunky but he has a fully fleshed out character. sukuna and jogo are having a naruto style heart to heart wtf.

ah i wanna watching gojo go feral again what ep was that... ep 33 huh was it that far back? guess this whole arc is more about the fallout of gojo being sealed. damn yeah who animated that cut with the arm. the animation for this series really is top notch all around but especially the fights, i think jjk has cemented it's place as best animated fights i in any anime i have ever seen. satoru-chan is so manically happy to be fighting. wow this episode feels so much longer than it actually is.

41: well at least sukuna is having fun. and he took an interest in megumi, this can't end well for megumi.

I wonder why the author made jujutsu high be 4 years. for even 1st years its essentially on job training with them already being put to work. I do wonder how much schooling they're actually getting. and then narratively at this point there aren't even 3rd years and when i checked the wiki 4th year characters dont exist. and then with nanami leaving, originally i thought he then went to college but he's a lot younger than i initially though and most office jobs want more than highschool. so does jjk give you a university degree at the end? i know japan has 4 year universities but do they do 2 year associate degrees? just an all round weird decision.

i started out curious why people were mad about the sukuna fight and now im reading the manga i guess

yuuji: I don't need purpose i'm going to be a cog in the machine

huh itadori is actually choso's brother. huh. but the whole thing with the cursed womb fetuses was that they were never born. i dont know what is going on here. and why didn't choso recognize the stitches earlier. if brain dude is swapping bodies then the genetic material like gametes should be changing or is the implication that yuuji is also made from cursed energy/weird human experimentation. ... panda's right yuji really is attracting older brothers.

*squints* is that kazakstan????? when did kazakstan become a world superpower???? idk if its the translation but im having trouble understanding. kenjaku changed people into being more suitable vessals and to give non sorcerers cursed techniques? because that's not what the text says. then was does the remote activation do? and why did he need mahito's technique? it wasn't garunteed he'd be able to absorb mahito. i cant make sense of this.

poor megumi just got dragged headfirst into clan politics.

does the culling game apply to all cursed technique users or just ones brain dude implanted?

145: instrumentality??????? instrumentality. -_-

maki's new design is goated, love the sleeves. i like her more i hope she pisses off more men. i also finally noticed that meimei isn't wearing a dress, it's a tricked out onsie. i love that design

152. suguru was too pure hearted. see you can totally get away with mass murder you just need to play the politics game.

alright my curiosity is sated. not like i was watching jjk for the plot anyways.

powered by children lol. madoka level harvest negative emotion energy as a renewable fuel source.

i think i get why people were saying the zenin clan is kinda incest-y

huh is gege trying to say gojo taught sukuna about love.

so sukuna just ate his own mumified corpse's head, im getting that right?

Saw someone compare gojo to achilles (so geto would be patroclus?) And im mad i didnt think of that first

[laffy-taffy-creations]

HAPPY BELATED DAY 9 PEOPLE!!!!

This fic was cross-posted on AO3 here

Fucking Up Royally

Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | "You're a liar"

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Taglist: @athenswrites @lili-loves-whump

Words: 1,646

Warnings: fighting, and an incredibly annoying character

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Just a simple support course student. That’s what I was. That’s all I was.

At least, that was what I was meant to be.

The lab was almost empty, at least half the students had left school in favour of safety because of the villain attack while the rest that were still here were at their classes, albeit in something of a lockdown while the heroes and hero courses dealt with the villains.

When the shaking almost caused me to hit an extremely delicate part of the support item I was working on, I’d had enough.

I pushed away from where I’d been working with an angry sigh, I couldn’t just go in there angry, I had to be calm. Collected. Calm. Collected.

“You gonna go help the heroes?” Mei asked, wiping her hands of grease. She’d either just finished her current project or was about to switch projects.

“Well clearly that cant deal with whoever it is on their own,” I grumbled out.

She gave a small giggle. “Fuck em up, your grace.” She put her goggles back on and continued working on whatever it was.

I surveyed the counter area I was currently taking up, making sure there were no loose parts strewn about before leaving. I didnt know where the battle was happening, but I didnt need to know.

Mostly because once I reached one of the lowers levels, that battle reached me, one of the students crashed through the wall. I heard the laughing of a villain from the other side, and it sounded like AFO.

Oh it is so fucking on.

I checked for any major injuries or health concerns before leaving whichever of the hero students it was where they were.

A battle was raging, and the heroes were clearly losing. Obviously, that was a major fucking issue. Stepping through where the wall had broken, AFO was there but no one was trying to fight him.

“Well, is one of you gonna punch him?” I shouted at the heroes standing around, just looking at him, refusing to make a move. Several of them looked at me like I just said the dumbest thing on planet earth. “Fine then, I’ll do it.”

I charged at him. He had a lot more speed than he should have, but unluckily for him, I had more.

I missed my punch, but he had dodged away from it and directly in line with where my leg just so happened to be waiting so it could kick him in the back. It could not have been more obvious he didnt expect that.

While he doubled over, I kneed him in the chest and planted a foot on his throat, pinning him down pretty effectively. At least I let him breathe.

He laughed at me despite being in the disadvantage. “Who do you think you are, Clover Morgan?” he mocked.

I could tell he was trying to steal my quirk but had given up after thinking I didnt have any. Too bad he couldn’t tell I’d put up blockers around his quirk.

I drew and pressed the trigger on the item that expanded into my sword and took off my mask, tapping it and turning it into my crown. “That’s Princess Clover Morgan to you,” I growled, pointing the sword at him.

I put the crown on my head and tilted his chin up with my blade. “Now, would you care to tell me just what you thought you were doing?” I asked, making sure that my faux kindness in my voice could be seen through with the visible anger on my face.

I switched sword hands and elbowed the person sneaking up behind me, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Intimidation tactics could go both ways.

The falling of his face told me he didnt expect it to actually be me. The Princess Clover Donovan Morgan, heir to the throne of France, on many measures the most powerful person on the planter despite being a teen. The one person in the world with multiple quirks. The one person in the world with Reality Bending.

“I- I-... uhm- uh-” he stuttered out.

My scowl grew. I stabbed my sword through the floor next to his head and moved my foot up, tilting his head up to meet my gaze as I leered over him. “Not sufficient enough.”

My grip on my sword tightened, and sparks emerged all across the room, channeling my power into the surroundings through it. He truly was an idiot.

I couldn’t explain it, the room around us changed, first there was a form of blue electricity shocking every last one of the villains and their weird experiment creatures. Then void, pure darkness stretching across, a place between realities, perhaps an entirely new one, ending off with more electricity going through the entire room, but this time much much different, being entirely comprised of a rainbow of colors and pastels. The colors whizzed around me, in a sort of tornado.

He would never forget this lesson.

Not now, not ever. I would make sure of that.

With one last burst of energy, I teleported both of us out of the room, leaving my sword stuck in the ground for later. For now, I put him in a cell. One of the power blocking ones in a nearby hero agency. With a sigh of relief, however temporary it may be, I switched my crown back to my mask and put it on, feeling more like me again.

I didnt exactly like using my power like that. My authoritative power, anyway.

I teleported myself back to UA, going back to the weapons lab, finally able to build in peace.

Mei looked over at me expectantly when I walked in. “Dont worry, I did, in fact, fuck them up,” I said sitting down at my station. I caught a glimpse of a smirk while I got my materials back out.

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I finally finished S’s new support item. I pushed off from my workstation and breathed a sigh of relief. All in a day’s work.

“Hey, you ready to go? I’m hungry,” Mei smiled at me from the door having already finished what she was working on and cleaned up her area.

I nodded. “Let me put some of my stuff away and we can go.” I put everything back in its place as quickly as I could before joining her. “Oh, right, I have a quick pitstop to make first,” I said, leading us down to where the battle had taken place earlier. It had only been maybe 30 minutes to an hour.

Which was part of why it was surprising that there were still people there.

I stepped through the same hole in the wall that I’d used earlier, whoever had gotten thrown through it was probably in the nurse’s office now.

Some of the others waved at me, a few recognized me and either froze up and some even gave sheepish bows. I didnt really pay them much mind. It was weird enough that I was treated as my title every now and then by Mei, even though she was my friend. I didn’t need that trend starting with my friends in the hero course too.

I tried waking towards where I had left my sword while attracting little attention, but that failed.

“Hey! You cant touch that!” someone called at me.

“And why not?” I asked, continuing towards my sword until they physically got in front of me and blocked me.

“Because it’s Princess Clover Morgan’s!”

“I fucking know that.” I tried moving around them. They stepped in front of me again. I sighed, “Look dude, I dont need your help. Back the fuck off, it’s not your sword.”

“So?” he challenged.

Someone else piped up, “Bro you know that sword has a safety mechanism so only the princess can hold it right? You dont need to guard it!”

Thank gods some people had some sense in them.

“Oh,” he said, finally standing down.

“Yeah.” I walked forward and grabbed onto my sword, unsheathing it from the ground and twirling it around a bit. “I’m perfectly capable of getting and protecting my own damn sword, thanks.”

His jaw dropped. “Give that to me!”

Obviously he still wasn’t convinced. “Okay, look dude. This is the sword of Clover Morgan-”

“Princess Clover Morgan,” he grumbled.

“...Excuse me? Dont tell me how to refer to my own fucking self! You see this sword? You think I could mess up on my own technology? Here, dont believe me? Why dont you fucking try holding it!”

He was determined to prove a point. And so he foolishly reached out and tried to grab the sword, running into 2 issues. One, it was too heavy for him to hold because of the spell I’d put over it to increase in weight for maximum power and damage when extended into sword form, and two, it was charged with electricity that was more than happy to shock his sorry ass because he wasnt me.

“I’m not fucking discussing this further, I am Clover Morgan, this is my sword, and I dont need you fucking help with it thank you very much.” I twisted the bottom of the grip and it retracted back to the small metal rod of sorts that was the disguised version of it and put it back in my blazer’s pocket.

Performing a mocking curtsy, I marched myself back to where Mei was waiting for me. I really needed some fucking food after that shitshow of an interaction.

“So much for not wanting people to know,” she snorted, walking towards the cafeteria with me.

I groaned.

I didn’t even want to think about how times I’d already dealt with idiots saying ‘you’re lying’ by the end of the day. I almost turned into a villain myself from it.

[thekinkyleopard]

New Guy

Pt. 3 of a mini series

A Remi x Levi Non-canon Fiction

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

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Fluff, Alcohol, Cheating & DV mention

Wow, part 3 already? I’ve decided to actually put some drama and juicy context in this part, seeing as the last two parts were lots of sexual tension. 🥴 Get ready for some fluffy cute shit. @aller-geez Owns Remi and did the preview art!

“Okay I’ve packed my bags, got my shit, chargers…smokes…” Alistar patted himself up and down with flat palms. He looked around as he stood in the doorway with two bloated suitcases. “You swear you’ll be okay with just Remi here? I hate to leave you guys behind but Connie is my emotional support person, and I need her with me when I attend these seminars…” the dragon was solemn in his tone, he raised a hand to brush his fingers tenderly across Levi’s cheek. The leopard nudged back with low effort and reassurance on his face.

“It’s okay, you guys can FaceTime me whenever you’re free, and I’ll actually, MAYBE, have Remi to talk to, instead of being alone when you guys go on these trips,” this wasn’t the first time Al and Connie left to attend NA Seminars, and help various struggling people on the streets. Usually gone months at a time. It was their life’s work and Levi never wanted to dim or step on that shared passion, so, often he would just do his own thing, craft and nest. In the last year he had started an OF for sexual creativity and profit, but mostly for creativity and it was doing alright. His sub price was $25 and he had about 80 subscribers currently? Which was really decent income for him, however, it still wasn’t quite enough when you live in New York.

Connie came quietly walking in with her bags in tow, quickly throwing her arms over her big brother now, Levi returning the affections. They squeezed each other tightly before eventually letting go. “You be good to yourself okay? And take care of yourself,” Levi scolded his little sister, knowing she had a tendency to self neglect when she got overworked. Connie nodded knowingly, but smiling still.

“Alright, Puss, don’t miss us too much,” reaching over to ruffle the white hairs on his boyfriend’s head. Levi huffed and rolled his eyes. Remi, who happened to be walking by in that moment, to grab a glass of water from the kitchen nearby, audibly scoffed. Alistar looked over at Remi before shaking it off and leaning in to kiss Levi, but immediately feeling insecure, due to the leopard turning quickly so that the dragon’s lips would land upon his cheek.

“No kisses for men that don’t listen,” he frowned at Al, who looked at him sadly, like a kicked puppy.

“Why is every other man in the world allowed to give their partner a cute pet name but me?” Standing up straight now, accepting that his partner was going to remain stubborn on this stance.

“I’m not going to do this with you right now, just please have safe travels, take care of yourself and have fun okay?” The leopard swallowed the argument and Alistar seemed to light up at the sincerity in the second half of that sentence, and also at seemingly winning this time. For now. They exchanged a short peck and I love yous, before Connie and Alistar both grabbed up all their things and headed out the front door. The second the door was closed and the coast was clear, Levi sighed loudly with irritation. “UGGGGHHHH!!!” Stomping his feet audibly as he charged into the living room. “WHY?! Why is he so STUBBORN!? And SELFISH?!” He picked up one of the couch pillows and stuffed his face into it, screaming loudly. Remi stood in the threshold between kitchen and living room, slowly drinking his cup of water as he watched his roommate have a break down.

“wHy cAnT i jUsT cAlL yOu….CAUSE I SAID NO!? Cause I’d rather you DIDNT??” He argued with the window, unaware of the wolf’s presence. Remi let out a subtle snort as he couldn’t help but laugh at how the other mocked his own partner.

“Yeah?” He finally said out loud with an amused smirk spread across his face. Levi nearly jumped out of his skin and turned swiftly around to see his roommate standing there, smug as usual.

“Yeah!” Furrowing his eyebrows feeling reassured it was just them now, standing with feet shoulder width apart, hands firmly on his hips. “Who does he think he is???” Clearly still blinded with rage he now thought Remi was apart of this conversation. Might as well be right?

“I couldn’t tell you that, but he certainly thinks he can do whatever he wants to you..which I mean, I guess, to each their own,” trying hard to stay mutual during this awkward conversation he was thrusted into. He knew he should have just gone to his room.

“No, he does fer sure…and I let him, and I don’t know why I do..I think I do it for Connie because that’s her best friend…it would break her heart for her to know how poorly he treats her brother…” he sighed feeling out of angry steam now, he plopped himself down onto the couch. “He preaches a big game about being sober and being a better person but he has this anger….this horrible anger to him..” he muttered gently as he rubbed his own bicep, almost like he was trying to clear away a memory.

“Well, like, I mean yeah I hear him yelling at you sometimes, I don’t know how you really hide that from her…she’s mute not deaf,” the wolf chuckled nervously, trying to cope through this situation with humor.

“No, there’s…there’s this silent rage, it only comes out very rarely when we are alone but…” shaking his head he looked up and made eye contact with Remi now, expression quickly shifting. “No it’s fine, I’m just overwhelmed…he’s a good boyfriend, I’m not sure what I was saying,” Levi then proceeded to muster up the fakest laugh he could to cover up the mess he just made.

“You know, you could just say you changed your mind and don’t wanna talk about it…you don’t have to defend him to protect your privacy,” shrugging his wide shoulders before taking another sip of water. The leopard took that in, and let it register before he spoke again.

“Thanks for listening, Remi….since we got the house to ourselves you wanna play a game or watch a movie?” Trying to cheer himself up a bit by spending time with someone that didn’t make his blood regularly boil.

“I mean….if you’re asking then sure, I could get into either but I’m going to go grab a beer you want a claw?” He asked before already walking back towards the kitchen.

“Yeah sure I’ll take one, surprise me,” Levi replied leaning back to flip through the movies on Netflix. It had been about two weeks since the 3am incident happened and they’ve both done their due diligence to make sure things didn’t become weird in the house. Remi had tried to initiate conversations with Connie, though finding it difficult, and even sometimes finding small ways to communicate with Al. He figured he might as well make it seem a bit more authentic than fixating on one specific taken housemate.

Not long after Levi chose to put on Mean Girls, did Remi return with their cold beverages, handing the leopard a Lime flavored white claw. “Thanks!” Responding cheerfully to his roomie, Remi throwing himself down next to the younger, observing what was being displayed on the screen now.

“No problem, what are we doing?“ asking curiously as he cracked open the IPA, taking a long sip from the bottle. By the time he pulled it from his lips, half of it was already gone. Levi pulled the tab open on his seltzer and took a generous chug.

“Watching Mean Girls..It’s my favorite movie,” wiggling excitedly as he sipped on his beverage. The wolf sighed deeply and shook his head, forcing the rest of his beer down the hatch to prepare himself, placing the empty bottle down on the side table close to him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute enough to get away with that sad little fact,” Levi blushed brightly looking over at his roommate with genuine surprise. Remi raised a thin brow and smirked again “What? It’s just us here, no need to hide it,” opening his arm up to hang along the back of the couch. He wasn’t wrong, there was no point playing coy when just a few weeks ago they were doing rather unspeakable things in this very space, his boyfriend actually in the house too. Feeling confident, Levi slowly slid into the empty spot inside of Remi’s open arm, the wolf smirking at this small action of affection and wrapped the loose arm around the smaller’s shoulders, pulling him in. “You know I don’t see you and Alistar cuddled up on the couch ever,” he noted with a slight tease to the tone of his voice. Levi sighed deeply, pushing closer into the man.

“Yeah, cause he’s a jerk and I don’t want to cuddle with a jerk,” furrowing his brows once again as he huffed trying to focus on the movie ahead, still sipping slowly on his seltzer.

“I’m a jerk, but you’ll cuddle me,” Levi looked up at Remi with those pretty blue eyes and the wolf could feel himself melt internally as his heart skipped a beat.

“You’re actually not a jerk, you’re a fake jerk,” the leopard said with assured confidence.

“Fake jerk?” Remi questioned unsure of what his roommate could mean by that.

“You leave the light on in the hall and on the porch for Connie when you know she’s going to be home late, only I do that but the few times I’ve fallen asleep, you did it for me….Alistar being her best friend has never even considered it…” The raven haired man scoffed and waved his hand dismissively, Levi sat up a bit more, setting his drink on the coffee table to the side.

“What? It’s important to me that my roommate can properly see when she gets home so she doesn’t make a bunch of noise and wake me up, that’s all,” trying to play it cool, but it didn’t seem to convince the other any.

“I have left my food out on the counter so many times since you’ve moved in, something I did regularly and I’d get sad because I’d have to throw it out….but you seemingly noticed this small issue of mine and now every morning after I’ve had left overs, I’ll find them in the fridge ….Alistar has known this fact about me since we started dating, not once has he bothered to save my leftovers from my adhd…” now the younger’s face blushed again, his eyes averting to look at the ground. Remi, blushing himself, as he didn’t think the leopard would have caught onto something so small like that. “And the last 4 times I’ve fallen asleep on the couch? I wake up to a blanket…now my sister is a loving person, but as she’s a snow leopard like myself, she knows we don’t really get cold, Alistar has never in his life bothered me while sleeping…and I’ve fallen asleep on the couch before waking up to no blanket, but then you move in and suddenly, blanket…why?” Looking up at him now. The wolf looked away sharply to avoid the smaller male’s gaze, his cheeks were bright red and he felt like he was under observation.

“Well….you look so cute there sleeping…I just want to make sure you’re comfortable…” his words came out in a low mutter, almost incomprehensible if Levi didn’t have immaculate hearing.

“Point being, fake jerk,” nodding with victorious success before the wolf quickly grabbed a pillow from his side of the couch, whipping it around with force to smush his roommate in the face. “He—mmmppff!” The man was cute off by the force. Remi laughed and retracted the pillow only to start aggressively slapping the leopard around with it. “Hey! Knock it off!” The white haired one giggled playfully as he put his hands up in defense.

“I’m not a fake Jerk! Say it! Say I’m a jerk!” His mouth pulled open in a full toothy grin, Remi beating the pillow over the other’s slim body without reserve.

“Never!!” The cat challenged him holding his arms out to protect his face, the wolf squinted his eyes letting go of the pillow and pulling his hands up in an open grab. Levi’s bright blue eyes opened wide in terror. “No…NO REMI,” started to scramble himself backward on the opposite end of the couch to escape the inevitable.

“Say it…” inching closer with his grabby hands.

“….bite me…” sticking out his tongue now that was quickly followed by a girlish screech the second the wolf lunged toward him and started an assault of tickles. Levi squirmed and laughed, snorting every 4th, internally he felt miserable, he was in so much pain as the laughter boiled over in the base of his stomach. “No!! R-hah! Hahah!! REMI! ST-ahHAHAP” begging mercifully, their bodies tangled as Remi’s fingers danced across the leopard’s sensitive flesh. “PLEASE!” He gasped for air in between assaults. The wolf continued to laugh boisterously, expertly moving from thighs, to pits, to sides, to thighs again. Desperately trying to kick himself free, Levi wrapped his leg once around Remi’s hip and with a sharp twist, Levi pushed them both onto the ground, landing himself on top of the wolf who hit the ground with a thud. The wind almost knocked out of him, Remi gave a breathless chuckle.

“Hey! Cheater!” Teasing the other that currently had the upper hand. Levi wiggled himself back and forth sticking his tongue out again while straddling Remi’s lap. The elder sat up now, eye level with the cheeky leopard. “God…you’re just…” sucking his lower lip in once to swallow the word ‘cute’. Levi raised a brow looking at the man quizzically before suddenly taken by surprise. Remi had pushed every thought aside and without hesitation pressed their lips together, tenderly. The younger was shocked, eyes widened before lidding, and closing. His stomach turned, fluttered and flipped, he felt like there were fireworks going off inside his brain as he leaned in, deepening the kiss.

Desperate to feel, chasing the high that he got from being around Levi, Remi pulled a hand up just enough to gingerly hold the side of the leopard’s head. He felt like the whole room was spinning around him, but he and the smaller stayed still in this moment as their lips clashed and pushed up against each other. Their hearts beating in rhythmic unison as they could taste each other’s breath. The atmosphere around them filled with sounds of soft grunts, whimpers and the slopping of wet mouths. He didn’t want to, but he knew he had to, with light force, Remi pushed them apart, both of them working to catch their breath again. “Whoa..whoa…okay we gotta stop…” the wolf uttered softly, breathlessly against Levi’s plush and swelling lips. The messy haired cat pushed their foreheads together and gently shook his head.

“No…I want more..” his tone almost sad.

“Levi…you have a boyfriend, we can’t…” though trying to be realistic with the situation, it didn’t stop the wolf from rubbing the pad of his thumb just below the leopard saddened left eye.

“He’s a terrible boyfriend, Remi…I don’t want to be with him anymore and I only do it for Connie…you being here has solidified what I’ve always known to be true…he’s not the one for me,” eyes connecting as the leopard spilled his truth.

“Levi…” trying desperately to talk him off a ledge, this was only supposed to be a fun, silly little fling..suddenly the leopard was having a life crisis on him? Though, if he had to be honest with himself, he was like a puppy in a toy store…this man wanted, him? ‘No…he didn’t say that Remi, chill, dude…’ he thought inwardly to himself.

“No, Remi please…at least let me finally get it off my chest…” the wolf could tell he was being serious, not just impulsive and thinking with his dick. There was something Levi clearly has been holding back from the people he lives closely with. The raven haired man nodded gently, never moving as they stayed intimately entangled. “When we first started dating it was….magical…really, we went places, our sex life was consistent and …I mean it was good but…” blushing brightly as he could see Remi’s eyebrows shift to that of slight jealousy mentioning intimacy with Al. Giggling, Levi found jealousy adorable on ‘scary’ men. “I’m sorry, okay, I’ll be brief…it was vanilla. He just doesn’t listen…which is the main issue, we have been together almost two years officially and he has not once retained a single thing I’ve ever said…my favorite movie, my favorite craft, my favorite food….he doesn’t care, Remi, and I thought I could over look that but…then the fighting started…” sighing deeply with utter pain in his heart. “He does this thing, after a really bad argument, he says things like ‘I don’t know why you insist on fighting with me, Levi, you’ll have nothing if I finally can’t deal with your shit,’ “ The way Levi described it, Remi could feel the blood boiling in his skin…’settle down…’

“He gets like post argument anger even after we talk it out…the second he’s alone with his thoughts he comes back and starts passive aggressively berating me, and I have to take it because the few times I’ve tried to defend myself he…..” suddenly he felt like his throat was about to close up. Levi had built this resentment towards his partner for so long without telling a single soul, and now that he was finally getting it out in the open he just felt so vulnerable and exposed. Remi looked at the man with concern in his eyes. The leopard burst into tears, trying to cover his face now, embarrassed to be seen like this by the other. “He chokes me…he tries to suffocate me with his hands, clothes or pillows, he does whatever he can to silence me if I speak up, and I’m too terrified to do ANYTHING about it as he tells me I’m worthless, because….BECAUSE!!” Pausing before the sadness simply gushed out of his soul “I got to have a childhood…and Connie had nothing!! She was taken away from us… and I can’t destroy her version of the one person she calls family…I can’t do it….” He sobbed gently into his hands, trying to desperately clog the water works with the sleeves of his sweater.

Remi furrowed his brows, ‘What?? So that’s what’s been going on?’ He thought deeply to himself as he listened to Levi’s words. “Connie has never seen this behavior??” The wolf questioned with a sudden possessive rage to the tone of his voice. Levi simply shook his head.

“We both try to hide it…he apologizes within a few days because he knows…he knows it’s wrong…that’s why we both don’t let Connie see it…we just pretend, and I just continue to swallow my own happiness…” Remi was no longer able to take hearing the heartbreak and sheer sadness in the cat’s voice. He enveloped Levi in a full hug, arms squeezed tightly around him as the younger buried his face into his strong, forest scented chest.

“Levi…you deserve to be loved properly…” he whispered gently into the other’s ear. “You’re so kind…and funny, and amazingly attractive I mean my god….you shouldn’t stifle everything wonderful about yourself for the sake of your sister…she would be devastated to know you’re being abused like this,” lifting the other’s chin by his index and thumb so they could look at each other again. “Tell me how I can help you….please…” the wolf desperate to take away this man’s pain. Levi was feeling a slew of emotions; sadness, regret, comfort, admiration, defeat…free…his eyes scanned the other’s back and forth while his brain worked to find a solution.

“Just…kiss me again…just like you did, like you mean it..” the leopard’s voice gentle, blue orbs filled with sincerity, and the larger male was of no use against the look in his eyes. With one smooth motion, Remi leaned in again and reunited their soft lips together as one with full passion. Levi pressed himself closer, chest to chest, arms now wrapping loosely around the man’s neck and shoulders in a criss cross position. The wolf snaking his arms tightly around the leopard’s thin waist. Their mouths glided against each other, a clash of tongues and fervor as everything washed away from them. For the first time, and probably the only time, Levi felt safe inside someone’s grasp. Waves of dopamine pulsating through both parties as they carelessly made out on the living room floor, the faint sound of Mean Girls still playing in the background. None of it mattered anymore, as long as this moment in time was permanent. From this moment forward, Levi was going to soak up every minute of these next three months with Remington. It was finally time he allowed himself happiness. After sharing a long, amorous kiss, Remi pulled away gradually, catching his breath again. “You wanna restart the movie?” His voice but a meer whisper.

“Why? We can watching something else…” Levi’s eyes still half lidded as he breathed haggardly.

“I want to watch this movie though,” Remi cocked a half grin as he nuzzled the other’s flushed freckled face.

“Why? You were just clowning on it?” Giggling breathlessly, the leopard nuzzled back.

“Because…it’s your favorite,” the other stated simply, before placing a sweet peck upon the tip of the cat’s nose. Levi’s freckled face turned up into a large, joyful grin at the black haired man’s response.

To be continued…

[hiddenreflections]

Playing god thats all ive known you to do and if you were to be god - what kind of god would you be? Its engraved in every cruelity youve ever done when you felt no one would put you away for it - what you think youve earned, what you think youre entitled to -

you like the confusion in their eyes, you like the confusion in their eyes, a little bit to much for my taste

Playing god messing around with the innocence of others, proudly calling yourself a sexual offender - proudly building your identity around your crimes you feel untouchable when you build your mask and tell everyone your lies, you like it so much, you like it so much, but whyd my words questioning whether maybe youre just ashamed turn you inside out?

Would god get angry like a little child, like you do when you feel mocked disobeyed - when you cant control how it goes, and you think you didnt plan enough to control where it goes - so you break it into pieces to rebuild again youre so proud of manipulating children, youre so proud of manipulating women, youre so proud of fooling the world - you feel like laughing at them for not knowing everything you find true about yourself

Playing god only ever showing your true colors to those you torture, you wanna see their shame and pain - you like it when people have to do what you tell em when they dont wanna do it at any cost, the harder it is for them to obey, the harder you get - you love the fear and the self-disgust you whisper in my ears, you whisper in my ears to tell myself to be so ashamed to ask myself why you did this to me out of anyone -

I try to shake my little head and push you back, but even if I tell myself theres no logic to what youve said, im cornered and im small, your yelling voice echoes in my skull whilst you tower over me and I break, and I break, and I break, I feel you cave in my skull and your voice leak into my brain until I can hear it echo inside like a carbon copy of yourself ingrained into me

Does god only ever feel alive when he sees himself reflected in others? You need your little victims to reassure you that you can have impact and worth,

What kind of god would you choose to be? The cruelity and the sadism, you like it when theyre to young to really understand that sometimes people like to be cruel in the way you are - you like the confusion in their eyes - you like it so much,

when I was just a little child I told you it looks like you just dont know what you want, I told you it looks like youre just trying to fill a void - fill it as violently as you can - but deep inside theres nothing, nothing to you, and I tried my best to take my chance and to figure something out about you that would get my hands free, that would make you be human - you said maybe im right, you said maybe what you really need is for someone to do what you want to destroy themselves for your sake, fully knowing it, instead of being forced and manipulated -

What kind of god would you choose to be? I can feel the blood rushing down from my nose, whilst you ask me if obeying was really that hard

Playing god, telling yourself youre some sort of genius for knowing when to sound like youre kind, and for when to sound cruel if you wanna manipulate a child just right

I refuse to accept, I refuse to accept and you love the pain people are in in when they fight circumstances they cannot help - resistance is futile, you echo it all the time - that it is what it is and theres no changing you and no amount of asking questions is gonna provide me with an answer I like

You tell me when your ex girlfriend killed herself after you tormented her for months it wasnt as satisfying as you thought it would be, that you thought getting to end someones life in this way would give you the kick you seeked, but you felt disatisfied with not knowing how she would have turned out - oh you did not like not knowing what would have become of her -

you said you like to own people and then you like to let them go free and watch, watch, watch how they recover or how they dont - you like to feel so proud of them when they recover and look down on them even further if they dont

I still dont understand what you meant by that, I have never liked you pretending in that way - we all know you want every single victim of yours to die cause we felt it every day

Playing god, you like to see yourself actualized in others, and you like so much to see the flashes of rage fade into despair - you told me most people break real fast, you made it sound like a game, but it was not a game, oh it was not a game -

You said, you look down on the people you hurt - and I wondered if thats how you justify - if you didnt look down at them - if you didnt tell yourself theyre beneath you you couldnt do it, could you? But each time I questioned you like that, and you did not like how I perceived you, why do you have this childlike rage? Theres something so infantile and incomplete about you, and it does not fit with the godlike image youre trying to build. You said you own me, and that I could never enjoy what you do - you need me to hate belonging to you, you need me to want to fight it with all my might and then to lose, then to lose, you liked to whisper in my ears when I fell apart, crying and shivering, cold dissociated so far away, "This is all I wanted to see, this is all I wanted to see. This is all I wanted you to do for me." Youd whisper in my ears and praise me and tell me ive done a good job.

Theres no way to get out of suffering for you, theres no way to find the right words to say, youre a "god" thats never appeased - you hate it when people try to suck up to you - you laughed when I tried to flatter you told me to shut up, shut up, dont try to suck up to me - dont try to, dont try to -

cause all you need, all you need to feel like a god is for people to feel like slaves

you can only feel strong surrounded by weakness, and you can only feel dominant when you know they couldnt even they tried -

What sort of god, what sort of god would you choose to be? Because the sort of power youve taught me, what you taught them is power, id like to cut all these lessons out of me You said im the most pathetic out of em all - because when you offer me a more painless way you tell me all I need to do is to obey, if I want the rape to feel pleasureable - youve given me the day to approach you myself to be good, and obedient and to show you you can be less brutal to me, you can be less sadistic because id do everything you ask me to do,

You said im the most pathetic out of em all - because people like me, people like me they make it harder for themselves, even if offered the painless way, you said people like me they choose to be in pain - you said its my own fault, you said that you remained right if given the choice I wouldnt obey, no I would not obey - I would not approach you and I would not choose the pleasure

you looked down at me, and you could not understand why I would choose to be in pain, you told me I deserve to be treated this way if im choosing to stay in pain -

but I could not, I could make myself desire you I could not make myself obey when you stopped forcing or threatening me, if given a little bit of freedom id instantly decide to stay at a distance from you - but you successfully convinced me that trying not to betray myself Is me making the weaker choice -

I can hear your voice, oh I can hear your voice, still no matter how much I break I just cant make myself I just cant make myself crawl in your arms choose you, and pretend like I enjoy this when I dont

You could give me all the pleasure in the world, I would not want it if its you

My dear god, my dear tryrannt - how blessed am I to have been taught so many lessons of yours truly, it turned me inside out, and im not quite sure -

they looked at you like they understood and we could still not make ourselves make ourselves betray ourselves in this way even though they worshipped you in that way

if you knew how you looked to us that day, and yet -

God is such a subjective thing, its a concept not sheer fact, God, god, god, god of what?

I dont wanna absolve you, I dont wanna lose myself, if im the doll you told me I am, you told me I have no free will, you told me I just do what you want, if im such a doll why if given the choice did I never obey?

You cant teach me to love you in spite of doing nothing but hurt me all the time, You cant teach me to love you at expense of myself, I cant love the one that taught me to be so ashamed of myself

Yet I hated it a little bit less or it wouldnt have turned out that way, why dont you show me what it feels like to be you? I felt the way I twisted and turned, oh no id never love you, id never obey, id never love you at the expense of myself, but you liked this other option too, didnt you?

You liked it when you were not rejected you were not obeyed - but you were mimicked, your cruelity adhered to, seen as what to be like -

Maybe it doesnt matter to you as long as you get to corrupt whats innocent one way or another

Playing god, you tell yourself if enough people believe the lie it becomes the new truth -

I know what that feels like, because you taught me if I dont want to be a victim I need to be who hurts - It feels good to be you, It feels better to be you than to be what you hurt -

I liked it because I never needed to feel confused again when it hurt like hell, because I knew if given the chance id do the same to someone else

Abuse explains abuse it justifies by knowing that godhood and the entire world - yeah it all runs on lies Playing god, what sort of god would you choose to be? And if you believed yourself to be worth anything at all - cause I know the hot sinking shame you feel the one you hand out to anyone you get the power over - what sort of god would you have choosen to be?

Oh I know the shame you feel, I know because you inflicted it on me, Oh I know how good it feels to hurt rather than be hurt, you taught me yourself, you said, either be a prey a predator, be victim or perpetrator - if these are the only choices given - id rather play god than be a slave.

[richardsphere]

Rwby Catchup Slogblog V8E11 

Just 4 more episodes after this one before i’ll be officially Up-to-date and able to decide if the shows overall trajectory is actually headed in a direction that might, one-day-hypothetically allow the characters to have fun again. (current prospects: Unlikely. I mean they went to a fairytail world with a literal country made of cake and didnt have so much as a single bit of fun or whimsy along the way.) So the mantle refugees fled into a mine underground didnt they? Is the river of liquid grimm still coming or did that just spontaneously stop existing after it spewed out a couple-dozen diggy boys? That thing was strangely anticlimactic for being an entire river of evil. ------ Dog boy finally does a betrayal (Winter saves his life by pretending she isnt). It seems that only 1 of the Aces is going to do the betrayal after all. (i was really gunning for Hariet) ------ And Ruby summarises my sentiments on the shows tone perfectly “we are in the same place as yesterday, arguing over nothing as the innocents all die”.  No amount of speeches about how “we must keep hope/there is still hope” can keep me invested in this worlds future when every victory the team has had has been either “bypass an obstacle to reach a destination” or “succeed at preventing an atrocity, only for it not to matter because imediatly have another enemy show up to cause the atrocity anyway”. (eg: Saving Haven didnt actually matter, they dont have any hunters in that place anymore and the amity broadcast just caused a world-wide grimmspike panic so Mistral is no more) ------- Nora calls out the guy whose soul gives him the power to “remove emotions” on how he doesnt like dealing with emotions.  Jaune puts a Do Not Disturb sign on the door on the way out of the room So Nora calls Ren out on how he doesnt need to do things on his own and needs to stick to the team. Then imediatly says “Im going to have to go Solo Nora for a while to find myself” which is a bit odd. Like i get the point but its just a bit. ------ Qrow and Robin point at an elevator (its probably the Traitorsquad) --- Ruby comes to conclusions about the Hound and her Mom. The theory is well founded but the fact the show is open and up front about it implies to me she’s wrong and its somehow worse.  there is a suspicion in my back-of-mind that I might’ve counted the number of seats at Salems table right after all, but that would probably feel terribly contrived as a twist. Yang talks about the importance of hope as a need to keep going. Ruby stresses the reality that hope is nothing but lies disguised as maybe’s. Penny’s awake again, nora does the Part of You speech again. Jaune Boosts her Aura to fight the virus because souls trump the limitations of the physical body in this univere. (betting this wont matter in the long run anyway because she’s going to give into Ironwoods Ultimatum) Ah emerald is doing the Zuko-style “I am trying to give a hopefull speech, but also i cant stop kicking my own ass during it”. I like it Ozpin does a speech. Second mentioning of Alex’s story. Oh no Ruby has a plan to save.help penny, and it involves the vault (and implicitly, the Spear in the vault).  --- Ruby calls James. Watts and Cinder are listening in, Neo is meeting them (the lamp is not visibly on her person. So either she didnt bring it or she can suddenly disguise the lamp when she couldnt before).

[mstrangebird]

the song and the story

so, here, let me introduce you my top song this year based on my spotify wrapped.

i live side by side with this song. this song has witnessed some stages of my life, and with this song i thrive.

i dont remember when the first time i listened to it and how i found it. it just happened, and then suddenly it's been a year, more or less.

but i remember i listened to this song when i was going thru another breakdown. i was desperately searching for comforts, something consoling, telling me i will be doing just fine, which i found here. i noticed the line "i'll fix me again" and i couldnt move. i was absorbed for some time.

later, i searched for the full lyrics on google and this giant search engine on earth only served me a lyric video from the artist's youtube channel, which i needed to pause and copied every word with my own hand to a piece of paper, so i could sing along to it.

"you pull me up from the wallow i've been in, you make me trust myself again, remember how the world again, and that was right, and that was right"

so i put it on my playlist and i couldn't stop playing it ever since.

this month a year ago, i was chased by a deadline of my thesis, i would surely get kicked out of the campus, if i didnt get to graduate in time. and every day, i tried to do it, writing sentence by sentence only to get erased the next day, reading lots of journal only to form 2 sentences. i went out a lot, as if i were a cafe hopper. and in between the actual thesis working and my room, i listened to this song when i was on the way in between these two places, on busway, on online transportation, always, always.

this song witnessed my hardwork when no one couldnt. this song comforted when no one couldnt. and this song has also become the core idea of the short story project i got in earlier this year.

not gonna lie, the story more or less is based on my own journey. but i didnt directly choose the theme and the song. i was just in my head, and suddenly i made some what ifs, and there, there. this particular story hasnt been out, yet (but it will), and this song, became my friend and the source of idea.

lately, i just lost the job that was never mine to begin with (due to the confusion and my own stupidity), and this song was there. i remember i was on the train way home and the seat i booked was suck because out of lots of seats and carriages, mine was situated in a face-to-face seat (mind you, this is like only 8 seats in entire carriage). i was heartbroken by the fact i was back being jobless and i thought i could have a personal space to cry even just for a while. but here i was, trying so hard holding my tears because i got people in front on me, while blasting my ears with this song.

this song has a history with me. going thru the downs and just being there. i really thank the singer and the songwriter for this.

i might be still gonna listen to it again and again because life gets miserable and the world crumbles every day, and with this song i would face this madness because it would tell me that i will fix myself again.

(thank you whitenoir band, i really really can't express enough gratitude for your craft)

[xoxo-teddybear]

The Bakugou Kids - Bakugou Katsuki

(Dad)Bakugou x (Mom)f!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Crack, Cursing

Summary: Bakugou and Y/N love their son with their entire beings, but sometimes, parents need a break. Especially when those parents are responsible for creating a literal demon spawn. He is kind, well behaved, and cute of course! But he does have Bakugou blood in him. With Y/N already away on a girls trip, Bakugou has to find out how he’s going to deal with his (now) many, many kids.

A/N: You passed down your duplication quirk down to Katsuo.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” You asked your husband as you stood at the doorway. “Katsumi may be a calm baby but she’s still a baby. And Katsuo’s quirk just kicked in and it is mine. I would know how difficult it can be to manage.”

“Stop worrying, Babe. It’s just a duplication quirk. And he’s only 5, how powerful can it really be?”Katsuki said, wrapping his arms around you. “Just go on your little girl’s trip with Ponytail and Racoon Eyes. I can handle the brat.”

You looked at your husband with a raised brow and smile before rolling your eyes and giving him a kiss. “Alright then. I’ll see you in a few days!”

With that, you walked out of the house and into the cab to meet your friends at the resort. Katsuki chuckled before walking back into the house to find his son napping on the couch. His spiky, blonde locks were all messed up with bed head while his E/C eyes he inherited from you remained shut. Katsuki walked over to his newborn daughter and picked her up while he took a seat next to Katsuo’s sleeping form, rubbing at his soft hair until he woke up.

“Can’t be all that bad, right Katsumi?”

The baby girl merely cooed with sparkling ruby eyes that mimicked her father’s.

—

Wow. Wrong. He was so wrong! It had only been 2 days since your departure but things had already gone so wrong! When you said your quirk was difficult to manage, Katsuki thought it would be difficult for Katsuo to manage. Not him!

Katsuki should’ve known his son would’ve taken the opportunity to act out while his mother was away. He had always been your little angel while Katsuki saw him as his little gremlin. With Y/N gone, Katsuo has been pushing all kinds of limits. Limits that had Katsuki beat.

Katsuo had been fortunate enough to inherit a quirk. And not just any quirk, but your quirk. Duplication. Basically, he can create copies of himself. When you were his age, you could only create 4, max. Katsuo was different though. He had Bakugou blood flowing through him. He was advanced the second he was born. So now, Katsuki was stuck looking after Katsumi, Katsuo, and Katsuo’s 16 other copies.

“Aye! Number 15, you’re gonna break that lamp! 11 and 8! Don’t wrestle in the mud! Go take a bath! NUMBER 3 GET OFF THE KITCHEN ISLAND! KATSUMI!” The adult blond screamed, looking for his infant daughter, eventually finding her sleeping in her little rocker on the living room floor. “Oh right, you don’t talk yet.”

Katsuki sighed as he slumped down next to his daughter, and leaned his back against the couch. He looked around the room and saw the 17 Katsuo’s making a ruckus around the house. All he could do was question how the hell is 3 month old daughter could possibly sleep through all this.

Katsuki almost lost all hope for humanity until a knock was heard on his front door. Knowing exactly who was there, he quickly got up from his place on the floor and ran to the entrance. “You idiots are finally here!”

Katsuki pulled in his 3 friends, the boys of the Bakusquad, and slammed the door shut. The 3 friends all stood in shock at the sight of the house. Not that it was overly messy or anything. It’s just that there were about 16 more figures in the house that aren’t usually there.

“You gotta help me!” Katsuki said, running infront of them, shaking his best friend’s shoulders. “I love my kids! I do! I love Katsuo, I swear! BUT I DIDNT SIGN UP TO BE A FATHER OF 18 FREAKING DEVILS!”

“Okay! Okay, relax man. We’re here.” Kirishima said, patting his friend’s shoulder as he wept. “How the hell are we gonna take care of 17 little Bakugous?”

“Right? We thought 1 Kacchan was a lot. Then you brought another one into the world, who apparently brought some unannounced friends.” Kaminari joked.

“They’re demons!” Katsuki exclaimed. “This has to be some fucking Karma for the shit I did. I knew I should’ve listened to my old hag better. Now shits came back to bite me in the- HEY! PUT YOUR SISTER DOWN! SHE’S NOT A FOOTBALL!”

Katsuos number 7 and 5 placed a sleeping Katsumi back in her rocker with an annoyed pout before running off to play something else.

“Welllll, there’s nothing that 3 cool uncles can’t fix!” Sero enthusiastically said. “Hey kiddos! Who’s ready to have some fun?”

All the mini blondes stopped their movements, some freezing mid-air, and looked to the slim man. They all shouted in joy at the sight of their uncles and ran to pounce on the 3 men, including their father. From the point of view of the boys in the Bakusquad, it looked like a Bakugou stampede.

“Run, run, RUN, RUN, RUUUNN!!!!” Kaminari screamed as the boys all ran for their lives to escape the herd of Katsuos. This was going to be an interesting day.

—

Safe to say after the day had passed, the boys of the Bakusquad were completely exhausted. Sero had half his clothes torn, Kirishima’s hair fell from it’s great spikes and even lost some red hues, Katsuki’s eye bags had never been heavier, and Kaminari was just straight knocked the fuck out. They were all thrown across the couch as Katsumi rested in Katsuki’s arms.

“What do we do?” Kirishima exclaimed.

“I don’t know.” Katsuki said, looking at his scrambling son(s). “There’s just too many.”

“And we’ve already lost a soldier.” Sero said pointing to Kaminari’s sleeping form. Katsuki and Kirishima followed his gaze and bowed their heads in respect towards the defeated Kaminari.

“Well now what? Is Bakugou just supposed to live like this for the next 3 days?” Kirishima asked.

“Hell no. If I do, there’s not gonna be anymore Katsuki. I’ll just be some body without a soul because my damn gremlins sucked it outta’ me.” Katsuki said with his head dropped down.

“Well how do we get them to calm down?” Sero questioned.

“I don’t know. They’re all mini me’s. Nobody could get me to relax.” Katsuki said in defeat, but that’s when Kirishima had a lightbulb go off for him.

“Except for Y/N!” The red head said, popping up from his seat on the couch.

“Uh, if you haven’t noticed Shitty Hair, this all started because she’s away on her trip.” Katsuki said with sarcasm as he looked at his friend as if he was an idiot.

“I know that! But Y/N wasn’t the only one to tame you, Bakugou!” Kirishima said in excitement.

“So then who else?” Katsuki asked.

“You know,” Kirishima smirked. “Denki’s favorite person. Y/N and.........”

It took Katsuki a second before his eyes popped when he finally got it. “No!”

“Yes!” Kirishima said.

“No way! We’re not going to her!” Katsuki complained.

“Who?” Sero asked.

“Nobody!” Katsuki screamed.

“Oh it’s somebody alright! Somebody who was able to tame the beast in Bakugou the second he was born!” Kirishima said.

“Who?” Sero asked. Katsuki finally sighed before he gave in, realizing this was his only hope for sanity. He grabbed his phone and made a quick call before explaining to his dark-haired friend.

“The demon of all demons...”

—

The door opened to reveal a tall standing brunette and an elder feminine blonde.

“...My mother.”

—

The boys of the Bakusquad all sat lined up on the couch as Mitsuki stood at Katsuki’s end and smacked her son’s head.

“You idiots! Y/N leaves for 2 days and all hell breaks lose?!” Mitsuki screamed at the 3 young men.

“You old hag! Quit hitting me! Ima’ grown man for crying out loud!” Katsuki screamed as he rubbed his head. Masaru simply bounced the sleeping Katsumi in his arms as he watched the scene play out.

“Well if you’re such a grown man then why can’t you manage your own kids without your wife’s help?!” Mitsuki argued, leaving Katsuki silent as he grumbled. The eldest blonde sighed before continuing. “Alright listen, I’ll watch these little devils for the next few days until Y/N comes back. I’d love to spend some time with my grandbrats. Why don’t the 3 of you go take a break and-“

“THANKS! Let’s go losers!” Katsuki said dragging his friends to the exit. Mitsuki and Masaru only laughed at their son’s behavior as they began tending to the kids.

The boys of the Bakusquad all quickly walked out of the house and headed for their cars as they all walked together.

“So, where to?” Sero asked.

“We could go head up that new resort in Tokyo!” Kaminari suggested.

“Naahhh. That’s where Y/N’s having her girl’s trip. Wifey would kill me if she saw me there instead of at home with the kids.” Katsuki said with his hands in his pockets. Kirishima raised his brow at this.

“Oh? So then, maybe we should go back and-“

“You know, on second thought,” Katsuki said with wide eyes once Kirishima made the suggestion. He took his hands out of his pockets and placed them behind his friend’s backs to keep them moving. “Maybe she won’t kill me..if I’m lucky..and wish..upon a shooting star....a million times over. Hah.....yeah. TO THE RESORT!”

As they walked, Kaminari attempted to look at the house once more, prompting Katsuki to turn his friend’s head back around. “No, no, no, don’t look back, they can smell fear.”

[sabertoothwalrus]

i had ANOTHER dream abt miraculous ladybug and this ones a LONG one. it didnt have your artstyle but time paris DID have lovely architecture such as: the bigass hollow tree stumps in breath of the wild, u know the ones big enough to fit a shrine and a half. anyway, the final battle is Happening, people get to wonder if hawkmoth is gonna bite the dust in real time bc its being televised. this is all taking place smth like 3 yrs in the future from season 4 of the show. so theyre like uhhhh Older Teens and certifiably Tired Of All This Shit. so! at the bottom of one of those tree stumps, cat noir’s identity is going to be revealed! oh no!! hes in a #crisis of the soul mostly bc getting revealed would be Bad but also he doesnt feel like hes helping ladybug anymore. he doesnt feel trusted. a classic tale of the villain manipulating a traumatized teen. and ladybug (looking out over a roof and yelling at the top of her lungs) is like “ABSOLUTELY NOT YOU LEAVE MY PARTNER ALONE.” and bribes hawkmoth away by dangling her own secret identity in front of him like a worm on a hook. it works a little too well. her identity gets revealed! cat noir is safe but in the shuffle hes lost his miraculous and marinette picks it up. shes got both and puts them on. tikki and plagg are like “MARINETTE ITS SO DANGEROUS TO WEAR BOTH AT THE SAME TIME” and shes like “im going to punch hawkmoth in the face” and off she goes.

cat noir is nowhere to be found bc now hes adrian! and she doesnt know that! but he knows shes marinette! drama! so now ladybug is re transformed (without activating the black cat miraculous) and is whaling on hawkmoth. she crashes thru my house which is definitely not in paris and tells me and my sibs we have to get out NOW so we book it and its at this point the dream reveals to me that mylene’s mom is chinese and i sit there like Now Hold On A Minute and my mom says “i told u so!” and i tell her “you dont even watch the show???” mylene was wearing a green cheongsam. i don’t tend to ask questions. also by this point i made a mental note to tell u abt this bc it only gets more batshit.

ladybug told us (and everyone that was running away which was a lot of ppl) that if they find cat noir they shld tell him that ladybug loves him. then she has this Stellar idea. she finds nadja chamack and her camera (bc theres only two newspeople in all of paris and one of them runs reality tv) and is like “hi i need to get a message out to cat noir.” when the camera is situated on her (mind u ms chamack is VERY aware that this is her daughters babysitter and is currently holding hawkmoth in a chokehold) she says “im sorry cat noir. you believed in me and trusted me since day one and i couldnt extend you the same courtesy. i was wrong. there is no one else who can wield the black cat miraculous, no one else i would trust with the power of destruction. meet me at our normal rendezvous point so i can give back what is yours.” its all very heartfelt but undercut by the fact that hawkmoth’s bitch ass is shouting explicatives next to her. the fight resumes. she gets slammed into a wall á la every anime fight ever and manages to hide before getting to the roof where she’s waiting for cat noir. shes in a right amount of pain and tikki is running her mouth abt danger and injuries etc. marinette Will Not Move until cat noir shows up. and he does! adrian arrives! when marinette sees him she starts laughing and crying. adrian is rightfully confused. is this a good thing? is this a bad thing? did she hit her head? (yes to all 3.) marinette says “i have been in love with you since 10th grade.” (were they in 10th grade? i do not know.) adrian says “and ive been busy being in love with ladybug.” and then she apologizes again, gives him the ring back, they hug, kick ass and meet up in her room.

if it feels like we’re going rlly fast now its bc we are. the dream was pretty much a montage at this point. hawkmoth is arrested, the world knows who ladybug is, adrian is an orphan, nathalie is still sick, and marinettes parents r thinking that their kid has nearly died MULTIPLE TIMES and they never knew. also luka is under that bridge going “oh fuck.” marinette is in her room trying to explain what will happen next to alya and nino. alya says “i had to tell nino”and marinette says “i am beyond the point of anger. but whatever.” cat noir falls thru her sunroof and they hug (again, there was so much hugging in this dream to make up for the complete lack of hugging in the actual show) and alya + nino are like “uhhh awkward.” the last convo i don’t have quotes for bc at this point my alarm was ringing but it was something abt how marinette cant be ladybug or hold the miracle box and she wld want alya to be the holder but NINO knows and nino Cant Know. but cat noir doesnt want marinette to lose her memories! but People Know. the conclusion was they have to talk to chloe abt how to navigate paparazzi. this is my chloe-and-marinette-could-be-friends agenda. ok i think thats EVERYTHING. if u read all that godspeed, drink water. OH. FINAL THOUGHT. ADRIAN HAD LONG BEAUTIFUL HAIR WHICH IS VERY IMPORTANT TO ALL OF THIS. he had model-brand stubble and sharper teeth than he should.

sometimes I’m peeved that tumblr increased the character limit for asks to be higher than 500 characters, and other times I get

1k word asks about miraculous ladybug dreams, and I think that’s beautiful

I do unironically love the part about Chloe helping Marinette navigate paparazzi, rip to her canon character development