#and i was only tempted to stab partner once!

[1zashreena1]

Step 1: . . . ohhhh I fucked up

Step 2: ???

Step 3: W O R L D D O M I N A T I O N

#megatron #transformers #zash does crafts #in the loosest definition of the word #my hobbies are like cicadas #once every 17 years i lose my entire shit #then back into creative hibernation #this took me and partner FIVE FUCKING HOURS #and i was only tempted to stab partner once! #but those stickers?? #mannn fuck stickers

[fandom-go-round]

Recovering Together: Reader x Octavinelle

The last two weeks had been rough to say the least. 8 hours days turned into 12, 16 and even more if you weren’t careful. It was draining; physically, emotionally, socially. You’re sure you would have Overblotted if magic was an option. It hurts more because it’s been so long without seeing your partner. Now, finally, you have a moment to breathe and they’re determined to show you how much they’ve missed you.

Small snippets of the boys taking care of you when it’s hard to take care of yourself.

Warnings: Trauma (Emotional), Physically Exhaustion, Self-Doubt, Implied Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms (Reader), Crying, Comfort, Intense Emotions, Overworked Reader, Implied Fighting, Breaking (Door,Mug)

Azul:

           You feel like you’re running to the lounge, even though you know you aren’t. You’ve been keeping an eye on the clock, both to keep time and time your escape just right. There’s no way Crowley can stop you now, not with sanctuary within reach. The moment you’re over the line you’re free and only threat of death will make you stop.

           “Prefect!” You visibly flinch and walk faster, ignoring the voice behind you. You haven’t seen Azul in weeks and fuck if you’re going to go another day.

           The voice behind you is getting closer and you want to cry. So close and this is the end. High pitched maniacal laughter passes by in a blur and you almost sob. Floyd is giddy with blood lust behind you but Jade is polite enough to hold the door open for you before following after his brother. The sounds that fill the hallways don’t mean anything now because you can finally see Azul.

           If there are patrons inside Monstro you don’t register them, making a beeline for the private office. You half slam yourself against the door before walking in. Azul is standing up from his desk, eyes wide and startled. They get wider as you throw yourself into his arms, the man swaying but holding you easily.

           “Please, I don’t want to go. Don’t make me go.” There’s a part of you brain that logically knows you’re overreacting. The other, larger part wants Azul to protect you from the world. His arms tighten around you and he kisses your forehead, wiping your tears away.

           “You don’t have to go anywhere.” His voice is shaking like yours and he begins to sink to the floor. The two of you huddle behind his desk, Azul pulling you into his lip.

           “I want to stay with you.” Your voice is small and he makes a sound as if you’ve stabbed him. He buries his face in your hair and you feel his tears on your head.

           “You’re staying here with me, I promise.” You relax at his words, both of you clinging to each other. You feel safe for the first time in weeks and you’re going to enjoy every minute of it.

Jade:

           You had been surprised to see Azul’s SOS text, especially concerning your partner. Usually it was Floyd getting into trouble but Azul had insisted that Jade was the one acting up and you needed to be at the longue ASAP. Part of you wanted to stay home; you had another 16-hour day planned but it was too tempting to say no. Sleep be damned, you’d get some another time.

           The lounge is hopping by the time you get there, Friday nights were always popular. You completely forgot what day of the week it was; the joys of working for two weeks straight. A war could have broken out and you would have no idea. Azul is working the front counter and ushers you towards the tables once you get there, his face paler than normal.

           “Prefect, there you are. Please speak to Jade and get him off the floor, I don’t need any lawsuits tonight.” You open your mouth to respond but he’s already walking towards the front. You huff, rolling your eyes and scanning for Jade. He can’t be behaving that badly, could he? He always has so much control.

           A loud slam has you turning and your eyes widen as you watch Jade hold a student against the hall. Hold is too delicate of a term; ‘pinned by the neck’ was more appropriate. You speed walk your way over, Floyd watching and torn between amusement and annoyance.

           “Jade!” Your partner is whispering something in the Savanaclaw student’s ear but pauses when he hears your voice. The crowd turns to you, Jade giving a smile full of teeth. He drops the student without any further prompting and is by your side in two large strides.

           “Prefect, how wonderful to see you. I was under the impression that you were busy this evening.” Jade is cool as a cucumber, giving a small bow. You half watch Floyd move in for damage control and give Jade a frown.

           “Azul texted me and said that you were having some problems. Is everything alright?” His eyes are locked on your face as you talk. Some of their intensity dims, a softer emotion taking over. He’s quick to take your hand and kiss the back of it, lips lingering against your skin.

           “I apologize for any distress that I’ve brought you. I supposed I’ve been on edge lately.” It’s easy to fall under the spell of Jade’s eyes and you struggle to remember that you’re in the middle of the lounge and not somewhere private. You ignore the implied innuendo in his tone, giving a gentle tug on his hands.

           “Want to ditch with me? Tell me all about it?” His face goes slack with surprise before he gives another sharp grin. His hands go to cup your cheeks and he clicks his tongue.

           “Of course. It seems that you, too, need to relax. Not to worry.” You gulp as he leans closer, sharp teeth filling your vision. “I am an expert at taking care of people. Leave it to me Prefect.” All of your protests fell on deaf ears, Jade leading you towards his room. Is this punishment for ignoring him all week? Of course not, how could you say that. He just cares so much for you; he can’t see you suffer so. And if he’s a little more sadistic than usual? Well that’s just because he’s so overworked you see, nothing to worry about. Spending time with you will help him relax and he’ll be feeling brand new in no time.

Floyd:

           The door to Crowley’s office slams open so hard you’re convinced that the hinges are going to break off. You look up from the table, blinking slowly as Floyd steps into the room. His eyes are slits and you think he’s going to start hissing. The look completely disappears from his face as he takes in the empty room, well empty except for you.

           “Shrimpy~!” A huge grin appears on his face and he’s quick to make his way over to you. You have no time to stop him as he clears the table with one sweep of his arm. Papers and your cold mug of tea go flying, ceramic shattering all over the floor.

           “Floyd.” You don’t have time to say much else before he’s straddling you, yanking you by your collar to be eye level with him. The grin has a darker edge under it but you don’t raise to the bait, the hand without the pen going to pat his cheek. Floyd makes a sort of click in the back of his throat and nuzzles you.

           “What are you doing in here? I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” His tone is scolding, treating you like a rag doll. He rubs his cheek against yours before laying you both across the couch you had been sitting on. You’re shoved against the back, Floyd using you like a teddy bear. He buries his face into your neck with a dreamy sigh, relaxing against you.

           “I’ve been doing stuff for Crowley. And texting you about it.” You don’t try to fight him, running your fingers through his hear after throwing the pen away. He gives a happy hum, leaning into your scratches. He half opens his eyes, a pout of his face.

           “Still? Thought you finished that up last week.” You snort, shaking your head at his words.

           “I wish. He’s been giving me even more to do.” He scoffs, baring his teeth in a way that would have been intimidating if you weren’t too tired to react.

           “I’ll squeeze him for ya.” It’s defiantly a threat but you nod, giving a yawn. He gives another happy purr, nuzzling into your neck and placing a kiss there.

           “Just don’t get blood on the carpet.” Your fingers begin to slow in his hair and Floyd snickers, nipping at your neck.

           “No promises Shrimpy.” You nibble on his cheek in retaliation and he giggles. You’re going to respond but it’s too late, you’re already asleep. Floyd watches you for a bit before giving his own yawn and napping with you.

           Crowley left quickly once he finally made it back to his office, not even bothering to close the door behind him. It was nice to have a guard eel at your beck and call, especially at times like these.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagine #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #azul x reader #jade x reader #floyd x reader #twst imagine #twst imagines #twst #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #twst azul #twst jade #twst floyd #twst headcanons #twst octavinelle #emotional support #hurt comfort

[myalchod]

For the three sentence fic... Silrah + fake dating/marriage pretty please 💜

Well ... I was going to write just the one, but I can't pick between them, so have a stab at each? 💙 It was so tempting to write one of these as a canon AU but I felt like that would have been cheating. 😂

Fake Dating:

She knows she gives herself away as soon as the familiar manse looms into view, though she’s pretty sure Saul would have known even absent the reflexive tightening of her fingers on his arm with how long they’ve been friends, even if he gives no sign of the pain he must feel at her death-grip, just shifting so his shoulder knocks companionably against hers in silent acknowledgement and sympathy; when she loosens her hand once more he slips his arm free, and she thinks he’ll move away but he only slides it around her waist instead, palm curving warm and solid and reassuring over her hip, and her startle this time has nothing to do with memories of a life she’d gladly walked away from suddenly slamming into her with the weight of all of her years away.

“Alright?” he murmurs, voice near as warm as his touch, and some of the tension ratcheting through her eases as she is reminded of why she’d asked him to come with her, the easy comfort of his presence steadying her in a way no one else can — why, in a moment she does and does not regret already, she’d added and could you pretend to be my boyfriend?, when it meant he could not only accompany her for what promises to be an excruciating family reunion but stay close, just like this, through all that she knows awaits her.

There’s a world she’s not ready to face again behind that imposing front door, but she’s got him at her side, and they’re armed with a pretence she hopes will prevent at least some of the questions she wants to avoid, and so the smile she offers him is less forced than fond; with that, surely she can weather anything the day throws at her, and so she just threads her fingers into his belt loop and leans closer still to murmur an affirmative as they start up the stairs.

Fake Marriage:

“I don’t believe you,” he persists, and Farah rolls her eyes, surreptitiously searching for an exit as she does so; inconsiderately, none appears, and she damns again the distraction that left her backed into a literal corner by a man just drunk enough to belligerently call out the ring she wears to fend off most would-be partners when she just wants a relatively quiet night of drinking — a ring that has done her more harm than good this evening, when it’s been the cause of what is shaping up to be an ugly altercation.

A hand settles on his shoulder; a face dimly familiar looms in shadow behind him, and her frown clearly telegraphs enough because he turns, ready to protest further, only to be pushed out of the way. “Farah, love,” her unexpected saviour says as he extends his other hand her way, and she’s suddenly more grateful for the support of the wall at her back than his intervention as she recognises dark hair and pale eyes and that self-deprecating smile, properly registers the even more familiar voice, and a past long dead floods back, “I wondered where you’d gotten to.”

[ send me another ] [ all fills ]

#farah dowling #saul silva #silrah #farah dowling x saul silva #fate the winx saga #au: modern #au: fake dating #au: fake marriage #charis writes #three sentence fic meme #fanfiction #asked and answered #yet again absolutely spiralling from each of these snips #why does my brain do this? #also: petty annoyance of the day: why does tumblr not support horizontal rule code? #i just wanted a pretty break between them #we now return to your regularly scheduled whatever

[mybeautifulbeautifuleternal]

Oberyn was on the edge of sleep but he didn’t want to take the plunge quite yet. Not when he had the two most beautiful people in the world laying on him. It had been a long day filled with politics that was made only slightly better by the sight of the two of you having fun, doing your best to distract him. To tempt him away from his duties.

Oberyn wasn’t ashamed to admit it almost worked.

Doran had called for Oberyn to journey to Sunspear and he had come as called, bringing with him his spouse and his paramour. Neither of them wanted to be left behind in the Water Gardens, as comfortable as they were, when they knew he’d be stressed in Sunspear with his brother. Oberyn had been told by them more than once that although they wished he would never be stressed, his stamina in bed rose significantly when he was using them to work it out of his system.

Oberyn didn’t know whether or not to be offended. He prided himself on his sexual abilities and he didn’t think that something like stress would make him better. On the other hand, he was still an excellent lover — so much so his partners followed him wherever he went.

The moon was high in the sky now and it illuminated the worn out lovers that were lounged against his chest, their hands intertwined together over his stomach. His hands were busy themselves, one curling into Ellaria’s hair and the other was sweeping up and down your back slowly.

It was nice, beyond nice actually, to have the two of you in his arms. It was more than he had ever dreamed of. He had known he’d have to marry eventually — not even the Red Viper could escape that fate forever, but he never expected you. Against all odds, all the teachings of the Seven and the maesters, you had campaigned to marry him. And succeeded.

“You need to rest, my dear,” your voice was rough with sleep, bringing him out of his thoughts and idle dreaming. It startled him slightly for he thought he’d completely worn you out several hours ago.

“I know. I will,” Oberyn tilted his head down slightly to place a feather-like kiss against your forehead, leaning back again to get comfortable with his pillows. He made sure not to shift too much though — Ellaria was with child again and her sleep was always troubled when she carried.

“Do you mean to do so tonight? Or do your dreams not tempt you enough?”

“Oh my loves…what use do I have of dreaming when I have you in my arms and in my bed?” Oberyn jumped when you gently stabbed a finger into his side, not expecting the attack.

“Your sappy shit isn’t going to distract me tonight, my dear. Sleep,” still quiet and rough with sleep, your voice was authoritative and demanding. It was enough to have Ellaria stirring and that froze the both of you. She was a nightmare when she was woken up before she was ready.

“Whatever you say.”

“Good. You’re finally learning.”

#oberyn martell imagine #ellaria sand imagine #game of thrones imagine #got imagine #asoiaf imagine #oberyn martell #ellaria sand #game of thrones #got #asoiaf #my stuff #m’s drabbles #m’s imagines #january prompts

[trinitynox]

Trin Reviews: Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part I

This review contains spoilers for Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part I

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Amidst the memery and hyper of Barbenheimer, Tom Cruise’s latest attempt at tempting fate and spiting god appears to have slipped by audiences – kinda like how Ethan Hunt slipped by his pursuers in the movie though he probably intended it.

As someone who hasn’t even watched every movie in the franchise (never saw M:I 1 or 2; vaguely remembers 3-6), some easter eggs and themes are going to be lost on me, so do forgive me. I also rate Fallout to be the best Mission: Impossible before going into this one. Has this entry changed my ranking?

The movie opens with a tense scene in a Russian submarine, the Sevastopol, in a sea-trial gone wrong that sets the movie in motion. Ethan is then sent to rescue Ilsa from mercenaries sent by his boss. In true Mission: Impossible fashion, the fight isn’t easy. The power couple has to shoot their way out (I agree with Hideo Kojima, Rebecca Ferguson with an eye patch, sniping... sweats) of a sandstorm and fake Ilsa’s death. Maybe because I’ve seen the trails too many times but the camera work didn’t feel as impressive to me in this scene as I thought it would from the trailers. Or maybe it’s the score? I don’t know. 

I was originally going to continue on scene by scene but then it wouldn’t really be a review, would it? It’d be a text based reaction commentary. 

So anyway, the movie was supremely entertaining. My partner who has never watched a single Mission: Impossible, was very happy with the movie and had the urge to watch every preceding movie after we came out of the theatre. 

The action was fantastic. A lot of hype and attention was given to Tom Cruise biking off a cliff and parachuting down but to me, the more impressive stunt was the fight atop the Orient Express, where they had built a train to shoot on and eventually wreck because they couldn’t find a train that they could also destroy. 

Tom Cruise and Esai Morales (and his stunt person, I guess?) fighting on a moving train was one of the tensest and most exhilarating fight sequence I’ve seen. One wrong move and the whole thing could’ve been over. Then there was the part where they had to fight on their bellies while the train was going through a tunnel. God. What a show. I’m really interested in knowing how the whole sequence was filmed.

A fight that I was not a huge fan of was between Rebecca Ferguson (Ilsa) and Esai Morales (Gabriel). Ilsa entered the fight with a sword while Gabriel had a knife. In theory, as long as Ilsa kept her distance, she had the advantage. BUT SHE KEPT CLOSING THE DISTANCE, WHERE SHE HAD EVERY DISADVANTAGE. That ticked me off so badly, and made me so anxious, especially since Ilsa is my favourite MI girl. She had Gabriel locked with her legs at one point, which he obviously used as an opportunity to stab her in the thigh...

Needless to say, I was quite upset with Ilsa’s death (they faked her death once, they can do it again. C’mon McQ) especially with her role in this movie. She felt less like a character and more like an NPC team member whose role is to get the MC to the next plot point.

Haley Atwell was a welcomed addition to the crew, if only it wasn’t so obvious she would be replacing Rebecca Ferguson. Ethan being given a choice on whether Grace or Ilsa should die may seem weird, and it kinda is, given that Ethan and Ilsa has been through so much together. Even if not romantic partners, Ilsa should’ve been the obvious choice for Ethan to save over Grace. But I think him not being able to choose or refusing to choose is very in character for Ethan. He will have his cake and eat it too, or die trying.

Anyways, back to Grace. The chemistry between Ethan and Grace is fantastic, and I think it’s carried by Haley Atwell’s charm. She definitely showed that she has the potential to be a stellar field agent but not one yet. Someone put it well, she’s well versed in the criminal world but terrible in the spy world. I think she just needs some training and polishing, which I think she will get with the implication of her joining the IMF.

Which leads me to the comedy in this movie. I think this is the funniest Mission movie of the ones I can remember. The jokes are not the quippy Marvel fare, which has gotten grating over the years with almost every character having a one-liner. The comedy in this one is more situational, more like 2 close friends giving each other shit and being themselves, and of course lamp-shading how absurd the series has gotten. (What does the International Monetary Fund got to do with this?)

I think almost every joke landed for me or at least got a chuckle out of me. And it didn’t detract from the emotional moments while adding some levity to moments that didn’t need to be as serious where other franchises might’ve taken very seriously. 

I have tried to find a way to work in parts about Vanessa Kirby and Pom Klementieff in this review but failed to because their characters were fairly minor and not very relevant to the central core of the plot. They’re not irrelevant, just minor.

Nothing much to say about Vanessa Kirby’s White Widow except the way looks she gives throughout the movie makes me feel things. Such a powerful and commanding presence whenever her character is relevant to the scene. 

Pom Klementieff’s Paris was fun. I’m glad she survived and hope to see her in Part II. Her enjoying the thrill of the chase and fight with Ethan in a tight alley makes me think she could be a very good Harley Quinn. Maybe an alternate version since Margot Robbie currently owns that role? 

I thought the story was a little weak compared to Fallout, but the latter had set a high bar for Mission so it’s not a failure on Dead Reckoning Part I to not meet that bar. It was a little confusing who the players are, which side they’re on etc, but perhaps that is the point? 

In this crazy crazy world where facts almost don’t matter, how can you know who is good and who is bad? Who is right and who is wrong? The movie has pointed out that Ethan has gone rogue frequently to save the world and that he has always been right to do so. But what if he’s wrong once? What will the consequences be when Ethan thinks he’s doing what he’s doing for the greater good but is actually becoming the very villain he has tried to stop time and time again? ...That might be a good potential movie idea. TC, McQ, gimme a call.

There’s also a question of what is the Entity’s end goal? What does it want? Besides killing Ethan, of course.

I hope these question can be answered in the next movie, along with a proper emotional payoff for Ilsa’s death (SHE BETTER NOT BE DEAD)

8.5/10

#movie #movies #mission impossible #dead reckoning spoilers #dead reckoning part 1 #dead reckoning part one #movie review #tom cruise #vanessa kirby #pom klementieff #rebecca ferguson #haley atwell #simon pegg #ving rhames #vanessa kirby glower at me please

[tabithwaslost]

klavquill headcanons vær så snill!

AHHH, KLAVQUILL HEADCANONS COMING UP!

1.

Klavier was absolutely DEVASTATED upon hearing the news of Simon's arrest and Klavier got Simon the best attorney he could. He was tempted to forge evidence or even bribe the prosecution but he didn't do such thing.

2.

Although all evidence was against Simon, Klavier believed in his innocence just like Aura. They were both not convinced that he was a murdered and they visited him regularly.

3.

When Simon first dated Klavier, Aura was ridiculous about it and she made Klavier sign papers that say "If Mr. Klavier Gavin breaks Mr. Simon Blackquill's heart or hurts him in any way, Ms. Aura Blackquill has every right to stab Mr. Klavier Gavin."

4.

They met through Miles when Klavier was 17 and Simon was 20 a little after 19th of April 2019. They became friends and Klavier would go back home, Kristoph is there waiting for him and he would rant about every single thing that Simon did. Younger Simon was canonically pretty respectful and a gentleman so Klavier would be like "There's this guy called Simon, he's 3 years, 2 months and 9 days older than me, he's nice and he's such a gentleman he's the best friend ever and-" and he would keep on talking for like 6 hours, it was the same on Simon's end. One day, Kristoph jokingly said "Are you in love with this Simon?" and Klavier just said "I... might even actually." meanwhile with Simon and Aura, Simon would be like "Yeah, so Klavier is that rockstar guy on the news and he is amazing and nice-" and Aura would be pulling out her shotgun from her bag.

5.

Kristoph and Aura hated each other in university so they would give each other deadly side glares and try to ruin each other's day for literally no reason at all. You can just imagine the pain when they found out about Simon and Klavier.

6.

Klavier and Simon are evil because they made a plan that if Klavier is ever asked about his love life in an interview, he would say: "There's this person I saw once. They're taller than me, they had short, curly black hair. They were a fan of mine and I only saw them once but at that moment I knew that I loved them."

They are made Klavier's fans go crazy, some people even cut and dyed their hair.

7.

They would stay up, late at night playing video games and Simon would get mad at the game and be like "BLASTED CONTROLS!!" "THIS DAMNED GAME IS AWFUL!" but at the same time, seeing Klavier so happy is worth it.

8.

Klavier always rants about his day to Simon whether it was good or bad.

9.

Simon gets way too jealous when Klavier mentions any other person. [It's in a comedic and lighthearted way though, a jealous partner can be concerning if it crosses the limits.]

#ace attorney #klavier gavin #simon blackquill #Klavquill #miles Edgeworth #aura blackquill #Kristoph Gavin

[braemjeorn]

some scrambled thoughts post moving (2023)

i might need to watch the series again to catch some details so excuse me if I'm confused about the obvious. but spoiler alert, to those who haven't watched it.

me when the temporary teacher got stabbed: (blinks)... i mean I don't like you, not that I want you to die either. oh well.

so what was bang kisoo looking for loitering in the school like that? his files to better his report? the files of the ones with powers to verify things? maybe han byul's memory card too? to observe what had happened in the gym? to pick up a fight with kanghoon? man i lost somethings really...

...so kisso wasn't the one to sabotage that jumpboard?

it was that temp teacher/agent?

anyway what is wrong with that tempt teacher honestly - did he sabotage kisoo's ankle just to find out if he has power or just out of sheer distaste like...?

gosh i hate him now, but he died! we'd never know his motives!

(the way this drama have 20 ep but i still have questions)

(it's the flashbacks. too many flashbacks when we could've gotten new scenes. i always hate this abt kdramas)

on the good side, kisoo going soft and protective with han byul when he realized the NK agents aren't here to play

that was a really short and sudden ship but o ma gosh the potential

hyewon too deserved more screen time - like suddenly moving schools too?

like honestly a bummer that they're graduating college - bongseok, huisoo, hyewon, han byul, ganghoon and kisoo would have been such a good friend group (or pairing, if you want it that way. the potential is there, honestly)

anyway about kanghoon - takes-his-duty-seriously class president kanghoon

wanna see him working as an agent/civil servant in the NIS

working under that seagull guy? *rubs hand excitedly* is gonn be fun honestly, man we need a SEQUEL we really do!! the next gen of supers is gonn wreck some stuff, i can feel it!

i came to this show to see mihyun and doosik but ended up being such a fan of guryongpo

mr ryu was the topmost actor in the wikipedia page so i was like, oh he's the main main guy turns out!

he came to any scene and i was like "guryongpo! he's alive! huisoo appa! 희수 아빠 멋있다! 희수 아빠 화이팅!!"

best man, best partner, best husbando, best dad

i thought frank rolling over him with that truck again and again was bad but then he had 200 gang members breaking his bones with their cars like... you've been through a lot sir.

episodes abt his and jaehee's married life was either the cutest or the most heartbreaking like staph, my heart cannot heal itself

unconventional couples are the cutest i swear by it

huisoo >< jaehee: helps lost adult men on the roadsides

juwon >< jaeman: protective dads

on a more depressing note, that useless jo principal might have orchestrated jaehee's accident.

maybe just to see if huisoo has powers. the wife dies as consequence? not my problem, i'm just gonna wait in this car.

his death seemed excruciating. well deserved, i might say.

and Frank still didn't die either lol not even fire stops him

curious as to what he's gonna do next 0.0

(crack suggestion: he can work at the chicken shop and they can rename the shop as immortal chickens)

(i don't know how huisoo got yongdeuk to work at the shop but if she can persuade her dad to take in a defector, she can persuade him to take in an assassin that once wanted to kills him)

(that's jaehee's passion running through her)

is elias gonna be worse or what? also a korean native?...gotta see that episode again to look at the boys

another thing i feel robbed off: reunions.

moonsan and guryongpo needs to meet up I NEED TO SEE IT

code names?? f- that, name's kim doosik. you're my hyung now, let's work well together.

THEY WERE PARTNERS FOLKS, PARTNERS. DOOSIK LEFT JUWON HIS KNIFE GAH

THE KIMS AND THE JANGS NEED TO EAT DONKASS AND CHIKIN TOGETHER!!!

(imagine the conversation abt huisoo and bongseok relationship will go abt lol)

(JW: sunbae, i respect you a lot, i'm glad you're back, but that's my only daughter-- DS: hyung, i just got to know my son again this year-- MH (towards the kids): i knew it, you two are just the sweetest!)

you know, for someone who doesn't know if her husband is alive or dead for 13-14 year but constantly waits for his return by leaving hints, mihyun is very composed at seeing dusik just landing on her rooftop

i don't know if i should credit that to her training as a black agent or toughened up by being a single mum for that long

but she didn't even react at seeing jang juwon at the teacher's office although it's been like, 24 years and suddenly you're here coz your kid's in the same school as mine? coincidence? I think not! this institution is more slippery than fish!

mihyun's really cool like, she's still that sharp and quick even after doing office jobs, farming, single-parenting and managing a restaurant. what a role model. you really don't forget your training huh?

Yellow Man Bongseok - Bunggaeman being his inspiration is just--

oh i also really liked how that NK agent pulled the trigger like you wanna look inside my loose sleves. wepl, surprise bish! the mechanics and how it's shot is just *chef's kiss*

you know for some scenes that we were robbed off, it's a lovely drama

i like action movies a decent amount, and this hits the spot. korean style,especially.

really really REALLY looking forward to that sequel now, gosh just give it to me.

#braem rambles #braem's rambling #braem's thoughts #moving 2023 #moving kdrama #moving disney #kdrama #disney+ #korean drama #무빙 #드라마 #kim bong seok #jang huisoo #lee mihyun #kim doosik #jang juwon #moonsan #guryongpo #lee ganghoon #bang kisoo #ryu seung ryong #han hyo joo #jo in sung #cha tae hyun #lee sung kyung #lee jung ha #go youn jung #kim do hoon

[aceinthehellhole]

2 out of 3 potential movement classes suck so far, and I'm not holding out hope for the third.

Professor Crewel (yes his actual LITERAL name sounds like "CRUEL") is the most terrifying man I've ever met, and I don't admit that lightly. I am of the philosophy to never turn tail when faced with anyone who wants to mess with me, but Crewel?

Ugh... I just got a full body shudder. This man reeks intimidation. He's got jet black hair and piercing gray eyes that seem to stab through your soul, ripping apart your insides to loot around for something interesting.

Acting movement class takes place in the auditorium on a big stage, and the entire class we had today was about WALKING. I don't know how this school gets funding if they're teaching people how to walk, but I guess that's just the state of our education system for you.

Now, don't get me wrong, it wasn't an easy lap around the room. He called on us one by one to walk the length of the stage with different prompts and kept changing them every few people. Stuff like "walk like an old lady", "walk like someone with a secret", etc etc.

Admittedly it would have been kind of funny watching my classmates go and follow the prompts, walking like goofs in front of everyone. But there was this heavy weight in the room. I dunno if it was from Crewel's stare or the spotlights above the stage, illuminating us like specimens in a lab, but everyone knew to take this thing seriously like always.

So when my name gets called and I jump to my feet, trying to seem casual and confident even though my palms are all sweaty at the thought of becoming the next goof on the chopping block.

The stage lights are super bright and hot and I have to squint to see Professor Crewel, leaning leisurely against his desk, which is on the floor below the stage.

He carries one of those old school extendable pointers with him 24/7, and keeps tapping it against his palm in a way that only he could make feel threatening.

"Trappola!" He barks, flicking the pointer to the right. "Walk as though you are a newly escaped prisoner."

Oh, great.

Actually teach, that's what I wish I was! An escape-y from Night Raven College! This is barely acting!

So I sigh and hunch over, trying to imagine what someone in that situation would look like. Shifting eyes? A malicious grin? Tiptoeing, so as not to draw attention to-

CRACK

The noise rings through the auditorium, making me nearly shit myself.

"Bad form. You look more like a guilty hound dog than a convict." Crewel says, withdrawing the pointer, where it had definitely left a mark from how he'd whipped it against his desk.

Yeesh. His first negative review of the day. Surprise, surprise - it's for me!

Crewel's eyes scan the students' faces, looking for god knows what. His gaze lands on one and his mouth lifts into what for him could be considered a smile.

"Viper." He says, beckoning one guy forward.

The guy nods and steps up. He has, like, the most silky hair I've ever seen. Literally like he stepped out of a Garnier commercial.

"Demonstrate." Crewel barks again.

Viper guy doesn't need to be told twice, and he immediately crouches low to the ground, his ponytail swishing against his back. He crawls forward, eyes scanning left and right, then barrel rolls into a stance as if his back is pressed against an invisible wall, hand splayed behind him as he peeks around the invisible corner.

It feels like I'm watching an action movie unfold right before my eyes. I can't even complain about being cut off in my lousy attempt at playing pretend, this guy is living it.

Crewel claps once. His highest known form of praise. "Well done."

Hell, I'm tempted to clap too. That was... objectively really cool.

But then Crewel's steely eyes bore into me and any thoughts of applause go out the invisible window.

"Trappola. You are to do partner work with Viper. Put together a five minute pantomime." He looks at Viper. "Present it to me by next week."

Ugh. More homework.

Viper nods again. "Yes, sir."

I mean, maybe this pantomime thingy won't be so bad. Viper seems pretty cool.

It's only my third week here, and the universe continually insists on screwing me over.

I hold up my hand to high five him as he rejoins the group, but he COMPLETELY ignores me. Even bumps past my hand on his way. So much for the hope that ONE GUY here wouldn't be a complete asswipe.

Is it because I'm too hot? Too charismatic?? What egregious sin did I commit in a past life to have this one suck so bad?? Ugh.

Lunch time, my lord and savior, please don't fail me now...

#twst #twst rp #twst au #twst smau #twisted wonderland #ace trappola

[astrasavedprompts]

Knight/guard f/o who’s sole job is to protect you but it’s getting harder and harder when you keep inviting him in your bedroom to protect you… you tell him not to look away when you’re getting dressed bc anyone can attack you at any moment so he’s forced to watch you in all your naked flesh. You always spread yourself, asking him if he can check to make sure everything okay. He’s flustered but you’re really worried this time. He sees just how wet you are and he can barely control himself. He spreads you a bit wider and when you beg him to help you clean it, he’s tonguing you down, a strong hand against your mouth. Knight f/o who’s ashamed of himself afterwards. But he’s never seen you happier. And that’s what he wants to protect: your smile, your happiness. He’s almost tempted to do it again. He misses the taste… He’s taking a bath with you come inside. Startled, “Princess what are you–” You enter the bath with him, it’s everything he’s seen before but now you can truly see how much he wants you. His cock hard and showing over the water. “How were you planning on protecting me if we don’t bathe together…” you tell him. “Oh my… you can’t protect me like this…” your hands are so dainty, so soft and the way that you’re touching him has him ready to cum. “Princess please.”

Character A biting their lip and winking at Character B across the room and Character B going positively red in the face and Character C being like, “Hello? What the fuck is happening between you two? What’s with the atmosphere? I’m uncomfortable and want out.”

“What exactly are we doing right now?” Character A whispers, breathing ragged against Character B’s lips, their heart beating erratically in their chest. “Fooling around,” Character B answers, squeezing their waist. “We’re fooling around, that’s all. That’s what we’ve been doing all along, right?” (The look in their eyes says otherwise, but Character A chooses to ignore that as they give in once again.)

He stared at the date of the newspaper as if it had personally offended him, “This can’t be right.”

“Abort mission!” it took only a second, but felt like a lifetime, before a deafening explosion was heard and a shockwave knocked everyone down.

“Next party game: 7 minutes in heaven!” as if this hadn’t been 45 minutes of Hell already

“If you want me,” the hero panted, “come and get me.” The villain paused, languidly sweeping a hand up and under their chin. “Want you in which way, darling? Don’t get me wrong, both involve ropes, but it’s an important distinction to make before we proceed.”

“Are you ready?” she nodded, while her whole body screamed NO.

"Your abilities are simply incredible!” The villain exclaimed, ranting as they walked in a circle. “How in the world did Hero ever manage to get you on their side?!”The sidekick paused lockpicking their cuffs. “…You think my powers are incredible?”

(flirty) training/ sparring/ injury prompts character A giving B instructions on how to bandage their wounds (jdjajdjakajsj) ^ wince ”would it kill you to be gentle?�� “if you didn’t want it to hurt, you PROBABLY SHOULDN’T HAVE GOTTEN STABBED IN THE FIRST PLACE” classic; A getting behind B to help them hold their weapon properly, guiding their arm, which just ends up in both of them getting flustered “someone likes being pinned down” A flirting with B while sparring to throw them off their tracks “stop going easy on me” “that’s not what you said last ni-OUCH” “…” “i’m fine i swear” “..are you serious rn” “it’s just a dislocated shoulder! i’ll be as good as new” medic x hero/villain/something that requires fighting yk and they’re always worried ab their partner because the careless mf is always getting hurt (works best for enemies to lovers) after a particularly intense session, A helps B patch up their wounds which requires B taking off their shirt, and A is definitely not staring wdym ^ also B noticing the staring and being the cocky asshole that they are, feels the need to comment on it “like what you see?” “you know, if you wanted to see me naked you could’ve just asked, you didn’t have use stabbing me as an excuse” “oh, is that a challenge?” “sooo how was training with A? are they a good tutor?” “it was..definitely quite a workout” as a threat, “i’m going to mess you up so bad you’re not going to be able to walk for a week” while the response is; “is that a promise?” intense sparring somehow always turn into aggressive make out sessions?? who knows why

fluffy prompts for characters pining on each other :) "don't smile at me like that !" grinning stupidly whenever they compliment you their gaze often goes to your lips. holding hands to comfort you crouching to your eye level while they cup your chin, wiping your tears, "tell me what i can do for you." "stay." "do you want to dance?" they lean against the doorframe, a pause before walking towards you with a fond smile, "if you insist." "" I love that you are you when you are with me "" "make me." ^ "wanna bet? i will." [IM DEEP BREATH DIES] "if you had the guts, [name], you would have kissed me." "you think something is stopping me from doing that right now? :)" "is that so? subtly smirking" "what's your ideal type?" "you." constantly touching. always finding reasons to touch each other. "can you both just kiss and make up-" "both of them [NAME]-" finding someone flirting with your crush, but all they have is eyes for you, and on you "can i kiss you?" "took you so long to ask." almost kissing. but somebody walks in. "HOLY FUCK, ABOUT TIME THIS HAPPENS! I'M SO SORRY, PLEASE CONTINUE-" they grab your jaw and kiss you infront of them. feeling hot all over the place after the kiss ) #)'?&)%+# "let me-- adjusts your hair while cupping your face--and we're good to go. shall we? :) " the hug after the confession. the warmth it gives!!

calm before the storm - some pre argument scenarios ranting to a close friend/parent about what they’re upset about before they make confrontation just to make sure they aren’t overreacting blowing up their phone and receiving no answers (this either being the reason behind the argument or just adding fuel to the fire) desperately wanting to be angry, but they can’t push past the hurt they’re feeling with the trust being broken on the other hand, they’re fuming because this isn’t the first time immediately driving over to where they are (even if this means embarrassing them in front of friends) “why are you looking at me like that…” taking a few minutes to calm down so that they don’t explode the moment they start talking “why do you seem upset?” “why the hell do you think…” “when you realize what the problem is, then you can talk to me.” “hold on, that’s not fair-” “all you ever think about is yourself!” sending the scary “we need to talk.” text trying to pretend that some jokes/comments don’t bother them until one just finally goes too far really trying not to say anything at first, but the other can tell they’re upset by their mannerisms and try to find out what it is that’s wrong mutual friends alerting the other about something they definitely deserve to know anxiously waiting for them to come home so that they could give them a piece of their mind noticing that their concerns are blatantly being brushed to the side so they interrupt to try to stand up for themselves “sit down for a sec, i need you to hear this.”

friends to enemies “i can’t believe you did that to me…” “and i can’t believe that you still don’t understand why i did.” returning each other’s belongings, not wanting to be reminded of the other’s existence exposing old secrets that they swore to never tell anyone since they could just care less knowing their weaknesses from being close and using those to their advantage seeing each other in public and doing the pettiest things to piss the other off (ex: not holding the door open if they’re behind them) one having a hard day and going through old texts between the two, missing the comforting words their friend once gave them mutual friends being affected by their falling out, since they can’t all hang out together like they used to ^ or maybe they’re always being put in between arguments and feel like they have to pick a side ^^ leading to both of them losing more than just each other (and do they reflect on how that came to be?) “i thought i could trust you.” “and whose fault is that?” “you knew how much that meant to me!” “that’s exactly why i did it!” working at a café/restaurant/other place and purposefully screwing up their order still being friends with a sibling/relative of theirs, and having to occasionally cross paths trying to glare at them with hatred/disgust but they just can’t “you’re a joke.” “i was just being nice, i never cared.” “bullshit!” that gut-wrenching feeling when they realize they were in the wrong, but it’s too late to try to fix anything now

childhood friends to lovers (reuniting and reigniting) prompts when they see each other for the first time and realize just how much they’ve missed one another doing that twirling/spinning thing when they hug “wow, you look…great. amazing, actually.” noticing that they still kept habits that they’d always endeared back then thinking that it was always just a childhood crush, but once they reunite, it suddenly hits them that it definitely wasn’t. “you still wear that little bracelet i made you?” “it’s like my good luck charm..” “i never thought i’d see you again…” having their first date at a spot they’d always hang out at when they were younger maybe they pick up on a project or work on a crazy idea they had when they were little (ex; writing a song together) “there’s never been a day since i left that i haven’t thought about you..” “i’ve liked you since the fourth grade…” “are you joking?!” “please, everyone knew but you.” digging up a time capsule they made years before ^ maybe they find a little love note that one wrote (thinking it would never be found) being just as close as they were when they were little, but now everyone assumes they’re a couple “some things never change.” “yeah, i guess they don’t…” “how does a date sound?” “like…a playdate or…?” “oh shut up you know what i mean.”

valentine’s day scenarios - high school edition buying one of those little valentine’s day candy grams that a club is selling (and maybe they have it be sent anonymously) putting flowers in their lockers as a surprise “be my valentine?” putting a cute stuffed animal in their seat before they arrive in class using their lunch period to try out the boxed chocolates together making paper hearts/flowers for their valentine while they’re in class asking someone out while passing notes having their first kiss on valentine’s day ditching class to go on their date noticing the same piece of jewelry (or other sort of gift) they got their partner on like three other students in the hall and suddenly rethinking every life choice they’ve ever made “i’m sorry….[name] already asked me out…” “is that a new perfume?” “i have plans today, okay?” being unable to focus in class because they’re too busy thinking about their after-school date rearranging the conversation heart candies to make a cute little message on their partner’s/crush’s desk “i can’t fit this in my locker!” “well, looks like you’ll just have to carry it around all day. everyone will know you’re all mine.” “my parents said i can’t stay out past eight.” “eight? really?” “i’ve seen like three couples making out in the last five minutes it’s actually disgusting.” passing valentine cards out to teachers one unexpectedly receiving a gift and vague note from their crush to meet them after school, and that’s all they could think about allll day

friends to lovers (but they’re stuck in the friendzone) “you know you’re my best friend, no one else can take your place.” “aw, i’m just so happy to hear that. that’s great.” “we’re kinda like siblings, we shouldn’t date….right?” “…right.” one getting the other matching friendship bracelets A noticing B blushing, but it just can’t be because of them…they’re just friends. “how’d you remember i liked these?” “you’re my best friend, of course i’d remember…” “503 days of our friendship, can you believe that?” “you’ve been counting?” holding hands and one gets self-conscious of just how long they’ve been doing so, so they let go (much to the other’s disappointment) “you’ve been talking about this crush for months now, when are you going to just go for it?” “i don’t think i can…” pulling all-nighters to talk to one another ^ B may fall asleep on call (or A thinks they fell asleep) and A starts cooing about how cute they are taking care of the other while they’re drunk and being stunned when they breakdown in tears, raving about how they feel stuck with their supposed best friend tearfully confessing in a lengthy text, too scared to do so in person just in case this all goes horribly wrong trying to hide a blush when they get compliments from their friend frustration when attempting to decipher whether a certain comment was supposed to be a flirt or not maybe their whole dynamic is built around jokingly flirting, so they just always assume that their flirts/compliments are all platonic when they both finally confess to one another, they laugh and realize all the different cues they’ve been oblivious to the entire time.

“and they were roommates!” - friends to lovers prompts (roomie edition) having movie nights that start happening more frequently the more they bond ^ maybe one will purposefully choose a scary movie so that they have an excuse to cling to the other all night falling asleep on the couch together (and being very flustered at their positions in the morning) cooking for one another maybe one learns to cook the other’s favorite meal as a treat, the gesture absolutely melting their heart “hey, can i borrow your hoodie real quick? i’m just heading down to the store and mine isn’t really dry yet…” ^ and then they realize that their roommate looks downright adorable in their clothes they also don’t get the hoodie back (and that’s completely fine) as they get more comfortable living together, they start knowing exactly where eachother’s belongings are trying not to get too worried when one comes home too late at night and when they angrily express this to their roommate, all the other can think of is “why do you care this much?” trying to hide a blush in the mornings because their morning/sleepy voice is a little too nice to listen to sharing a bed. ^ then making up more excuses to share a bed after that night just to wake up next to their roommate in the mornings. drunk confessions while one is taking care of the other jealousy when they bring dates home “you look so cute.” “i’m literally in my pajamas but okay.” having a lot of space on the sofa yet they still choose to be lying on top of eachother. “who knew that living together would lead to this?” “thank god it did..”

awkward post-argument scenarios pacing around while debating whether or not you should text them after they’ve left the house for a bit forgetting about the argument after a while and going in for a hug, kiss, or any other form of affection that is a force of habit needing to go to an event after a party and having to pretend as if they aren’t angry with one another the entire time “i don’t want to go to bed angry…can we please talk about this?” catching the other one crying shortly after and immediately feeling an overwhelming wave of guilt crash onto you. “hey…uh, the dinner’s here…” painful silence hanging over the room when both of you want to start talking things out but are just waiting for the other to speak first when one tries to pretend like the argument didn’t even happen after a few hours, which could either anger the other more or cause them to brush it off all the same “…you still mad?” feeling guilty so you perform an act of kindness (ex: making them their fave food) as an indirect apology ranting to friends or a relative about the other, only for them to agree and call you out on your wrongdoings “i didn’t kick you out. all i said was that i needed some space…” texting them because you feel a little too embarrassed/nervous to see them face-to-face again trying to apologize but only sparking up another argument

[hollowfaith]

[BRUSH] Sender offers to brush receivers hair (KLAUS)

𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠 || [BRUSH] Sender offers to brush receiver's hair @anghexescu

—

Coming out the shower and toweling his hair, Aurelius is surprised to see Klaus standing by the entrance of the bathroom, a brush and a plan plainly printed on his features.

Amused but choosing to play dumb, the angel smiled warmly at his partner. "What's wrong? I thought you washed before me?"

"I did, but..." Klaus hesitated while Aurelius waited patiently. He even tilted his head in thought, scattering droplets of water from the tips of his hair to splash on his shoulders.

"Hm, yes?"

Klaus stared at him intensely before blurting out, "Can I help you brush your hair?"

"Oh?"

—

Some time later saw Aurelius sitting on a stool facing the bathroom mirror while Klaus positioned himself behind him.

"There's no need for you to do this," Aurelius reminded him again. "I hardly consider you my servant, Anghelescu."

"It’s not like that." Klaus shook his head while checking the buttons on his hair dryer. "It's just something I want to do."

"Really. I think I've far outgrown the age where I need assistance managing my own affairs."

"Hm..." Klaus didn't disagree, but neither did he back down. "It feels different when it's someone else combing it for you. You'll see."

Seeing him in a rare stubborn mood, Aurelius easily relented and went back to staring at the seraphim's reflection. "Very well, do as you wish."

The soft whirr of the hair dryer greeted his words, Klaus dutifully running it through Aurelius' locks while combing through the layers with his fingers. It was a warm and gentle experience, and Aurelius found himself relaxing into the treatment as he closed his eyes.

"...is it a mortal thing?" he asked once Klaus picked up the brush and started detangling his hair.

"What?"

"This sudden whim of yours," Aurelius went on. "Whenever you find a new reason to touch me, there's usually a human example serving as precedent. It's extremely charming, but I do wonder when you'll tire of playacting, Klaus."

The brush through his hair stopped. "Aurelius..."

"I suppose this is the part where you insist I'm mistaken again." The divinus spoke in a mellow voice, his tone light. Subconsciously or not, he had never been stern to Klaus after accepting him, even if his actual words often left much to be desired.

Exhaling softly, Klaus resumed his brushing. "It...doesn't need to be that complicated, Aurelius. I like you, so I want to spend time with you. And it's nice to touch your hair." He ran his other fingers through the strands, brushing past the angel's scalp in a way that sent tingles up his spine. "Don't you think so too?"

"Yes, it's pleasant." That Aurelius could admit easily enough. "Have you gotten a lot of practice with this?"

Klaus bit back a laugh at the slightly demanding (jealous) undertone. "I've only brushed my own hair." Although he faintly recalled Miyena might have asked him to help with hers, once upon a time.

He can't remember whether he agreed. In any case, that was in the past and he preferred the present, where the one he adored was within reach and always docile beneath his fingers. Though it wasn’t a long-term solution, it was certainly better than letting Aurelius run roughshod over everyone he met like this was his second kingdom come.

"Would you like me to brush yours next time?" Aurelius asked a second later. Klaus's eyes met his gaze in the mirror and took in the rich golden hues of his irises. They were always so accepting, so open, when it came to him.

He'd never admit it, but sometimes that level of unabashed attention made him restless. Aurelius was akin to a beautiful sword, wonderfully sharp, with its handle willingly turned towards Klaus's hands. He was tempted to grasp it fully, but always aware of the sharp blade extending from its end.

A single mistake or a slip, and the sword would stab of its own accord, wounding anything in its way. Klaus wasn't so naive to believe that time alone could dull its edges—it was guidance and direction that ensured the sword stayed at bay and behaved itself.

Out loud he said, "Yes, I'd like that."

The hair beneath his fingers is soft.

Inside the mirror, Aurelius gives him a bright, guileless smile.

#anghexescu #𝔔𝔲𝔢𝔯𝔶 ࿐ answered #𝔉𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 ࿐ drabbles #*eats my weekly dose of [slightly shady] aurlaus fluff as part of a healthy diet heh*

[clemencetaught]

and we'll find some version of okay, one day ( ft. myungdae & hyuk || verse two )

a/n: did someone say hyurick? today is alex ( @jeoseungsaja )'s birthday SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRIENDO :DDDD thank you so much for the all the wonderful stories, muses, smiles, and laughs u've given me ( and all ur friends and ppl on dash ) over the years; i hope this trip around the sun will be a happy one for you!! care you lots <3 &lt;3 <3

Being in a relationship with Hyuk is surprisingly easy.

No, easy, isn’t the right word. ‘Easy’ implies a lack of effort to make what is between them now. ‘Easy’ implies what they have is intuitive when it is anything but. Hindsight is 20/20- it becomes more apparent to Myungdae that perhaps the last five years didn’t have to be as painful.

( He could have told Hyuk what was happening from the beginning. He could have revealed himself to Hyuk when he arrived in Seoul. He could have taken a moment and realized that perhaps keeping this undertaking to himself was only going to cause more grief for all parties involved. Maybe then, Hyuk wouldn’t have gotten fatally stabbed. Maybe Hyuk wouldn’t dissociate, wouldn’t be considered invalid in the eyes of the public, having ‘lost the plot’. The should-haves and could-haves echo in Myungdae’s ears like his ghosts and if Myungdae thinks too hard about it, they’ll start piling the guilt one on top of another, like the stack of essays he still hasn’t graded. And when that happens, the stacks will climb higher and higher like Icarus until it inevitably burns and falls- )

So being in a relationship with Hyuk is not easy.

But it is simple.

Their relationship reminds Myungdae of a heist, except not as nearly meticulously calculated. But the principle is ultimately the same- watch your back and watch your partner’s back. If your partner needs help, even if you can’t do anything, be there for them. Or in Myungdae’s case, in the aftermath.  Wounds are like cats- easy to see, harder to catch in the moment.

Of course, simply being there is a plan too vague for the Black Knight’s standards. It’s a concept with one too many external factors and one too many uncertainties to consider.

And yet somehow, their relationship works.. Actually, it might be even more painless than any heist. Sure, the obstacles come unexpectedly, but the solutions don’t require nearly as much finesse. As a matter of fact, the most effective solutions to their obstacles are much…simpler. Less thinking, more doing in the moment.

For example, Myungdae needs to bolt? Well he can do it, but Hyuk’s going to have to follow him or at the very least find his hiding spot once the smoke bomb has cleared up. Hyuk needs space after an episode of derealization? Catch Myungdae lingering just around the corner, waiting to be let in. Myungdae doesn’t mind the wait either.

He’s always been good at abiding for time- most times.

There’s still more to figure out about each other though. It’s not like they can go back five years. And no single conversation is going to give Myungdae everything he needs to know about his dear…friend? Partner?

( Myungdae decides he’s not going to think about that right now- he’s also not going to say anything about it to anyone. Nell and Alfred already have their suspicions, and god forbid if Quinn and Taiyang found out. Myungdae already wants to stab the latter two whenever they cross paths. And he doesn’t need one more tempting reason. Not that he thinks Hyuk would mind too much- okay, maybe Hyuk would. A quirk of being part of law enforcement, but no one’s perfect. )

Besides, Hyuk reveals himself in layers- like a book, one page at a time. It’s an incorrect metaphor, the open book one, Myungdae can’t help but think. An open book implies all the facts and details laid out, plain and easy to interpret. That’s no book. Or at least not a novel- to read a novel and understand it in its entirety takes more than one read-thru. It takes turning one page at a time, studying every scene and word to comprehend how it contributes to the whole, making careful annotations in the margins, and recalling the most vivid of phrases and moments to truly know a book.

And isn’t that what Myungdae and Hyuk have been doing all this time?

Granted, once more, that isn’t to say it’s been easy. Old habits are, well, the cliché could not be more accurate- old habits die hard. Like how Hyuk still zones out for hours on end without saying a word to anyone and how he’s given up on art in favor of reading and rereading files with yellowed papers on cases that have lost relevance years ago. Or how Myungdae refuses to show skin in front of anyone and how he barely reads and  reads only for necessity.

Or how they both still have nightmares. 

Sharpened teeth need to sink in somewhere. If not someone else, then themselves. Maybe those habits will never die. Maybe even if they have each other, they’ll never be okay, never be whole once more.

Nevertheless-

“Your hair’s getting long,” Myungdae murmurs, hand carding through Hyuk’s hair. It’s a Sunday at an hour too early to be awake and of course, they’re in Hyuk’s office. Myungdae didn’t sleep well the previous night and he suspects it’s the same for Hyuk, from the way he couldn’t stop moving. Or the way Myungdae heard him gasp in the middle of the night, only to curl a little tighter against him on the sofa bed.

( Of the new couch- the old one, that two seater with deflated green cushions and scratchy fabric that must have been repurposed from a potato sack, Hyuk had replaced not too long ago. Myungdae won’t admit that he likes the new one- a three seater with chenille fabric that can fold out into a bed- more now that he’s had time to get accustomed. )

Hyuk grumbles, head in Myungdae’s lap. “It already is.” His arm loosely draped around Myungdae’s waist, Hyuk peeks up at him. Myungdae can see the lines under sleep deprived eyes.  “Do you like actually being a pigeon? It’s too early, Dae-yah.” A warm hand finds purchase on Myungdae’s hip as Hyuk groans, groggy. “Lie down.” 

Next to me, Myungdae can hear from the breeze blowing in. The lilies of the valley on the window sill jingle, tinkling and singing.

“You should get it trimmed.” Myungdae says instead, fingers tangling themselves between the strands of hair. They’re smooth. Fresh-smelling too like his shampoo. “It’ll get in your way.”

Hyuk flips to his back and looks up at Myungdae. “Don’t need to.”

“It falls over your eyes when you’re reading.” An observation, on Myungdae’s part. Hyuk grumbles.

“Doesn’t matter.” Which is translation for ‘I’m fine’. But Myungdae knows this is Hyuk’s way of saying, ‘I don’t want to.’

‘I can’t.’ 

Myungdae tilts his head, thinking as his fingers knead down to the scalp. What would make Hyuk steer away from hairdressers? How does this connect to the full picture of his dear friend now?

There are still so many things he has to learn about Lee Hyuk.

“...What If I did it?”

Hyuk raises a brow and suddenly, the window where the lilies of the valley sit looks very tempting to jump through.  It would take him, say, eleven seconds to through the window if he doesn’t grab his jacket with the smoke bombs along the way. 

“Do you even know how to cut hair?” Hyuk asks. It’s not a ‘yes’ but it’s not a ‘no’ either. 

It’s a silly overreaction, Myungdae realizes he just had. Myungdae could ask Hyuk a question and Hyuk would give him the truth. This is the way it’s always been- they don’t, or rather they can’t lie to each other. Sooner or later, the truth comes out and that’s a lesson Myungdae has been learning the hard way. 

They probably need to have a conversation about that sooner or later.

But once again, it is a Sunday at an hour way too early to be awake. This time, they can take the detour. Hyuk might think there’s no time like the present these days, but Myungdae is more than content to take the roundabout way.

“If I can use a sword, a pair of scissors can’t be any worse.” Myungdae says. It’s a half-lie. Hyuk still looks at him skeptically. “I’ll cut straight- you won’t lose more than a few inches.”

Hyuk huffs, a loose strand still landing in front of his eyes. Myungdae tucks it behind his ear. “...I’ll think about it. But on one condition-” Myungdae yelps. Rolling off of his lap, Hyuk half-coaxes, half-wrestles him into the spot next to him. Alarm rolls in, only to recede once Hyuk’s hand presses against his back and Myungdae is once more face-to-face with his dear friend.

“We rest for longer.” Hyuk finally finishes, triumphant.

“We’ll have to get up soon.” Myungdae points out. “Nell is no good in the kitchen. Hiro’s going to complain.”

Hyuk huffs. “They can wait a few hours. Who gets up at six on a Sunday morning, huh? Huh?”

Myungdae snorts, a hand carding through Hyuk’s hair, his fingertips padding against his scalp. Hyuk leans into it and sighs in approval. “Okay. Just a few more hours then. We can get up later.” 

Yes, between the two of them, they still have a lot of problems and no actual solutions: ANACHRON is still at large, Hyuk’s caseload never dies down, and the Black Knight still has heists to execute. 

Hyuk still zones out and Myungdae still doesn’t relax for any occasion. But at the same time, Hyuk doodles more now and his derealization episodes come around less often. And Myungdae sometimes wears short-sleeved shirts and will even pick up a short story to read for leisure.

It’s not quite perfect, but it’s progress.

The lilies of the valley tinkle in the sunlight. Myungdae presses closer to Hyuk- maybe they’ll never go back to the way they were before, maybe they’ll never have something easy, but if they have each other, they can be something like okay, one day.

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fin.

#turn your lies into truths for you ( hyuk — verse two. ) #the knight ( verse two. ) #jeoseungsaja #ALEX!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRIEND!!!! #pls accept this little something from me <3 <3 <3 #i'm so so SO grateful to be able to call you my friend and to be considered ur friend #and i'm very sure many of your partners ( and our mutuals ) would agree!! #absolutely a joy to see whether ic or ooc; WRITE WITH ALEX OR FACE MY 🔪🔪🔪 #( i borrowed it from myungdae he said 'talk to my b(f)f or i'll 🔪🔪🔪 you' JFLKSDJFLSKDJF JKJK ) #of course this is hyurick themed - this year i gave myungdae the chance to talk #and he?? ran with it <3 #i put this in the future when they get together/are reunited #so i hope it's okay that i jumped a bit in the timeline <3 #of course nothing here has to be considered canon....i was also just thiinking about the haircut thingy we talked about once #AND THIS?? happened :'D #ANYWAYS MOST IMPORTANTLY!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEX MY DEAR FRIEND <3 <3 <3 #i hope 2day is a wonderful day 4 you and that you get to relax a lot with friends and family/doing the things you want to do <3 #and if not i will curbstomp the fates 😤😤😤 #OKAY HAVE A WONDERFUL BESTEST BIRTHDAY OKAY??? :DDD

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Hi, i saw that your requests are open so may i request childe and diluc (seperate) finding out their s/o is immortal for the first time? (long time s/o died a pretty bad death and turned immortal for backgrounddetail if needed) Like s/o took a bad hit and they thought they were dead till they see they are alright and the injury is gone all a sudden ? Have a good day !!

Guys I’m watching a mocumentary that’s called ‘What we do in the shadows’ and its literally the best thing rn

Pairings; (Separate) Diluc, and Childe x reader

Warning(s); Wounds, swearing

Keep reading under the cut!

Diluc

You and Diluc are going about his ‘Definitely not Dark Night Hero’ shenanigans when you’re surrounded by two abyss mages of the deadly combo. Hydro and Cryo

You get his a handful of times causing yourself to freeze before you’re knocked to the other side of the clearing you and Diluc are battling on into a tree, by one axe wielding mitchachurl

The bastard

Quickly knocking down the foes Diluc runs up to you an unimaginable amount of pain rushing through his veins as his brain thinks of every possible way you could be dead

You would have to be at that point

“Fuck” you groan as you roll over. You make eye contact with Diluc who seems tense

“You should be dead” he half whisper yells at you, he doesn’t want to speak too loudly in case you suddenly perish on him

“Been there done that” you respond massaging your stomach “I’m gonna be sore for a few days” you add not yet bothering to answer Diluc’s unspoken question

“How?” he asks. You shake your head

“Let’s get me home and I’ll explain some things” you tell him with a soft smile

And that’s what you do. Diluc gets you set up in bed with a cup of tea all while holding off his questions

“I’m immortal” you announce between your sips of tea “Like an archon, but I think they can be killed in battle” you add looking to your partner

Diluc processes, he processes for a while. You’re someone who’s led more lifetimes than him, and yet still chose him to love? What happens when you eventually do die?

“I should have told you earlier in truth” you admit before sighing “But, I just wanted to be seen as a mortal. Not some kind of machine” you add with a chuckle. 

Diluc snaps out of his processing to take your hands “You are the most important thing to me [name]” Diluc confesses “If you want to continue to be seen the same way I always have then I will” he smiles

“Please”

Childe

“Come on [name], is that the best you can do?” Childe tempts drawing the string of his bow

“Depends how much fight you’ve got left hot stuff” you wink running at the harbinger with your sword raised high

Childe parries and shoots an arrow that misfires into your leg

“Oh it’s on pretty boy” you growl putting your hand on the arrow

“[name]! Wait don’t pull it..” you yank the arrow out before Childe has time to finish and you get back into stance ignoring the blood trailing out your leg. Childe takes a second longer to get back into stance 

“You’re holding back” you breath into Childes ear when you get close enough

“You’re hurt” he retorts, you scoff and roll your eyes

“Try and hurt me cutie, you can’t” you tease

The teasing and the fight goes on a while longer. Childe is sure he’s punctured your skin more than once, but your body is free from blemishes. The only indication of the stab wounds are ribbed clothes and dried blood

Childe decides to use his water whale to down you and to test your abilities

So here you are, soaking wet after an attack that almost always kills his enemies.

“You’re the first person that isn’t phased by my whale attack” Childe furrows his brow as he speaks. You grin at him

“It’s just water, could barely drown a fly” you tease with a wink

“It’s killed many people [name]” he sulks sitting beside you

“Might be to do with my immortality”

“Your what?”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #diluc x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #diluc #childe #tartaglia

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Whump Idea:

Fast-healing whumpees. Maybe a bit cliche, common, but a loved trope by many. But, beware, I am not talking about immortal whumpees.

But the concept is probably going to be very similar if not identical soooo....

Also, has some possibly triggering whump like self-harm and the like. Be safe and I hope a tagged everything.

Fast-healing whumpees: Hero edition

The hero's team does not allow hero to go to the medic. After all, they will heal in a couple hours, so why waste medical supplies and beds?

The hero chooses not to go to the medic. They'll just lie on their bed, maybe guzzle down a few painkillers, and sleep off the injury. Piece of cake.

The hero ends up becoming desperate for care. They see their teammates gettibg cared for: the soft hands of touch, the obvious love and care... desperation because there is no need to have it.

On that thought, the hero begins to get jealous. Jealous that their teammate can be fed by hand, swarmed over, cuddled and held because who cares that Hero needs a kind touch? Who cares because they do their job and can move on to the next.

Or maybe, the team does care. They care about Hero's mental well-being, and maybe the hero does too! But that wouldn't be too much fun for us whump lovers, would it?

So, twisting that example above, the team cares, but hero doesn't. The team gives hugs, cuddles, care, but Hero despises it. They don't need it, so why get it?

The hero pushes themself because they can. They can push themself to the point of having limps torn off because even though it hurts and even though they can die, it is much less likely than their team.

S.A.C.R.F.I.C.E... imagine the dilemma. "Hand yourself over and I will not hurt your loved ones"... classic... But, the real question is: Does the Hero give themself up? In all honesty, they should. Unless the whumper put a knife down their trachea, they would survive the merciless torture.

Add betrayal into that sacrifice and you have a nice piece of whump (not that it won't be cool without it, but it is indeed a win-win). The question to this example? Hero can take it, might as well give them up instead of the more vulnerable heroes. Oooooo maybe we can have a villain caretaker... fluff fans, here is your ticket.

Now, my lovely villain whumpee friends (including me) here is the moment we've all been waiting for *devilishly rubs hands together* hehe:

Villain has no one to begin with. I mean, we all can guess why, but the poor guy/gal, they are hurt, alone, crying because in a couple hours they will have to do it all again.

The heroes capture Villain as their bodyguard? Weapon? Who cares the reason for capture, every reason that the heroes may give will of course be whumpy, but the effect of the reason is the jackpot. The heroes send pet or weaponized villain whumpee to fight their battles. They may come home half-dead, but tomorrow they will be fine so who cares.

A lot like our arrogant hero friend, Villain pushes themself. They push themself to their limits to get what they want. Do they care about their personal health? Probably not... they were gifted with this wonderul ability. But will they be thinking this upon laying on a bed, alone, and delirious in pain from a injury that should've killed them? Well we'll see...

A spin off to the one above. What if the Villain's goal is not theirs? A whole new can of sugary sweets, we have the merciless Supervillain, Hero, etc etc commanding the whole whump (other than you my wonderous Crowned King/Queen Whumper of Whump)... but of course, like almost every example given... They. Don't. Care. See a trend?

Villain pushes away all love and care. There is no need and they would rather live in a hole a misery than give into those oh so tempting arms of mercy and generosity. *breaks own legs so they can't get to those arms*... they'll be healed in a few hours, days at most, anyways.

Villain is a scientist who loves to study the human body. Maybe they have morals, but the reasoning for not experimenting on a humanoid lab rat does not really matter in essence (maybe, a good reason thought may just give me whumperflies), but they experiment on themself. Not taking painkillers so they can think straight as they cut their own body, they endure the pain to only pass out when it is done. They may be able to heal, but blood loss is not cool for anyone.

A whumper kidnaps Villain's partner. In exchange for their loved ones life, Villain has to take the punishment. Of course they agree. 1.) They don't have any reason to not, they aren't a lifesaving hero after all and 2.) They will be able to heal. Bonus point: It's a trick, the loved one is still tortured. Bonus bonus: They are constantly tortured so they are never given the chance to heal (imagine the physical shock because they never had to deal with long term injuries before) Bonus Bonus BONUS: the loved one tortures the villain for days, weeks, months... years. Ohhhh boy the metal torture on both! (Maybe said loved interest is Hero... shhhhhh *loud whispers that are practically screams of delight)

Villain does have people to care for them. Villain does have a special henchman, or that certain civilian caretaker, but some days, the caretaker is too busy to give the villain whumpee any comfort. So, in turn, they are left to deal with a should-be-mortal wound by themself... for once.

Villain is sick and tired of this. A so-called gift is a curse. Especially when their foe knows about it. This foe makes sure to really hurt villain because they eill be okay. It's not like they can die from twenty stab wounds... it is practically a scratch, the foe believes. Little does this sociopath foe know, it isn't. Twenty stab wounds still hurt like twenty stab wounds, healing factor or not.

Well this was fun to write.

No other comment.

#villain whumpee #hero whumpee #whump tropes #whumper #torture tw #writing #heros and villains #pet whumpee #weapon whumpee #forced work #tw self harm #fast healing whumpee #whump

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Treasure Hunter AU

I binged watch the Mummy trilogy while i had no wifi/internet for a while and I had an idea for a treasure hunter Mari with Daminette.

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Damian was bored.(age: 22-28 years old.)

At a gala party.

Meets Marinette who was equally bored.(abt the same age as D)

He finds out she was the finder of this famous artifact on display.

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Damian tugged at his collar, scanning the crowd. His father needed a plus one to show up with and everyone else were busy.

He grabbed a champagne flute and made his way to the edge of the room.

He found a woman in a black evening gown, looking as bored as he felt. short dark hair. Blue eyes.( I suck at describing people after the third time doing it. It feels overrated)

"Hello, stranger. You bored with mingling in with the assholes on their high horses?"

"Should I be offended?"

"We will see. Depends on you."

"How about you? A beautiful lady like you not kissing up their asses to climb the social ladder. That is strange."

She made a face. "Trust me. I don't want to be here but my friend wanted family time so I came in his place. What about you? Why are you here?"

"I am pretty sure my father wanted someone to get him out if the vultures came too close."

"Vultures, adept descriptions. I am glad no one realized who I am yet or i would be in their claws."

"Who are you representing, anyways?"

"Myself but Adrien or Kagami usually comes in my place but tonight, they have their son's play to go to."

"Adrien and Kagami. Aren't they the Agreste-Tsrungi?"

"Yep."

"You are the Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Globe trotting Treasure hunter and also world-class designer, MDC."

"Now you know. What's your name, handsome stranger?"

"You don't know?"

"Hey. Like you said globetrotting treasure hunter. I am not up-to-date on the news front. And when I am in Paris to do designer stuff, i am too busy to look at the news."

He gave her his hand, "Damian Wayne. Son of Bruce Wayne who is a billionaire and owns Wayne Enterprise."

She shook it.

"Pleased to meet you."

She stills design but like sent her designs to Adrien at least once every month, who had rebranded Gabriel to Miraculous Designs.

Some ppl thinks he did it to spite his father, who is in jail. Adrien and Mari has a partnership thing.

Mari also makes clothes but for a few months. And the rest of the time is spent travelling.

Exclusive designs from MDC are rare but the designs hand made by her are rarer so they are like a really big deal. They have the most amazing details. Really expensive and limited edition.

The rest of the time Mari spends finding Miraculouses (Miraculi ?) lost in the world so if she happens to find a few priceless artifacts that aren't the Miraculous. She donates it.

Alix helps and sometimes go find them with her.

She has Tikki and Plagg and maybe Wyazz all the time to look for curses and counter it.

She has also met John Constantine. They have an arrangement of sorts. A few magical artifacts that doesn't have to Miraculous business are given to him in exchange for any miraculous stuff he has or found.

Adrien funds her trips.

He is married to Kagami.

Kagami goes with Mari and Alix for a few months sometimes. Adrien likes being a stay at home dad.

Their kid is named Marin/Martin because it was Mari who got them together.

The few trips Mari dragged him on was enough to make him stay behind and run the business.

(Back to the story) Damian fangirled a little because Mari had been doing stuff like this since she was 18.

It was an amazing reputation she has.

She invites him to her next trip after questioning his skill sets.

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"Are you good with heights, dark scary places and adventuring into the unknown?"

"Yes"

"You any good with guns, swords, knives, booby traps and keeping calm under pressure?"

"Yes. I have many experiences with them."

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Yes. Why are you asking me this?"

"Wanna join me on my next trip to the jungle of China? There are myths about some hidden temple."

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Damian was a little conflicted.

He hadn't have the chance to explore the world much. He had been somewhere else for a mission (for the League of Shadows or JL business) but never for pleasure.

Being a vigilante by night and working at Wayne Enterprise by day gets a little boring after some years.

His brothers had a chance to travel the world on their own for a while. Sure, for reasons other than sight-seeing and looking for something to break out of the rut he was in. But still.

This was an exciting opportunity but a tad suspicious.

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"Why me?"

She looked surprised at that.

"Oh. Well, my friends enjoy coming with me on my adventures, treasure hunting and all that every now and then except Adrien but they have other things in their life to come with me all the time. I can mostly survive on my own most of the time but it gets lonely travelling on my own and it's nice if someone is there to watch my back. I understand if you don't want to come. It's just that I enjoy your company and you aren't like those assholes on their high horses. My gut feeling says I can trust you. You are not after the treasure or see it as one big game. You are looking for an escape. You would definitely catch me if I fall. As you know from my choice of friends, i have a bad habit of pulling rich kids from their stuffy lifestyle and take them on potentially life-threatening adventures." She joked. Then she lowered her voice, "Besides, it might be handy having a former assassin around."

She said in Arabic.

His hand went to his hidden knife and found it not there.

"Looking for this?" She said, holding it.

"How much do you know?" He hissed back in the same language.

"Relax," she gave back the knife, "my mother was one and I have accidentally came across a few in my adventures. I know one when i see one. I took a stab in the dark with your middle-eastern background. Speaking of, you know Talia Al Ghul by any chance."

He narrowed his eyes.

"She's my mother. Why?"

"You look like her. Met her a few times. Nice lady but scary. Mine's Sabine Cheng, goes by the Blue Reaper." She said it so casually like their parents weren't dangerous deadly assassins and had normal jobs.

"You aren't normal, are you?"

"What gave it away?"

"That you willingly gave away blackmail material to me."

"Normal people don't have assassins for mothers. And you and me aren't exactly meeting the minimum standards for normal. Besides, I just told you a family secret that you would have found out anyways with a through background search and a little digging. So far all I know about you is that your parents are Talia Al Ghul and Bruce Wayne-I wonder how an assassin got together with a billionaire-, you are a former League of Shadows assassin, you are great with weapons, keeping secrets and so far meeting the criteria for an adventure buddy. That's all I swear. And that you have some pets. A cat, maybe."

"How you know about my cat?!"

"Cat hair on your clothes." She was good. "If it will ease your mind about me, you can ask me 5 questions that I will truthfully answer. "

"So why are you doing this?"

"That's question 1. Well, I really want whatever this is between us to work. Partners, Friends, Companions, Comrades. Whatever you want to call it. Like I said, I get lonely sometimes and need some human interaction to at least keep myself sane. You looked like you want to be somewhere else and I thought this is perfect. I am not going to tell anyone about you or push you to join me. I swear on my mother's sword."

"Are we killing anybody?"

"Mostly I try to avoid that as much as possible. Sometimes I get into situations with no other alternative. " She looked away guiltily.

"Fair enough."

"Not judging me for that. That's a first for me."

"I am a former assassin and have killed before. I have no right to condemn you for your past."

"How much are you willing to tell me about this hidden temple?"

"That has to do with a secret. I would tell you more when there are less ears around. But this temple was said to hold a magic jewel that grants some powers and it is located really deep in the jungle. Getting there might take months."

"You forgot to mention that last one."

"Oh yeah. You think you can get away for some months. This kind of stuff usually takes a while. Like I said before, no pressure. Anyway, 2 questions left."

"What's my salary?"

"Aren't you a billionaire?"

"My father is. I have a trust fund and I get a salary for doing my job at the company. You are lucky that I just finished with most of my assigned projects so I might be able to come."

"I am so sorry about just assuming things about you. You can say no to the offer. The temple is said to hold some other treasures but I mainly want the jewel. We could auction off a few bits and pieces. I usually just donate them to museums and universities or sell them to those who really appreciate the history. I would also pay for the entire expenses for the trip."

"Can I think about this?"

"Sure. Here's my number. I leave on the 1st of next month. Gimme an answer a week before that so I can make the proper arrangements. It has been fun talking to you, Damian."

She walked away, going towards the buffet table.

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Back in the car on the way home to the manor.

Bruce asked, "Who were you talking to for that long?"

"Who?"

"The one that gave you her number."

"Oh. MDC. She invited me to join her in China next month to find some hidden temple."

"She did?"

"Yes. Not only that she found out about mother and know what I did before I came here. She doesn't know about Batman, Robin or Crow. And she said she wasn't going to blackmail me but just wanted a companion to go with her. Ideally, it would be best to silence her before she digs any further into me but I trust her. I sincerely believe that she meant it when she said that she's not going to tell on me. And I am really tempted to take up on it."

"What do you want to do?"

"On one hand, i would be gone for months so there won't be Crow in Gotham for a while and I have a few projects I need to finish up. On the other hand. Father, I have been a vigilante for over 10 years now and I haven't really done much out besides that, school and now work. I have appreciated all you have done for me over the years. But I want to go with her. Do something that is not connected to Batman or Wayne or Al Ghul. Just a little something different for myself."

"You can go if you want. I am not going to stop you. I will make arrangements so the projects would be done by someone else. The others can cover your patrols. You are still young so it is understandable to want some fun every now and then."

"Thank you, Father."

Bruce put his hand on his shoulder.

"I am proud of you as Crow and as Damian Wayne. But if you want to go find some hidden temple in China just for a break from this life, to be just Damian, go for it. There are worse things you could do. Just tell me if you are going to go on any future trips like that." (I don't know DC much, sorry if that is a little OOC but I like good dad! Bruce.)

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Damian dialed the number on the card.

"Hello"

"I accept your offer, miss MDC."

"Damian? Right, text me your email address. I will sent you things you would need to pack and flight details. And can you come by to the Gotham Rose Hotel tomorrow? I will give more details on the temple."

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Damian comes by the hotel.

Marinette tells him of the kwamis and miraculous and makes him swear to not tell anyone unless they already know.

The hidden temple actually might have a miraculous.

Damian gets a little interested in the akuma situation she mentioned.

Mari doesn't say anything about it much.

When he got back, he goes to the Bat-computer and did some digging.

Ladybug looks a little familiar. Pulls up younger picture of Mari and look at that, she used to be a superhero.

Wonder Woman was kept informed of things and made sure no one goes to Paris without her knowing.

Zatanna helped capture the villain Hawkmoth and end his 2 year reign.

Fast forward, they are in Beijing now, sleeping off jetlag.

The next morning, They get out of the city somehow to the city limits and somewhere remote.

Mari uses Kalki and transports them to the jungle.

They set up camp. Cue Campfire stories.

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"I thought getting here would take months."

"No actually, finding the temple would. According to my research and the map I copied through less than legal means, it is somewhere in this general area. There used to a city around here too and the king or emperor pissed off some powerful priest or wizard, take your pick. There was a curse. The city crumbled down and the temple is the only thing standing because the king went there and prayed to the gods for protection. The one who answered his prayers and protected the temple in doing so the king was pressed into service of the god. The king did everything the god said for a while but later, he started to hate it and began disobeying the orders. The god cursed him for his disobedience. The temple he was protected in became his tomb and he was tasked to protect the chest inside the temple for the rest of eternity. Anyone who opens the chest would gain the ultimate power to rule the earth. Thankfully, we are not after the chest. Some powerful crack-head with a misused miraculous tried to find it and open the chest for more power. But he never returned. My theory is that the miraculous is still in the temple. As long as we don't wake up the king or go for the chest, we would be okay."

"What are the guns for? And How did you get them past security?"

"In case of emergencies, an army of undead was mentioned and guns are surprisingly good repellent. Well, most of the time. It's useless if there is a no weapons can kill 'it' rule. Then, it's just a stress reliever. I kept them in a pocket dimension. Makes it easier to get around."

Damian vowed to never let Marinette meet Jason. Judging by the pile of guns and occasional knives and other weapons she took out of the brown satchel which apparently holds a pocket dimension, Jason would adopt her. He wondered if that was all that was inside in.

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They packed up and started searching the jungle for hidden temple.

It was a month and a half before they found it.

They bonded a lot during that time.

They had a moment after drinking a little alcohol which Mari has in the pocket dimension. Or Drank a lot of alcohol and had sex.

It was awkward and they both agree to not talk about it again.

Soon after, they found the temple. But it is still a little far away.

But the temple is not the only thing they found. They also found a campsite with many people milling around. Some of them carried guns.

Somewhat rich bastard who overheard their conversation at the gala. Heard treasure and found out where Mari's next expedition is.

Had the help of some scholar who wants to be famous for the greatest find since King Tut.

They found the temple even though they had no magical help, they left 2 weeks before Mari did, so yeah.

Rich Bastard's name is 'Philip Anderson'(This sounds familiar to me for some reason and I can't find out why.) and Scholar is 'Harry Scott'

They have armed bodyguards and some 'hired' help to get the treasure.

Anderson is still rich but his company had been getting losses the past 2 years and this is a quick, easy get rich scheme.

Mari and Damian: "Rich asshole on his high horse."

Anderson doesn't know about the chest but Mari and Damian thinks he does and it was what he was after.

They set up camp a little further ahead of Anderson's

Unfortunately, they were found by Harry. Somehow.

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I am going to continue this when I am more awake.

#damian x marinette #daminette #maribat #mlb x dc #treasurehunter! Mari #explorer!Mari #there isn't much of this

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Kiss Marks, Not Bruises

A/N: this is such a cute idea and I almost missed it because I posted it saying I would write it straight away but I’ve been very busy since then so I haven’t really had a chance to, but here I am now! Anyway, hope you enjoy it!

Requested by: @skellytrash​

Despite snowflakes beginning to casually litter the grounds of the BPRD, you couldn’t stop the flurry growing inside of you. Worry etched into your features as you paced the garden. A pair of robins flitted past, a brief reminder of what, or rather who, you were waiting for.

“Agent Y/L/N!” Manning shouting out of a window from above you. “They’re back.” the solemn tone laced into his words did little to cease your concern.

“Oh Abe…” you muttered to yourself before charging back into the federal building at full speed. Skidding around each and every corner, you apologised to every agent you bumped into, never stopping as you rushed to the medical wing.

Upon opening the heavy doors, you gasped at what was revealed.

“...Hello love.” Abe had been stripped of his uniform, leaving him in his swimming shorts with his wonderful blue skin on full display. Only this time instead of admiring it, you couldn’t help feeling tears fill your eyes at the sight of the many bruises dotted across his body.

“Abe? ...what on earth happened?” the air around you turned chilly as you tried to keep calm.

“I’m fine Y/N. Trust me when I say it could’ve been much worse.” Abe attempted to joke, although he wasn’t aware of the full extent of your worry.

“Don’t you think I already know that! Everytime you leave on a mission that doesn’t ‘require’ me, I worry. They tell me not to since emotion links directly into my powers but how can I not? What kind of partner would that make me? Honestly, I wish you’d never get hurt at all…” You started pacing for a short while until you broke down into short, quiet sobs.

“My love, I’m sorry...I didn’t know.” Abe silently slipped off of the bed, wrapping his webbed hands around your forearms. “Please, sit with me?” His gentle invitation encouraged the small flurry building around your form to dissipate. Having powers relating to snow and ice was such a fragile business.

Most days you could be just as dangerous as Liz. Not today, today you just felt...shaky.

“You only didn’t know because I refused to tell you...apparently keeping secrets and freezing people out of my life are the only two things I’m good at.” You replied bitterly. Abe chuckled to himself at that.

“And I know, better than anyone, that that is nowhere near true. Y/N...you are wonderful. You take such good care of me and all those around you. Before I met you...I didn’t know I was capable of loving another person so...much.” It was rare to see someone as eloquent as Abe, struggling with his words.

“I didn’t know anyone even wanted to try loving me...I was all alone in those mountains. I was so surprised to see anyone up there. Let alone you and the others.” Thinking back on the day that the BPRD had found you upon a desolate mountain, they were surprised you hadn’t froze to death. But the legends were true, people were scared to travel up those mountains because they believed a witch had laid a curse on it. Anyone who dared to travel up those icy paths would never return...and if they did, they would never be the same.

Those legends were only half true. You had travelled up those mountains nearly half your life when you were a young girl. One day, you went up there and discovered an old woman, struggling to move. Thinking the worst, you took her back to your village and nursed her back to health. When the woman awoke she thanked you for your kindness, yet when she discovered you were all alone in the cottage she asked where your parents were. Telling her your parents had died and that you were an orphan hadn’t bothered you as much as it did her.

So, when she told you she was a witch, you weren’t surprised either. She offered to train you since you were ‘pure of heart’. But as you grew older and the witch’s grip on reality loosened, you realised, pretty soon, she was going to be leaving you all alone again. After that, you ventured into the mountains, hoping to never be seen again. Shooing away anyone who came close. Tempting yourself with friendship was something you couldn’t bear...not anymore.

That was until you saw him...your Abe. His appearance didn’t phase you at first, but he was freezing to death so you calmed down your flurry. The last thing you wanted to do was kill a literal fish out of water. Once he saw you, he thought he was dead. Claiming aloud that you were an angel, you couldn’t help letting out a little giggle, discouraging his claim.

Hellboy almost knocked you out after he saw what happened, he almost jumped the gun, thinking you were about to murder one of his closest friends. When in reality, you were just helping him up and out of the snow.

Keeping calm whilst falling in love with Abe surprised you. The emotions stirring within you set off a few more alarming new powers, but nothing you couldn’t easily cover up. Being in love brought out the best of you, little did you know, Abe was under your spell almost as much as you were under his.

Which is probably why it hurt so much more to see him like this. Love brought so many wonderful things along with it, but loving someone who got hurt on almost a regular basis felt like someone was stabbing at your own heart.

“Y/N...I’ve lived a long time and I’ve never loved anyone the same way I love you.” Abe’s sincerity brought tears of pure happiness to your eyes, even if your heart was still hurting. Wanting to show him that same amount of love, you began with pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Watching the skin under your lips turn a light purple, you grinned at his blush. Pulling away, you bit your lip at the sight of the lipstick mark. It was a light pink, despite the powers you possessed you always tried to contradict them with a more summery attire.

Preferring the way it looked upon Abe’s skin, you began to decorate many different spots with the same mark. Hearing a giggle bubble up in his throat, you hummed at his reaction to your affection. Usually you were the one who would melt under his. But today you had been so worried and you weren’t going to waste another moment.

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Little did you know Hellboy was walking towards the medical wing with a bunch of files Manning had gifted him. He needed help and of course, the first person he was gonna ask was his best buddy Abe.

“Hey Abe, old pal could you help-” after opening the door, Hellboy discovered a flustered Abe covered in lipstick marks with you sat next to him with an innocent look rendered useless by your smudged lips.

“...I’ll come back later.” HB chuckled to himself, closing the door.

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BNHA: Kakashi dimension hops crossover (2)

Summary: Kakashi gets dumbed into the My Hero Academia universe through random plot devise.

Characters:  Kakashi Hatake

Fandoms: My Hero Academia and Naruto

WARNINGS: Mentions of violence/injury

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Life in his hospital bed passes slowly while he waits for his chakra to replenish. Always a sluggish process for Kakashi. With nothing to do, nowhere to go and a significant lack of motivation to find either, there is a lot of time to think. Too much time. With what was shaping up to be the fourth great shinobi war, there was no time for reflection or resting. To suddenly have this much downtime thrust upon him is throwing him through a loop. And he doesn’t even have his periodic trips to the memorial as a distraction. If only Sakura could see him now, resting and recuperating like a good injured shinobi.

Doctor Wada, the ever-attentive physician, returns a few more times to ask more questions and offer more reassurances. He seems set on his theory that Kakashi’s yet to be properly identified quirk was the cause of his memory problems. Kakashi runs through a sweet of memory and vision tests. A baseline for later testing when his eye is healed he is told.

“The police have a few questions regarding your situation. With your permission, they would like to conduct an interview,” says Wada on Kakashi’s third day of being officially awake, “Of course, as your doctor, I have the final say in the matter so if you would rather wait just say the word.”

Kakashi gives another bland smile, “Ah, you are too kind.” Police…as in, an authority the dealt with civilian conflict? “I think I’ll answer their questions. Wouldn’t want to stall an investigation.”

He had been wondering when or if he would be investigated. How similar would it be to Kohoha’s internal police force?

“Humph. If you think you’re ready for it.”

He maintains his smile. It was as good an opportunity as any to continue gathering information with the bonus of breaking up the monotony of waiting in a hospital bed for his injuries to heal. Doctor Wada spends the rest of the check-up muttering about pushy police officers and how underappreciated his medical opinion was.

..

The two men that come to question him are wearing matching uniforms which are very telling of the sort of organisation they belong to. White and dark blue. Not made to camouflage or reinforce. Restrictive seaming around the arms, preventing any extreme movement. Their shoes are sturdy but inflexible with heavy soles. Manurable but not designed for any excessive combat. Not a uniform you would give a force intended to physically subdue threats. Whereas Konoha’s police force was comprised mainly of genin and chunin, these men were closer to civilians in pure physical ability. Ah, but he is beginning to suspect that this was the norm here. The people here were softer in a way that was hard to define. 

Kakashi watches them approach, seated upright in his bed, hands resting loose in his lap, aiming it create an impression harmlessness. One good thing to have come from agreeing to this interview was getting his own private hospital room. Now there was no one around to raise an alarm if something went wrong and he was forced to act.

“Good morning,” The older one of the two starts, politely dipping his head, “Kakashi was it?”

“Hmm,” he smiles, “Morning.” There is a pause like they are waiting for him to give his last name. He doesn’t.  

“Well,” The man clears his throat, “I am officer Takata Toyokazu, currently in charge of investigating the circumstances surrounding the assault on your person.” An ID card, very similar to Konoha’s own ID cards is presented, “This is my partner. We’re from Hosu’s Central Police and we have a few questions if you don’t mind answering them for us.”

“Ah,” Kakashi eyes the ID, lamenting the fact that his sharingan is covered under a swatch of bandages and thus inaccessible without obvious movement, “I am afraid my memory just isn’t all there. Apologies in advance if my responses are lacking.”

He lets a little humour leak into his tone. It was time to do a little prodding and gauged how this place's ‘police’ conducted their investigations.

“Yes. We were informed about your memory problems.” The two share an obvious glance and there is a definite note of scepticism there. “Nevertheless, any information would be appreciated.”

“Of course.”  He easily agrees, shrugging, projecting an air of casual nonchalance.

Takata blinks “Right,” and Kakashi can practically see his brain stalling, “Well, you were found on the corner of First and Eleventh street in Hosu’s Central Business District. Would you say this is accurate?”

Kakashi thinks for an exaggerated moment, “I do remember a lot of people. I think someone called for help?”

“You were picked up in an ambulance yes. Do you remember what happened before that?”

“Hmm, I was attacked…there were a lot of trees.” He nods like he has just delivered a useful bit of intel.

“Trees?” Is the deadpan response.

“You know…tall plants with leaves and a….”

“We know what trees are. So, you were in a place with a lot of trees before you were in Hosu’s business district.”

“Probably.”

“A park maybe? There are a few around Hosu. Do remember anything else. Distinctive landmarks?”

“Ah,” he waits for a beat, “No.”

Kakashi is the subject of a disbelieving squint. “No names. Streets. Nearby locations?”

“Nope. All gone.” He says cheerfully and Takata’s brow twitches into an irritated frown.

“You were admitted with multiple stab wounds. Do you remember how you got them?”

He shrugs, “A knife probably.”

“Well, do you remember anything about who was holding the knife?”

“OH!” The two men startle at this sudden exclamation, “It was a man.”

There are a few seconds of silence. “What did the man look like?”

“I don’t remember that bit.”

This time he gets a very obvious frown. Apparently, realising that the current line of questioning is getting them nowhere, the officer motions to his partner and is handed a large envelope. After some shuffling around, a paper file is produced and flipped upright in Kakashi’s direction. It is a photograph of kunai, shuriken, senbon, razor wire and assortment of other weaponry he carried around on his person. He had wondered what the hospital had done with his stuff.

“These are the weapons found on your person when you were admitted to hospital. All confiscated. It’s illegal to carry these sorts of thrown weapons and knives in Japan.”

He scans the photo with interest. The image has his weaponry all laid out in neat lines.

“Really?” He is not even faking his curiosity this time. No one carried around any weapons at all? That wasn’t just a trend limited to the hospital? 

“Yes.” Comes the short response, “what were you using them for.”

“Oh, I don’t remember,” he says gleefully, “How scary.” And gets another round of scowls. After doggedly refusing to give more than vague answers and misdirection, the two increasingly frustrated men prepare to leave.

“If you do remember anything, please call.” A small paper card displaying a string of numbers is presented to him. “You’ll have to come down to the station and give an official statement once the hospital clears you as well so don’t forget. We’ll  get in contact if any arrests are made regarding the perpetrator.”

Kakashi knows enough about investigations to recognise that one, the two standing next to his bed were searching for some specific information and had found Kakashi’s responses lacking, and two, they had no idea who Kakashi was and knew even less about how he might have gotten here.

In the end, they just leave. No threats. No mind games. No attempts to arrest or move him to a secure location for further questioning. Nothing. Kakashi follows after the pair, pausing behind his door to listen to the two talk just outside his room. Officer Takata is obviously angry going of his slightly uneven breathing.

“That was a waste of time,” he grumbles.

“Do you think he was lying?”

“Oh, that smiley bastard definitely knows something more than he is letting on. Tch. Memory problems my ass…”

The is a pause before the younger man asks, “still think it’s connected to that Hero Killer sighting from a few days ago?”

“If he is telling the truth then no. The stabbing lines up with the Hero Killer’s MO but the target is all wrong. There is no Kakaski with a ‘sharingan’ quirk listed on the Registry or as any Hero, Sidekick or Hero agency employee. If he did have a run-in with the Hero Killer, it wasn’t targeted. Probably annoyed the guy into stabbing him if anything.”

There is the sound of footsteps as the two men begin to retreat down the hall.

“A dead-end then.”

“Yeah, looks like it.”

“What a shame. I thought for sure, what with the extent of the injuries, that this was a Hero Killer case. Perhaps it was another Villain? Or a vigilante maybe?”

“Who though? Hosu doesn’t have any active Vigilantes or big-name Villains. Not ones who go around stabbing people to that extent. You saw the hospital report. The man was seconds away from bleeding out and that head wound was obviously aimed at disabling his quirk.”

“Tch. Without any leads, we have nothing to go on. And if Kakashi is a Villain or criminal himself, there’s no evidence and nothing we can pin him with other than a fine for carrying banned weaponry.”

The voices grow fainter as the two walk further away from his room. They seemed suspicious but not overly concerned with Kakashi’s lies so it is not a huge surprise that nothing came of the interview. Despite their obvious irritation, their response had been ones of mild annoyance and moderate distrust. If either of them had had a kekkei genkai it hadn’t been used. Perhaps, their abilities weren’t suited to interrogation. Kakashi had been obtuse enough that surely, they would have been tempted if it were a possibility. It does conform to a general trend in which people underestimate his threat level, treating him  like a civilian. It was probably for the best.

Kakashi returns to his bed and stares at the paper card with the numbers. Obviously, they expected him to know what to do with it. Something to do with communication. Probably related to the small plastic devices nearly everyone in the building carried and spoke into on occasion. A radio of some sort. He had seen a few with numbers running across them. 

From the exchange, he has a few more points to consider and mull over. Villain. Hero. Vigilante. He knows these terms, has heard people in his ward mention them before and knows they are important in some way.

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Having a new room meant he needed to relearn everyone’s schedules.  While doing so, he finally pinpoints why the people here feel so off. They lacked a level of…weariness…vigilance…that was both hard to describe and hard to notice until it wasn’t there anymore. Kakashi eyes the young nurse as she enters his room yawning, fixing her hair up as she walks, talking over her shoulder at someone behind her.

He had always thought the civilians of Kohoha lived free from most trouble. Not completely relaxed but still having a calm enough life. Well, calm when the village wasn’t being invaded. Now, he is revaluating that opinion.  When compared with these people, Kohoha civilians were stiff, suspicious, almost paranoid. Konoha’s people had hardiness to them, a useful trait when living in a Hidden-Village. They were especially wearily when it came to interacting with shinobi no matter how banally and harmless the shinobi acted. It was an attitude to be expected when there was a very real chance of deadly injury should the shinobi be unfriendly or unstable. A very real possibility with all the war and ever-present threat of enemy invasion and chakra monster attacks.  

Or maybe that was just his own experience as he never really interacted with many civilians and he his reputation wasn’t great.

“Hello Kakashi, how are you this evening,” The nurse greets him with a relaxed grin. He gives his bland smile and watches as she checks the various medical apparatus around Kakashi’s bed.

“I talked to the ward supervisor about your television. It should be working now.”

“Is it?”

Kakashi knows what a television is…they had a few of them in T&I, used for surveillance, and for a few more for monitoring remote training grounds like 44’s Forest of Death.

“Here is the remote. There are quite a lot of channels so now you’ll have something to keep you entertained.” He stares at the metallic rectangle object. He thinks that there might be a cultural difference between his understanding of a television and the nurse’s because watching an interrogation was never something he found particularly entertaining.

“Maybe it will help jog your memory as well.” The nurse gives him an encouraging smile before returning to her work.

Kakashi examines the object, bemused, “Ah, thank you Ms.”

“My name is Iori Ie I handle this ward on weekday evenings. I’ll be happy to answer any other questions if you have any. Anything to make this transition process easier.” She is sincere in her next assurance, “Just you wait, by the time your injuries are healed, we’ll have you right back up to speed.”

Television is…interesting and somewhat baffling. It’s not that Kakashi hasn’t seen examples of this sort of technology before now, it is just the availability and use he finds strange. Whereas a sensible village might hoard any new technology of its own use, here it is distributed and shared without limit. There was one of these things in every patent’s room! The same went for the information it communicated. Information so undervalued there was almost too much of it. Kakashi gives up trying to make sense of anything a few days into gaining access to the television and its hundreds of ‘channels,’ pumping out a constant stream of information. Some of it was obviously fictional, movies, entertainment, but most of the time it was hard to tell if what he was looking at was staged or if he was misreading a cultural difference. There were ‘channels’ devoted to daily status updates, delivering ‘news’ on everything from the weather, local politics, villain attacks, general crime and everything in between.

One thing he does confirm is that he is nowhere near any hidden villages or even on the continent, maybe not even in the correct world. This place was separate. This village or city as it was called, consisted of millions in a country of billions. There were more people in ‘Hosu’ than there were in the whole Fire Country. A logistics nightmare for sure. No wonder security was so lax around the hospital. Kakashi shakes his head and ends up switching off the television. Never would he have thought that having too much intel could be a bad thing.

“Ms Iori how would I go about getting something to read,” he asks the next day. She seems to be genuinely happy about his sudden sudden request. Kakashi hasn’t spoken or interacted much since waking, to busy trying to gauge whether the people surrounding him were threats.

He ends up with a pile of old manga volumes detailing the heroic adventures of some up and coming Hero protagonist and a stack of thin ‘magazines’ belonging to the nurse’s grown up son. The magazines are full of Hero analysis, speculation, and rumour like some sort of super detailed self-defeating bingo-book.  He just…doesn’t understand why anyone would let this sort of information circulate.

At least now he has a better idea about what a Hero and Villain was. A Hero was this word’s shinobi equivalent- if shinobi went out of their way to draw attention to themselves- acting more like a police force in that they managed threats to civilians instead of taking commissions and repelling external threats. Actually, they were nothing like Shinobi apart from their use of blood line abilities in combat. A Villain was like a missing-nin, hiding among the ridiculously large civilian population…sort of…

He needs to start working on a way home because he definitely doesn't understand this world.

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NOTE: When Kakashi discovers the internet his brain will explode. 

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