#it's happening more now since ruby is in MOURNING

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#rwby #rwby volume 9 #rwby volume 9 spoilers #weiss schnee #rwby 9 #spoilers #weiss being the comedy relief again #it's happening more now since ruby is in MOURNING #I wish one of these characters #blake it should be blake #would freaking take a few minutes to ask ruby how she's feeling #and let her vent some of that sadness off a bit #or at least comfort her and show that they care #but they're just pushing onward and ignoring it #idk if it's an issue with episode time #or a plot point for later #but a little more emotional intelligence would be appreciated lmao

[aspoonofsugar]

RWBY Volume 9 "Epilogue" Thoughts

So, here it comes an extra volume 9 animatic "epilogue" and I wanted to share some thoughts and a brief analysis.

General Thoughts

I really really liked it!

I am happy the Atlas refugees are having problems to adapt and that the Schnee Family has to face their privilege head on

It not being included in volume 9 works better for me because its contents can easily be re-arranged at the beginning of volume 10. In my opinion the story flows better this way (only my 2 cents though)

I am neutral to Raven's appearance.

On the one hand I hope the conflict between her and Yang is not solved too easily (I also think Yang hiding the Spring Maiden identity should be addressed). On the other hand her appearing at the beginning of the new story arc solves several things. She can make progress early on, so that the focus can then be given to other characters. Moreover, she can reveal what happened between her and Summer. If this mystery is solved, then there is more time to focus on Summer's return (either as a Grimm, a human or in some kind of symbolic way). In short, it can all lead to very thight writing, so I approve.

As for people wondering if the story was changed since RWBYJ leave the Ever After on their own... we can't say, but personally I never felt Raven saving them from the Ever After really worked thematically and I don't think it is what the epilogue implies. After all, before the video they say they deleted some scenes which tie with volume 10 plot. I think RWBYJ's meeting with Raven is one of these. Nonetheless, I am happy if we get our "Spring leading to Summer" symbolism. (Which really works on multiple levels doesn't it?)

In any case, I think Raven simply senses Yang is back and goes to meet her. Then she leads them all to Qrow. This in itself is a significant improvement for her. Still, it makes sense if Raven thought Yang was really dead. It can work as a final callout and a consequence of her actions. Yang outright asks Raven to choose between herself and her daughter and Raven makes the selfish choice. As a result, Yang dies. It is no surprise then that Yang coming back is seen by Raven as a final chance to do the right thing.

Speaking of people dealing with grief and loss, here we come to the heart of the new content and the focus of this short analysis.

Winter and Qrow - Grief

So, the heart of the video is really the foiling between Winter and Qrow. This is interesting in itself because these 2 characters are tied together since their first appearance in volume 3:

Qrow is Ruby's mentor

Winter is Weiss's mentor

Both girls look up to them and try to imitate them. Still, this changes with time as both Ruby and Weiss grow until they are able to inspire Qrow and Winter back.

Here, we see exactly this, as both Winter and Qrow talk to the two girls in their minds (Qrow is talking to all of them, but the foiling is between Weiss and Ruby and thematically the focus is on Ruby anyway). Still, their thoughts are complete opposites.

On the one hand Winter focuses only on the problems and sees no beauty at all.

Winter: "But no amount of determination or hard work will change where we find ourselves now. What do you do when there is no hope left?"

On the other hand Qrow is conscious things are bad, but is full of hope.

Qrow: Call me crazy, but I am actually feeling a little optimistic about things. I figure... Don't get me wrong...It's bad. In fact it'd never been worse. And yet, you can still see the goodness in all things. Acts of kindness, people trying to atone for past wrongs.

This ties to their 2 different ways of mourning.

Winter: "You and your friends did all you could to save the world. You would be so disappointed in us. Maybe it's for the best you don't have to see this Weiss" > She is looking at the memorial monument, where it's written "Don't come back"

Qrow: "Things may be bad, but my biggest regret is that none of you are here to see the good that you started because you did start something." > He cries while looking at a picture of Ruby that says "Remember her message"

Winter thinks it is best that Weiss isn't there to see that everything was useless. Qrow instead wishes the kids were there to see that the world is changing. These behaviours aren't limited to Winter and Qrow's feelings over the protagonists, but they fit their reaction to another important loss they both faced:

Penny and Clover's deaths have similar roles in Winter and Qrow's stories, as they are supposed to integrate with their lost loved ones. This is conveyed also through their respective powers:

Winter inherits the Winter Maiden's power by Penny and Qrow's semblance evolves to become similar to Clover's. This shows Qrow has successfully integrated Clover's mentality into his own:

Qrow: Like an oasis in a desert, it's all a matter of perspective. You see, an old friend taught me that.

The same can't be said about Winter:

Penny: "I won't be gone, I'll be part of you."

Winter: "Because of me, Penny is gone. Forever."

As Penny herself states in her final goodbye, she isn't really "gone", as her legacy lives up in Winter. This means Winter should honor her will and adopt Penny's optimistic mindset. Still, Winter is doing the opposite. This is why she feels Penny is really gone forever.

In other words, Winter has understood rationally what a real Maiden should be like:

Winter: No, Penny. You were always the real Maiden at heart.

However, she still doesn't feel it in her heart. This is why probably she needs Weiss to finish her arc:

After all, Weiss is supposed to be Winter's second Gerda, which takes out the final cursed glass fragment from Winter's heart.

Qrow is instead close to the end of his arc, in my opinion. As a matter of fact he has already been inspired by Ruby:

I think he only needs a top off, which will probably come with a final showdown with Tyrian, which will not be about revenge, but rather to save someone (probably Mercury).

What's important is that these 2 characters explore the theme of grief in opposite ways.

Ruby: I… I thought this was lost forever. How’d you have it? Blacksmith: Nothing. No one is ever truly lost.

Qrow understands the meaning of the Blacksmith's words, whereas Winter doesn't. The Blacksmith conveys to Ruby that all the people she lost are still parts of her. This is why she keeps finding Penny's sword over and over. It is because the hope Ruby saw in Penny is really just a part of Ruby herself:

Jinxy: Enough hope to fill this jar.

Ruby fights a Nevermore (grief) by using Penny's sword (hope).

Similarly, Qrow's sense of belonging and his wish to do good don't go away with Clover's death. If anything they are parts of Qrow that Clover made emerge. Thanks to the Lucky Fisherman, Qrow has now the right framework to show them to the world.

Winter too has in herself the heart to be a Maiden like Penny. She too has one of Penny's swords inside. She is just not looking at it out of self-hate and guilt. Luckily she is now surrounded by people who love her and they will hopefully help her take a closer look at the mirror.

#rwby #rwby volume 9 #winter schnee #qrow branwen #ruby rose #weiss schnee #raven branwen #greenlightvolume10 #rwby meta

[kitkatopinions]

I'm not going back through my posts to find this, but like three years ago I made a post that was like "when people say things about Ironwood that aren't true like 'he invaded Vale' I'm just gonna be like 'cool headcanon. My headcanon is-' and then insert some random headcanon." Well, nowadays, RWBY fans are making me want to do that again in response to every time they say something happened off screen.

"It's not that Yang and Blake 'don't talk about their problems,' they just talk about them off screen." Yeah cool headcanon. My headcanon is that Blake was actually closer friends with Neptune than with Weiss before the Fall of Beacon.

"Jaune isn't 'the only one who got to mourn Pyrrha,' obviously the others mourned, it just happened off screen." Uh-huh, cool headcanon. My headcanon is that Qrow and Raven are actually the children of Salem and they just don't realize it.

"You can't say that Ruby's message to the world in V8 didn't contain all the vital information, because some of the message just wasn't shown!" "Yang and Blake didn't keep secrets from the rest of their team by never telling them they told Robin everything, they told them offscreen!" "It's so stupid that people are saying Yang is a hypocrite for yelling at Oz about keeping secrets after she lied to Qrow about Raven, clearly she told the truth off screen!" "I can't believe that people are complaining that Weiss was never shown to deconstruct her anti-faunus beliefs or apologize and therefore her white-knighting for Blake feels performative. Clearly she unlearned that stuff off screen!" Cool headcanons, bro. I have this headcanon that when Ruby and Yang were kids, they started fighting over this toy yo-yo because they both thought the yo-yo belonged to them, and then one day Ruby was playing with the yo-yo and since she was mad that Yang kept saying it was HER yo-yo, Ruby clonked her on the head with the yo-yo and of course that dissolved into even more fighting, so Taiyang took the yo-yo from them. But then that only dissolved into even MORE fighting because they blamed each other for the loss of the yo-yo, and so Tai 'banned' all conversation of the yo-yo incident and even banned the word yo-yo and Yang and Ruby hold to that rule even as teenagers and will breakout into (now good natured) bickering about it if it comes up.

People sometimes think "if the RWBY writers did (insert thing they did here) it would be bad. Therefore they can't have done that, so what's the other explanation? I just must need to flex my imagination and fill in the blanks!" So then they see something like the show having Yang literally lie to Qrow's face and the show still four seasons later having not had that addressed despite the fact that Yang has been anti-lying to the point of angrily calling someone a bastard, and they're like "Well if Yang didn't tell the truth, she'd be a hypocrite. So she had to have told the truth and we just didn't see it, or else it would mean that the writers made a mistake. Why would someone say Yang has lied in the past when she clearly told the truth off screen!"

And it’s like.... Or... They got something wrong.... Or they made a mistake.

Some rwby fans will do this thing where they confuse 'I recognized the potential and imagined/headcanoned to fill in the holes left in this story to make it more enjoyable' with 'this story is great and actually DOESN'T HAVE HOLES.' It's like RT made a road that is full of holes in the concrete, and then when people are like 'wish this road wasn't full of holes,' other people come in like "um stop saying there are holes, clearly we're meant to pretend that the road is smooth and free of holes. How dare you call this bad construction and an incomplete road, the concrete is in the cement truck, duh. Why do you need your hand held?"

Before someone comes in and is like "so nothing that happens off screen can ever be considered canon?" that's not it. If it's established in canon that it happened, then it's different.

Let's use Volume 9 as an example! There's a scene where Weiss summarizes events she's been told including Yang's prosthetic being stolen. Obviously Yang had to have told her about it. I wouldn't be here like 'Why is Weiss acting like Yang told her something that isn't on screen?' I did however complain that the writers skipped over that conversation, because it left the interaction feeling stale, pointless, and it limited my connection to the characters because it bypassed all emotion that wasn't 'being done' and cynicism. But they established that it happened in some way, so if someone says 'Yang told the others what happened to her off screen,' I'd say 'yeah, she did, that was made clear."

However, then there's a mistake that Eddy Rivas himself said was a mistake where they decided 'Ruby should find out that Jaune killed Penny off-screen' and then they never gave any indication that she knew at all. So not only did they bypass what should've been included as an emotional scene that humanizes Ruby and clues the audience further into her mental state while seeming more respectful of a well-loved character, but they also fully made it seem like that interaction just didn't actually happen. So in the actual show, there's no reason to believe that Ruby has been told that Jaune killed Penny, and most people kept waiting for it to happen and then the whole season ended and we were confused about it because as far as people who don't follow Eddy Rivas on twitter are concerned, there's no reason to believe that it happened at all. 'It happened off screen' doesn't actually mean anything when there's no reason to believe that except that some people really want it to have happened.

Again, RWBY isn't real, and author's notes dropped after the fact only tell us about intent and do not alter what's actually presented to us in the actual product. Stuff doesn't just 'happen off screen, but it's still happened' the way that a documentary might not include all the footage, but the events still happened.

This post is running long, but yeah. When stuff doesn't actually happen on screen and isn't referenced and doesn't make it into the show and plot, it's not only disappointing - because that stuff should make it into the plot (I can't believe that there are bees shippers that just do not care that crucial moments and conversations that lay conflict to rest between their one true pairing just 'happen off screen' according to them like I would be kicking down doors for my ships) - but also makes that stuff not canon.

#rwde

[stevenuniversequotevstory]

“Well, We’re Getting There” Steven Universe x Female reader story

3- Let’s Explore!

Word count- 4,771

Pages-12.7

Chapt 2/ chapt 4

It’s been a few hours now and the stores are starting to open. Y/n finished hanging up her clothes pretty early since not every piece came. She tried to fall asleep, but didn’t have anywhere comfortable to sleep at since there are no beds, mattresses, or couches in the house.

Y/n is currently getting dressed and ready to head down town to a store. They all needed some extra supplies to help them get more..comfortable while waiting for their stuff to arrive from the moving van.

Y/n ran down the stairs and was met with an excited Ruby. “I can’t wait to explore this town! Maybe we’ll meet new friends!” Ruby said. And when she said “new friends” she doesn’t mean people, she meant critters and other animals that can be found.

”Yeah, we can look for some later. But I wanna explore the town a little bit first.” Y/n said walking into the kitchen with Ruby by her side.

”Good mourning girls. Let’s get ready to go yeah?” Henry said walking out the door.

”What about breakfast?” Ruby asked. Sad that she is missing out on her favorite meal of the day.

”I think you two should try to eat out around here? Try some new food from a restaurant to get use to living here you know? It’s a small town so this may help you get use to your surroundings.” Henry said with a smile.

”Ok, how are we going to get there go? We don’t exactly have a way of transportation besides the bus.” Y/n asked.

” Well since Beach city is just a small town, we can just walk to our destinations! And it’ll be good for your heart too.” Henry told them .

They both groaned. Ever since Henry adopted them, he has been telling them things that would help their heart. Well, just Y/n’s since Ruby doesn’t have a literal heart. Guess that’s what happens when you have a heart surgeon as a father.

”Alright you two let’s head off!” Henry said after grabbing his wallet and house keys.

”Coming!” Both the girls said running out the door behind Henry. They were excited to say the least. They get to explore a whole different place! 

As they walked down the street, they were heading up a road instead of down. That’s where the girls wanted to explore at.

”Hey we’re not going down there?” Y/n said pointing to the street that led to the boardwalk.

“Yeah we wanna go down there.” Ruby exclaimed.

” Don’t worry. After we’re done getting the supplies, you two can head on over to explore more of the actual town in Beach City.” Henry said as he continued to walk up the street while both of the girls looked at each other and smiled, soon rushing off behind Henry. 

“Okay , so we need to head down to a store that sells bedding supplies “. Henry said going onto google searching on the maps for a store.

“I thought we already have that stuff” Y/n asked confused. 

“Well yes we do, but it won’t be here until Thursday.” Henry said. It was currently Monday. “So we need some sleeping bags and pillows for the next few night. Plus we need food too.” 

All three of them arrived at a near by store that was average sized. They walked in and were greeted by an employee. They walked over to the camping section, and looked over at the sleeping bags.

”Ok girls. Pick any sleeping bag you want. I’m going to go shopping for some food.” Henry said waving them off and walking away. 

Y/n picked a dark green one and Ruby picked a red one.  They were both chatting for a bit until a few people approached them.

”Hey I haven’t seen you here before. You here for a vacation?” A girl asked. She had a striped red and white shirt with round gold earrings. She had long skinny jeans on that were a light blue. She also came with two others. One had white hair with a blue jacket. He also had some big orange pants. The other had brown hair with shades covering his eyes. He had a white t shirt with a lightning bolt and a red jacket to go over it.

” Oh yeah we’re new. But we’re not visiting we just moved here.” Ruby said. 

“Oh really? We never get any permanent guests?” The girl said putting her fingers up to her mouth. “ Oh how rude of me, I forgot to tell you guys our names. I’m Jenny.” She pointed to herself. “ That’s Sour Cream” she pointed to the guy with white hair.

”Sup” he said casually.

”And that’s Buck” she pointed to the dude with shades on.

”Hey” he said cooly.

”Well it’s nice to meet you Jenny, Sour Cream, and Buck. I’m Ruby and this is my sister Y/n!” Ruby said excitedly. Sister? Ruby barely used that term for their friendship. They have been together ever since Y/n was a toddler, but it still surprises her. 

“Nice to meet you too, you know… you look sort of…familiar .” Jenny said putting a hand on her chin and squatting down to look at Ruby.” Oh that’s it!” She snapped her fingers. “  You look like Steven and his aunts.” Jenny said standing up.

Aunts? Since when does Ruby look like an Aunt, nevertheless a human? Y/n and Ruby stood their for a second looking at each other and then back at the other three that had been standing there. 

“Where are they?” Ruby asked. 

“Over by the beach. I’m sure Steven will be delighted to meet two new people.” Buck said slightly smiling and pointing towards the beach. 

“Hey you, Y/n right?” Jenny asked Y/n.

”Yes?” Y/n responded questioning.

”Wanna come hang with us tonight night? We’re gonna have a campfire and sleeping out in the old corn field by the barn. “ Jenny asked Y/n.

”What about Ruby? Y/n asked.

”How about you go without me? You should make more friends! This is perfect! When your getting ready to hang out with them, I can go see Steven and his Aunts.” Ruby said excitedly. She was practically jumping off the ground.

”Yeah listen to the red kid”. Buck said with a hand in his pocket.

”….Ok. I’ll go.” Y/n said hesitantly.

”Woo. Ok we can pick you up at 8:30 pm at ‘Fish Stew Pizza’ k? “ Jenny said while the other two grabbed some supplies.

”Sure” Y/n said 

“You don’t talk much do you?” Sour cream asked while holding flashlights and lighters.

”Not really” Y/n stated holding Ruby’s hand.

”GIRLS” Both of the girls turned around hearing Henry’s voice. Y/n was relieved and started to walk away.

” It was nice meeting you guys! See you later!” Ruby exclaimed and ran off with Y/n.

”Are you two ready to leave?” Henry asked putting the food he had chosen onto the self scanner.

”Ye-“ Ruby started, only to be interrupted by Y/n.

”Yes” Y/n said rather quickly. Y/n would be lying if said she wasn’t uncomfortable during the chat she had with Jenny and her friends. Most kids at her old school in California stayed away from her. They new about her different families since they lived in a small town. This was a new experience that Y/n did not like or even wants to try to get use to.

Ruby looked at Y/n and saw something that she hasn’t seen in years. Fear. Y/n was scared. Ruby grabbed Y/n’s hand and gave it a light squeeze. Henry finished putting everything in bags and told the girls to follow him.

”You alright?” Ruby asked looking at Y/n.

”Yeah I’m fine” Y/n responded quickly.

”You know, I don’t have to go meet the ge-“ Ruby was once again cut off by Y/n.

”No no. You should go meet them. I have never seen someone like you before so this may be a good sign. Even if it is just weird aunts, it’s worth a shot?” Y/n questioned Ruby and herself.

”Ok. But if you don’t feel comfortable you don’t have to go. You can come with me!”

Y/n knew that she should go with Ruby, but she wants to give Ruby a chance to make her own friends. Since Y/n had nobody to hang out with or even want to talk to her besides Ruby, Ruby hasn’t been able to make any other friends besides Y/n. Even though Y/n is a bit worried of her close friend, she trusts that she won’t do anything bad. The only problem is that she hasn’t been more than 50 feet away from Ruby in years.

The three of them were walking down the street to their new house so Henry can put away the groceries. They soon came to their street and Henry opened the door. Y/n put the groceries onto the counter and waited for Ruby. 

“Okay. I’m going to put these away . You two can go and explore. And here.” Henry handed them some money. Both the girls looked at him confused. “I think you two might get hungry. So use that to buy whatever! I’ll let you eat Junk food this one time.” Henry said.

Y/n and Ruby’s faces lit up. Since their new father is a age art surgeon, he doesn’t let them eat too much sugar. The frappechinos at the airport were the only sugary thing they’ve eaten all week. Nonetheless, junk food was never aloud at their house, so they were lucky today! Even though Ruby doesn’t exactly have a heart, she still listens to her adoptive father to show respect.

”Thanks!” They both said together. Henry chuckled as Y/n and Ruby started to leave the kitchen and out the front door.

”DON’T FORGET TO CHECK YOUR PHONES!” Henry yelled at them.

”OK!” Ruby yelled back at him while they both headed down the street. “Where to first?” Ruby asked Y/n.

”Let’s head down to the boardwalk. That’s the only place by the beach that actually has things to look at. Unless you wanna look at peoples houses.” Y/n joked and Ruby laughed.

”Okay! Off to the boardwalk!” Ruby said rather loudly running down the street.

”Wait! Ruby a car could be coming!” Y/n said following Ruby trying to catch up with her.

Once Y/n caught up with Ruby, they chatted for a bit and came close to the beach. Once they walked across the street, they were in front of a donut shop.

”Big Donut. Huh” Y/n said aloud with her hand on her chin. Now that’s a creative name isn’t it?” Y/n joked again.

”Ha! Wanna go inside? We’ve got money and I would really like to eat one! We haven’t ate one of these in months!” Ruby said excitedly.

Y/n and Ruby loved donuts, even if it made them feel sick after. Donuts was a food source for Y/n when she was little. Her caretakers after had donuts with them so she took a couple every time she was hungry. Ruby wanted to try some too. Ever since that day, they both loved donuts. But they haven’t ate any since they were back at the adoption center.

Y/n and Ruby walked into the shop and the door gave a little ding. Standing at the counter was a short girl and a boy. The girl had medium blond hair. The boy had brownish orange hair with big earring holes cut out in his ears. Both were wearing a blue shirt with a donut on it.

Y/n and Ruby both walked up to the counter to place their orders. “Hello welcome to the big donut.” The girl said. She looked at you both and gave a confused face. “ I’ve never seen you two here before. Are you a friend of Steven’s? “ She asked.

”No we haven’t met him yet. Why do you think we are?” Y/n asked curiously.

”Oh it’s because she looks like one of the gems.” She said pointing at Ruby. Gems?! So they are like her. This makes Y/n and Ruby even more curious than before.

” She is a gem, but she’s never met them yet.” Y/n responded. “ Can I have that donut please?” Y/n said pointing at a F/D.

“Yes. I’m Sadie by the way” She said while putting a donut into a bag. “Do you want one too?” She asked Ruby .

”Yes please. I’ll take that one.” She pointed at a strawberry glazed donut.

”Ok here you go.” She handed them their donuts. “That’ll be 6.78” she said and the girls gave her money. “Wait. I didn’t catch you names.” 

“I’m Y/n and that’s Ruby. We just moved here.” Y/n said taking a bite of her donut. 

“Nice to meet you you two hope we can meet up la-“ she was cut off by the boy.

”Jeez. Could you two hurry up? Your holding up the line!” The boy said pointing behind him. There was a line of people who didn’t look to happy.

”Oh yeah sorry we’ll leave now. It was nice meeting you Sadie . See you later. “ Y/n said walking out of the shop with Ruby. “ Well that was embarrassing “ she said walking further down the boardwalk.

Ruby chuckled “ Hehe, yeah it was wasn’t it? Hey! I’ve never seen you speak to someone like that before.”

”Yeah I don’t know why but I felt like i can trust her you know?” Y/n questioned not only Ruby but herself.

”Nope!” Ruby said with an innocent grin on her face. Y/n chuckled at the scene.

Both girls wondered down the boardwalk more and saw many shops. They decided that they should sit in a nearby bench and finish eating their donuts. 

“You wanna check out the other buildings here?” Ruby asked taking the last bite of her donut.

”No, we can do that another time. We aren’t gonna buy something from every shop. Plus, we shouldn’t just introduce ourselves to everyone.” Y/n said wiping her hands on her pants.” We still need to get back home too. We’ll just me I guess. Your gonna go meet the other gems soon right?” Y/n asked.

”Yep! Oh speaking of which, it’s already almost 4:00. You should head back and get ready with your new friends!” Ruby said.

”Yeah…new friends.” Y/n said in a not so excited voice.

”It’ll be okay. And if you feel uncomfortable, then just text me and I’ll make up an excuse of why you can’t be there.” Ruby stated with a shrug and got off her seat.

” Okay. I think I can do that. The same goes for you though. If you don’t wanna talk to those gems anymore. Text me too k? Y/n said holding out her fist.

”k” Ruby replied back and did a fist bump with Y/n. “I’m gonna head off now” Ruby told Y/n

”Do you know where your going? “ Y/n asked.

”I’ll just ask one of the employees or citizens here. You go home and don’t worry about little me.” Ruby brushed Y/n away.

”If you say so. Don’t forget to check your phone. I’m serious. I will find you.” And that was the last thing Ruby heard from Y/n after she walked away down the boardwalk.

Ruby wasn’t going to lie, she felt a bit scared going to meet new people without Y/n . Sure , Ruby had been on earth for most of her life, but she still isn’t that great when it comes to meeting them.

Ruby went to a fry shop. There was a young boy behind the counter with blond hair that looked like fries. Ruby approached him with a smile.

”Hi there! I’m Ruby and I’m wondering where I can find the home of Steven?” Ruby asked the boy, standing on her tippy toes. 

“Oh hi. I’m Petey, and Stevens house is right around the corner of the beach.” He said pointing at the side of the beach with a cliff near it. “ It’s a beach house and the only actual house on the beach. It shouldn’t be hard to miss.” 

“Okay. Thanks and nice to meet you “ Ruby yelled running over to the beach. She was excited. She hasn’t met another gem in years, nonetheless other gems rather than other Ruby soldiers. The only problem was, she didn’t know what she was about to get herself into.

Steven was currently lying on his bed, doing absolutely nothing. After the events with Lapis draining the whole ocean and his dad faking his broken leg, he needed a break. Luckily, there were no missions to go on with the gems so he can sit back and relax. 

Pearl and Amethyst were squabbling about something on the couch. Like always. And Garnet was just leaning on the counter listening to Pearl and Amethyst fight. Steven let out a loud sigh and sat up.

“Pearl. Amethyst. Stop fighting your bothering Steven.” Garnet said in her usual monotone voice.

“No it’s not them. It’s Lapis . She caused so much damage and just left.” Steven said rather sadly.

”Steven, it will be alright. You did the right thing. But we cannot worry about her any much longer. We must focus on what needs to be done to protect humanity.” Pearl said trying to cheer up Steven. 

“Yeah Ste-man. Don’t worry about water girl. We got this under control.” Amethyst shrugged and Pearl had an irritated face on .

”Yeah. I think you guys might be right. Thanks.” Steven said looking at the gems.

”No problem.” Garnet said with a straight face.

Their chat was soon interrupted by a knock on the door. 

“Hello” Ruby said through the glass door.

The gems were silent for a minute, before opening the glass door harshly. Luckily, Ruby moved out of the way just before it hit her.

” Hi I’m Ru-“ She was cut off with a sharp whip to her face.” Owww! Hey what are y-“ once again, she was cut off. But this time she was thrown all the way down the stairs onto the sand.” Uhhh” Ruby groaned on impact.

”It’s a Ruby soldier from Homeworld!” Garnet said summoning her fists. “ Get her!” Garnet yelled at Pearl and Amethyst while they were all jumping down from the deck. Steven was still by the front door, watching the battle below him.

”Guys wait ! She may not be bad!” Steven tried to tell them while running down the stairs.

”Stay out of this Steven ! You don’t know what she’s capable of!” Pearl said with her spear in hand.

Ruby got up and tried to run off, but Ametugit in front of her and tied her to her whip. “ AHHHHH!! Let. Me . Go!” Ruby said as she struggled to get loose from the whip.

”Yeah, no!” Amethyst said as she managed to throw Ruby far.

”AHHHH!” Ruby screamed as she fell on the floor once again. Ruby got up and hid behind a near by rock while she can hear the foot steps of the larger gem. She took her phone out of her gem, and started to text Y/n. But before she could send anything, Garnet came and grabbed her phone, crushing it in the process. She knew that she was doomed now.

Y/n was done packing up her supplies. She was still terrified to go, but she wanted Ruby to have a chance at meeting people just like her. Speaking of Ruby, Y/n hasn’t got a single text from her yet. She grabbed her phone and opened the messages app. 

You: hey just checking up on u.

You: u ok? why aren’t I answering me?

Still no response . This started to worry Y/n a lot. She opened her phone tracking app and looked at Ruby’s profile. It was disconnected. That really scared Y/n. She feared that Ruby was gone or hurt. She immediately got up and ran out of the house.

”Y/n?! Where are you going?!” Henry yelled as she ran out the front door. She didn’t care if she would be lectured later by Henry. The only thing she cared about right now was to find her best friend . She ran ran down the road ignoring all the honking and people screaming at her to get out of the way.

She soon came upon the boardwalk and dashed down it, stopping to ask a question.

”WHERES……STEVEN’S……HOUSE!!!” She said between pants to Petey. 

“Uhhh, right around the corner ma’am?” Petey said slightly weirded out by the fact a girl was practically screaming in his face.

Without a thank you, she ran down the beach, only to slow down to catch her breath a little.

Ruby was struggling to stay up. She kept getting attacked over and over again, she didn’t want to fight anymore.

”UHHH! Why isn’t she poofing!!!!” Amethyst said angrily.

”She’s a Ruby, they are meant to be body guards and take hits like this.” Pearl said holding up her spear. 

“She can’t stay like this forever. We’ll get her soon” Garnet said walking over to Ruby once again.

”Guys stop! You don’t know if she’s still with homeworld!” Steven said jumping in front of Ruby defensively.

”How do you know that?!” Pearl asked rather loudly.

”Because why would she not be attacking you right now? She hasn’t attacked at all! And if she had an army or some kind of weapon, wouldn’t she have already used it?” Steven asked the gems. Pearl and Amethyst seemed to think for a moment, before Garnet stepped in.

”Steven” Garnet said looking at Steven. “ I do not care. Sorry Steven , but we cannot be to sure about this”. And with one last hard hit, Ruby’s gem hit the floor, with no body around it.

Steven picked up the gem and looked at it for a bit, then said some words.

”I’m sorry Ruby, but your in a safer space now”. He said bubbling the gem, before he gets a huge punch to the face.

”OWWWW” Steven whined. The punch was so hard, Ruby’s gem fell out of the almost made bubble.

”STEVEN! I TOLD YOU THEY HAD OTHER GEM MEMBERS!!!!” Pearl screamed as she ran over to help Steven. 

“ Uhhhh, P? That’s not a gem.” Amethyst said looking in Y/n’s direction.

”Wha?” Pearl said as she turned around to see Y/n picking up the Ruby’s gem. Y/n was devastated. She couldn’t believe that her best friend was attacked, and it was her fault. She shouldn’t have left Ruby alone. She should’ve went with her. But right now was not the time to grieve over her friend, she had bigger problems to deal with.

Y/n looked down at the gem and put it in her pocket, then looked up at Steven and the gems with pure anger in her eyes. That did frighten Steven , and even Pearl a bit. She had never seen any human with such hatred on their eyes.

”E-Excuse me? I need to take that-“ Steven said walking over to Y/n, to earn another punch in the face. This time he was punched in the nose, which was bleeding.

”STEVEN!” Pearl and Amethyst yelled together getting their weapons back out. Garnet walked up to Y/n without her weapon. Then she just picked up Y/n by the shirt.

”Give her to us.” Garnet said in her monotone voice. She was trying to be more intimidating to scare the floors into giving up the gem, but that was not happening anytime soon.

”NO!” Y/n yelled at Garnet. Garnet only tightened her grip on the girls shirt.

”Give her to-“ Garnet was cut off with a pinch to her face, making her drop the girl.

”GARNET!” Steven yelled to her. Her shades fell off and it showed three very angry eyes.

”What the?” Y/n mumbled to herself. Then she remembered why she was here right now. She got up from the ground , but quickly got pulled by Garnet, holding her up in the air again.

” I will give you one more chance before we force it out of your grasp” Garnet said with and angered tone.

”I don’t care! You can kill me if you have to! Just don’t hurt my sister!” Y/n yelled at the tall gem. 

“Sister?” Steven said to himself, then he realized something. “Wait Garnet! Put her down! “ Steven yelled at her as he ran over to her leg. “You know Ruby?” Steven asked Y/n . “ H-How long?” 

“Ten years.” Once Garnet heard that , she dropped the girl to the ground. Steven rushed to Y/n’s side.

”Are you okay! Wow you really lived with another gem? How did you guys meet? Are you two new here? Wanna be friends? Oh let me help you up-“ Steven asked a bunch of questions. When he tried to help Y/n up, she slapped his hand away and got up herself. Steven was confused for a moment, but then saw the anger in her eyes.

Y/n was still pissed. She couldn’t believe that this kid wanted to be friends with her, right after his friends attacked her and her best friend.

”Friend’s? With you? Never.” Y/n snarled at Steven. Steven was taken back by the comment. 

“ Sorry , we just didn’t know if we could trust he-“ he was cut off by Y/n, luckily not a punch this time.

”Trust her?! So you brutally beat her up until her form was gone?!!!” Y/n yelled at Steven.

” I don’t think you understand! We are the Crystal gems. We protect life on earth and-“ Pearl stated to the angry human. 

“Protect life on earth? It doesn’t seem like you “protect life on earth” . Your doing a pretty horrible job at it!” Y/n yelled at Pearl. Pearl looked frustrated and was about to speak up until Garnet stopped her.

” I’m leaving. I don’t want to be here with the” Crystal gems protectors of earth “ . Hope you have a horrible rest of you life.” Y/n said as she walked away from the gems. “ I knew it was a bad idea to move here” Y/n said to herself, but she didn’t know that the gems could still hear her. 

Steven looked really upset, like he was punched in the heart. Well, he was punched, just not in the heart. 

“Some nerve that human has! Coming here to just barge in on our duties!” Pearl yelled angrily as she walked back to the temple. 

“Yeesh I know. At least it’s finally over now.” Amethyst said as she walked with her arms behind her head up to the temple as well.

”Steven just stood there devastated. He thought he could get along with someone new, but didn’t think he would loose two potential friends. Garnet saw the sadness on his face, she made her way over to Steven.

”Don’t worry Steven , she’ll get over it soon. And then maybe you can become good friends.” Garnet reassured him.

”Okay, thanks Garnet”. Steven said with a smile.

”Hmmm. No problem “ Garnet said with a slight smile adjusting her shades. She started up the stairs and Steven followed after her. Steven was excited to see Y/n and Ruby again , even if Y/n beat him up pretty badly, he k ew that everything will turn out okay. That’s what he thought at least. 

#amethyst #blue diamond #cartoon #lapis lazuli x reader #peridot x reader #pink diamond #spinel #spinel x reader #steven universe x reader #steven universe #wattpad #Quotev #well…we’re getting there.. #well..we’re getting there #steven universe x female insert #steven universe x y/n #steven universe the movie #steven universe reader insert #steven universe future #steven universe headcanon #pearl steven universe #steven unvierse au #steven universe x female reader #pearl x bismuth #pearl x reader #pearl x amethyst

[bridgyrose]

What if When Pyrrha died, her spirit didn’t go to the afterlife, It went into Ruby since she was near by and she is like Ozpin and Oscar but Pyrrha wouldn’t fully take over like ozpin, but they can swap whose in control.

(I think I've done something like this before, but... lets do it again)

“Look out behind you!” 

Ruby froze as she heard the familiar voice of a friend she thought was dead, her grip tightening around her the shaft of her scythe as she processed what she had heard. Of course there had been rumors of grimm being able to use one’s fears and shortcomings against them, but it was unheard of for beowolves or even an ursa to possess an ability like that. Then, she felt her body move on its own to avoid getting hit from a beowolf, watching as a passenger as her body took a familiar pose from someone who fought with a spear. 

“Ruby?” Jaune asked as he blocked a strike from an ursa with his shield. “Are you okay? What’s going on?!” 

Ruby hesitated as she felt herself gain control of her body again, quickly slicing at the beowolf that tried to attack her. “We… we need to fall back!” 

Nora slammed her hammer against the ursa that Jaune was holding back, watching it tumble away before dissipating into black smoke. “Fall back? We cant do that! We need to keep this village safe!” 

“I know but-” Ruby felt her body move on her own again as she was pushed back into being a passenger, her eyes giving a flash of green for a brief moment. Everything felt different and disconnected as she watched the grimm start to fall around her, each movement to dodge and block and each strike felt familiar to how Pyrrha had fought, realization finally coming to her. “*Pyrrha?!*”

“Sorry about this, Ruby,” Pyrrha said under her breath as she pulled Crescent Rose back and struck the point of the blade into the grimm in front of her. “But I cant let us fail now!” 

Minutes felt like seconds before Ruby was thrust back into control, her arms shaking as her eyes flashed silver and her weapon dropped as the impaled grimm started to disappear. Everything about this had felt wrong as she folded up her weapon, still unsure of what happened. She flinched as she felt Jaune’s hand on her back, nearly jumping at his voice having forgotten he was there. 

“That was amazing Ruby, I’ve never seen you fight like that before,” Jaune said. “It was like you were a different person. Almost like you were imitating Pyrrha.” 

“Y-yeah, almost like Pyrrha.” Ruby sighed and looked behind her towards the village as the villagers started to come out to rebuild the few buildings that were hit by the grimm. “I think I’m going to go back to the inn.” 

“Already? But we still have to make sure-” 

“I think I’m getting a bit tired and need to lay down. You guys can continue without me today, alright?” 

Ren paused and looked Ruby over. “If you’re not feeling well, then we can all stay with you-” 

“I need to be alone, please.” Ruby sighed and started to make her way back to the inn. “I’ll be fine, I-I need to… I need to clear my head. Get some rest, try to remember what I’m doing this for.” 

“This is about Penny and Pyrrha, isnt it?” Nora stated, more than asked. “I know things are tough and we’re all still trying to mourn them-” 

“Its not that, its… I’ll tell you guys later when I get my head straight.” 

Jaune sighed and nodded. “Alright. We’ll make sure to clean up any straggling grimm. Rest well.” 

Ruby gave a weak smile and waved off her friends before continuing back to the inn, each step she took felt heavier as she walked. Questions about what happened ran through her mind as she walked up the stairs and to her room, only pausing at the doorway when she heard Pyrrha’s voice once more. 

“I’m glad you’ve been keeping Jaune safe.” 

Ruby took a breath and stepped into the room and locked the door behind her. “Pyrrha? Is… is that really you? Where are you?” 

“*’m with you. Well… part of you. Technically in your head.” Pyrrha’s voice paused for a moment. “Sorry.” 

“In my head? But you were killed!” 

“And my soul latched onto yours. I know its strange-” 

“Strange,” Ruby muttered as she made her way into the bathroom. “Right, strange. I-its impossible! Maybe I’m going crazy or I hit my head when I passed out after you died o-or maybe this is all a dream and I’ll wake up if I pinch myself!” She ran some cold water and splashed her face before pinching her arm with her nails. She winced, accidentally scratching herself and watching the blood trickle down her arm. “Okay… maybe not a dream.” 

“Ruby, I know you’re scared, but this… this is real. I’m part of you now and… and I’m still not sure what this actually means for us.” 

“Does this have anything to do with Cinder?” 

“I’m not sure. But I'm sure Qrow, Professor Goodwitch, or General Ironwood could give us answers.” 

Ruby paused. “Why would Uncle Qrow know? Sure he’s a huntsman but that doesnt mean he knows everything.” 

“Because he knew about what Ozpin was hiding under Beacon.” 

Ruby froze for a moment as she took everything in. “He… he knew? And he put you in danger-” She put her hand to her forehead as a flash of Pyrrha’s memories started to come to the front of her mind, her body shaking as she felt the pain from the aura transfer machine course through her. Her legs started to buckle for a moment as she swayed back and forth, only to find herself as a passenger in her own body once more. 

“It’ll be okay,” Pyrrha said with Ruby’s voice. “Just rest. We’ll wait for our friends to come back and then we’ll talk.”

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #nora valkyrie #drabbles #I'll figure out a name for this au eventually

[dxmoness]

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀 | 4.

— “𝐈'𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐘'𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌?”

marq's note: I've been piling these up for a while now 💀

After what had happened to her husband, Name shut herself out completely from all the others. Her breakdown caused pain towards others. Especially Eros who had attempted multiple times to be there for her only to be pushed away.

Her husband's funeral came and went with her not bothering to make an appearance. His relatives, siblings especially, did not approve of this and didn't bother giving her the fortune her husband had left for her.

Everyone was mourning the lost of a powerful icon in the empire, unbeknownst to them that someone found this more amusing than anything in the world.

Eros played with a quill, thinking what to answer to a letter regarding the details of death of the duke. He decided that it'd be best to write the actual details instead of reporting it as confidential due to the suspicions that may occur if he dared do so.

In Name's room, laid the weak and frail Name who barely slept and looked horrid. Face stained with tear streaks she looked out the window, watching the countless people walking around and being productive. This productive behavior made her feel terrible for they were there acting so happy and enjoying their works whilst she laid here with no work to be done as well as no happiness to be spent on a productive day.

This caused something in her to stir as in moments she found herself fully bathe and dressed in a dress tailored for her by her husband. He had loved her in this dress. She was certain he'd be happy seeing her like this if his spirit was still here.

Before she could leave the room, a rustling of leaves stopped midway towards the door. A familiar scent greeted her in the air. Turning around she found no one there, yet the strong scent lingered. Who was that? Walking towards the balcony, she found no one there only an empty place with the scent being stronger than before. A sigh escaped her lips as she just left, unknown to her that someone was dangling on the ledge above the balcony.

He watched as the girl left without another action. His rare colored optics gleaming with delight as he jumped down. Rummaging through the papers and things he found a lot of things belonging to her and her husband. He was here to investigate about the husband, and who better to search from than the lover herself?

A smirk played onto his lips as he found a few key information from those letters especially from her diary talking about sudden disappearances and calls given to her husband.

Finishing up with his work, he made sure to organize everything as how they were to avoid suspicion. With that done he had one more thing to do, placing a wrapped gift onto the bed he looked over his shoulder once more to analyze his work before deciding to leave. Hence the reason why there were tons of fallen leaves found the next day.

Name entered her room to find the present. Who..?

Opening it slowly, she found a necklace embedded with a ruby. It was beautiful and certainly unexpected. Did the crowned prince give this to her as surprise gift? He did mention he'd give her whatever she desired to make her happy once more, but this was a bit too much. Taking it, she put it on. The necklace looked amazing and she felt happy receiving it.

From afar a male smiled in relief. At least she enjoys the gift.

Few days have gone by and Name came to thank the prince for the necklace he had so kindly gifted. This made Eros stop since he did not give her that necklace. Eyeing the necklace he wondered who gave it and most importantly how much experience did this person have in fighting due to the thought of challenging the person when the time came.

A ball was approaching, so Name decided to take a trip to the tailor. She had just finished her rendezvous when she accidentally bumped into a male who was running. The male picked up the things for her as he looked up at the same time as her.

A gasp escaped from her lips as she came face-to-face with a familiar set of eyes. Eyes that had haunted her for days. Eyes that belonged to a male who had broke into her room due to being chased.

The crimson eyes that belonged to this same stranger.

akusupas:

@sidra-29 | @that-one-pretty-bitch | @roseadleyn | @d10nsaint

#✦﹒catching up with akuma #✦﹒akusupas #eros orna vasilios #eros x reader #eros vasilios x reader #eros vasilios #dion agrece #dion x reader #dion agriche #dion agriche x reader #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #your throne #your throne x reader #the way to protect the female lead's older brother x reader #twtptflob #twtptflob x reader

[spnwincrossoverweek]

Spn/Win Crossover Week: Prompt List

day one: thirty(ish) years later (dec 7th)

for this prompt, let’s say all goes well for carlos, latika, and ada. three decades pass and they all live well into spn canon. where do you think they ended up? how did they mourn mary, and do they have any relationship with sam and dean? how did they react to various canon crises, like the apocalypse, godstiel, or the fall of the angels? did they reunite with mary in season 12? tackle any of these questions or answer some of your own!

day two: groovy immortals (dec 8th)

spn featured tons of characters who have lived for centuries and would have been around in the 1970’s. billie, rowena, crowley, dagon, ruby, meg, cain, lily sunder, any of the angels… that’s just to name a few. pick one (or more, if you want to be ambitious), imagine how they might have been in the 70’s, and have them cross paths with mary, carlos, latika, and/or the rest. what happens?

day three: mortal contemporaries (dec 9th)

not every familiar spn character who was around in the 70’s had to be immortal to get there. imagine how a younger bobby, rufus, ellen, missouri, linda tran, tasha banes, or whoever else might get along with the characters in spnwin. even constance welch (the woman in white from pilot) would have been alive, since she only died in the 80’s. or imagine mary and the others rescuing a baby from a monster and that baby turns out to be jimmy novak. be as creative or dramatic as you want!

day four: back to the future (dec 10th)

now imagine one or more characters from spn (to whom the previous two prompts would not already apply) has been thrown into the past by some supernatural means, landing them in the early 70’s. naturally they bump into one or more characters from spnwin. what happens then?

day five: unoriginal cast (dec 11th)

pick an episode of spn with a concept or gimmick that interests you. think episodes like mystery spot, changing channels, or regarding dean. now imagine a version of that episode with the characters in the winchesters instead. how do they handle the situation? do they end up solving the problem or saving the day differently? alternatively, pick something that happens in spnwin to put sam and dean through.

day six: endverse (dec 12th)

remember the prompt for day one? now take those older versions of carlos, latika, and ada and imagine them in the dystopian reality from 5x04. what are they like now? how do they handle living in a post-apocalyptic world? incorporate endverse cas and dean if you want. (if you’re not interested in endverse, you can skip this day or make up an au of your own, as long as it crosses over between spn and spnwin in some way.)

day seven: encore (dec 13th)

these prompts ask big questions that might be too much to cover in one fic or drawing. so for day seven, pick a concept or idea from one of the past days that you didn’t get to include or elaborate on and go for it! (if you don’t feel compelled to revisit any of the previous prompts or are just fresh out of ideas, consider this a free space to just write or draw whatever you want!)

#feel free to skip or combine or reinterpret any of these prompts however you want! #spnwincrossover

[etincelleart]

So when exsacly do you think penny will come back?

So I had two main ideas and moments for her to come back, but I still need to think more about it cause those are just first ideas :

Considering the fact that it was a long time between Volume 4 and Volume 7, Pietro had time to recover her core and rebuild her. So it took most likely 1 or 2 years to make her again. At the end of Volume 9, we see this shot of Vacuo with Amity Collosseum and a lot of ships from every kingdom in Remnant, implying a time skip, but we don't know how many months or even year have passed on Remnant. It surely must need time to take Amity, bring it to Vacuo and repair it, as well for the other Kingdoms to probably go to Atlas, see what happened and go to Vacuo with everyone else (unless somehow they learned about everyone being saved in Vacuo so they went there directly, idk).

I imagine this time skip would be of a few months, I'd say between 6 months and 1 year. Time is different in the Ever After and for the reunion for everyone to be emotional, I guess time must have passed for a bit so it's also impactful for Ren and Nora to reunite with Jaune, for Qrow to reunite with team RWBY, for Winter and the Schnee family to reunite with Weiss, etc. It's also probably be impactful for Ruby to see Winter with the Winter Maiden, and I imagine she won't be able to think about Penny if she sees her using her powers, anyway I digress-

Pietro is probably grieving and mourning Penny since the last time we saw him in Volume 8, and once settled in Vacuo he most likely at least tried to remake Penny. Considering that he needed 1 or 2 years for him to rebuild her, and with the time skip of let's say 1 year, he would be in the middle of the process if he's still trying to create another robot body. Sooo with all of that said, she could definitely come back during the Vacuo arc, I don't know if that would be in V10 cause narratively this would be a big deal, a big climax, and I don't know if that's too soon or too big for the first volume of the Vacuo arc (I mean, if we follow the rules established so far for each arc : 3 volumes per kingdom). Penny could then maybe come back at the end of Volume 12, to parallel the finale of V8, and also it's the same amont of time between V8 finale and V12 than the end of V3 and V7, 4 entiere volumes. I mean I just thought of it when writing it but it would make sense to me. I'm trying to keep a writer state of mind to be logical so my arguments seem valid aha (even if I'm not a pro writer krkr).

My second idea is that she would come back at the end of the RWBY story, at the end of the series. Not necessarily at THE END end, but during the final arc or the final moments of the story. Why that, because I believe V9 plot wasn't just to explain cute little origins for the two Brothers and for Ruby's development, but of course to set up things for later and probably the big finale. Everything's still up in the air and the two Brothers will definitely be involved, as well as maybe the Blacksmith and the Ever After. I don't know how or when because this is big deal and obviously I'm not in the writers mind and I imagine they have ideas for this big end for a long time now, even if this is not precise of course. The most important thing is that the Blacksmith had Penny's sword (yeah I know that some say that it was just an illusion, but I still think it's odd, and again this weird "nothing, no one is ever truly lost" and then poof Penny appears on the sword, idk it just makes me feel like the Blacksmith knows something and might be involved later. The spirits from the Relic could also be involved too as they were created by the the two Brothers. Ambrosius could even meet Pietro at some point too :]

Anyway those are my main ideas, but I would be curious if anyone had other ideas !

(I love the Blacksmith)

#rwby #rwby discussion #discussion #theory #rwby theory #penny #penny polendina #penny revival #blacksmith #gods #god #tree #ever after #the two brothers #remnant #rwby v12 #rwby volume 12 #rwby finale #finale #i need this girl to be back before rwby ends

[birbs89]

hog/scorched theory thing

Deciding to do this little theory I guess you could call it that but deciding to do this because I love hog/scorched and I'm just bored as hell and all the sources and credits can be found in the last part and I don't own any of the art shown they all belong to jack gore the creator of hog go check him out on twitter.

As seeing jack gores pinned tweet with the caption “LET THE GAMES BEGIN” we find a little more about our little hog and let's see what “scorch” the monster in this little game is and if he is really the one at fault here and lets do that by seeing what is hogs game exactly its name being “hog the hedgehog” an obvious knock-off of “sonic the hedgehog” being made by the company “Giga” a knock off of “Sega” but the reason this game exists is because of a universal merge that happened between sonics and hogs universe  

and in the middle of the universal merge it caused Sonic's friends and doctor Robotnik to be killed but sonics code and hogs code matched in the process causing them to be one but sonic to be trapped inside of hog watching everything from the sidelines being forced to watch his world replaced by some “fakers” universe and with seeing this and all his friends killed this causes sonic to become enraged thinking and accusing all of this being hogs fault since why else would a person try to look and be like him and he was the hero after all and with this new narcissistic attitude and all this fueled his anger and hatred towards hog but when sonic found out that since he and hogs code were the same that he could take control

and sonic saw this and decided to take the opportunity and to finally take control and use hogs code so that he could be in control of the body instead of hog and so he used this power to transform and manifest himself into a mangled version of hog with him now looking more lankier and taller but the only person to catch a glimpse of this was prowler the tails of hogs universe since sonic decided that he would use hogs body to tell prowler what he thought of hog and him with some very "kind" words

and now with his brand new ability of transforming into hog and making him tower over prowler he decides to revive his old friends knuckles and tails to let them hunt down and kill their fakers but due to him not entirely being sonic and also being corrupted they weren't perfect and so the chase began with prowler being able to outrun tails for the time being but sonic got to him first mauling and torturing him in the process but soon after sonics powers ran out purging him back into hogs body and also causing the revived knuckles and tails to drop dead

but soon after waking up hog finds prowlers body and mourns his death but now determined to find a way to get rid of sonic he decided to go and try to find Dr. Ivo Mechanik or dr. Yolkman for short being the dr. Robotnik of hogs universe and after asking dr. Yolkman if he can help him get sonic out of his  body dr. Yolkman agrees on one condition that he goes out and finds him the power rubys the chaos emerald of hogs universe but at this point hog was very desperate and so he agreed so they both run the machine that dr. Yolkman had built and dr. Yolkman started with scanning hogs body to see if there was actually any sign of other life than hogs inside of it and when the results came out he found that hog had a double of each of his organs like there was another body inside of hogs and when he found this dr. Yolkman was surprised but not that much since he was dealing with the fastest thing alive but with this confirming that there was another living thing inside of hogs body dr. Yolkman decides to offer hog a deal that if he got him the master ruby the master emerald of hogs universe so that he could power his machine so that he could remove sonic from hogs body and hog knew where exactly to go find it that being the sky island being the home of his friend fists the knuckles of hogs universe and when getting there hog confronts fists and asks him for the master ruby but fists declines since he was the protector of the master ruby but hog keeps asking ending in them both getting into a fight and hog winning taking the master ruby

and using the hurricane the tornado of hogs universe even though hog didn't know how to drive it he still does and makes a rough landing and either way he goes and gives dr. Yolkman the master ruby but dr. Yolkman being dr. Yolkman traps hog inside of a metal cage and takes the power ruby's and master ruby and runs away but in a state of anger and despair sonic takes over hogs body once again and destroys the cage and the shards of metal that explode from the broken cage hit dr. Yolkmans yolk-mobile causing it to crash and now with dr. Yolkman having no way to escape sonic uses his new source of power to transform himself into his biggest form yet and he grabs dr. Yolkman and just by whispering “burn” causing dr. Yolkman to burst into flames causing him to die instantly

and that's all for now but when @hogsweeped posts again I'll update this.

credits and sources

art is from:(1) Hog and Scorched (@HogSweeped) / Twitter

artist:(1) Jack Gore (@RblxTrex) / Twitter

creator of hog and the universe and characters in it:(1) Jack Gore (@RblxTrex) / Twitter

where I got the idea and studied for this theory thing:(1) Hog and Scorched (@HogSweeped) / Twitter

#sonic.exe #sonic exe #sonic.exe.fnf #Hog #Scorched #theory #tw gore

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Welcome To Storyvale

Is this the most self-indulgent thing that I’ve written yet? Absolutely.

Summary: A town full of fairy tale characters is whisked away to Maine. Somewhere, in some dimension there is a strange town in a desert. Magic and curses have struck Storybrooke one too many times and now something has slipped through the fissures in the fabric of time and space. Two strange little towns that shouldn’t exist now exist together.

There is a lighthouse in the desert. 

Ever glowing, but never shining.

The lighthouse does not light. In actuality the beam it casts is a shadow.

But it is a lighthouse.

It doesn’t light, it vibrates. 

Welcome to Storyvale.

Storybrooke has always been an odd place in its own right, with its own quirky little cast of characters and its own array of bizarre happenings–strange even for a town infested with magic and curses. 

But never so strange has it been since another town had dropped itself on to theirs. It was an overlap, a clashing of realities. Another layer of something that is not supposed to exist on top of something that was already not supposed to exist. 

It started with the flickering neon sign of a suddenly manifesting Arbey’s and a radio tower that hummed like a curse in the making. 

The calls started coming in at one in the morning. 1:27 to be exact. And when Sheriff Swan’s police and personal lines grew overwhelmed they started calling Mayor Mills directly. 

Leroy always does such a fantastic job with stirring up a panic. For such a small man, his voice has a thunder. And that thunder is rumbling all across Storybrooke, making its way passed the newly sprouted fields of imaginary corn and to the town line. He bellows all the way there, “it’s here, it’s heeeeere!” 

He doesn’t yet know what it is. 

Just that it is here. 

“It’s! Here!” 

“What’s here Leroy?” Belle steps out of Gold’s Pawn Shop. 

And Leroy pauses. “An…an Arby’s.” It is more serious than that, he knows. There is something inexplicably off about that Arby’s. Something uncanny on a primordial level. Something vaguely unsettling. Something like that hearleaping moment when missing a stair and catching yourself just before you can take tumble. But he can’t comprehend that yet so he repeats, “an Arby’s.” 

Belle furrows her brows and Leroy continues his desperate sprint. He is across the street before Mr. Gold finally emerges from the backroom of the shop. 

“And as every upstanding citizen should, they are all outside running. Pointing. Nightvale, I think that our new quantum friends aren’t so different from us. Do not panic, Nightvale. No not…” 

There is a piercing wail, a shrill tone with the sound of nails, polished red and chipping, clicking on a counter intermittently. 

A good portion of the town stands with Leroy; Granny and Ruby and those who had been sharing a meal in the diner that used to be Granny’s but is now Granny’s with an Arby’s sign in front of it. Dr. Hopper and Kathryn stand side by side while Dr. Whale converses with Ashley Boyd and Mother Superior. Leroy initiates a conversation with Larry Leroy who he has never met but has known all his life.

Just as he does not know the Arby’s, he does know Larry Leroy.

The Charmings pull up to the town line, the headlights of the police car light up the town sign;

*Static*

“Welcome to Storyvale, dear listeners.”

*Static*

Just down the road from the sign that reads ‘Welcome to Storyvale’, Regina finds herself wandering, against her better judgment, towards the Arby’s that is also Granny’s. The street is empty. Empty and occupied by a feeling of loss and mourning and that sensation you get when you find a ten dollar bill caught against a grate and flapping about. She finds herself lingering beneath the flickering stoplight amid a line of stalled and abandoned cars. 

The wind howls.

It is curiously hot for late autumn. So hot that it chills Mayor Mills to the bone. She burrows deeper into her coat. In her office, the phone rings and rings…

And rings. 

And rings…

Regina comes to the parking lot where she lingers for a time beneath the Arby’s sing that is beneath the strange lights. 

Their purple lights fight with the red of the Arby’s sign over which will bathe Regina’s face with its glow. Before they can get that worked out between the two of them, Regina’s face is no longer there to cast a glow upon. 

The mayor stuffs her hands into her pockets and opens the door to Granny’s but enters the Arby’s. 

The Arby’s is empty.

All but one booth. 

The woman occupying the booth sits with one hand around a coffee mug and the other holding a taco that could only be from Taco Bell, but the woman is adamant that she had indeed bought this taco from the Arbey’s and that Arbey’s had always served bastardized abominations of traditional cultural dishes. “This is Arby’s. A-rrr-r-by. ‘Ssss.”

In her own rights the woman reminds Regina of herself. Herself if she were perhaps three or four times removed from who she is now. 

Director of emergency press conferences, Pamela Winchell reaches her hand out and shakes Regina’s before Regina even realizes that she too had extended her hand. 

*Static* The world glitches and winks. *Static*

“You can let go now.” Regina says.

“Then stop holding on.” Pamella replies. And Regina realizes that the woman had stopped holding her had perhaps a minute or two ago. Pamela smiles…

*A piercing wail, nails on a chalkboard*

“Who are you?” Regina has never been fond of mysterious guests–interlopers, interlopers, inteeeerlopersss–they always make a perfect mess of things. She is not fond of things and people that aren’t supposed to be here. Things fall apart when outsiders enter whether it is the breaking of her precious curse or a pair of fools like Greg and Tamara… “How did you find my town?”

“Our town.”

“My. Town.” Regina insists. “How did you find my town, it…”

“Doesn’t exist.” Pamela finishes. “Does anything really exist?” And as mayors tend to do–even former mayors–Pamela Winchell vanishes in a puff of green smoke.

Regina is alone in the Arby’s that is also Granny’s.

Alone and the jukebox is playing the weather; 

“I'll stop the world and melt with you

You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time

There's nothing you and I won't do

I'll stop the world and melt with you”

Regina closes her eyes. And those flickering lights bob and dance, painting the Arby’s that is also Granny’s in hazes of purple and red and red and purple and also magenta. 

Regina likes the color purple. 

Regina does not like outsiders. 

By the town line Sheriff Swan and her parents emerge from a police car. It is not the only police car on the scene but it is a police car. Sheriff Swan’s three man team of Not So Secret Police walk to greet Sheriff Sam's Secret Police.

Sirens don’t wail and red and blues don’t flash. Helicopter blades whir, unseen by those below. 

There is a rumble, a murmur as citizens of Storybrook and occupants of Nightvale become increasingly aware of one another. Increasingly aware that they are now dwelling in–and perhaps have always dwelt in–the very same place in spacetime as each other.

They are scared. 

They are crying. 

They are laughing. 

They are happy. 

They aren’t alone anymore in their eccentric pockets of the universe. Aren’t alone in the oddity of their respective existences. And so, with fluids–be they tears, blood, or black ooze–leaking down their cheeks, they welcome one another home although no one has left home at all. 

Their dimensions entangle, embrace like long lost lovers learning to fit one another’s body’s once again. 

“Of course this is going to be a confusing and maybe frightening time for Nightvale. But we are no stranger to the horrific abominations of the universe. We after all have dealt with the moon. So let us not cast out these interlopers, but accept they and their strange customs. Really, who greets someone with ‘hello’ anyways?! How weird…is. That?” He sighs into the microphone. “Stay tuned for a collective tortured screaming as we all begin to realize that what we knew is not what we know now. And goodnight Nightvale…goodnight Storyvale, good night.”

#Once Upon A Time #Welcome To Nightvale #Crossover #Regina Mills #Emma Swan #Mary Margret Blanchard #David Nolan #Cecil Palmer #Pamela Winchell #Fanfiction

[casspurrjoybell-23]

The Raven - Chapter 36

*Warning Adult Content*

The raven's body hits the ground with a loud thud, the impact sending a rumbling vibration through the courtyard that climbs it's way up the legs of every person left standing, threatening to steal away their balance.

The fall of the possessor of magic sends another wave of power throughout the air, ceasing all fighting instantly.

Everything stills around Prince Henry, who is desperately trying to forge his way through the lingering remnants of smoke and bloodshed, tripping over the incapacitated citizens and guards as he attempts to reach his dear Caleb.

Repeatedly calling his beloved's name in an excruciated, fear-filled and sorrowful voice, Henry scrambles toward the raven's lifeless body with tears streaming heavily down his cheeks.

The king and queen look on in horror, watching the precise moment that their son's heart shatters over the loss of his love.

What have they done?

Henry kneels beside him and takes Caleb in his arms, securing the limp body of his precious ruby-eyed boy tightly to his chest, right where he has always belonged.

His shaking right hand gently caresses his husband's pale and now ashen face before slowly running through the long lengths of his disheveled black hair.

He chokes on a sob, every thought in his head suddenly turning to mush as he blubbers incoherently into the tangled dark mess of strands.

With an ache in his heart, the king announces to the people that the war has ended and anyone caught fighting from this point forward will be imprisoned indefinitely within the palace dungeon.

Ordering the remaining guards to clear away the deceased and get medical attention for the many injured civilians, His Majesty carefully assists his son in carrying the limp body of the raven into the castle, where he can be mourned privately.

Prince Henry insists that Caleb be placed in his bed, as it is the only fitting place for a final goodbye to the husband who was stolen from him far too soon.

He sits next to Caleb's bedside, praying to any and all higher powers that he is not really gone, he wishes with every cell within his body that Caleb will come back to him somehow.

That they will have more time.

He hopes that this is not over yet.

It cannot end like this, it simply cannot.

It has been a long time since Prince Henry has cried, many years, in fact.

And never before like this.

Never has he felt pain such as this, so consuming and possessive and overwhelming.

An endless rush of tears pours from his reddened eyes as grieving sobs wrack through his entire body, feeling as if his heart has literally been shredded into thin threads that could never be repaired or even partially mended.

It is as if what was left of the once life-sustaining organ has been ripped directly from his chest, the gaping cavity exposed and festering with darkness.

It should have been him instead.

This should have happened to him, not Caleb.

Not his sweet, innocent, perfect ruby-eyed boy.

Caleb should have saved himself instead of pushing him out of the way.

Henry stays by Caleb's side until sleep consumes him, bringing with it the eternally replaying memory of the day's events.

Even in sleep, his pain haunts him to the maximum extent.

As the sun begins to rise in the sky, the prince is awakened by shouting voices in the hall.

"You lied to me?" the king's voice yells. "All this time, you were lying to me? You made me choose between my son and my kingdom over... Over what, Delilah? Over your own narcissistic agenda? Just look where it got us, where it got you. What did you gain out of your deceptions?" Henry's father pauses for a moment, attempting to catch his breath, his inhales and exhales are strained and noisy, hinting at the deeply-rooted fury coursing through him. "From my standpoint, it appears you have failed, Delilah, you have deceived me, humiliated me, tormented my people and traumatized both my son and the only person who has ever openly shown him love... all for nothing. You have achieved absolutely nothing."

"I wanted to protect you from knowing how sick your son is," the witch defends, standing firmly in her antiquated belief. "It is morally wrong for a man to be intimate with another man."

"There is nothing wrong with him," His Majesty shouts, his voice somehow louder this time, the heaving of his chest growing more dramatic with every deep breath. "What is wrong here is you, Delilah. You are disgusting and pitiful, I do not know how I ever allowed you to weasel your way into my bed, let alone my heart. You have used me as a tool to harm my own son. All because of his sexual orientation, which is not only not something he could choose but is not any of your business to begin with. As his father and ruler of this kingdom, I have no objections to my son marrying a man. I simply want him to be happy. All I have ever wanted for him is to thrive, to lead a life he can be proud of, filled with all the love and joy a person could possibly possess. The only reason I went along with your scheme in the first place is that you said the kingdom would be against him."

"Your Majesty..." the witch begins but she is unable to defend herself.

The king immediately interrupts her, uncaring of whatever excuses she plans to hurl his way; none of that matters right now.

"You had best get in that room and use your magic to heal that boy," he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument. "While he may be your creation, he is still married to my son, that makes him your prince, Delilah. If you fail at resuscitating him, I will consider it high treason."

The witch gulps audibly, bowing her head slightly at the prominent and promising threat behind the king's words.

"Yes, Your Majesty," she whispers before turning and entering Henry's bedroom.

"Your Highness," she mumbles, acknowledging the prince's presence before shuffling closer to the bed.

Having overheard the majority of the dispute between the witch and his father, Henry bites his tongue, holding back the disdain he has for the woman standing in his bedroom.

While it is wholly her fault that they are in this current predicament, if there is even a slight chance that she can save Caleb...

With tears in his eyes and a crack in his voice, Henry asks...

"Can you really help him?"

Shrugging her shoulders and entirely avoiding eye contact with the prince, the witch quietly responds...

"I created him." Clearing her throat, she gestures to his body lying in the bed and adds...

"I also did this to him. There has to be something I can do to reverse it."

Henry observes silently, a quiet voice in his head urging him to speak to his father, he had obviously misjudged him this entire time.

However, the prince is unable to move, incapable of tearing his gaze away from the love of his life lying so helplessly before him.

Besides, he cannot find it within himself to wholly place his trust in the witch after everything else she has done.

[midsummereve1993]

your what

@youlightmeupfinn @la-undercover-latina @appetite4savage @valeriiecameron

Warnings talks of pregnancy.

A/n so this was something I just cooked up last night before I went to bed and just finished it up this morning, please let me know what you think and let me know. Be geting a lot more ideals in my head.

May 3 2022 9:00 am

Mick woke to the smell of breakfast and got up and headed downstairs to see his wife dancing in the kitchen, after a beautiful mourning of making love they fell asleep roughly after five this morning and to see his wife wide awake with no hint of tiredness made him smile, he listen and heard the lyrics of girls girls girls which made him smile because that was the song she would sing when she was happy. ““Well this is a sight to see my wonderful wife dancing to my song he said and watched her jumped and turned around to look at him her green eyes glareing into him, ““what did I said about scarring me like that because I could’ve had something in my hand she said and turned back to the stove pouring the eggs into a bowl and turning off the stove brought the food to the table.

““This looks good baby he said and give her a kiss as he sat down in the chair, today was band practice for the stadium tour next mouth and honestly he couldn’t wait, it was going to happen in 2020 but Covid shut everything down and now its happing this year. ““So what are your plans today baby he said looking to his wife and saw her take a slip of her water and looked back at him. ““Well I am going to hang out with the girls today and probably do some shopping today she said geting the dishes up and heading towards the sink and mick went to give her a kiss and headed out the door to practice.

After he left Abigail begin to cry,  she had started feeling sick two weeks ago and thought it was just something she age but this mouth her period was late and she brought a test which come out Positive sent her into a breakdown. When she married mick in 2009 he asked her on there honeymoon if she wanted kids and she told she was perfectly happy without any kids which was true since mick had three growing children of his own but now she was pregnant and she had no ideal how he would react.

May 4 2022 12:00 pm

After hours of practicing they let loose for a break and that is when mick heard the girls coming In but was shocked to learn his wife was not among them, ““Brittany where is Zelda mick said worrying something was wrong, ““you tell us she called before we come over and said she wasn’t feeling too good and decided to stay at home which is strange because just a couple days ago she was ok Brittany said heading over to Tommy leavening mick speechless. She was right it was definitely unlike his wife to miss out on hanging with the girls especially since him and her was ruby godparents and Abby didn’t kiss a chance to spend time with her. 

““I wouldn’t worry too much Courtney said as she saw the look on mick’s face, ““she probably just wasn’t feeling it since today is your birthday and she probably wanted to get some things done which we understand Courtney said giving mick a pat on the back and headed off to find her husband. After a few more hours they finally decided to call it quits and head home. On the way home mick tried to think of what he could say to his wife when he got home, he was right to worry since sh didn’t hang with the girls and he noticed she had be acting strange and maybe court was right maybe she did have something planed. As the car pulled in the driveway he told his driver thinks and headed inside the house.

May 3 2022 6:00 am

By now it was six o clock which was when he normally walked in from working or being in the studio but this time it was different, as soon as he opened the door he smelled chicken Alfredo which was odd because Abby always said that was the hardest dish to make since Abby wanted things to be homemade and not store brought. ““Baby i”m home he said out loud and headed into the kitchen to see the delicious food siting on the table but he didn't see his wife.

He saw the bathroom door open and saw his wife step out of the room making him notice how pale she was and made his way over to wrapped her in a hug, "Hi baby I didn't know you was home Abby said Leaning in to give her a husband a kiss before heading over to the table to pour some sweet tea for the both of then. "I just got home he said siting down and waited till she fixed there plates before he asked the dreaded question. "So I spoke to the girls today and they told me you didn't come and I noticed you haven't be acting like yourself since last week which worried me he said and noticed how big her eyes got.

Abigail was shaking like a lead on tree as she thought of a way to tell him and hope she wouldn't leave him, "I'm so so sorry mick I really am and I understand If you want to leave me Abigail said crying her eyes out at the dinner table making mick get up and headed and pulled her from the table into his arms. "Leave you baby why would I leave you, just because you didn't meet the girls doesn't mean I am going to leave you mick said confused. If she thought he would leave because of that then she was being silly.

"No no no it isn't about not meeting the girls it's what I found out and now you will definitely leave Abby said breaking free of mick arms and headed toward the bathroom prompting mick to follow, "Baby slow down please tell me what is the matter and we can get through it together he said comming to the bathroom door to see his wife looking into the mirror and saw the doubt in her eyes. "Baby just tell me please mick said grabbing his wife hands.

"I'm due in December she said which made mick freeze, "what did you say he said wanting to make sure he heard right. "Mick I'm pregnant and due at the end of December Abby said fully breaking down at the look on mick face. "Hey baby look at me mick said grabbing his wife head and making her look at him, "I am not going to leave you because of this no way in hell he said Leaning in to give her a kiss on the cheek.

"But mick I know I told you that I was perfectly happy with just living with you but I don't want you to think I planned this and I Abby said before tears started falling down her face making mick pull her into a hug. "Hey calm down baby and listen to me, "I know what you said but look at it like this we gonna have our own prince or princes to spoiled he said making Abby laugh at the thought of there son or daughter being spoiled.

"And I aways wanted another girl, I have stormy but I definitely wouldn't mind another girl mixk said kissing his wife on the lips. "Mmmm this is how we got into this mess in the first place mick we need to stop, "dinner is geting cold. Both of them headed into the kitchen and ate supper before doing the dishes and headed up to bed.

"You know something this is the best birthday present I ever got well almost he said making Abby giggle, "honestly this wasn't something I had planned to share on the day before you birthday but tomrrow I got a whole lot plan so why don't we just cuddle up now and tomrrow I will give your birthday present Abby said Leaning up to give him a kiss before going to bed. Mick laid there thinking about the new life growing in his wide stomach and couldn't wait to become a dad again, if nikki could do it then so could he.

[alexkablob]

Okay, so, usually I’m talking about Marrow, because Marrow was designed in a laboratory to be everything that I, specifically, love in a character, but right now I’m gonna talk about Harriet, who I also love.

I’ve thought for a while now that Harriet...doth protest too much. You don’t reach the level of bitterness she’s expressed towards Ruby, Penny, or the rest of the kids, if you aren’t compensating for the fact that you did actually like them and are now feeling betrayed. You just don’t. And Ren confirmed that she’s overcompensating, that she doesn’t actually believe a word she’s saying and is desperately trying to convince herself that she’s fine, but it was an offhand line of Harriet’s that unlocked the key to her entire character.

Like Marrow replaced Tortuga.

That one line tells us so much.

Because right now, like Ren calls out, she’s grieving for Clover and trying to pretend she isn’t, because this is Atlas and they aren’t allowed to process their feelings. Clover’s dead, Winter’s replaced him—(even though Winter must be younger than anyone else here but Marrow, she’s less experienced, she doesn’t know what she’s doing, Ironwood only shoved her into the role because he trusts her more and that must sting, and is it any wonder Schnee’s the one that gets the favoritism)—and it’s fine.

Just like it’s fine that Marrow replaced Tortuga.

Tortuga, Harriet. Tortoise to her Hare. From the context of her mourning Clover? Tortuga meant something to her. They were her partner, she cared about them, and...they died. They were killed. Odds are very high that Harriet watched it happen. Odds are very high that she blames herself on some level.

And then she was told no, you can’t mourn them, you’re not supposed to care about them, you have to move on and replace them immediately.

It’s not an accident she said this to two members of Team JNPR. Imagine if, the day after Pyrrha’s death, Oscar had suddenly been slotted in her place and Jaune was told he’s your partner now, because Pyrrha was ultimately interchangeable with anyone else. Because that’s what happened to Hare.  From the moment we met her, Harriet Bree has been a woman drowning in grief that she isn’t allowed to process, and so...she pushes people away, she’s snippy, she’s abrasive, she does exactly what Ren has been doing since Volume 7.

Is it any wonder she’s always on Marrow’s ass so much? He never had a chance with her. It really doesn’t help that he is the rookie of the team, that he’s less experienced than Tortuga would have been, that he’s desperate to prove himself and feel included and doesn’t feel at all safe in expressing discomfort with anything that the others do, because he’s constantly aware of how quickly he could lose everything he’s worked for.

He could never be good enough, and that’s not his fault, because the well was poisoned from the start.

Harriet refuses to let herself get attached to Marrow because she’s already been burned and then forced to walk on the open wound, and she’s hypercritical of him because he’s a constant, walking reminder of what she sees as her past failures. And while he sure isn’t appreciative of it, and sure as hell doesn’t owe it to her to be understanding, the true fault lies in the system that forced them to work together in the first place.

#rwby #rwby spoilers #harriet bree #marrow amin #someone GET THIS WOMAN SOME GRIEF COUNSELING

[itsclydebitches]

Something I haven't seen anybody talk about is how RWBYs rejection of Ozpin puts their entire team in question. Ruby only overcame her hesitation in being leader with Ozpins assurance that mistakes were natural and she would rise to the occasion; Weiss only gave Ruby a chance once she had it pointed out that she thought she knew better than Ozpin and was being narrow minded. Shouldn't they find themselves questioning their team dynamic after rejecting the man they based it on?

We've discussed the lack of nuance in the Ozpin situation before, specifically how everyone has a uniform reaction to only the last part of the vision, but I think that lack of nuance extends to how underdeveloped and at times confusing their relationship with Ozpin is post-Beacon.

As you say, he had a hand in developing what's supposed to be the group's family, their team. I'm not saying he was solely responsible for the bonds they formed, or even that he had some huge impact beyond that gentle steering/running the school that put them in the same place, but just that he had some impact and that's never acknowledged.

Nor was his status as their headmaster more generally. They never mourned for him as a mentor, or even just another victim of the Fall of Beacon.

No one engages with the instability his death supposedly caused, though Volume 7's election plot shows that the group doesn't care at all about the politics of their world, even though Blake is supposed to.

When Ozpin reappears they're happy to see him... but in a way that implies they've got a cute little brother to tease now, not an ally deserving of equal respect, let alone a mentor.

This intensifies when Yang shows up and very publicly (within the group) challenges him. She believes she knows best, she's taking Raven at her word, she's calling Ozpin out in front of everyone, she's demanding promises after being proven wrong... the respect from Beacon is gone.

Then all of Volume 6-8 happens and we see that the group will not only turn on him in an instant, but are happy to cut him out of their lives completely. Saving Oscar, Ruby, and Maria's lives doesn't help. Presumably needing him to get into Atlas doesn't help. Months of down time and repeating his decisions doesn't help. He becomes nonexistent to them once the story no longer has need of him.

Tackling how rejecting Ozpin impacts the group's understanding of their own dynamic would require the story knowing what their relationship to Ozpin is. It's all over the place. He's the kind, mysterious mentor. Then he's the funny dude connected to a kid stranger. Then he's the worst person ever, despite the group having encountered Salem's henchmen already, the people actually trying to murder and kidnap them. Then he's insignificant for a huge stretch of time. Now he's... just there. I would have loved a scene, for example, where Ruby tries to come to terms with two different versions of Ozpin in her head: the one who trusted her with a team when she didn't even believe in herself vs. the one who didn't trust her with Salem's secret. That there is a major theme of a coming of age story, where the child realizes that the adults around her are fallible and lead complicated lives of their own. But, again, the desire for such a scene requires two things that RWBY continually fails to produce. The first is emotional payoff. Ruby didn't even react to Penny's resurrection, let alone her headmaster's place in her life. The second is a sound moral standing that acknowledges the nuance of the situation. If Ruby were to consider who Ozpin really is, that would require her to think about the differences between those events, which leads us to all the arguments we've been saying since Volume 6. Why would Ozpin trust her with a team but not Salem? Maybe because getting a team was a part of her structured education and this is a world-defining war. Maybe because she's seen first-hand what learning about Salem does to people, understands how fear can drive you to make questionable choices, and now knows that this secret is tied up in Ozpin's trauma. Maybe because she showed up in his safehouse when he never had any intention of getting her involved and she forced his hand by stealing a magical relic.

Having Ruby - or anyone - express ambivalence with the Ozpin situation because of what he's done for them, including how he helped form their team, would require the story to see him as something other than the 100% antagonist of this situation. They should be questioning a LOT of stuff post-vision, including what it means to so completely reject the man who helped form the core bonds they're now relying on to survive this war. I'm not saying the group owes him, I'm saying it takes a remarkably callous person (a remarkably one-note character) to never even struggle with, or just question what it means when someone who previously helped you so much suddenly hurts you instead. Ruby should be thinking about Ozpin letting her into Beacon early in the same way Yang should be thinking about Ironwood giving her an arm. These are defining moments for these girls, changing the course of their lives, and they occurred because of these men. That generates a certain amount of good will and fond feelings, something that never reappears once Ozpin and Ironwood came under fire. Just like we can't expect emotional nuance for the headmaster when the BFF Penny got none, I'm not at all surprised we failed to get an examination of team dynamics when the bigger, more obvious Ozpin influences were passed over too.

#rwde #rwby #mymetas #long post

[palbabor-writes]

OK so please consider typical Shig/reader where theres unspoken mutual attraction and they're not quite together but it's Post-kamino Shig, like IMMEDIATE post-kamino where he's still processing and incredibly vulnerable from just losing his sensei. I've had this in my head for a while but IDK how it would go and I think you'd do it justice (just ignore this if u don't wanna i just needed to put it out there 😌)

ugh, i loved this idea. where do you find them lydia? they just live in your mind rent free and i want to go to there. gosh, thank you for the ask.

Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Adult language, SMUT, NSFW/18+ only, mild angst, pivotal life moments, TW: drinking/drug use, masturbation, blow jobs, face fucking, spanking/mild pain play, vaginal fingering, cunniliginus, overstimulation, switching, dirty talk, loss of virginity (if you squint), dominance, vaginal sex     

Word Count: 11,800

Notes: oh man. so, if the word count didn’t give it away, this is plot, with a hefty dose of porn. in my mind, this is all part of the grieving process for shigaraki and he’s having a rough time coming to terms with what he’s needing to do. yeah, AFO supported him and enabled him to build a following, but he also hid all of the major pieces from him (i.e. the doctor & gigantomachia) so i can see him mourning for AFO as a teacher & as a psudo loved one, after all, at the end of that chapter he’s clutching those hands to him like he’ll fall apart without them. 

Edited by the lovely Lydia: @kugutsuu. she is the best and if you’re not reading her works, all I have to say is: YOU SHOULD BE. 

Mise en Place

/mē-ˌzäⁿ-ˈpläs/ noun or verb  a French culinary phrase which means "putting in place" or "everything in its place.”

This has got to be the strangest, hole in the wall, bar you’ve ever worked at. 

The patrons are touchy and most seem downright dangerous. The whole lot of them are more like mid level criminals than the usual haggard, overworked, regular, citizens you find in local watering holes.  Meanwhile, the gentleman who runs the day to day operations shares more similarities with a will o’ the wisp than a man, and the bar itself is smack dab in one of the seediest parts of town. 

The liquor selection, however, is top of the line. Some of the labels you haven’t seen outside of posh hotels or high class country clubs, and many of the older bottles are rarities. Honestly, there are so many of the high brow bottles that you’re not sure who to ask about the rail selection. There’s no real order to the place and it’s the most free reign you’ve ever been given with your mixology experiments. There’s not even a listing of drinks to go off of. But, if the disgruntled evening crowd is happy, then so is the upper management. All they ask is that you lock up before you leave.

No, nothing about this place makes sense. But, it does pay well and, right now, that’s the only thing you need to worry about.

There’s one other barkeep, a stogy man named Akio. He usually works the day shift, but late yesterday afternoon, he’d given you a call and asked if the two of you could swap for the duration of next week. At first, you’d balked, worried you’d need to schmooze with an unfamiliar bunch of regulars, who’d then decline to tip simply because you were new. But, Akio had sweetened the pot with the promise of $20,000 yen, so, you’d agreed. 

“It’s fairly quiet in the afternoon,” Akio reassured you. “It’s really just putting away shipment and serving the odd customer who happens to pass by. The only thing...well, I’m sure you’ve met him. You’ve been working there for over a month, no way you could miss him.” 

“Who?” you ask, twirling your spoon in your mid-morning coffee, curious, but not wanting to seem overly eager in your questioning. You like your night shift and you’re not wanting this to become a regular swap. You detest having to lug heavy boxes to and fro, pulling liquor and checking lot numbers, ick. Plus, if it really is that slow in the afternoons, it would only be a matter of time before Kurogiri would come after you with a duster and ask you to clean the upper shelves. Yeah, no, thanks. This would be a one week deal, ONLY.

“His name is Shigaraki. He’s, er, different. I suppose you’ll meet him soon, if you haven’t already.”

“Shigaraki? No, that name doesn’t ring a bell. Is he--”

“I have to go, my son is here. Thanks again for the swap and talk soon, (Y/N).”

The line clicks and you let your phone fall from your ear, clattering the metal and plastic along your kitchen table. Shigaraki, you think, taking a scalding sip of your coffee, no, that’s not a name you’ve heard before. Wonder what it is about him that has Akio so on edge. It’s not like him to give you, er, whatever that strange heads-up had been. Either way, it would take more than a vague descriptor like different, to spook you off. 

******

Akio was right, on all counts, about the haze of monotony that permeated the afternoon shift at the bar. 

Well, right on everything except a sighting of that elusive Shigaraki guy. No, the whole afternoon it’s just been you, Kurogiri, and one, rather sloshed old man, who you’ve long since cut off, and propped at the far end of the bartop. It’s been a dull, slow, day. Thank God you’d taken that extra cash from Akio, or this might not even turn out to be worth your while. 

You’re slipping another bottle of whiskey on the lower shelf when you hear a barstool scrape back. You turn at the sound, your head already lifted and a small, friendly, smile lingering on your lips. There’s a lanky guy, dressed all in black with a mop of wavy white hair, working himself onto the small seat. His head is lowered and he hasn’t bothered to look up at you, not yet, anyway. He looks, not really young, but you can’t tell and you’re not about to let some underaged kid worm his way in here. You’ve had enough of those punks sneaking in in the evening, thank you. 

“Gimme a shot of scotch,” the man says, his voice low, with a quiet rasp racing along the tone. It’s a strange timbre and it makes you pause, your eyes scanning those pearlescent strands of hair that are hiding his face from view.

“Hmph,” you snort, arching a brow at his attempts at concealment. He must be underage, who comes up to a barkeep with a ducked head and demands a scotch? 

“Let me give you a piece of advice, don’t come into a bar and immediately refuse to make eye contact with the bartender. We��re like animals at the zoo, we startle easily and don’t like surprises. And, with your face tucked like that, I can’t gauge your age. So, before I get you that unnamed and unbranded scotch, I’m gonna to need to see some ID.”

The man lifts his head at your preamble and you feel your breath catch at the raw annoyance that’s etched across his scarred and cracked face. His eyes are a rich red, closer to ruby and they latch onto yours, insistent and sharp. It’s a deeply intense stare and you can’t seem to pull yourself away, your brow furrowing at his sudden shift in demeanor. 

“I don’t have an ID,” he snaps, his lips lifting into a snarl, showing you the vivid whiteness of his teeth. 

You lick your lips and his gaze follows the motion, eyes lowering, freeing you from that uneasy imprisonment he’d abruptly ensnared you in.

Your heart is beating rapidly against your throat and you shake your head, refocusing your bewildering reaction to this guy's presence. “I-I haven’t heard that one before,” you say, taking a few steadying breaths and tossing a dirty glass in the dishwasher, looking for any task that will let you step away from this strange interaction. 

“You must be new,” he says, leaning back and hunching those dark shoulders. You watch him out of the corner of your eye and shut the dishwasher door, hitting the button to run a cycle. 

“Nope,” you correct him, pulling out two fresh glasses and lining them up on the bartop, reaching for the rail scotch. “I’ve worked here for over a month.”

“Never seen you before.”

“That makes two of us,” you reply, flipping the bottle up and filling both glasses with four counts of the dark liquor. You press one to him and lift the other for yourself. The man narrows his eyes at you and looks pointedly at the glass in your hands. 

“You supposed to drink on the clock?”

You laugh and he shifts back at the sound, his head bowing forward, another scowl lifting his lips. Realizing you must have made him uncomfortable, you step toward him and clumsily clink your glass against his, tilting your head at the surrealness of this whole conversation. “They don’t really care what I do. Come on, stranger who has no ID, bottoms up.”

He looks from you to the shot a few times before finally relenting and taking the vessel in a strange four fingered grip, his middle finger arched carefully away. Once you’re sure he’s actually going to toast with you, you sling your shot back, enjoying the sharp burn of the rich liquor. 

You’re about to ask your new drinking companion another question when you hear his chair scrape back. By the time you’re stepping toward him, he’s already pacing down a back hallway, blending into the darkness and disappearing from your sight.

“Um! You can’t...I don’t think you can go back there. And you gotta pay, dude! Hey--”

“He doesn’t need to pay.” 

You always hear Kurogiri before you see him and today is no exception. He’s standing at the entrance to the back of the bartop and he’s watching the path the strange young man took, his shifting face turned from you. You cock your head at his assertion and swiftly place your empty glass into the soapy water of the filled sink. He likely saw you take the shot, but you’re not about to leave evidence behind. 

“What do you mean?” You ask, watching as the wisp like man turns and steps toward you, his amber slits watchful. It’s like he’s sizing you up and you shift on your feet, uncomfortable at the frank, open, assessment.  

“He’s Tomura Shigaraki, and he owns this bar.”

******     

You’re off for the next two days and the wait, the silence, is abjectly harrowing. You can’t sit down, can’t relax, can’t focus. The one time you decide to get overly familiar, of fucking course, it would be with the owner. But no one has called, and no one has sent you any messages. The empty static of your job's reticence doesn’t alleviate your nerves. 

Who knows, they might want to act out the sick power play of having you show up for your shift, only be fired as soon as you darken the doorway.

The next afternoon, you take a familiar route to the bar, your feet tapping hollowly along the steps and alleyways that wind to the rusty entrance. You come in the front, blinking against the darkness, and lock the door behind you. Everything is quiet. But, in forty minutes, the open sign will switch on and you need to get your bar set up, plus slap on a little bit of makeup. You’re so lost in thought that you’re almost to the long bartop when you spot him.

It’s Tomura Shigaraki. He’s sitting at the same bar stool and his head turns as you approach, those unearthly red eyes lingering over you. It’s a different look, very, very removed from that harsh glare he’d given you the other day. He looks less hostile and more, well, curious. 

You give him a cursory nod and pad behind the high counter, taking the final glasses out of the dishwasher and removing the stoppers from all the open liquor bottles. He’s still watching you and you can feel his gaze as it bores into your back, your side, your front. You attempt to ignore him, but the constant threat of those insistent red eyes is beginning to frustrate you. Finally, once you’ve replaced the cash drawer, you lift your gaze to his. 

“What is it?” Your voice sounds waspish, but you don’t care.

“Nothing,” he replies, leaning forward and propping his chin on his palm, not breaking that unsettling leer. 

“So stop staring at me,” you bristle, unsure why your heart is starting to beat a rapid tattoo against your ribs. You don’t know this guy. Sure, he’s mysterious and almost handsome, in a dark horse kinda way, but there’s no reason for him to give you this odd staredown. You’ve done absolutely nothing to warrant this attention, well, besides drinking on the job, but he could just fire you for that, if it was so troublesome. Either way, he should either speak up, or knock it off. 

He smirks at your impudence and murmurs a raspy, “No,” back, his head tilting, waiting for your next move. 

“You’re a real charmer, you know that?” You scoff, crossing your arms and jutting your chin defiantly. 

“Whatever you say,” he breathes, that smile of his deepening, making his vermillion eyes shine. And, just like that, the two of you wander into a stilted game of give and take. 

For the first few days, he makes sure he’s there before you arrive for the last of your afternoon shifts, his dark back already perched over the bartop as you shut the door behind you. Then, when you transition back to the evening shifts, he’s there too, sitting at that familiar perch, his eyes always, always watching, observing. You continue to ignore him and he seems to relish your agitated silence, flashing you dark smirks and quiet laughs.

Finally, two weeks into this stagnated stalemate, you make a point to strike up a real conversation with him. He’s obviously taken aback by your first few questions, his eyes wide and jaw tense, but he plays along. 

Over time, the two of you carefully erect a haphazard friendship. And that chair of his? That center barstool? He used to not mind if another person was sitting in it when he arrived late, but recently that’s all changed. Now he guards it ferociously. Snapping and glaring at anyone who is stupid enough to drift into it. 

Along with the lingering looks and burgeoning, almost flirty, dialogue you’ve pushed him into, he’s also gotten very demanding of your attention. If you spend too much time talking with another customer, or with Kurogiri, he pouts and darkens until you return, his tense form losing that sharpness.  It's almost like he’s got a crush on you, but he’s not sure what to do with the newfound sensation, lost and confounded by your teases and grins. 

Most people, you notice, give him a wide berth, but not you. No, you like his keen wit and heated musings. He’s fascinating and you want to see more. And in his flustered confusion, he lets you lean in, blinking and wide eyed at your open, flagrant interest in him.

******   

As the weeks drift into summer, things start to change at the bar. 

There’s some atypical deposit of power that’s been bestowed upon the place. People you’ve never seen before, begin to frequent the premises, sharing videos and whispered conversations about that man, Chizome Akaguro, better known to the general public as the Hero Killer. 

Tomura flits between several, dark moods, clutching his newly injured shoulder and murmuring complaints about hero society, All Might and the Hero Killer. Apparently, there had been an altercation between the two of them and Tomura didn’t hide his ire, his agitation from you. No, he would vent to you, his voice gravel and ash as he snarled his rage.  

Then, as if things couldn’t get any stranger, one evening a young girl begins to hang around, pestering you for a soda and prattling on and on about blood. Another new guy slips in a few hours later, his skin marred by thick, ragged burns and staples. He’s quiet, rudely demanding a shot and nursing it in a corner, his bright blue eyes flashing as he stares vacantly out at the crowd by the well. 

A quiet man, called Spinner, asks you for a water, and you acquiesce, watching as his green hands wrap around the glass, downing the liquid in a quick gulp. Later, there’s a robust, loud, clearly confused guy, wearing a skin tight black bodysuit loitering by your bartop. He keeps entreating you for a drink, then tells you to buzz off seconds later. Exasperated, you plunk a whole bottle down beside his glass and continue on with your work, ignoring his chatter. 

Finally, a man in a white mask and a top hat rounds out the strange posse and the group gathers together, hovering around Tomura, asking questions and listening to his rasping answers. 

Thankfully, the rag-tag group leaves soon after closing, all of them shouldering their way back out into the night. You shake your head as the door closes behind them, gathering the collection of dirty glasses they left in their wake. Only Tomura remains, sipping meditatively on his drink, his red eyes foggy and unfocused. You know from experience that it’s not a good time to ask him questions, so you continue with your closing duties, keeping your eyes down.

Something is going on, that much is clear. But, unless you could worm the information out of Tomura, you’d likely never fully know all of the details. Part of you warns that it’s likely dangerous. Many of the people who haunt the bar are low level villains or brokers, not a winning combination if you’re wanting to stay out of the fray, and on the right side of the law. 

You finish wiping everything down and return to Tomura, asking him softly if you can wash his empty glass. His eyes lift to yours and the expression that greets you almost makes you want to reach out and cup his cheek. He looks tired, worn thin and so, so needy. You’ve never seen him like this. It almost feels like he’s showing you something he’s never revealed to anyone else, a vulnerability that only you can see. He’s giving you access to a quiet secret that can hang between the two of you, safe in the knowledge that he can trust you with it. That urge to stroke a finger down his roughed brow rises again, but you shove the impulse away, rattled by your sudden, visceral, reaction to him. 

To distract yourself, you snatch up his glass, and turn from the intensity of his stare, a slow prickle of gooseflesh trembling along your skin. As you run hot water and soap over the vessel, you feel your heart begin to pound and you chance another peek at Tomura’s quiet form. As usual, he’s watching you, but he looks unfocused again, that broken vulnerability tucked away. You want to ask him if he’s ok, but before you can croak the words out, he pushes his stool back and paces down the dark hallway, leaving you alone and bewildered. 

******

A few days later, you ask Kurogiri if you can sneak away for a minute, you need a break. The bar has been packed since nine and you could use a quick breather. It’s the first night Tomura hasn’t stopped by and his absence has bothered you. You missed his grumpy quips and his persistent glances. All this time, you’d thought it was just him that was catching any kind of feelings, but it looks like he’s somehow managed to nag his way into your psyche, too. 

You take the back stairs quietly and let yourself out onto the alleyway balcony, climbing the rickety fire escape to the rooftop. You’d found the access to the roof your second week and it’s still your favorite place in the whole bar. On a clear night, you can see all the way to downtown Tokyo. It’s always quiet this high up, tranquil and serene. You brace yourself against the concrete wall and watch the lights of the city glimmer, like distant jewels, in the darkness.

You pull a small joint from your pant pocket and flick your lighter on, setting the edge of the rolling paper alight and taking a slow drag. The inhale fills your lungs with a light pressure and you savor the feeling before blowing a thin line of smoke into the night. You get a few more hits in before you hear the fire escape stairs rattle, signaling that someone is coming your way. You debate dampening your roach, but you don’t want to waste it, so you tuck the smoldering paper in your other hand, maneuvering it out of sight. 

The white shine of his hair always gives him away. 

Tomura hops over the ledge and his eyes are already lifting, searching for yours as he stands. You arch an eyebrow at his tense stance and you can’t help your giddy smile. “Everything ok?” 

“Kurogiri said you were taking a break,” he replies, dipping his long fingers into his pockets and sauntering over to the patch of concrete you’re braced against. 

“Yeah,” you confirm, waiting until he’s closer to lift the joint back to your lips, taking a steadying pull and scooting over, so he can fit beside you on the wall. “It’s busy, and I’ve been slinging drinks all night. Just wanted to decompress for a bit.”

Tomura doesn’t reply, but he does slot himself close, the warmth of his broad shoulder radiating against yours. The two of you drift into a companionable silence, and the only sounds that greet you is the quiet hush of traffic below and your inhales and exhales of smoke. 

“You got another meeting?” you ask, crossing your arms and pressing minutely closer, enjoying the distant shiver Tomura gifts you. 

“No,” he murmurs, his voice low. You think that might be the end of the conversation but he continues a few seconds later, his head tilting toward yours, those red eyes scanning your upturned face. “They’re on a mission. I’m not able to participate. It will need to be like a SIM game. They are the pieces that I’ll move over the board, they’ll act to my battle plan.”

You turn to him, your eyes wide. “So, they’re just...pawns? Little NPC’s that don’t matter?”

Tomura laughs and his teeth gleam in the moonlight and distant shine of the neon lights. “Of course not. Do I look that heartless? No, they’re valuable players and if this goes right, we’ll be able to take on the next level with a decided edge.” 

You let that last comment hover, pausing to take another huff, your eyes lowered, brooding over his words. “So, you’re their vanguard leader?”

“Sure,” Tomura nods, “We can’t keep grinding each mission, hoping to pick up any XP these heroes happen to drop. We need to make waves of our own.”

“Oh? Like the Hero Killer?”

“No,” Tomura snarls, his arm tensing beside yours, a hand rising to scritch at his scarred neck agitatedly. “Nothing like him. We’re looking past him. He was too short sighted, so busy following his own code of justice that he didn’t notice he was breeding more heroes, not putting them down.”

“Hmm,” you sigh, thumping your head lightly against the concrete behind you. “That is true. But, you can’t deny he’s brought up some serious divisions. It’s funny, really. It makes me think of this little hero toy I had when I was younger. 

It was of an older hero, he prolly died long ago, but I loved that toy when I was a kid. Then, as I got older, it stopped mattering and one day, without me even realizing it, it lost its importance entirely. I wonder if hero society will ever shift to that. With the fractures that have been seen at UA and all over Japan, it could be a matter of time before real change starts to happen. Anyway, I wasn’t meaning to grill you on your, uh, projects. I was--”

“What toy?” 

His question nonpluses you and you cock your head, blinking up at his peripheral stare. “Um, I think it was of that fast hero, O’clock. It was my older brothers originally, but he passed it down to me. No idea where it is now. It likely got lost in a move or accidentally left behind.”

Tomura lifts his eyes from yours, his jaw clenching and a slow gulp echoing down his lean throat. You watch the bob of his Adam’s apple, fascinated by the movement. That urge to touch him is back and you have to clench your fingers into your palms to quiet it. 

You’re so distracted by your primal reaction to him, that you miss his question and he has to repeat it, his eyes slipping back to yours, the red dark. 

“What?” you ask, blinking against the acuteness of his gaze. 

“Can I take a hit of that?”

“Of what...oh.” You lift the half smoked joint and chuckle at yourself, pressing the smoldering paper toward him. “Sure. You had one before?”

“Does it matter?” He scoffs, carefully taking the white roach from you and raising it to his chapped lips.

“Go slow,” you warn as he begins to inhale, his eyes drifting to a half mast, concentrating.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he grumbles, pulling a tentative, but heavy, drag into his lungs.

“Fine,” you scoff playfully, “do what you want. But don’t blame me when you’re coughing up a lung.”

He rolls his eyes, but doesn’t heed your advice and, seconds later, he’s clutching at his throat, dropping the joint onto the broken gravel and concrete as he heaves. Instinctively, you thump him on his back and run your palm soothingly over his lean shoulder blades, surprised by the corded muscle that greets you. For a relatively thin guy, he’s certainly packing some strength under that unassuming form of his. 

Tomura startles at your touch and he yanks himself away from you, his head ducked, eyes fastening onto yours, the irises accusatory and bright, burning with some underlying emotion that you’re too nervous to name right now. 

“Uh,” you begin, aghast that you’ve upset him, “m-my bad…”

But, he’s already leaving, his head firmly turned from you, clambering over the edge and back onto the fire escape, leaving you alone in the darkness. 

******                

After that night, you can’t slip him out of your mind. Even when you sleep, you can see those red eyes of his, gleaming and hungry. One evening, you’d even woken with your fingers firmly pressed to your throbbing clit, stumbling and gasping, shaking free of a dream of him. He’d felt so real, so in focus and you can’t catch your breath, fingers still rubbing a tight circle over your quivering bundle of nerves. You pant as you break yourself, sukling in the whites and reds that haze over your vision. Yeah, that crush of his definitely isn’t a one sided thing.

The next shift you work, he’s waiting for you, perched in his familiar seat, his shoulders curved and tight. You give him a glance, but he doesn’t meet your eyes. His hands are lowered, fiddling with something under the bartop. You begin to open your bar, trying to quiet your wandering thoughts, not wanting to perturb him again. You’re uncorking a red wine when he presses something across the mahogany wood of the bar, toward you.

It’s small, with dark colors and a tiny, familiar, upper half mask. You let the bottle of wine thud against the counter, abandoning the half opened bottle to move closer. It’s...it’s your-- No. It can’t be yours, but it is the same toy, the one you’d mentioned on the roof the other night. How did he?

You gulp and look up at him, your heart pulsing wildly against your ribs. For the first time, he looks away from you first, his white hair pillowing across his brow. His lips start to rise in an all too habitual scowl and his raspy voice lifts to your ears. “If you don’t want it,” he grouses, one hand pulling away from the offered toy, clearly flustered by your wondering gaze. Without thinking, you slip your fingertips over the top of his hand, prolonging the touch, sulking in the warmth of him. 

His fingers curl, some unconscious tremor racing along his digits. He almost yanks himself away, but then he stops, sighing as his eyes lift to yours. For a long moment, the two of you watch the other. You can hear his breathing speed up and you can almost smell the shift in the air. All it would take is one, tiny push to break that delicious tension. 

Tomura’s nostrils flare as you start to lean closer, your body curving toward his, fingers still pressing into his skin. Your tongue dips out, wetting your lower lip and pulling it into your mouth, sucking on the plush flesh. His eyelids have lowered and he’s mirroring your motions, his elbows assisting his lift, his face upturning, seeking, reaching.

With a bang, the front door is flung open and it breaks the spell that’s fallen over the two of you. Tomura leans away first, his eyes narrowed in agitation, sliding from your open face to the darkness of the entryway. You exhale a shaking breath and follow Tomura’s gaze. It’s that masked man, the one with the top hat and he’s already striding confidently forward, peppering Tomura with a series of questions. 

Snagging up his gift to you, you walk back to your bottle of wine. 

******    

You don’t have a chance to see Tomura again until he tells you, one evening, that the bar is going to be closed for the next few days. Then, over his shoulder, you spot the blonde boy, strapped and bound into a stiff chair and you blanch, stunned, too overwrought to give him more than a one word acknowledgement before stumbling back outside. In all of your talks, he’d never mentioned anything like this. That boy looked like a kid, barely past middle school, his eyes wild and defiant, but also so, so frightened. 

No, you think, pacing your apartment, it’s impossible to come to terms with this. You can’t stay there, can’t work there. It’s too dangerous, too close to a real criminal den for comfort. You have to look out for yourself, no matter your feelings for the man who’s wandering down some long, lost pathway, toward a future you can’t even comprehend, let alone see.

So, you hand in your written resignation. 

Kurogiri is behind the bar when you bring it in, and you’re hoping that the early morning conversation will spare you from having to see him. The wispy, purple hand of Kurogiri is just about to take your letter when Tomura barges down the hallway. His eyes immediately land on you and he steps forward, a dark look passing over his palled features. 

“Why?” he growls, fingers snatching the paper from Kurogiri and crumbling the parchment to bits, his quirk rendering your typed words to nothingness. 

“I don’t want to be a part of any kidnapping. It…” you pause, looking toward Kurogiri and, to your surprise, he nods to Tomura and moves away, leaving the two of you alone in the vacant bar. Tomura is still glaring at you, but he’s waiting for you to finish your thought, his jaw grinding quietly. 

“This doesn’t feel like you.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Tomura scoffs, his chin jutting at the assertion. 

“This doesn’t change society. This is just some petty attempt to get back at the UA staff. It’s like...It’s like you’re asking for trouble to seek you out. You’re smarter than this. Besides, what are you going to do with him?” you smart, crossing your arms and balling your fingers into your fists. 

“What do you know about anything? That kid’s been oppressed by hero society, literally muzzled and bound--”

“As if you’re doing any better! He’s still muzzled and bound, Tomura! He’s just in a different location. This is insanity. Who put you up to doing--”

“That doesn’t matter. This conversation has nothing to do with that. You can’t leave,” Tomura snaps, his head lowering, soft white hair falling over his face. “Give it a few more days.”

“What? I can’t stay if the bar is raided and it’s prolly gonna be if you keep that kid. Besides, that’s not--”

“Just...just give me a few more days. I don’t want to beg you, I shouldn’t fucking need to beg you. It’s not an impossible request (Y/N). Just--”

“Fine,” you sigh, uncrossing your arms and watching him. He looks on edge, haggard and angry. Those emotions aren’t projected at you, you know that. Nevertheless, it doesn’t lessen the danger he’s asking you to stand with him in. But, you can give him a few days and you tell him so, trying to ignore the pattering of your heart when he looks at you and smiles.

******

Then, Kamino happens. 

You weren’t there, thank God. But he was, and now, no matter what he’d asked of you, no matter what he’d hoped for, everything shifts apart. Days linger into weeks and you’re trying your best to reason that he’d made it out in one piece. Surely, you would have heard something. The capture of the leader of the League of Villains would have been a morsel that the media would have wanted to crow about, especially after the loss of All Might. 

Late one evening, your phone rings. 

It’s an unknown, blacked out number, but something tells you to answer, so you pick it up. You almost gasp when you hear that familiar rasp and you listen to what he tells you. You can’t get over how brittle and cracked his voice sounds but you write down the address he gives you. He cloaks his true motivations with a lie. Apparently, he has your last paycheck. Like that even matters to you. Honestly, you’re just glad he’s safe and whole. But, he’s gone to all this effort to build a bridge back to him, so of course you’re going to go.

You check and double check the directions, carefully maneuvering and weaving through bus stops and back streets. Somehow, you make it and find yourself pressing open a dilapidated door and stepping into a small room. Only darkness greets you, even though the bright midday sun is shining outside. The place he’s brought you to is on a dock, on the outskirts of town, close to the salty edge of a bay. You can hear the mournful cries of a seagull as you close the door behind you, sealing yourself inside and blinking into the gloom.

It takes you a minute to catch sight of him.

He’s lingering along the edges but you can make out the glow of his eyes, red and fierce. He looks different. It’s only been a few weeks, but it looks like the weight of years has crushed him under its unfeeling grind in that short amount of time. No, Kamino has changed him, rendering him unhinged and dangerous, drifting along the peripheral of your vision. Still, you haven’t come here to witness him falling to bits at your feet. No, you’d come here with another, darker motive. 

Now, to work.

“What happened?” you ask, keeping your back firmly against the door. Watching him move closer, those red shoes of his glinting over the dark wooden floors.

“Sensei is...gone,” he replies, his voice hollow and faint. He’s mentioned his Sensei before and you’d heard the man’s strange voice echoing from that back television, like some distant, terrifying specter. But, you knew he was important to Tomura, more like a father than a teacher. However, you’d seen the news. You knew he was beaten to a pulp and captured, locked away and out of Tomura’s reach. Now, he can’t ask his Sensei for advice or support, not anymore. Even knowing what little you’ve gleaned about the strange man, Tomura must be devastated by his loss.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him, genuine in your sympathy.

Tomura nods and fishes for something in the pocket of his trench coat, lifting a thin slip of paper out and showing it to you. “Here,” he sighs, still not meeting your eyes directly. 

“Oh,” you say, moving away from the door and taking a few steps toward him. “You really did ask me here for the check, huh?”

“What else did you want?” he grumbles, his voice regaining a small slice of that familiar rasping. The question lingers and you feel your pulse speed up, your palms itching at your sides. “Or, did you want to scold me again?” Tomura continues disgruntled, and you can see a grimace pass over his face.

“You deserved it,” you confirm, taking another step, only wavering when you’re a few feet from him. “You wouldn’t be in this mess if you hadn't kidnapped that UA student. Now, the kid, and your Sensei are gone and you’re stuck here. Wherever here is”

“Look at you, quite the oracle aren’t you? So, you did come here to berate me.” Tomura snaps, dropping your pay stub to the dusty floor. 

“No,” you shake your head, not wanting this to spiral out of your control, not wanting him to simply shut you out, alone on that pier, left with all of your what ifs. “No, I didn’t come here to do that. I-I...it’s just that...well...that wasn’t you. That whole plan...it still doesn’t make sense”

“How the fuck would you know what is, or isn’t, me? You said that that morning, too. I didn’t like it then and I don’t like it now,” Tomura bristles, closing the distance and bowing up to you. You can feel the sheer heat of him radiating against your shirt and you shiver at the sensation. If you lift your hand you could touch him, you think distantly. He’s so close...He’s so... 

You gulp, trying to quell your rising emotions. “I guess, I don’t know then.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Fine,” you say, biting your lip.

“Fine,” he repeats, no doubt thinking that will be the end of it, but you’re not finished.

“You’re better than this you know,” you tell him, eyes searching for his, not relenting your glare until he finally meets you halfway, his red eyes flashing.

“Better than what? Better than you? A half baked woman, slumming her way from mid range bar, to mid range bar. Hoping you’ll catch the eye of the right person, someone who can pluck you from all the muck and grime that you lift that pretty little nose of yours at.”

“What?” you breathe, a snarl of your own etching across your face.

“Don’t act like you didn’t know what you were doing. Fucking leading me on like that--”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You thought I’d be your ticket out, or you could wager me later for a better piece, something stronger, someone that could do something for you.” Tomura is seething, his chest bumping against yours, the red of his eyes burning as he glowers at you. 

“Tomura- I don’t know what you’re talk--”

“Stop saying that. You stupid, or something? And stop saying my name like that. Like it fucking matters. You could have had anything, you know? But...but you took it all for granted. You had the world...and then it...it’s...it’s just gone.”

He’s not talking about you anymore. Even though he’s growling and spitting rage at you, he’s not talking about you. “Shigaraki,” you begin, trying to see some way to reason with him. To bring him back to you. 

“Don’t call me that,” he groans, his head dipping, almost resting against your shoulder. “I haven’t earned...that’s not me.” 

“Alright. What am I supposed to call you?” you whisper, overwhelmed and trying to resist that urge to pull him into your arms. You’ve never seen him like this, and you don’t know, you don’t…

“There you go again, acting like you care.” Tomura scoffs, rolling his eyes. 

“I do care, you ass,” you bite, turning your head toward him and letting your voice fall beside his ear. He snarls at the assertion and presses impossibly closer, trying his best to put on a show of wavering strength, knowing you might still be bullied into backing down, into denying him. But it’s not working, no you’ve come this far and you don’t want to leave him, not like this. 

“I care,” you repeat, still murmuring next to his cheek, so near you can hear, and feel, his ragged breaths, hot against your skin.

“About what?” he grunts, moving his head from you, determined to not let you win.

“About, well, you.”

“Liar,” he spits, but his voice wavers, showing you a tiny, tiny sliver of hope.

“Am not,” you counter and watch as he leans back, those vermillion eyes searching for yours. One of his hands lifts and he ghosts the digits over the top of your shoulder, watching as you shift toward the distant touch, pulled to him, like a magnet.

“Such a liar,” he posits, fingers hovering beside your neck, twitching with want. 

“No, I’m not,” you gasp, your voice so faint, you’re worried he might not hear it. But he does and he dips his head toward you, inches from your face, lips already parted and waiting. 

“Prove it,” he challenges, his voice deepening, losing that sharpened edge at long last.

So, you shove him. 

You’re not sure why that’s your first, instinctive reaction, but it’s too late to question your motives and it sparks a crazed response from the man in front of you, snapping him out of his head and refocusing him. 

He fumbles backwards, caught off guard, his red shoes catching as he lumbers, trying to not fall. His eyes flash at you and he instantly rights himself, moving back to you. Through it all, you can hear yourself saying something. It sounds like it might have been another taunt, but you can’t focus, not when he’s pressing himself against you, his fingers finally, finally touching you. 

Tomura can’t seem to settle now that he’s gotten ahold of you, his fingers tracing over your neck, your shoulders, your face, your sides. He’s panting and gasping, his fevered exhales fanning over your prickling skin.

“Get off me,” you moan, batting at his wandering hands.

“No,” he sighs, cupping your jaw and dragging you to his shaking lips. His kiss is clumsy, almost childlike. He lifts and leans, pressing halting smacks against you, grunting when you twist from him, fighting his hold.

“You don’t deserve it,” you tell him, wanting to lance that boil that’s festering in his mind, knowing he needs the pain before he can handle the sweetness of the pleasure. The last thing he needs is love. No, not right now. Hopefully, there will be time for that later. But for now, he needs something raw and shattered, something that will let him see that it’s not impossible to pick up the pieces, that he can be whole again, he just needs to try.

He drags his rough lips over yours and you lower your fingers into his snowy hair, pulling him closer, demanding that he give you more. He gasps at the sudden shift and you slip your tongue into his mouth, tangling it with his and yanking stammering moans from him. Your lips are slick now and you use the extra lubrication to slip down his neck, leaving him trembling above you. 

You dip into each and every scar, laving over all those old hurts until he’s snarling. You leave a bruising bite against his pulse and he snatches your face between his palms, dragging you back to his lips. 

“Stop squirming,” he complains, his forehead bumping against yours, trying to keep up with your rapid fire laps and sucks. 

“No,” you laugh, fingers lacing into the lapels of his trench coat and using the leverage to drag your breasts over his hardened pectorals. He grunts at the sensation, one arm wrapping around your lower back, pinning you to him. When he finally manages to work his way free of your frantic presses, he lowers his lips to your neck, mimicking the same path you’d taken with him, his teeth nipping and pulling until your humming, giving him a thin cry of encouragement that spurs him on. 

Tomura drags a canine over your pulse and you shiver, folding into his crumpled embrace. He’s almost having to hold you upright and he growls when you slip from his arms, annoyed you’re making this so fucking difficult. 

“I said, keep still,” he reminds you, heaving you back up, lean forearms bracing you to him. You smile and lace your arms around his neck, wanting his lips again. He allows the pull, loving the contrast of your plush skin against his. He’s a fast learner and this time, it’s his tongue taps and maneuvers for entrance, swallowing down your needy pants. His nose presses into your cheek and you cup at his jaw, stroking the warm skin until he slows his frantic pace, meeting you halfway, and lingering in your wet softness.

Then, just as he’s getting comfortable, you dig your teeth into his lower lip, pulling until you bleed out a little taste of copper. He snarls and shoves you away, lifting the side of his hand to his injured mouth. 

“What was that for?” He snaps, tapping his fingers against the wound, watching as they come back red. “The fuck is wrong with…” His ire stutters to a halt when he catches sight of you. 

You’ve already slipped your shirt over your head and now your fingers are twisting until you unclasp your bra, sliding the lace down your arms. The cool air makes your nipples tighten but you don’t attempt to cover yourself from him. Instead, you arch an eyebrow at his abashed expression and begin to unbutton your pants, your fingers teasingly lingering over the button and zipper, before lowering the denim down the curve of your hips. 

You don’t even hear him approach. No, you’re too distracted by your little show to notice him until you feel those warm fingers tracing over the newly bared swells of your skin. You lift your head and your eyes catch his, smiling at the hazy hunger that’s blazing out at you. His touch is tentative and you roll your eyes openly at him, lifting your own hands over his, pressing him until he’s digging those four digits into your sumptuous flesh. 

His thumb rubs over your pebbled nipple and you reward him with a low moan, your eyes slipping behind your heavy eyelids. He cups at your other breast and lifts the weight of you into his palm, openly marveling at the feel of you. Still, it’s not enough and if you’re going to get your point across, you need him to give you more than these lazy strokes. 

“Take off your jacket,” you tell him, stepping away from him, quaking minutely in the loss of his warmth. 

“What?” he asks, clearly too overwrought to hear you. So, you help him along. Your fingers snatch the shoulders of his trench and you yank it off him, tossing the fabric down to the gritty floors. Then, you shove at him again. He isn’t as taken aback this time and he rallies immediately, snatching at you and dragging you against him, making you gasp at the harsh sensation of his dark clothes against your bare front. 

“What do you want?” you ask him, licking your tongue along the underside of his jaw, listening to his shuddering breaths. “What do you want to do to me, Tomura? Come on, I know you’ve got some idea. Fucking show me. Don’t let me boss you around, unless that’s what you’re wanting today to be about. I can take those reigns from you. I’m better at this after all. Less...flustered,” you pause, sucking and nipping at his neck, enjoying the indecisive flex of his fingers on your upper arms.

He allows you one more bite and then he’s tossing you down, not caring where you land. Thankfully, you sprawl over his discarded jacket, the fabric sparing you from the neglected wooden floor. You’re trying to regain your bearings when you hear his belt clatter to the floor. You look up at him, watching as he flings that dark shirt away, showing you the lean muscles that you’ve wondered about for so long. God, for someone so lanky, he looks fucking good. 

Tomura smirks at your expression and swiftly yanks his pants and boxers away too, revealing something even more mouthwatering. Fuck, fuck, you think, an involuntary gasp leaving your lips. His cock is thick, pulsing and absolutely dripping with his precum. The tip is a lovely pink, curving toward that chiseled stomach of his and damn, you want to suck on it until he’s putty in your hands. 

As if he can read your mind, Tomura steps closer, giving himself a few tugs as he peers down on you, imperious and almost perfectly in control. “You want it?” He asks, trying to hide that sudden shift in his voice, wanting to show you that he understands what you’re expecting from him. You nod and bite your lip, looking up at him from feathery eyelashes. 

“Come here,” he requests, slowing those pulls and letting his precum slip from his fist to the floor, tempting you with those tiny droplets of arousal. Obediently, you rise to your knees, fingers tracing up his thighs, smiling at the light buckling he gives you, his calves twitching and shaking. 

You tease your way to the apex of his hips and pause, lingering along that dip of his stomach. “Can I taste you?” you question coquettishly and you adore the moan that falls from his lips. 

Taking that as a yes, you slowly lower your mouth to him, ghosting the tip of him over you. Rubbing him back and forth, painting that thick precum over your lips until they’re glistening. Tiring of this little game, his fingers dip into your hair and he grips you, hard. With one pull, he’s burying that velvet heat of his length past the ring of your lips and into the sweet cavern of your mouth. His cock swells and throbs as you lap ravenous at the hefty weight of him.

He’s salty and earthy and you let your tongue swirl over his slit, lapping into that leaking gap until he’s murmuring nonsense over you. He’s almost too big for you to take, so one of your hands lifts and wraps around his base, easing your sucks and ensuring that none of him is left out of this gift of mind numbing ecstasy you’re bestowing upon him. 

There are several veins, racing along the side of his cock and you tickle along each of them, pressing until you can feel the beat of his heart, frantic and fluttering. Soon, he begins to silently ask you for more, rutting his hips against your face, scraping himself along the back of your throat. When you heave around him he lets out a loud, elongated moan and digs in again, lingering until you’re nearly choking. 

You chance a peek up at him and are surprised to see him gazing right back, those red eyes of his clouded and muddled. His hand keeps an insistent pressure against the back of your head, demanding that you keep going. So, you pick up the pace, lapping and sucking, hollowing your cheeks until a thin line of your drool begins to trickle along your chin, dripping onto your knees.

“Can...can I…” he begins, fingers starting to tremble, his knees buckling. No, that’s not what you want from him. You shake free of his hand, letting him slip from your mouth, and he stammers and sputters at the loss, his eyes narrowed and dark, glaring at you with a raw frustration. 

“No,” you tell him, keeping one hand on him, stroking him, maintaining that steady pressure until he’s grunting, his hips instinctively canting into the tantalizing motion. “No, you don’t ask me for anything. Yeah, I can finish you off, if you need me to take control, but it’s not going to be on your terms. If you’re wanting something Tomura, you better fucking take it. Stop asking me for permission. I’m not-- mmph--”

He rips your hand off of his dick and his fingers curl beside your ears, forcing your mouth back, and impaling you on his length, immediately gagging you on his heady thrusts. You inhale sharply, your breath catching, failing as he keeps railing into you. More saliva slides out of your lips and you falter, a weak whimper echoing around him. 

“Mmm,” he growls, holding your face as he presses against the back of your throat loving the clenching and mewls you give him. “That feels fucking good, (Y/N). Taking all of my cock, ah- fucking choking on it. You’re so fucking greedy. Don’t worry, I’ll give you more. Let’s see, what would make this even better, oh, I know. Saw it in a porn once. Put your hands behind your back and don’t move them unless I tell you to.”

Immediately, you clasp your fingers together, letting them rest against your lower back. The suspension knocks you off kilter, but Tomura braces your head with his other hand, pinning you between his palms. His dick is still lancing in and out of your mouth, scraping against your tonsils, making you swallow and open, trying to push yourself past that oppressive gagging sensation.

“Ahhh, such a good girl, now spread your legs and lift up, just a little bit, yes- right there. Better keep those hands still,” he taunts, pulling his cock out until it hangs against your lower lip, glimmering with the sheen of your ministrations. Then, he dives back in, thrusting and grinding until his balls are papping against your soaking chin. Your legs tremble as you hold yourself up and you can feel your own arousal, slipping down your inner thighs, splattering onto that dark trench coat of his. 

You’re heaving under him, grunting and slobbering trying to not fucking choke on the girth that’s being pistoned into you. He’s gasping praise at you, his white head thrown back, and his lower abdomen is rippling, letting you know he’s so, so close to spilling down your abused throat. He bows over you as he cums, spewing thick ropes of his release into you. You gulp at him, determined to let every last drop slither down your waiting throat, longing to savor everything that he’s giving you. 

True to your promise, you keep your hands clasped and you nearly topple over when he tugs free of your lips. Tomura takes pity on your wilted form and lowers himself to his knees, wrapping one hand around you and tapping twice on your shaking digits, letting you know you can relax your grip. You fall forward, and he waits above you, watching you with a mounting fascination. Once you catch your breath, you look up at him, not caring that you’re still covered in a mix of tears, spit and his cum. He smirks at your dishevelment, pleased by your open display of your wanton lust for him. 

“See? It’s not hard to take what you want, to do what you want,” you pant, still trying to gulp down a few more rough intakes of air.

Tomura sucks his teeth at your bravado, but you notice he’s having a little bit of trouble steading his own breathing and his hands are twitching as they reach for you. You hum when he cups at your dips and curves, lingering over spots that make you moan for him. As he plucks at one of your puckered nipples his eyes lift to yours and he leans close, pressing a wet line of kisses against your collarbone.

“Lay back,” he rumbles, still sucking at the hollow of your throat. You do as he says, propping yourself on your elbows, curious and waiting. He’s slowed down now that he’s slaked that first brush of pent up aggression, but he’s still got a little more to burn. You can see it, lingering behind his vermillion eyes, gleaming under the carnal intrigue. 

His fingers, so dangerous and deadly, race down your sides, falling to the juncture of your legs and dipping into the slick that he finds. He parts your folds, bracing himself over you, his lips sucking bruises into your skin. The gossamer threads of your leaking cunt run down his fingers and onto his open palm and he groans into your neck, nuzzling his nose to your skin and inhaling, deeply. 

“Does that feel good?” He asks, his voice scraping, like sandpaper, hoarse and undone along your heated cheek. Ok, you think, arching as he dips one digit into you, you can let him have that one question, especially when your mind is fogging over like this, unable to think of anything but that ache that’s pounding through your core. You roll your hips again, urging that finger to slip further and he hisses as you pull him in, your walls trembling at the intrusion. 

“Fuck,” he grunts, lifting himself to look down at you, his eyes wide with an awed marvel. “You’re so…”

“Mmm, so what?” you ask, wanting him to keep talking to you, loving rasp of his tone as it tells you such sinful things.

“So soft and warm and...God...so wet,” he replies, adding another finger, watching as you whine for him, your lower lips parting and welcoming him. He pumps the digits, in and out, at a steady rate, waiting for each quiver and ripple, trying to feel his way along, wanting to please you. 

“Can--” he stops himself, flushing as your eyes open and snap to his, a rough displeasure written over your face. He tears his gaze from yours and scowls, letting his fingers press a rougher rhythm into you, sucking his teeth at his unspoken inexperience. 

“This feels good,” you reassure him, not wanting to completely leave him adrift, knowing that he does need a little piece of guidance, for this part, at least. “Why don’t you get a closer look?” 

Tomura looks back to you and nods before sliding down your body, lowering himself until he’s face to face with his prize. His mouth drops and he licks at his chapped lips, painting a few, warm, exhales against your sensitive folds. You squirm at the sensation and he grins, leaning closer, his free hand spreading you for his inspection. 

“Is this…” his voice trails off and you can feel him wandering his way to just the right spot. When he lifts the fleshy hood of your clit and thumbs the distended pearl you gasp and shiver, your head falling back against his jacket, thumping against the floor. 

He laughs and you can feel him getting ready to swipe at you again, his thumb already slippery and near, the heat of it radiating against that sensitive bundle. “You like that,” he crows, repeating the motion until you’re writhing. “But—” he ponders, moving so his lips are pressed against you, resting on those sopping folds, waiting for you to look up at him. Once your head lifts and your eyes meet his, he lowers his mouth, sliding his tongue over you. 

“Oh,” you whisper, your hands automatically lifting and curling into his hair, threading the white tendrils along your palms. His tongue is rough and bumpy as it glides along, pausing to lap at some of your arousal. He smacks his lips at the taste, savoring the flavor before voraciously pressing back into you for more. When he pauses his explorations to give your clit a soft suck, you can’t help but flail, your back bowing and thighs tightening around his head. 

Tomura grunts at the rough treatment, prying your legs apart but not letting up on that suction, pleased he’s found something that makes you tremble to pieces in his hands. He’s always liked working you up, so it makes sense that, in this instance, he’s no different. 

His long digits are scraping into you, dragging along your quivering walls and spreading your cunt apart, leaking your arousal all over his jacket and onto his chin. He’s not satisfied yet, you’re not satisfied yet, so he keeps going, listening and watching, catching on to what makes you cry out his name, learning and adapting at an alarming speed. 

“T-Tomura,” you keen, your hips lifting, grinding yourself against his face, begging him to not stop. You feel a smirk lift his lips and his tongue begins to circle and lick over your clit, maintaining a steady pressure. Meanwhile, his fingers have latched onto something delicate and spongy within your pussy, repeating an arched gesture, curling and uncurling as they stroke your budding flames higher. 

“So good…” you murmur, hardly able to form the words as you feel that all encompassing tingle race along your bloodstream. “You’re doing so f-fucking good.” 

In response, he begins to suckle on your clit, lightly tracing a canine over the pulsing bundle and that’s all that it takes. Your head dips back, pressing into the floor so hard that your neck arches with your back and your legs wrap around him, holding him to you as you quiver and shake under him. You can feel your heartbeat as you return to yourself, thumping a rapid beat over your breastbone and radiating out to your fingers and toes. 

Tomura, for his part, hadn’t stopped lapping at you, his tongue replacing his fingers as he pushes the wet appendage into you, soaking up each wave of your release. Even when you’d dropped your death grip, your legs and arms flopping away from him, boneless and shaking, he’d kept on. After a few minutes of this, his lips suddenly feel a little too ragged, the chapped skin scratching against your sensitive, overstimulated, flushed lower lips. You do your best to wriggle away, but he stills your movements, not quite finished. 

“Ah- that...it’s starting to hurt,” you grouse, pushing a hand against his bowed head. That declaration seems to get through and, finally placated, he gives you one last lick and lifts his head, his eyes glinting down on you, dark and mischievous. 

“I want to fuck you,” he tells you, wiping a hand across his mouth, dragging the last of your essence away. You tilt your head and grin up at him. “So fuck me,” you reply, spreading your legs again, making room for his trim hips.

“Not like this,” he qualifies, his eyes hooded as he runs a hand along your leg, enjoying your skin, warm and pliant under his palm.

“Then how?” you ask, a little bewildered by this shift in attitude. Tomura leans up, resting on his haunches, leering at your nakedness, another smirk lifting his lips, arching that scar.

“Stand up,” he instructs. 

You pull your legs away and slowly rise to your feet, waiting for him to do the same. Once the two of you are eye level again, he tugs you to him, his lips pulling and nipping at yours. You can’t help but melt into his persistent touch and when he feels you slacken against him, he starts to push you backwards. He walks you slowly, carefully, but once your back touches the cold wall, his caresses become rougher, more insistent. 

He’s lifting your chin and his teeth are doing more biting than nipping, pulling at your lips until you’re gasping and swollen. He begins to lift away and you protest the movement, but his hand presses into your chest, shoving you back to the wall. You freeze at the forceful treatment, your eyes opening and fastening onto his. Waiting for his next move.

Tomura’s regained that wild look, his eyes hardening, sharpening like ruby slips of flint as they linger over you. “Turn around and brace your hands against the wall,” he commands and, for an instant, you debate pushing back, challenging his order, but that’s not what you’re here for. No, you’d come here with one thought in mind. 

To see if you could show him what choices, what strong inner drive, wholly independent of his Sensei, he did have. 

You’d watched that kidnapping debacle and all you could think about was how much better, how much stronger he’d be if he could just get out from under the thumb of that man, that voice on the tv. Even with this informal exercise of your own, Tomura had taken to your carnal lessons like a fish to water. He had always been a natural born leader, someone who cultivated and demanded change, he just needs a chance to try. A chance to prove that he didn’t need to ask permission, to ask questions. No, he only needed to act and he could make his aspirations a reality. 

So, you turn, splaying your fingers against the wall and waiting for his next move, tilting your head, wanting to see him. He runs a calloused hand over the plush swell of your ass, kneading the skin and stepping closer. Once his hips are flush with your posterior, he ruts his newly re-hardened cock against you, his ever copious precum aiding his motion, letting him glide between your cheeks, easing into that cleft. You groan and press back, wordlessly asking for him to keep going. 

Suddenly, his palm smacks against your ass, stinging the flesh and sending a sharp crack around the barren room. “I said, push out more. How am I supposed to fuck you when you’re plastered to the wall like that?” Tomura questions, his voice deep and guttural. You brace your hands against the peeling wallpaper and jut your ass out, presenting yourself to him, quietly hoping he’ll reward you with another spank. Pleased, Tomura does just that, his other hand lifting and smarting against your other, neglected cheek, imprinting his mark on you, even if it’s only for a brief moment, and his fingers linger on the warmth he’s raised from your skin. 

“Good girl,” he groans, taking his cock in his hand and searching for that weeping entrance to your waiting pussy. You aid him as best as you can, arching your hips until he finally, finally slips into you. Tomura lets out a deep sigh as your cunt devours his cock, slicking him into the heat of your rippling channel. “Oh, fuck,” he moans, pressing until his hips are flush with your ass, grinding his bony hipbone into your supple softness.

He gives you a brief second to adjust before he bows his head over your shoulder, panting and grunting. “Hold on,” he gasps, slowly pulling his hips back and then ramming his straining cock back into you. You mewl at the sudden ferocity of his thrusts, your head dipping against the steady weight of the wall. 

He offers you no reprieve as he pounds into you, his teeth latching onto your skin, sucking and drooling, losing himself in you. His balls tap against your swelled ass and you moan when he traces one hand around you, his fingers seeking your clit and pinching at the nub. 

Your teeth begin to chatter, but he doesn’t let up, maintaining that mind numbing pace, pressing and grinding until you can’t fucking think straight. He’s completely untethered and he slakes out all of those pent up questions, feelings, hurts and wants against you. After a time, he begins to murmur things to you, finally sucking up his loose tongue and resting his chin on the mess he’s left on your skin.

He’s worried he can’t do it. 

He’s never been alone, not like this. 

Sure, he has the others, he has Kurogiri, but it’s not the fucking same. 

He needs to see this through. 

He wants to, he has to.

Where do you go, when there’s no one else to turn to?

It’s like a confessional, this rutting he’s doing and it’s bleeding all of those thoughts away, letting them pool against the front of his mind and then, pop, they shift away. 

Oh this helps, he thinks, loving how you’re fucking taking him, how much you fucking need him. He can’t let you go. He can’t, he won’t. You’re all he has left. After all this, he can’t lose anything else. No, you were right, he’s gotta start taking things, snatching up pieces until he becomes this unstoppable force, greater than his Sensei, greater than All Might, greater than all of them. Yes, yes, yes, when he has you like this, everything else feels so fucking simple. 

He’s slowing, his hips beginning to stutter and press erratically against you. There’s no need to worry about you cumming for him, not when you’ve already broken around him so many times in the last few minutes. No, the second he started panting all of those thoughts against you, you were lost, your cunt gripping him so tightly you were worried it might never let go. 

Finally, with one last thrust, Tomura grinds his hips against you, his cock swelling and pulsing as he spills himself into you. The sensation of his cum splashing against your walls hurtles you over that edge one last time and you almost collapse, your legs shaking so badly you can't support your own weight. The only thing that prevents you from falling is Tomura. His arms snake around your waist and he holds you to him, his forehead resting heavily against your shoulder, sticking to your skin. 

After a long beat, Tomura pulls himself out of you, grunting at the loss of your warmth and sinks to the floor, dragging you with him. Naked and gasping, the two of you cling to the other, waiting for the world to stop spinning as you come back to yourselves. Tomura recovers first, tugging you to his chest and wrapping himself around you, his chin perched on the familiar slope of your shoulder.

“You didn’t...you didn’t need to do this, but...” Tomura halts, his voice soft as his lips press rough kisses to your skin, silently saying what he really means, what you mean to him.

“That’s not true,” you counter, turning your head toward him. “You deserve to make a choice for yourself. You’re your own boss now. Now all you have to do is act like it. Don’t make those mistakes again. You call the shots, not your Sensei, not anyone else in the League, just you. You’ll have other choices soon, so don’t doubt yourself, it’s not like you.”

He huffs out a laugh and buries his nose in your neck, inhaling your scent as he licks at a rising bruise. “I don’t think you’ll like my next choice,” he rumbles, one hand drifting over your side and cupping the soft mound of your breast.

“That depends on what it is,” you smile, your eyes closing at the tempting touch.

“Mmm, do me a favor,” he begins, nipping at your earlobe. “Get on your knees and open your mouth. You looked so fucking pretty when you were sucking on my cock, I wanna see it, one more time.”

“What?” you question, absolutely incredulous, “again?”

“Do as I say (Y/N),” he replies, rubbing his rising length along your ass.

“God,” you gasp, bucking at the sensation, “what have I done? At this rate, I won’t be able to walk for a week.”

“You’ll like it,” Tomura promises, his voice dark, “I’ll make sure that you do.”

Notes: never have i ever liked that kidnapping bullshit. i guess it lets AFO face off with All Might, but for Tomura’s development? it makes no sense and he’s never done anything like that again, in canon. so, uh, yeah. booo kidnapping scheme. 

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