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anonymouslosersworld · 1 year

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Two-faced

Two-faced pt 2

Characters; Tenjiku

Genre: Fluff (F)

Toman reacts to : s/o with a double life.

warnings: Reader is a menace to society pt2

Requested by: @sousheiswag

Summary: gang leader!s/o that hides the fact that she Is a True menace and a gang leader to anyone.

characters: Izana, Ran Haitani and Rindou Haitani

Hiding something like 2nd life was exhausting. Like honestly how did you even find the energy to do it?

Your boyfriend's clingy, stupid, and always had to give you a heart attack one way or another, even if he doesn't admit it. He was up your ass every other day and making you angry half the time. Which made you so happy that you had ...creative outlet

It honestly took a load off caving someone's faces in after a big fight you had said, boyfriend. Sometimes you needed something to end up in flames and someone's ugly sobbing to get your anger out.

It was always a big plus that the people you were kicking the shit out of weren't the innocent bystanders but other gang douches that broke your territory rules or tried to take over your said territory.

But today you were running behind schedule some gang decided to pull some shit the day of some important day your boyfriend invited you . So you had to stop in the middle of getting ready to go deal with them.

you were kinda pissed, while you were hot the temp for that day was even higher and it made you cranky. So the douches got the death of a lifetime.

Izana Kurokawa

Izana was fucking worried, he went to your apartment to check on you because you hadn't called him like you promised you would. Your room looked like it had been ransacked if he was being honest, but he knew that the mess was a part of getting ready to go out.

what really made alarm bells ring in his head was the ugly boot footprints all over your home, he thought you had been kidnapped. While he usually said anything about your shoe preferences these seemed to be all over certain parts of your parents. It's where you keep all your valuables...kept is more like it since these places were empty/ ransacked.

Izana let out a huff and gritted his teeth.

'unbelievable' He thought as he walked out of your apartment.

'I'm so fucking late!!!'

well, you say that but you didn't seem to stop shoving s scum bag's face into the floor.

"you seem to like being on your knees for a girl huh? you must make someone happy." you said trying to alleviate your bad temper.

"oh but who am I kidding, you get no bitches do ya!" You grunt as you knee the guy in the face. "You'd be lucky with just a hello!"

"If it weren't for you I'd be with my boyfriend but noooo. Y-you just couldn't shut the fuck up and leave me be!"

The sound of bones breaking was clearly heard by you as you curb stomp the idiot who dared to cross paths with you. You can't help but remember a time not so long ago when it bothered you. But you were most certainly more bothered by your current predicaments because you didn't notice someone coming up behind you trying to confirm it's really you.

"DO you know how fucking long it takes to get a date with that asshole?! A lot! I worked really hard and you ruined it!"

"I could be sipping a (insert drink) with him right now! or watching a fucking movie?! Now I'll have to wait til his dumbass schedule opens up for another one bitch!"

Ran Haitani

See you rather die than admit to Ran that you were a leader of the gang. To give that man satisfaction would be a stain on your pride. So you obviously decided you would deal with the way you love.

Fighting was not one of them.

Physiological warfare of course.

So no Ran didn't catch you exactly fighting but in a particular scene. To him, it looked like you were ambushed or being harassed by a gang. When they looked at him in fear he just assumed it was because of him.

Turns out it was the opposite situation, he had no idea that you had told this daddy's man that his daddy knew what he was doing in his free time.

You had just exposed him for being a fraud rich boy wannabe gang leader just cosplaying, causing his fear to become real as his gang was ruthless and cutthroat.

"Now. do you want me to tell certain interested parties about this orr?" your paused before continuing, "you know you have a really pretty dad ya know? He really looks like my friend's type too, maybe you'll have a new step-mommy."

" You think your empty threats-"

"Empty? who said they were?" You grab his face and squeeze it with a force to bruise his face. "watch your tone with me little bitch boy, or you won't like the consequences ."

The look on the man's face when registered Ran's oncoming figure was hilarious. You would probably laughed if you weren't caught red-handed doing something."

"Heyyy Ran~"

"Is this what was keeping you late?"

"hmm~? what do you mean?"

"This dude bothering you?"

"Oooh, no we were just having a spirited conversation and we finally finished. "

The look on Ran's face was unreadable but after a minute he nodded.

"alright you little bitch, do what I told you or else," you whispered to the man behind him and walked to Ran who had extended his hand to you to hold.

So ran didn't find out till after rumors had spread that he was someone's dog and bitch.

Rindou Haitani

Rindou finding out that you were in a gang was actually pretty easy if you asked him (you never denied it or tried to hide it) . But if you asked yourself, you couldn't have been more obvious with him. In your relationship with Rindou you pride yourself with being honest with him and having a clear and open line of communication with each other.

you literally had just gone to the bathroom at this cafe that you and Rindou decided to have a date at and suddenly Taiju Shiba was in your seat trying to "conduct business'" with Rindou. You smirk as you approach the table before stealing a kiss from Rindou and placing yourself onto his lap.

"Hi baby, whose this date crasher?" you question him playing dumb. You knew Taiju very well.

"This is_"Rindou began before being interrupted by Taiju

" I don't think it any of your business'."

A laugh escapes your throat and you smile at him.

"Well I know you don't think at all. But seeing as you interrupted MY date with MY boyfriend.. it is my business. "

" No one has taught you to speak when your spoke-"

" Unlike your shitty ass, poor of excuse of a way of treating your "family" you don't get to talk to me that way. Or did you forget your manners when your parents died Dog." You spoke with poison in your veins, you hated every single cell of that loser. For the way that he treats your friend and her brother but also the way he handles things.

Taiju blood boils and he begins to try to "disciple" you but before he or Rindou could even react, your men quickly disabled Tajiu and pinned him to the table. With his face shoved into the dirty café floor , you motion to your men to pick the loser up. Blood ran down his nose and forehead, his cheeks stung from your full force slaps to the point were he almost didn't feel them.

" Now, just this once I'll let you off easy okay girlie? Because i know of a couple of interested parties that would like to shoot another one those videos. "

His face drained of color as he remembers Haikai's significant other torment and the humiliation's he went through because of them.

"good you realize who I'm speaking of. Hears what we are going to do. Your going to leave me and my boyfriend to our date. These lovely men are going to beat you to inch of your life then leave you for dead in some random river while recording everything and maybe just maybe that video will end up in Koko's or haikai's lovely s/o hands. And you will spend every waking moment wondering when either of them is going to strike."

Rindou had chills for weeks after that. He processed the event slowly as he clearly remembered the fear in Taiju's face. The fact that you could be so cold and ruthless but the next second be so warm to him blew his mind.

He would do the same thing of course but he needs time to process. But in the meantime you two go on a lot of uninterrupted dates.

Hajime Kokonoi

Kokonoi values information, money and luxury.

But there was a fourth thing he valued with his grubby greedy hands the most and that was you. You had everything he valued and loved all wrapped into one. You somehow knew information that it would have taken him a lot of time and money. You had "strange" and "random" friendships with some questionable people, connections he knew where in HIS world.

so he didn't have evidence to back up his claims but in his 4 million heart he knew that you were at least involved into his world but just didn't know how much. He knew you either deep enough to be an information gatherer of a spy but he didn't think you were a gang leader.

Day and night he would undirectedly tell you to leave that world behind and that he would take care of you but you never acknowledge his underlying message.

But he realized how strong you were when a gang he was working on merging another gang to tenjiku only to realize that group had disbanded and joined another gang.

Shion

Oh He knew, you think he would forget getting his ass beat by you??

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coarsely · 1 month

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in-character OC interview!

I'm jumping on from @noblebs because it looks really fun! I'm doing this for Saccade, because she's a good mix of blunt and having fairly distinct speech patterns.

Are you named after anyone?

"Naw. I don't like anybody enough t' name myself after them."

(In Nod, most people choose their own name, typically around 10 but can be done from whenever a child chooses. There are no legal records since the collapse of organised society, so.)

When was the last time you cried?

"Hrmph. Cryin' cryin' or pain cryin'? Latter, yesterday, but former... well I don't got time to cry about my feelings."

Do you have kids?

Her expression contorts, a glimpse of brief mournfulness before smoothing back into blank stoicness. "... No."

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

"Nah. Sometimes, but shit, I'm busy. Not enough time to fuckin' think up witty remarks or be smart about shit. I'm on a schedule."

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

"What they're wearin'. Tells you a lot out here. Mr Vítor fuckin' Cadogan, for example, in his nice fucking pressed coat, sticks out like a sore thumb. Shit looks ridiculous, I don't know how he got so far without gettin' robbed. I might've done, if I saw him walkin' down the street. Other folks, you can tell if they're likely to take a shot at ya from how many spikes they've welded to their masks, how stained their rags are. Folks dress the way they are out here."

What’s your eye colour?

"Uh..." She drifts off for a moment, concentrating. "Brown, I think?"

(They're dark grey)

Scary movies or happy endings?

"Neither. Don't got time to be watching shit."

Any special talents?

"Sure. Shutting up smart motherfuckers." She looks to the side, then sounding almost embarrassed, hastily adds "Dancin', too, before my little mishap."

Where were you born?

"Old Rhapsody. Before Eden dropped a fuckin' nuke on us, obviously."

Do you have any pets?

"Naw. Hard enough lookin' after yourself out here, no need to add a fuckin' animal into the mix."

What sort of sports do you play?

She gestures to her leg, in it's large but sleekly designed knee brace, and to the slightly dented cane with it's chipped red paint and barbed wire wrapped around it and offset handle that rests beside her. "Do I look like I'm in sportin' form? Don't be ridiculous."

How tall are you?

"Tall. Somewhere around 180cm, but you ain't getting me up to check."

What was your favourite subject in school?

"History. 'S interestin', learning how stuff was made, or why somethin' looks a certain way, or why things are the way they are. Apparently, before things got ugly, before they were buildin' nukes to 'baptise' us with, Eden n' Nod used to trade with each other on old, old train tracks. Some of 'em are still there, if you look, but out of service n' out of functionality. Ain't that wild?"

What is your dream job?

"Nobody dreams about workin'."

I'm gonna tag @ashfordlabs, @spideronthesun, @author-a-holmes, @revenantlore, @sparrow-orion-writes and @albatris, but naturally anyone interested in this is welcome to consider themselves tagged! Questions under the cut for easy access!

Are you named after anyone?

When was the last time you cried?

Do you have kids?

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

What’s your eye colour?

Scary movies or happy endings?

Any special talents?

Where were you born?

Do you have any pets?

What sort of sports do you play?

How tall are you?

What was your favourite subject in school?

What is your dream job?

#ask game #saccade #character interviews

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seiya-starsniper · 1 year

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and if I get burned, at least we were electrified - Chapter 5

Link on Ao3 [Here]

Chapter summary: A little bit of domestic fluff, as a treat. Also, Dream shows up in Hob's dreams :)

They talk. Really talk. The next morning, Hob and The Corinthian sit in bed for hours and speak openly for the first time about their pasts, and their history with Dream.

Hob learns about The Corinthian’s creation, how warm Dream had been in the beginning, how the Endless had only grown colder and colder over time. How jealous The Corinthian had been when Dream had started his appointments with Hob. The Corinthian had been around for all of Dream’s failed lovers, and Hob could feel the loneliness the nightmare felt every time Dream fell in love again, along with the anger that followed every time Dream took out his sorrows on his realm, on his creations, on The Corinthian himself, when things eventually soured.

The Corinthian also opens up, for the first time, about his time in the Waking prior to meeting Hob. Hob of course had done his initial research, had devoured documentary after documentary, book after book, podcast after podcast. The world was obsessed with The Corinthian's crimes. But now Hob knows the true story behind each of the victims. Some were random, others targeted. Hob feels like an idiot for not realizing sooner quite a few of them resembled Dream's mortal form. But he had been preoccupied with other things at the time.

One particular tale catches Hob's interest though.

"Wait, so the man you killed the night we met…he was also a criminal?" Hob asks, shocked.

"Oh yeah, big religious type, set fire to a bunch of people's houses he didn't like, put his son in the hospital for being gay even though he had a thing for guys himself, real charmer," The Corinthian shrugs. "He was fleeing an assault and arson charge in the US. I thought he was interesting so I followed him. He ended up being a huge disappointment though. All that rage and he ended up begging for his life when someone stronger came along.” Hob snorts at the distaste in The Corinthian’s tone.

"Wow," Hob says. "I was so concerned about you coming for my head next I didn't even think about looking up an obituary or anything like that."

The Corinthian grins. "Good, he was boring. I was a much better use of your thoughts."

Hob can’t disagree with that. “So, by the time you and I met, you were already bored with regular murdering?”

The Corinthian hums. "Not quite bored , but definitely looking for variety. Which I found a lot of with you."

"Makes sense.” Hob agrees. “I was really prepared to try harder to convince you to stay with me here."

"Hard to say no with the bargain you gave me.” The Corinthian shrugs as if it were an easy decision. It gives Hob a warm feeling, like they were always inevitable for each other.

Hob knows his next line of questioning is going to upset the blond. "And then when you went back…"

The Corinthian's expression sours like curdled milk.

“Nothing worked,” The Corinthian grates. “I tried criminals, I tried total innocents, I even tried to be as depraved as possible, nothing worked .” A pause. “Sorry if that relapse disappoints you,” he finishes moodily.

“Hey, hey, no, you're here,” Hob reassures the blond. “I mean yes, I am extremely unhappy that you went off and did all that…but you know I've done bad things too.”

“You didn't know they were bad at the time,” The Corinthian grumbles. "You said everyone else was doing it. How could you know?"

“No…I think I did. I just refused to see the humanity in other people who didn't look like me,” Hob admits. It's an ugly truth he's had to face over and over again over the years. Society has made progress for sure on that front, but Hob still sees old attitudes creep up from time to time, passed down generations like an old blood stain that fades but is never truly gone.

“And anyways," Hob continues. "You're something other than human, it's more of a challenge for you to emphasize, me enslaving my fellow man, woman, and even children for money though…”

“No,” The Corinthian says with finality. “We're not comparing bad deeds Hob. We'll be here all day. They happened, and you’ve been atoning for them in a variety of ways, least of all, trying to reign in a rogue nightmare…I don't even know where I'd start for myself.” the blond admits.

“I'm sure Dream has a few ideas,” Hob replies.

“Dream tried to unmake me,” The Corinthian bites.

“And now he won't. So he probably has some ideas. And if he doesn't, then he has a good friend to help him come up with some.” Hob pats himself on the shoulder.

“I'm sure that's a conflict of interest Hob,” The Corinthian says.

Hob then hears something he hasn't heard in a while. It's a quiet "tsk"-ing noise, followed by a small click and he knows for a fact it did not come from The Corinthian's primary mouth.

"Cory, did you just roll your eyes at me?" Hob asks, fake offended.

The Corinthian just smiles and says nothing.

"You little shit," Hob laughs, then kisses the blond.

Eventually, Hob's stomach grumbles and it's all the motivation they need to get out of bed. Hob knows for a fact that he hasn’t moved anything around in his flat since The Corinthian left, but the blond still decides to sift through Hob’s drawers instead of his own for something to wear. It makes something possessive curl in Hob’s stomach, to see The Corinthian wearing his clothes.

Hob takes over the conversation while preparing fried eggs and toast. While The Corinthian had been able to see all of Hob's memories via his eyes, Hob still prefers to relay his own experience to the blond himself, and The Corinthian seems more at ease talking about Hob’s experiences than his own. Or, more accurately, he seems to take more delight in poking fun at Hob’s more embarrassing experiences, such as his raging jealousy of William Shakespeare in the 1600s.

“I can’t believe you tried to feed Dream duck, and he ditched you for a poet, ” The Corinthian laughs.

“Ugh, I’m still mad about it. I had enough food for a whole dinner party! He ate none of it ,” Hob groans. “I don’t care how revered old Shaxberd turned out, that was one of the most embarrassing nights of my life. Here’s your eggs, did you want anything on them?”

“Hot sauce?” The Corinthian asks, perking up. Hob rolls his eyes.

“ Americans.”

The Corinthian gets his hot sauce. He drowns his eggs in them, and then dips the toast in the mixture of egg yolk and sauce. It’s nauseating. The things Hob does for love.

Hob does feel a bit bad about not having a set of eyeballs for The Corinthian to consume along with eggs, but the blond just snorts when he mentions it.

“My diet is not exclusively eyeballs, Hob.” The Corinthian says.

“I know but they always made you so happy!” Hob explains. The Corinthian mumbles something under his breath that Hob doesn’t catch. “Sorry, what was that?”

“I'm happy to just have breakfast made by you again.” The Corinthian stabs at his egg and hot sauce mush with his fork as if the admission physically pained him to admit.

“Aw, Cory,” Hob coos. “I’ll make breakfast for you every day.” He would too. Terrible hot sauce and all. Hob may or may not have added the infernal ingredient to some of his meals that last two years just to give himself a reminder of the blond.

“You’re lucky I love you,” The Corinthian grumbles in response. “You’re so sappy, it’s gross.”

“Oh, you should ask what Johanna has to say about that,” Hob replies.

They settle into a comfortable silence after that. The Corinthian finishes his breakfast relatively quickly and then moves his chair next to Hob’s so he can nestle into the immortal’s shoulder. Hob thinks it’s adorable but decides not to say anything for now. If The Corinthian is touch starved and wants to cuddle up to him as much as possible, Hob’s not going to ruin the moment by pointing it out.

Hob still has end of term papers to grade though, so once he’s finished his breakfast, he takes the dishes to the sink and starts to make a kettle of tea. Luckily, none of the essays were permanently damaged when The Corinthian and Dream had blown into his apartment like a tornado the night before. Even though Hob could reprint anything that got damaged, that would require going to the university, and he doesn’t want to leave The Corinthian for anything if he can help it.He still can’t believe his lover is really here after all this time.

“Tell me about Rose Walker,” Hob says once they’ve settled on the couch with tea and Hob’s papers.

The Corinthian does. He explains to Hob how dream vortexes are born, how there’s no real explanation for why they come into being, and the reason why they’re so dangerous to the fabric of reality. He also explains why he wanted to get to Rose so badly. It’s heartbreaking. Hob puts down the essay he’s grading and pulls the blond into a tight hug.

“All this time, I didn’t know how scared you were of Dream,” Hob says. “I should’ve pushed you more about the identity of your creator but…”

“Yeah, I saw, Dream didn’t take too kindly to being told he was someone’s friend. ” The Corinthian’s ocular mouths release that soft clicking noise that tells Hob he’s rolling his eyes. “It worked out that Dream being a dick made you afraid to ask more questions about me.”

“I suppose it did,” Hob agrees reluctantly. “Would you have told me his identity if I’d asked?”

“I…I’m not sure,” The Corinthian admits. “There was always just something that made me not want to.”

“Might be just another trait you inherited from him,” Hob teases. “Maybe all your fellow dreams and nightmares were under strict orders to never reveal Dream’s name to me.”

“Oh please, almost none of them even knew you existed. Dream kept your meetings such a secret, he nearly unmade me when I found out about you.”

“He what?” Hob exclaims, aghast. “Why would he do that?”

The Corinthian shrugs. “He’s pretty possessive of you. I didn’t understand it before, but I sure as hell do now.” The admission warms Hob’s heart, but he’s still having a hard time reconciling the aloof and distant way Dream treated him in the past with the overly possessive way he guarded his meetings to the residents of his realm.

“Hmm…he sure had a funny way of showing it, all things considered,” Hob replies. “At least, back then. When we met after he escaped from the Burgess estate, he was…different. A lot more open and affectionate for sure.” Despite himself, Hob smiles at the memory.

“Really now?” The Corinthian asks, waggling his eyebrows. “Were you cheating on me with my maker, Hob Gadling?”

“Oh, hush, like you have room to talk!” Hob swats at The Corinthian’s shoulder playfully. “But no, nothing happened, all we did was hold hands…and well, then the news came on and ruined the mood.”

“Let me guess, news coverage of me?” The Corinthian says, pride evident in his voice.

“Hey don’t look so smug about that, I was worried about you, you prick!”

The Corinthian laughs. “I can’t help it. But oh, I didn’t tell you, there was a whole cult dedicated to me that I found out about in the States!”

“A cult,” Hob repeats, disbelief clear in his voice.

“Yes, with a whole convention and everything, they invited me to be their Keynote speaker.” The Corinthian confirms. Hob thinks The Corinthian should not be proud that he inspired an entire cult of murderers, not when they worked so hard for him to not be needlessly killing but…it is a rather impressive feat. After all, only the most infamous serial killers had followings. He won’t admit that out loud though.

“Who the hell is hosting a convention for actual murderers?” Hob says instead, exasperated.

“Well, it was called The Cereal Convention. You know, C-E-R-E-A-L,” The Corinthian supplies.

Hob groans. “Excuse me, that pun has no business being that clever, I’m offended.”

They look at each other and then both burst out laughing. They don’t stop for at least ten minutes, and Hob is wheezing from the effort. The Corinthian, on the other hand, has the audacity of being a literal nightmare who doesn’t need to breathe, and laughs even harder once Hob starts struggling to reclaim his hold on oxygen. Eventually, once Hob insists that he absolutely needs to calm down, they settle into a comfortable silence.

Hob’s pretty sure this is the first time they’ve ever been domestic like this, lounging on his couch, wrapped in blankets, and The Corinthian making snide comments about some of his students’ writing styles from time to time.

“Do you think he’ll be coming back today?" The Corinthian asks when Hob decides to take a break, a few hours later.

Hob shrugs. “He didn’t say. Ugh, it still doesn't sit right with me, that Dream has to kill someone so young,” he laments.

“There's no other way. There’s never been any other way.” The Corinthian replies.

“No other way, before , remember, Dream's changed. He'll find a way to fix things without killing a young girl. I'm sure of it.” Hob’s not sure why he has such faith in Dream, but he does. The Corinthian, on the other hand, understandably, does not. It will take more than just a single heart to heart to undo all the damage between them. Hob’s patient though. He’ll walk them both through it if he has to.

—

They make love again later that night. It's as soft as their lovemaking the night before, if not more so because this time, The Corinthian is the one inside of Hob, their foreheads pressed together in a gentle rhythm. Hob tilts his head up to bestow a light kiss to The Corinthian’s left eye, causing the blond to gasp. He snaps his hips hard into Hob, and the immortal curses loudly when it hits his prostate just right.

"Fucking Christ, Cory do that again," Hob growls and The Corinthian obliges immediately, driving his hips into Hob at a punishing pace.

Hob thinks The Corinthian is the most lovely in his reactions to tenderness. It's like watching a dam burst under the pressure of a storm, or a star explode into a supernova. The Corinthian may not have been originally created to love or to be loved, but he still absorbs it like parched soil soaks up rain. Hob would give this beautiful creature everything and more, just for the pleasure of seeing his reactions.

When The Corinthian touches the spot on Hob’s chest where he carved his name all those years ago, the skin lights up, shocking both of them.

"Fucking Mary's tits!" Hob yells, grasping at his collarbone. The pain is something fierce he’s never felt before, so much so that he doesn’t feel The Corinthian slip out of him. He’s still clutching at what he expects is some sort of burn mark when The Corinthian moves his hands away to inspect the damage to Hob’s person.

“I'm sorry I have no idea what happened I didn't mean to…” The blond cuts off, suddenly silent.

“What? Is it that bad?” Hob asks. Do they need burn cream? Is this the sort of thing that could be treated with burn cream?

“I've…bound myself to you,” The Corinthian whispers, astonished. He traces his fingertips over the burn spot, and Hob feels a shiver go straight down his spine. He looks down at himself and sees The Corinthian’s name outlined in gold on his chest. Hob runs his own fingers along the mark, and The Corinthian gasps and shakes as if run through with a live wire.

“What…what does this mean Cory?” Hob asks, trying to keep the worry out of his voice. “Binding sounds like enslavement and you know I don't want-”

“No, it's different,” The Corinthian reassures, and thank God for that. Hob doesn’t want to think about the semantics of accidental supernatural slavery. Johanna would have his head. Dream would have his head.

“It's old magic,” The Corinthian explains. “It allows…it allows you to call out to me from within The Dreaming. The mark here," he points to the bed, "is a protective measure, to keep other nightmares away from your dreams. The mark on your shoulder means you need only call out to me in your dreams and I will go to you."

Christ. The idea of having access to The Corinthian from within his dreams, to be able to call out to him from within the Dreaming, when Hob’s never had a lucid dream in his entire immortal life, gives Hob an indescribable feeling of warmth and softness.

“So, if I understand correctly,” Hob begins. “Whenever I'm having a bad dream, I only need to call for you and you'll come?”

“You shouldn't be having bad dreams in the first place,” The Corinthian grumbles. “The mark-”

“I know, Cory, but you can't hide me from my bad memories,” Hob interjects. “Those will always stay with me, whether there’s a nightmare to trigger them or not. But at least now I know you can wake me up if I get too lost in them.”

“It's…not quite like that,” The Corinthian says, suddenly shy.

“No?”

“I…if you call me, I would be able to take you to a safer place in The Dreaming. To…wherever it is I'd consider home.”

Home.

The Corinthian had told him he hadn't felt like The Dreaming was home since at least 1916, when Dream had tried to unmake the blond. If this mark means what Hob thinks it means then...

“Feeling homesick are we?” Hob can’t help but tease.

“Shut up it's not…it isn't like that.” And isn’t that adorable? The Corinthian is pouting so it definitely means what Hob thinks it means.

“Hmmm I think it is, pet.” Hob says, as conclusively as he can manage. “Otherwise this thing would've come about a lot sooner with the way we fuck.”

The Corinthian’s response is to try to smother Hob with his own pillows. Rude. They wrestle in the sheets for a while and naturally Hob is the first one out of breath. It’s truly a miracle he was ever able to spar with the blond. The wonders of a fight or flight response.

“I'm glad, you know.” Hob says once they’ve called a truce on their pillow fight. “That you and Dream have made up. And that's not just me being selfish, I swear. But you were always so sad when you used to talk about him.”

“I wasn't sad,” The Corinthian replies. “I was…angry,” he finally admits.

“Which is really just another facet of sadness.” Hob replies. “ And why wouldn't you be? There's so much history between you two. More so than with me and him, and I fell for him even so.”

“I guess…”

“Look, I know I said we'd talk about things more today, but if you need to ruminate more that's okay too,” Hob says as placatingly as possible. He can see and feel the tension melt off The Corinthian’s face and shoulders.

“Thank you,” the blond says.

“In the meantime, I'll try not to abuse having access to you in the Dreaming, I don't want you to shirk your duties on my behalf.”

“I don’t care if you abuse it, I love you, I’ll come whenever you call.”

Hob smiles. “Tell me again, love.”

“I love you.” The Corinthian repeats and kisses him. Hob knows he won’t ever get tired of hearing it.

“I love you too.”

—

“What do you know about polyamory, Cory?” Hob asks two days later when they’re rewatching season 2 of Hannibal.

The Corinthian wrinkles his nose. "That thing the Mormons do?"

“No no, that’s polygamy, an entirely different concept, and also I’m pretty sure the entire religion doesn’t practice it.” Hob says. He takes a deep breath to prepare for his next sentence.

“Polyamory is, well, it's when more than two people are involved in a committed relationship with one another. It’s actually become more popular in the last few decades, especially in queer relationships.” Although, more popular did not exactly mean common , per say, but Hob’s pretty certain that neither Dream nor The Corinthian really care about outdated standards for traditional relationships. Johanna had been in few multi-partner relationships over the years as well, and Hob’s been texting her on and off asking about logistics on them. Johanna had sent over a lot of emojis and exclamation points. She also called him “a man with zero survival instincts, immortality be damned.” But she was helping nonetheless.

The Corinthian has a thoughtful look on his face as he digests Hob’s explanation. “Okay, I’ll bite, why are we talking about this?”

“You really don’t know?”

The Corinthian sighs, rather dramatically in Hob’s opinion, and then maneuvers himself so that his head is sitting on Hob’s lap. Hob looks down fondly at the blond, who has not worn his glasses the entire time he’s been in the flat. There’s a bit of tension in the way The Corinthian’s eye mouths grit their teeth, but the rest of the nightmare’s face seems more curious than anything else.

“I guess now’s as good a time as any to talk about it,” The Corinthian says. Hob can tell he’s trying to be nonchalant, but the immortal knows better. It seems silly to him that someone otherwise so confident would be so insecure when it came to their relationship, but then wonders never cease, Hob supposes.

“Look this is not something you need to make a decision on now, but something to think about, before you go back with Dream,” Hob says. He runs his fingers through the blond’s hair, soothingly. It has the intended effect and The Corinthian’s eyes flutter shut, finally relaxing fully.

“Who says I’m going back?”

Hob just smiles. He swears he feels the mark react as well. He leans his head down to press a kiss first to The Corinthian’s left ocular mouth, then the right.

“I thought we said no more lying, darling,” he whispers to them.

The Corinthian sighs happily through all three mouths and shudders. “Ok fine, let’s talk then.”

“Is it something you want?” Hob asks. “To be in a relationship with not just me, but your maker as well?”

“It sounds like something you want,” The Corinthian replies far too quickly.

Hob hums. “It is. But, if it isn’t something you want, then I don’t need it. Our relationship is complete with just me and you. I’ll keep telling you that until you believe it.”

The Corinthian surges up to kiss Hob instead of responding. They kiss until Hob’s neck starts to bother him, and The Corinthian whines as he pulls away to unstrain his neck.

“Now…that being said,” Hob picks up from before. “It’s pretty clear Dream’s already part of this relationship in some way, just because of how entwined our lives are with him. If you want to keep things the way they are, we can, but I also feel that we can have something more.”

“But what if…” The Corinthian pauses, unsure. “What if he doesn’t want it?”

“Then that’s fine too,” Hob shrugs. “He’s allowed to not want to become involved with us for whatever reason.”

“And then what if he only wants you and not me?” The Corinthian demands.

Hob laughs. “Darling, I told you, he loves you. And there’s nothing that will keep me from you. Maybe I met Dream first, maybe I had romantic feelings for him first, but I loved you first, Corinthian.” The Corinthian visibly shudders at the use of his full name, and Hob takes the opportunity to gently push the blond upwards into a sitting position so Hob doesn’t have to strain his neck to kiss him. It only takes a little bit of maneuvering to get The Corinthian fully in his lap from there.

“You left your mark on me, a golden tattoo for everyone to see,” Hob whispers in The Corinthian’s ear. “I've made my commitment to you and I'm sticking with it, so please stop worrying your pretty head about things that won't ever happen.” The Corinthian keens at a pitch Hob knows humans cannot normally reach. Hob tightens his arms around the blond and nuzzles his face against The Corinthian’s neck. They sit there quietly for a few minutes, simply enjoying the intimacy.

“Yes,” The Corinthian finally says, gasping. “Yes I want you, I want him, I want everything. ”

Hob smiles and kisses The Corinthian again, long and slow. “I figured you might. Well then, now that we’re in agreement, how do you want to go about things?”

“Ugh I don’t know," The Corinthian groans. "I feel like I don’t even know him as he is right now.”

“Then that’s where we’ll start. Getting to know one another.”

“What, like dates?” The Corinthian asks incredulously.

“Exactly like dates!” Hob confirms enthusiastically. “And hugs. Lots of hugs. Maybe some hand holding too.”

“You’re such a sap.” The Corinthian's tone is deprecating but Hob can feel the fondness underneath.

“A sap that you love!”

–

When Hob goes to sleep that night, he wakes up in a field of green.

It's peaceful here. He knows he's never been in a place quite like this in the world and yet it feels like home. Hob can hear babbling brooks and waterfalls, can smell the wildflowers in bloom, and can taste the crispness of the air. He lies in the grass, enjoying the feel of the blades between his toes (He’s barefoot? Neat.).

There’s a crunch in the grass, an unknown amount of time later and Hob sits up suddenly at the sound. Someone is approaching. He should stand up and greet them, he thinks. It feels like he should.

Hob scrambles to a standing position just as he recognizes the figure approaching him.

"Dream,” Hob whispers, awed. Dream is different here, he’s somehow more radiant, more present, more everything. Hob feels as though he is looking upon an angel, no, a god, no…he knows the word now.

Endless.

"Hello, Hob,” Dream greets him. His smile, though small, is warm and absolutely breathtaking. Does he need to breathe here?

"This is…this is the Dreaming, isn't it?" It’s so relaxing, Hob can’t imagine he’s anywhere else. He feels lightheaded, almost floaty. His thoughts come and go like wisps of smoke. It's almost like being high on hallucinogens, but not quite.

"It is, my friend,” Dream confirms, stepping closer to stand directly in front of him. “And I see you're now able to walk freely amongst it."

Dream is very pointedly staring at Hob's chest and then the immortal suddenly remembers the mark The Corinthian gave him. Hob looks down at his collarbone and the mark is giving off a brilliant glow. It’s so bright Hob is sure it could be seen from the sky, no, from space.

“Oh shit, I didn't know it could do that!” Hob exclaims. “Is…is that normal?”

“Only in the Dreaming,” Dream confirms, and thank God for that. Hob’s not sure how he’d hide the thing if it glowed like that all the time when he was awake. “You have been marked by one of its most powerful residents, so naturally the mark's radiance will reflect the strength of its originator.”

“Wow uhm…that's pretty crazy,” Hob says, unsure of what else he can add to this conversation. He’s never had a lucid dream before tonight, and he’s feeling rather discombobulated.

Dream touches the mark. Hob swears he was wearing a shirt prior to this exact moment, but now he is very much shirtless in front of Dream. He thinks he should be self conscious about this. He’s not. He's far too focused on the fact that Dream is touching him , and if he thought touch in the waking world felt electric between them, touching in the Dreaming feels like he's unlocked a whole new sense, just for this.

“This mark is old…and yet new,” Dream notes, tracing pale fingertips along the curves and lines of The Corinthian's name “ How curious. ”

"Uh yeah…" Hob swallows thickly. "When Cory first started living with me, he actually explained a bit to me about how the mark works. He meant to only carve it on my bedpost at first to keep out nightmares but then…you know, we got a bit carried away…"

Dream raises an eyebrow. "I see. The Corinthian is not known for taking half measures so I suppose that makes sense.” He moves his hand away from Hob's chest and somehow Hob does not whine, just exhales a breath he didn't even realize he was holding.

“Uh…yeah, exactly that.” Hob confirms, dizzy from the interaction. “But it healed over back then, and only just recently appeared the way it did.”

Dream's expression softens significantly. “He has reclaimed his place in the Dreaming then.” Dream sounds…relieved? And maybe a little happy, Hob thinks. “He had previously cut ties with it, which is why I had chased him into the Waking.” Dream does not mention that he had no intention of bringing his creation back with him.

“He did say that," Hob says. "He also said I could…call out to him here?”

“You could…if he were currently in the Dreaming.” Dream replies, a faraway look now in his eyes. “As it stands, he lies next to you in your home in London.” Dream purses his lips. “I imagine he has realized I am speaking with you.”

“Oh uh…is that going to make things awkward?” Hob asks sheepishly. He looks around as if expecting The Corinthian to pop up out of the grass like a weed.

“He has not come storming through Fiddler's Green to claim you, another curious matter,” Dream replies, thoughtful. “I would have expected him to be more cautious of our interactions, lest I attempt to turn you against him.”

“Ha, Cory said the same thing you know. I had to spend some time trying to convince him my loyalty doesn't flip that easily, no offense Dream.” Hob expects his oldest friend to at least take some offense, but instead, Dream simply looks confused.

“That name…” Dream says, puzzlement clear in his voice.

“What na-Oh you mean Cory?” Hob asks.

“His name is The Corinthian…and yet…”

“Yes well, The Corinthian is a bit of a mouthful," Hob explains. "Plus if you recall from our aborted meeting, the name Corinthian is a tad infamous around the mortal world, and I needed to not draw attention to ourselves. Ergo, Cory.”

Dream hums. “The Corinthian has never been one for nicknames, and yet you give him one so easily accepted.”

“Oh, that's not true and you know it Dream,” Hob accuses.

“What do you mean?” Dream asks.

“My little nightmare? That's a nickname if I've ever heard one.”

“I…suppose so,” Dream concedes.

“Or do you call all your nightmares that?” Hob asks. He knows Dream doesn’t, but he wants to hear his friend admit it.

“No…you are correct. I had forgotten about that aspect of our relationship. To our detriment it seems.” Dream sounds rather melancholy about this, and Hob has to stop himself from smiling at that fact.

“Well, there's no rule saying you can't start again,” Hob says, chipper. “I think he’d really like it.”

Dream looks taken aback. “You are certain of this?” he asks, and there’s just the slightest amount of naked hope in his tone. Hob wants to hug him, but he holds himself back.

“With the way he was shaking when you said it the other night? Absolutely,” Hob confirms. “Which, by the way, I don't want to press but…are you coming back?”

“In time, ” Dream replies. “I need to work on rebuilding the realm. And I must collect my thoughts. I do not wish to cause a further rift in our relationship. I have…many relationships to repair in my realm it seems.” Dream has that faraway look in his face again. Hob wants to ask more but something tells him he’s about to wake up. Once he figures out how time works here, he’ll ask as many questions as he can of Dream and how his realm works. For now, he’s focused on just helping repair the relationship between The Corinthian and Dream.

“All right, well you know where to find us,” Hob says. “Take your time, but not too long, okay?”

“Of course. Thank you for your time Hob. This dream is over.”

Hob wakes to The Corinthian's eye mouths right above his own eyes.

“Hey you,” Hob whispers, then pulls The Corinthian down for a kiss.

“You looked like you were having a good dream," The Corinthian says.

“Mmmm yes. It would've been nicer if you dropped in too,” Hob says.

“Not yet,” The Corinthian replies. “You were right, he and I need to talk, just us first. There are things we need to resolve first before…before we try to do something new.”

Hob smiles. “Well, he said he'd be by soon once things settle down. Let's do a bit of tidying up while we wait so he comes back to a clean home, yeah?”

#hobrinthian #hobrintheus #sandman fanfic #seiya writes #the sandman #mystuff #seiya writes hobrinthian #seiya writes hobrintheus

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kind of a vent so tw

the reason why i hate my body so much is actually because i hate my face, and every other part of me. i used to not feel as bad about my body, and solely focused my hatred on the other parts of me: the fact that i am disabled, the fact that i'm not intelligent enough, the fact that i'm not good enough at art, the fact that i'm not very charming or even a very good person, and most crucially, my ugly, fat teenage boy/norman reedus face (which i fear was caused by my disability). but then, i realized: if i want to be loved, to have someone actually express sexual attraction to me, then the only thing i have left is my body! so that's where i am now. stuck between a rock and a hard place. even though i've been in therapy for years, nothing can fix the fact that my ugliness is hindering my life. so many people tell me, "oh, just stop focusing on it! don't be afraid to fight back against society's abuse!" but all that's gotten me is a lifetime of being bullied, isolated, ignored, and generally treated like shit! maybe if someone actually FOUND ME ATTRACTIVE for once, genuinely, i wouldn't be stuck here, but of course i don't have that luxury because i can't force someone to be attracted to someone ugly. even the ugly guys that i find hot are too hot for me. i literally have no one! no one! male incels shoot malls up for this shit, but because i'm not male, and i'm feminine, i'm just expected to deal with this on my own. and don't even tell me "stop caring about what men think of you!" because when you're attracted to someone who is male... SHOCKER but you actually want to show a good image! you want to be appealing to them! how do i stay immune to that if all males around me irl ignore me and treat me like a nonsexual being at best, scum at worst? also, because of my insane fetishes caused by ocd and a load of other issues, i feel like i need to be hot if anyone is going to let me stick my dick in them. i don't think anyone who isn't some fat neckbeard chaser wants an ugly femwith a dick to fuck them. literally. the only times men have expressed attraction to me online is when i mention this. they don't even know what my face looks like, and if they saw it, they'd run! but then again, they don't even wash their ass. god forbid an ugly fem wants to have sex with someone that they're actually attracted too and that isn't a balding obese cheeto-crumb stained pervert with adult acne from not showering in 10 years. hahahahaha i fucking hate my life. can someone transplant my body into some anorexic model so i can get laid and be called hot for once in my fucking life?

#sickfuckr talks #vent #this is literally a call for help #lmao to hide the pain

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Kaina had long since forgotten what it felt like to be a hero. How could she have ever been considered one with the blood that stained her hands? It reminded her of her past sins, which could never be washed away. Her disillusionment with the societal structures of their world finally led her to make a stand, her actions dubbing her the treacherous hero. She was nothing more than their scapegoat, and she would forever be viewed as the villain. She couldn't help but find it ironic, standing before a man who could be considered neither hero nor villain. It was palpable for her to see the stark contrast between them. She was treacherous and betrayed every moral and value she had, jading her dreams of becoming a hero and making her nothing more than a weapon for the commission to use as they pleased. But him? It seemed he was in a gray area, accepted by neither side and yet whose services were requested.

❝ You throw yourself into their world despite how they view a man like you. So what are you, hero? ❞ The epithet was said with disdain. Anyone associated with that pathetic little school surely had to be a so-called hero. But the ones that the citizens and the commission held up on pedal stool were nothing more than a mask to keep everyone believing in a world that did not exist. She had become an underhanded person who schemes corruption and political chicanery behind closed doors — a name synonymous with betrayal and death. If only the world knew that people like her were nothing more than the commission's dogs. Perhaps that was why his presence angered her so, he was toeing the line just as she had done, and yet he hadn't been thrown to the wolves and left to rot in prison.

Anger and bitterness etched themselves across her features as her gaze narrowed. Now that she was out of tartarus she had no plans of going back and serving time for lies and something she didn't necessarily do upon her arrest. ❝ Your very nature is paradoxical, isn't it?❞ She inquired with contempt. Her anger was bubbling over as she tried to understand how someone like him could align himself with the U.A. despite how the rose-colored world viewed him.

For her, what this all came down to was simple: she thought his skillset could be better used to show the world the hypocritical ways of the society he was fighting to protect. People like her knew the ugly truth because she was a victim of a system that took young heroes' dreams and distorted them to serve a purpose. Even if that purpose was betraying everything she had fought so hard to protect in the beginning. ❝ If you're here to bring me back to that hell, I promise you it won't be easy. ❞ Her words served as a warning — she would not be taken so easily. Part of her wanted to serve as a warning to him; once he no longer fit their needs, he would be cast aside as if everything he had done in service to them meant nothing. She had long since forgotten the heroic name she had once been called. All she knew now was Lady Nagant and the treacherous hero in a system that needed both sides of the coin to maintain itself. Introspection led her to believe that the small window of time in which she was a hero surely meant nothing now.

❝ Think long and hard about what it is you will do next because I will not let myself be defeated here. ❞ Once more her words came as a threat, a warning to him and everyone else that she did not care about further villifying herself. She had one been idealistic in believing she could become a hero and make a difference and now she was nothing more than a ghost haunting the shadows — the cost of betrayal bitter on her lips. Out of everyone, he was someone she could relate to on the surface poised and perfect in the eyes of the public but beneath that smile held lies and sins. And if exposing the truth of her story meant falling even farther she would. The darkness that gnawed away at her as she watched the fragile illusion of justice filled her with rage. ❝ You really believe that this life means something when it is others who decide who the villian is and who the hero is? ❞ She inquired with bitter laughter accompanying her words.

Truthfully, she couldn't say she knew much about him but she was certain that she recognized the look in his eyes. It was the same look that she once had — longing to become a hero the world needed all the while darkness filling the void in the place life once was.

// @spydcddy

#spydcddy #//hope you like it! if not come holler at me & sorry if she is rusty #//this became longer than intended but if you need any changes let me know!#✖kaina ic║you can tell a war story by its absolute & uncompromising allegiance to obscenity & evil

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Hii random long question but... I'm starting to write a short piece on how the world treats "ugly" people. Ugly as in not fitting society standards of beauty, wether that may be being ugly, fat, hairy, unkempt, etc... I wanted to ask: is there anything that from your experience is "missing" when talking about these topics? Or any piece of advice you'd give people dealing with the hate the world gives them so they can heal or not sabotage themselves?

I mean. I don't know that there is a way to say this without sounding like an absolute asshole, but I don't think I really have great insight into an answer for this because I do mostly fit conventional western beauty standards.

I do have a port wine stain birthmark, and that undoubtably impacted the way people interacted with me + my appearance when I was a child. People used to ask my mum what was wrong with her baby and if I don't wear makeup I'll still very occasionally be asked a very rude question about it, but its not something that I think about unless I do, if you know what I mean? The only thing I've ever felt that gets skipped over there is just that people don't even seem to know about birthmarks half the time. Its shitty sometimes but I'm also, like. fine.

I do think that outside of obvious structural barriers that exist, most of the challenges that come from being "unattractive" come from insecurity. When my self perception improved nearly everything in my life got better. Its like the drink more water and go outside for mental health thing, its fucking annoying and its true

#reminding myself that you dont know what i look like so as not to be offended by this message lmao 😭#asks

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grimalkinmessor · 3 years

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I just find it hilarious that All For One is the exact type of person Shigaraki fucking hates. Like, yeah, All For One took Tomura in off the streets and taught him how to be a Villain™, but honestly I just think that's the only reason Tomura didn't turn on him SOONER.

All For One is a manipulative, well-spoken, two-faced, villainous politician.

Tomura, despite his "Sensei" being the perfect example of Greater Good corporate greed, is none of that shit. He's blunt and straightforward, a little feral, is not afraid to get his hands dirty and does not hold himself above the rest of the League despite being their leader. He treats the League members more like family than subordinates--which is a large part of the reason they are loyal to TOMURA ALONE and all kinda side-eyed each other when AFO took the reins back from him.

But looking at the people Shigaraki has gone after because "I don't like you or your fucking ugly face" (basically), they follow a very simple pattern that, even if Tomura couldn't discern it himself at the time, makes it very clear that Tomura has a Type™.

Stain, Overhaul, and Redestro--all of them were villains, yes, but they all had some sort of "higher goal". Now, Tomura doesn't seem to care WHAT people do (thinking of the differences between Muscular and Spinner specifically, with one being a possibly pedophilic child murderer, and the other one who just showed up at their door in cosplay and has never taken a life and still hasn't so far) but he very much cares about WHY they're doing it. Or, at least, why they say they are. Tomura sees all of them as hypocrites, and they are.

He even says it during the talk at the mall with Midoriya: "He was just getting rid of what he didn't like, same as me. What makes us so different?"

Nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing makes Shigaraki and Stain different other than the fact that Stain slapped some morales on his murder. Shigaraki seems to have very little patience and very little tolerance for people who try to justify their acts as "righteous" when in reality they are doing the SAME FUCKING THING AS THE VILLAINS. Shigaraki does not like that shit.

All of the League members are pretty upfront about why they're there, and they don't wrap their atrocities up in a nice little bow and try to feed them to society as something that's Right and Just. Most of the League members do the shit they do for shits and giggles; just because they want to. And they don't dress it up any other way than "Why did you do this?" "Because I damn well wanted to."

That's why Tomura likes them.

That's why he's bucking All For One so hard right now. He wants his autonomy back, of course, but he starts fighting AFO after he says "I'm doing this for you--for your own good."

Because Shigaraki knows that's bullshit. He doesn't care about dying or getting hurt, but he also just realized that "Oh damn I hate you, actually, fuck off now you dumbass normie" (again paraphrasing but basically). Tomura has come to the realization that his precious Sensei is just like the rest of them.

And I just think it's kind of funny how All For One manages to make every single child he's ever raised hate him :)

#boku no hero academia spoilers #boku no hero academia #shigaraki tomura #all for one #shigaraki yoichi #league of villains #food for thots

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xvnexx · 3 years

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TWITTER AND INSTAGRAM BIOS

speak your mind even if your voice shakes

tell me a lie

you were a masterpiece, but then everyone saw you

I smell autumn

yes I function with out a heart

my mom won’t like you

please do not touch

there are so many types of art but {name of idol) is my favourite

seize the day

fragile, handle with respect

I was the perfect roe that drowned

happiness is a great colour

you eventually will run back into it

keep your heart closed but mind open

qualified meme-ster

ambitious

s/he was so artistic painting smiles on every face but her/his own

did s/he forget to love

ask no question and you’ll get no lies

people change quicker than you think

society is an ugly burnt ass cracker

how many secrets can you keep

only fools fall for you

meme queen

everything I ever loved, I lost in the magic

seek joy, embrace joy, share joy

if you don’t build your dream, someone will hire you to build theirs.

autumn kills summer with the softest kiss.

no tears for the creatures of the night

you will let go

the colour yellow is really under-appreciated

im a petty bitch

Im a golden thread; fragile but valuable

a little bit of sugar, but a lot of poison too

confusing reality with dreams

and I will fight even if I break

smile

fuck im broke

give me a sign

you’re one of a kind and no one understand

make your life a story worth telling

in conclusion, im bitter

but one day I’ll stop falling

(idol name)’s the tear in my heart

im soppy and emotional so stay the fuck away

yikes

have I fit into society yet?

is this any better?

create you’re own path to an adventure

I let you out, and everyone saw

send memes

glazed donuts

late nights, red eyes

entertain my faith

*instrumental*

sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind

I’m Fiji water, you are toilet water

see good in all things

we rise by lifting other

oh no, not you again

you still have Facebook?

you make me emo

just keep going

but do you know my aesthetic?

wheres the leak ma’am

be like spongebob, create fire in the ocean

can life go back to when I didn’t understand it

How do I silence my sins

I will burn again

did I give you permission to break my heart?

red blood, black heart

dear society, do you accept me now?

a thornless withered rose

a touch of gold

fuck you I don’t care I failed

aesthetic mind

my brain is 80% song lyrics

im at the top but I still don’t see you

left me in the dark

stars fall and the world goes blind

sorry mom I promise to never be a a bad bitch

if you’re lost just look for me

dismayed mind

fuck of weirdo

home is where the art is

keep your dreams close to your heart

teach me your contour blending ways

find a way to be yourself

first you find yourself

let me glow bitch

I don’t want seconds

take on life like a swan; calm and serene on the surface, but paddling like hell underneather

(idols name) fills my heart

mom can I be savage now?

do ya thang

neither lost nor found

have a positive mindset

im honestly a troubled kid looking for dank memes

don’t look back, chase whats in front

no thanks, I don’t want leftover

I want to create

a black cloud in a black sky - nobody notices

oops sorry I spilled out my heart

I found the heart, but its empty

did I leave a stain on your heart

I thought this was eternal

buy me food pls

I asked for the word, and you bought me a carrier bag

sorry only dark humour is accepted

you made it this far kid

you’ll probably love me

too lazy to socialise

I found my happy ending

#twitter bios #quotes #funny #love #cute #inspirational quotes #mental illness depression suicidal depressive upset down cry tears kill me useless failure sad sadquotes broken hate gone los #instagram

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 328: Pandora’s Box of Discourse

Previously on BnHA: DEKU TOOK A BATH.

Today on BnHA:

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Also Naomasa grew a beard. Goddamn.

please let this be a cool chapter that plays nice with my ADHD lol

(ETA: lol I feel guilty because a lot of people hated this chapter, but I’m just happy there was a lot of stuff to make fun of, and also that I have another week to work on my backlog of meta posts since the kids were MIA.)

around one month ago?? ah, okay, so we’re gonna find out what was in that Tartarus security file huh

I love that they just randomly set the place on fire

was it necessary to do this in order to escape? no. was it a good idea to set the island they were occupying on fire while they were in the midst of still occupying it? uh. was it cinematic as fuck? fuck yeah

wow it’s a pervert!!

that’s so great that the villains set loose this fine fellow who I’m sure is definitely not a serial rapist. truly the LoV is so noble and misunderstood. they’re just trying to free society from its chains people

oh my god??!

SHANKED!!! oh my god I cheered for Stain before I realized what I was doing. time to have an identity crisis I guess

so he’s all “hey what’s going on.” which, while a respectable question, is something I personally would have waited to ask until I had put a bit of distance between myself and the fiery murder island. but that’s just my personal preference

Stain you really are tenacious I’ll give you that

“what’s the point of escaping prison if you’re not gonna be smart about it” well shit. anyways yeah you’re dead right, society is in the process of collapsing and the outside world is in total chaos, good call there

oh shit

I mean it’s not like we really expecting anything otherwise, but still. fucking brutal. I feel like these guys’ fates were decided the minute that one guy called AFO “scum” back in chapter 94. AFO is unmatched at getting long-term revenge

ahh, was it the security footage??

fdsdfk he’s still alive??

and he’s immediately launching into an inappropriately theatrical monologue even as the darkness closes in on him fdlfksjdlk. you know, was it ever confirmed that the other guy back in chapter 297 was Seiji’s dad? I’m just saying

very impressed that he’s still coherent enough to weigh the pros and cons before making the decision to gamble on giving this info to Stain, who at the very least has his own moral code and isn’t allied with AFO. it was definitely still a risk, but as we now know it was also the right call

what a weird alliance. so Stain tells him that he’ll give it to a just person, and the guy is all,

okay for real though I’m gonna need someone to run a DNA test on this guy. maybe it was some kind of cuckold situation?? the other guy had the family resemblance, but this guy absolutely 100% raised Shishikura Seiji and you are not going to convince me otherwise

anyway, so Stain is all,

PRISON GUARD: “???? ??????? what the hell. what the fuck does that fucking mean. I’m dying here, jesus christ, whatever man fuck you”

(ETA: I kind of feel like this might have been Stain’s last appearance in the manga, given all the fanfare. there’s not really much else he can do for the story at this point, and he seems to have gotten all the character development Horikoshi was planning on giving him. so if this really is it, hasta la vista and good riddance I guess.)

DWLFDKSLDK MEANWHILE, OUTSIDE

(ETA: I feel like this is meant to be evocative of that Sermon on the Mount painting, but in a really fucked up way lol.)

if it were me stumbling upon this scene I would just shake my head and walk right back into the flaming building. not getting involved in that mess. sorry not sorry. I’ll take my chances with the fire, especially given that it’s half-assed neutered BnHA fire lol

blah blah blah and so he decided to pass the info on to All Might -- HOT DAMN, HOLY SHIT

NAOMASA HOLY SHIT. THE APOCALYPSE LOOKS GOOD ON YOU, BOY

“I really like that facial scruff thing Aizawa’s got going on, I think I’m gonna get in on that” yes sir. “also thinking of ditching the tie in favor of the bulletproof vest look. also thinking of getting totally fucking jacked.” good lord. except I’m pretty sure that’s just body armor, but also I don’t care. anyway I should probably stop staring and actually read the fucking speech bubbles here lol

“All Might first handed this information over to Nao, and then went to see Deku, and then came back to Nao” thanks for that tidy little summary Horikoshi. we are capable of piecing events together in sequential order, I just want you to know that. but thank you

“so has Deku finally gotten a bath? also, sucks that Stain saved the day, but what are you gonna do” Nao I missed you so fucking much and didn’t even realize. how am I just now realizing that you are the perfect man

for a second I was gonna ask why Tartarus’s security systems would be cut off from the outside world, and then I remembered that’s a basic security control, and then I actually got impressed by how sensible that is. like, it’s been a while since I could genuinely say that the good guys (excluding class 1-A) did something smart. not that it helped them much in the end, but still

anyway so they’re talking about how AFO was able to coordinate the attack by communicating between his horcrux self on the outside and his ugly peanut-faced self on the inside

huh

okay you have my attention. I am taking notes here lol please continue

ah okay so he says that prior to Jakku, the transfer of information between him and his Vestige self was only one-way. but post-Jakku when Deku was in the hospital, he was able to tell what was happening inside the OFA Radical Lisa Frank Dead People Book Club Realm when he touched him. I feel like we established that before, actually. but he didn’t talk about how it actually felt, though

boy we already know this lol. yes AFO can talk with his horcrux self. and he can also communicate with his little bro in OFA too, let’s talk about that sometime why don’t we. what exactly does that imply, based on the rules we’ve established here

my god I cannot get over Naomasa and his fucking facial hair

no wonder All Might was in such a hurry to leave Deku and get back here

like I have no idea what this radio waves nonsense is but my god, people

that jawline. also so it’s a quirk, I see. except last I checked Deku didn’t have a radio waves quirk, so that doesn’t really explain his connection to AFO. but whatever, hopefully we’re at least getting closer to some kind of reveal here

(ETA: since I sometimes forget that other people’s lives don’t revolve around my theory posts, here are the two relevant links if you by chance want to know my thoughts about this.

Hagakure is still The U.A. Traitor™ regardless of whether Deku is passing information on to AFO through his psychic link, which he almost certainly is.

speaking of said psychic link, Deku is a horcrux.

just posting these now, because whenever trippy OFA stuff happens I tend to get an influx of theory asks. so hopefully this will be a bit of a time saver lol.)

-- wait, what

THAT’S what the recording was??!? holy SHIT. I genuinely was not expecting that. y’all wiretapped his fucking telepathy. fucking quirks, man. wild

AND THEY USED THAT POWER TO DETERMINE WHAT WE ALREADY KNEW, HUZZAH. GOOD SHOW

-- oh shit wait lol, except I forgot we’re not talking about 38 days from the present, we’re talking about 38 days from the date the conversation was recorded. heh. um

yeah that’s the face I would make too if All Fucking Might just casually told me we had eight days left until the end times

oh, pardon me. three fucking days

r.i.p. anyone who thought we were going to have another band arc sob. I sure hope Deku is enjoying that nap

(ETA: I realize people were hoping for a longer rest period here, but given that the man warned us all the way back in chapter 306 that we were entering the final act, you can’t really blame him too much when that turns out to be true. anyway but I do recognize that we’ve reached the point in the story where this kind of discourse is going to become a weekly occurrence, simply because there’s no possible way for Horikoshi’s actual endgame to line up perfectly with the variable headcanons of millions of fans, all of whom have wildly differing and in many cases contradictory expectations which can’t possibly all be fulfilled. anyway, so I’m already bracing myself for that lol. this coming year is going to be a wild ride.)

damn, U.A. out here looking like the motherfucking United Nations

-- is this U.A.?? I actually just realized, U.A. is four interconnected buildings, not two. wait holy shit is this Shiketsu?

wait holy SHIT

based on the overwhelmingly powerful vibes of bureaucratic incompetence, I’m thinking this really is the (future) U.N., or whatever organization it is that deals with international hero stuff

“just let them handle it themselves I’m sure they’ll be fine” yeah okay, thanks guys. appreciate it

wait oh shit did he say that it’s not just Japan?

soooo, what you’re telling me is that AFO is this close to bringing about the end of not just Japan, but the entire world, and you guys don’t think it’s a good idea to help the Japanese heroes stop him? so, genuine follow-up question: are you guys already planning your rich people exodus into space a la Wall-E, and that’s why you don’t give a fuck?? like, what??

omg international heroes

these guys are from World Hoodie Mission, right? is this Horikoshi’s way of reminding me to buy tickets

(ETA: and it worked too lol.)

WHO??? WHAT???

don’t tell me you’re introducing yet another badass new female character for me to fall in love with only to watch as you dismember them and/or blow them up, Horikoshi. I’m getting tired of playing this game my dude. don’t lie and tell me this time will be different. we’re not doing this again goddammit

noooooooooooooooooooo

god fucking dammit lmao. [sighs and rips the previous paragraph into shreds]

on behalf of Americans I apologize for our superheroes always being Like This

I also apologize because I love her already and I’m gonna be shameless about it. so fucking shameless you guys

is her fucking hair red white and blue. it is, isn’t it

this is the volume cliffhanger, 100% lol. it will take every ounce of Horikoshi’s willpower not to put her on the volume cover. he’ll have to settle for the spine or the inner cover this time because Deku VS his class 1-a superpals takes precedence. but it will be a close thing let me tell you

tbh it’s that smile that does it for me. she’s definitely All Might’s protege. get out there and show them how it’s done girl. and maybe call Salaam and BRD and see if you can’t convince them to play hooky from their governments as well. why not. world’s ending in three days you guys. “sorry, I’m busy this weekend” ain’t gonna cut it lol

so while I am not fully caught up with Vigilantes, I have read far enough to know that there’s an American hero named Captain Celebrity whose superpower from what I recall is being a humongous douchebag. and while I haven’t read far enough to know what happens to this guy, I can’t say I’m very disappointed to learn that he’s no longer the number one hero in the U.S. (actually, didn’t they kick him out and that’s why he moved to Japan to begin with?). anyway, so my thanks to Horikoshi for having a marginally higher opinion of Americans than Furuhashi, even though we have definitely not done anything to warrant said opinion lately, and you may have inadvertently opened the door to a pandora’s box of discourse lmao

(ETA: lol I went into the tags and they don’t disappoint. “why is she dressed like a flag” because she’s an homage to Captain America and Major Victory and literally every other character on this list. again, I apologize for fictional American superheroes being Like This. “oh boy another thicc waifu to make the fanboys happy” look, tumblr fandom never seems to have a problem thirsting over Dabi or Tomura or Aizawa or Nao, lol, I’m just saying. “where is Captain Celebrity” idk, probably murdered by the exploding bee cartel, let’s just be grateful for our good fortune and try not to Beetlejuice the man.)

anyway, so let’s see if Horikoshi’s recent character development with regards to making Mineta not terrible anymore will apply to other aspects of his writing as well. I know I was making light of discourse just now, but I do think the complaints about him introducing yet another new character at the 11th hour to be cannon fodder in the final battle are absolutely valid. and again, it wouldn’t be a problem if he didn’t keep maiming/killing off his female characters one by one instead of developing them and letting them kick ass long-term. but that said, I will never complain about Horikoshi adding another female character to the series, regardless of how clumsy the attempt may be. go ahead and pander away, just give us more girl power lol

anyway so we’ll see how it goes, but I think I’m gonna be optimistic and let myself hope once again, even though I’m probably gonna regret it lol. it is what it is. she is standing on an airplane just chilling for fuck’s sake. I’m only human. anyway fingers crossed

#bnha 328 #stain (bnha)#tsukauchi naomasa #all might #stars and stripes (bnha)#all for one #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #eta: how did I forget to type 'bnha' in the title sob

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inhonoredglory · 3 years

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Run Away from Me: A Levi Meta

The core of this meta is to show that, IMHO, Levi’s violence against Historia in Chapter 56 is his emotional fallout from the torture of Sannes, as well as his own guilt at the person he had become. Coming from having only watched the anime, I personally found this placement in the manga of the Historia scene right after both the torture sequence and the Reeves Company alliance as incredibly meaningful, especially for Levi’s character and his emotional journey.

Levi is an immensely compassionate person, someone who wants to aspire to the “unimaginably altruistic” life of Erwin Smith (Isayama, SNK Encyclopedia). So how would this torture he had to inflict affect him? Because imagine for a second: This is the man who was the only one to truly react with horror and sadness at the knowledge that they’d been killing human beings all this time when they fought Titans. This is the man who went out of his way to ally with the Reeves Company in order to answer the Trost townspeople’s woes:

In Chapter 53, Levi is confronted with blatantly disrespectful Trost merchants who think the Survey Corps haven’t done enough to save their town. It’s the everyday things that burden these people—taxes, thieves, putting food on the table. Levi doesn’t once shoot back at them for their criticism. Instead, he listens. And then he spots a woman at the side of a merchant’s stall. She’s holding a baby and her eyes burn into Levi’s. She holds his attention while above him, the merchants continue their tirade. I think Levi’s thinking of his mother here: like this woman, she was a single parent raising a child in a city that is not unlike Trost now, a town abandoned and forgotten by society, poor and struggling. That child reminds Levi of himself, and this time, Levi can do something about it.

This is why Levi goes out of his way to ally with the Reeves Company. Levi and Dimo share a long, deep conversation, demonstrating that Levi’s alliance with them is more personal than merely the company’s strategic value. Dimo Reeves called Levi an “awkward yet kind man.” He goes on the say that Levi will “protect us and the barely-alive District of Trost, even though he doesn’t really have to.” This is Levi answering that townsperson’s accusation that “you in the Survey Corps aren’t working hard enough.” Levi entrusts to the Reeves Company the responsibility to bring the town out of poverty in the new world the SC will create. That’s his compassion, that’s his care, that’s his humility. That’s how he values the lives of people, not just by defeating Titans, but valuing their livelihoods. “A man like that must have come from absolutely nothing,” concludes Dimo.

This is the same Levi we find torturing Sannes.

In Chapter 55, the torture of Sannes happens because of the horrors Hange saw inflicted on Minister Nick. It is Hange’s passion for avenging Nick that drives the torture sequence, their anger at the tortures that had happened under the MP’s First Squad that motivates the payback inflicted by Hange and Levi. Levi’s violence is done, not out of his own desire, but primarily Hange’s. This is not to say that Levi was guiltless or without responsibility for Sannes’s torture; on the contrary, his actions weigh heavily on him, as will be discussed. But it’s interesting to note that out of all the tortures they did, breaking Sannes’ nose was the only retribution all Levi’s own (in reaction to Sannes’ justification of a series of horrific things the MPs had committed).

I also find it relevant that after everything they had done to Sannes, Levi was still visibly shocked at Hange’s overreaction to Sannes’ hesitation to answer their first real question. Because in Levi’s mind, everything they had done up to that point wasn’t torture—in one sense. It was instead a like-for-like payback for the horrors Sannes had inflicted on Nick. Note that it was Levi who had to pull Hange out of the emotional distraction of Nick’s death in Chapter 52, the same emotional distraction that drives Hange to overzealous violence here.

There’s an interesting parallel in what happens next with what Levi had gone through with Annie earlier. Levi threatened Annie with torture of her real body and said he enjoyed intimidating her as she was bound and trapped. Sannes confessed that for him, he enjoyed violence and tormenting the helpless—so why should he complain if these torturers, Hange and Levi, are the same as him? It’s a subtle parallel, but it’s a relevant theme in SNK that everyone, on all sides, are devils and monsters. Or as Sannes says later, “The world will always have people like us.” People who are violent, people who are lunatics, people who condemn themselves and get their hands dirty for the sake of some higher “good.” Sannes’ accusation isn’t lost on Levi, because this is the same Levi who looked at a struggling mother in a forsaken city and did something about it.

Justified violence is still violence. So what if Annie deserved to have her limbs cut off, time and time again, without relief of death? So what if Sannes deserves to have his fingernails torn off, one by one, without even a question put to him? They had, after all, inflicted death and untold horrors on innocent people. But does justice look like this? Does the name of justice absolve your hands from actions this ugly?

Morality is complicated. And Levi is the first to tell you that he doesn’t know how to slice it. “I’m not telling you what’s right or wrong. I certainly don’t know what is” (Chapter 59).

So now in Chapter 56, we come to the scene with Historia, right on the heels of that torture. The first red flag for me went up when Levi realizes he has “forgotten” to tell his squad about Historia’s true bloodline. It’s not that he didn’t intend to tell them, it’s not that he was not supposed to tell them. (Unlike, say, the entire Female Titan arc.) He forgot, and he’s clearly embarrassed when they confront him. Why? Because he’s not supposed to lose focus like that. But he did, because that information came from Sannes, and after that horrendous experience, Levi, like Hange before him, was emotionally distracted. That’s the only reason I can figure for Isayama focusing on Levi’s oversight like this, and showing Levi in such an obviously emotionally awkward place.

Hange isn’t here to translate for Levi, like she did when Levi berated Eren for being unable to harden during the experiments in Chapter 53. Levi takes the scenic, colorful route when explaining his feelings. To Eren, he admitted that his criticism wasn’t about blaming Eren for being unable to harden, stating that “going over our shortcomings and bitching about our situation is an important ritual.”

In this light, we can read Levi’s words and actions with Historia as a complicated picture of his psychological landscape. Notice how just prior to this scene, we saw Hange act out the aftermath of the torture by kicking the table. Levi too reacts, taking it out on Historia.

Imagine where Levi is right now. He’s taken on the role of Sannes in this new world—the executioner, the ultimate killer, Humanity’s Strongest. “Your hands are already dirty. You can’t go back to the way you were,” Levi tells Armin later, but it’s also what he believes about himself. All that idealism that brought him into the Survey Corps—a life bigger than being a thug in the underworld. Did all that idealism bring him here, to do this? He has to make it worth it, he has to make it count for something. It’s what he does every day when his soldiers die under him—he’s been there to make their deaths worthwhile. But who’s there to make the deaths and terrors he’s dealt out worthwhile for him?

Levi’s expression in the last panel is angry, yes, but also wracked with pain.

So when Historia says she’s unfit for the role of Queen, when she says she can’t be Queen because she’s not good enough, Levi snaps. “Then run,” he said, grabbing her. “Run away from us as fast as you can. Because we’re going to do anything and everything to make you do what we want.” Levi’s eyes are downcast, not looking at her, because what he’s saying is more about him than it is about her.

Because he knows he’s dark enough to follow those orders to do the worst things to a human being to make the entire world a better place. He knows it’s in his bones to commit these atrocities. He is afraid of what he found he’s capable of. He’s already come to terms with killing humans as Titans. He’s come to terms with torturing humans as humans. He knows he can and will do horrible, unforgivable things. That’s his strength, that’s what makes him valuable, useful, important. He’s not like other people—“I’m abnormal… probably because I’ve seen far too many abnormal things.” But he’s ready to condemn himself, to make his hands dirty for the sake of others. He’s decided he has to go full through with the darkness he’s committed, because how else can he justify what he’s done? “I’m fine playing the role of the lunatic who kills people like that. I have to be ready to rearrange some faces. Because I choose the hell of humans killing each other over the hell of being eaten. At least that way… all of humanity doesn’t have to be damned.” His are the hands that will be stained with blood, his is the conscience that will be stained, his is the soul that will sink to hell—all so that others’ innocence can be spared.

The 104th look at him like he’s gone mad, abusing a young, helpless girl like that. But they haven’t seen what he had to do. They haven’t seen how bloody his hands have gotten. His violence here is a desperate reaction to get someone to save him. He’s always been able to avenge the deaths of his soldiers. But this time, he is the one in need of redemption. He could not justify his violence completely, he could only plea for her to make them unnecessary in the future. By becoming Queen, it means he won’t have to keep torturing, keep killing, keep shedding human blood. Her becoming Queen means a peaceful transition of power. Her becoming Queen means he won’t have to pave the path to a new government with more blood and more guilt, at least, not more than he has to. He’s enslaved to doing what his strength allows him to do. He’s begging her to not let people ask that of him.

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 3 years

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I think one of the greatest cruelties that has been shown in mha / bnha is the way society forces people to be okay in order to avoid conflict. Why? Because when people don't talk or show how they feel, the repressed emotions keep accumulating until they explode.

In the meanwhile, people grows terrified of breaking the unspoken rule of keeping things peaceful and happy. Here me out:

First of all, there was nothing wrong with a hero saying "hey, I'm here, it's gonna be okay" and smiling, but society took it too far and it became a command, more than a reassuring gesture.

Toga's parents forced her to act "normal" because they were afraid of their child having something "wrong". And because they were afraid of her child being different, they negligented her and traumatized her.

The same happened with Izuku when Inko was told he was quirkless. She got scared and denied his son's dream, because she was afraid of his child getting his heart broken, even when she didn't know if that was going to happen.

When Kotaro hits and screams and punishes Tenko, it is because he is afraid of Tenko suffering for wanting to be a hero and being quirkless. Ironically, Kotaro ended up causing him a greater damage and a greater suffering.

You can see it in the Todorokis. For playing the perfect house, the ended up with a broken family. Endeavor and Rei couldn't save their older child because they were paralized by fear. They couldn't save neither their other children because they were even more afraid after what happened to Touya.

Iida almost got murdered by Stain for not wanting to trouble his friends by telling them how he felt about what happened with his brother.

Bakugo more than once had to suffer in silence his anger and sadness because he grew up thinking he must be untouchable, unreachable, the best.

This is not too far from what Overhaul did to Eri, telling her she must not act like a runaway because then other people would get worried and get hurt because of her.

And what about the teachers at UA, how in order to keep the appearance and don't break the unspoken rule, went as far as to risk their students time and time again?

What about Spinner, who had to keep up with people being racist everyday and no one did a thing, because Japan was "at peace".

There's a fine line between trying to cheer up people and being toxic optimistic. And people cross that line daily not because they want to be cruel or hurt others, but because they feel the pressure to be fine, because otherwise they would have to admit something is wrong.

And yes, one of the biggest problems in bnha / mha is people acting too late for fear of admiring something is wrong. That's exactly why acting when nobody has asked you to help yet is a thing heroes do. They don't wait for people to be dying to rescue them.

Heroes don't wait for kids to murder their whole families to rescue them. Or to get burn down to ashes and consumed by hatred to get rescued. Or to stab a crush because they couldn't manage how they felt.

That's what the UA kids are showing, the ability to do things without being told to do them. They ability to think for themselves and break the rules if they think those rules don't work anymore.

In the end and if you look closely, bnha / mha is about how being vulnerable and weak is not a thing to be afraid of. We all need rescuing sometimes, we all need to face the ugly side of life, we all are cowards, we all get manipulated, we all get paralized by fear, but we need to stop being afraid of feeling.

That's why it's so important for the protagonist to be such a crybaby and that's why the League of Villains representation as people to feel a lot and with a lot of intensity is crucial.

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asset35-maya · 3 years

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CALYPSO 🐚 ☕️

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“You call this shit an espresso machine?”

“I wouldn’t, but Fowler does. The department’s on a tight budget.”

“Hmmpff.”

Gavin watched Nines tinker with the cheap coffee maker in the break room. The whole thing was so absurd it felt like an out of body experience. He hadn’t had a partner in years and was now suddenly stuck with a military-grade android who bitterly resented every second spent by his side. It was also the first time he’d met someone as temperamental, as foul-mouthed and as coffee-loving as him.

Nines smacked the machine. It produced a pitiful whine and a stream of muddy brown liquid. Gavin cleared his throat.

“We should head to the scene now. Two victims in a warehouse. One human, one android. Battered beyond recognition. I’d go by myself but I need you to scan their identities for me.”

Nines turned around with disgust and something that looked a lot like fear written across his features.

“That sounds awful. Why would I want to come see such a thing?”

“It’s… your job…?”

“No. I’m not a detective. I’m a café owner. Markus and Connor might have forced me to sign a contract with the DPD but they can’t force me to do things I don’t want to.”

“And what am I supposed to do with an uncooperative partner?”

“That is not my problem.”

Gavin was stumped. He wasn’t used to people talking back to him, especially not civilians… not that Nines was really one any more.

“Come on, man. I don’t wanna tell on you. Let’s just make this work. Getting you in trouble is only gonna push you and all your fellow tincans into more hot water. Then you’d have lost your little café for nothing.”

Strangely, he found himself appealing to reason and logic. Nines’ aggressive demeanour was so similar to his own that Gavin had been forced to switch alignment entirely. His colleagues were pleasantly surprised by the change… though now there was a new rabid dog in the station they had to avoid angering.

“Fine. But tell me where exactly to scan. I don’t wanna be looking at those poor bastards any longer than I have to.

And don’t expect me to lick any blood like Connor the great. That’s fucking disgusting.”

“Of course.”

“Oh god. Oh RA9. Oh my…”

Nines took a shaky sip of his blue latte and dropped the cup back onto its saucer. Ralph hovered anxiously above him.

“How on earth do you look at things like that everyday? You barely batted an eye. And they call us androids inhuman.”

“Fifteen years on the job will dull your senses.”

“When did you stop getting queasy?”

Gavin lifted his own cup to his lips, not answering until he finally got a taste of the specialty coffee Nines kept raving about. He sipped and sighed in satisfaction. Calypso was everything it was talked up by the press to be.

“Right after a triple homicide by this dude I went to school with. He grew up exactly the same way I did. He had a nice family, nice job. There was nothing wrong with him. He could have been me, I could have been him. But how did the universe decide who’d be the cop and who’d be the killer? No phcking clue. No rhyme or reason for the way things turned out. And that realisation chilled me to the phcking bone, dude. There’s things scarier than blood and guts and that’s the workings of our own minds.”

Nines considered that for a moment and shuddered. Ralph hastily walked away, muttering to himself.

“Ralph does not like these talks. Murders and killings and bloody, bloody things. It reminds Ralph of the old days.”

Gavin watched him retreat behind the store counter with a raised eyebrow.

“Where on earth did you find that specimen?”

“In a haunted house.”

Gavin blinked uncertainly, not sure if he was being serious. Nines barked a laugh.

“Both of us were living rough after the Revolution. He’d been squatting in different buildings since he deviated and I was one of the new units Connor brought onto the streets from Cyberlife Tower. Didn’t have any clothes on. Didn’t have anywhere to go. I just ducked into the first abandoned building I saw. Needless to say I got the scare of my life, just as the poster outside promised.”

Nines’ eyes flicked over fondly to Ralph. The WR600 was now dealing rather enthusiastically with a customer. Gavin followed Nines’ gaze, sipping the heavenly coffee while his perception of the world went through another sea change.

“I’m proud of you, son. You didn’t want to join us at first but you went above and beyond for this mission.”

Captain Fowler pinned a medal of honour to the front of Nines’ dress uniform as the audience clapped. Nines inclined his head but remained expressionless. He glanced sideways and Gavin couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face, scarcely noticing the matching medal that joined the other ribbons and distinguished service awards on his chest.

Connor and Markus were waiting for them as they got off the stage. Nines shoved past both of them, ignoring Markus’ outstretched hand and the camera flashes from the media.

Irony of ironies, Gavin felt the need to save face. He stopped to shake hands and pose for pictures with the leader of Jericho and new Mayor of Detroit.

“He’s served well. He’s done his part. When can he go back to his little café?”

Markus smiled wistfully.

“Securing Nines’ public service was not just a bargaining chip in passing the Android Equality bill, Detective. It was a key instrument.”

“What do you mean?”

“We don’t just need to guarantee public safety from advanced androids, we need to recuperate the development costs. Cyberlife received countless government grants for RK R&D activities. I need to show tax payers that their money didn’t go down the drain.”

“What the hell kind of freedom is this?”

Markus dipped his head and Connor swiftly motioned for a journalist to join them.

“Turn the car around! Turn the fuck around!”

“Okay okay! Hang on!”

Gavin was used to Nines’ temper but he was now seeing it accompanied by anxiety for the first time. His hands were splayed out across the dashboard and his eyes were as wide as dinner plates. The LED on his temple sparked red in between its rapid cycles of yellow.

Weaving expertly through the traffic, Gavin pulled up outside Calypso Café. Nines leapt out of the police car before it fully stopped.

Gavin saw the source of trouble instantly. Two burly men tossing chairs and kicking tables. A third was berating terrified patrons and a fourth jeered at Ralph, plucking at his apron and smacking his damaged cheek. Gavin knew that anti-android sentiment still simmered beneath the surface of their society, but it had been a while since he’d seen it rear its ugly head… and so violently at that.

Nines barged into his beloved café and bodily flung the men out. They flew through the air and hit the pavement as if they weighed nothing. Gavin watched with muted horror, realising why exactly anyone would want the government to keep an eye on the RK900.

There was a sickening crunch as Nines broke the nose of the man who’d been bullying Ralph. But it didn’t end there. He kicked him down the entrance steps and leapt onto the man’s torso, pummelling his brutish face into the concrete.

Gavin could barely hear himself yelling for Nines to stop above the cacophony of screams from the vicinity. Seconds flew by and spatters of blood turned into veritable rivulets running down the pavement.

Not daring to intervene physically, Gavin pulled out his service revolver.

“Nines, get off him! Nines, it’s not worth it! If you kill him, everything ends! Nines! Stop! I’ll shoot if you don’t let go! Don’t make me do this, man! Please!”

He counted down and cursed when Nines showed no indication of having heard him. He fired a warning shot. Then two more. And then he pointed his weapon directly at Nines.

One bullet to the android’s midsection.

A burst of blue.

A staticky cry of surprise.

And Nines dropped to the side.

The other aggressors scrambled to scrape their unconscious ringleader off the ground and hurried away. Gavin made no effort to stop them. He flipped Nines onto his back and looked into the angry blue eyes.

“Wipe all the security cameras on the street.”

“Already did.”

Ralph helped him carry Nines into the vandalised café. Gavin ripped open the stained shirt and felt up the chassis for the embedded bullet. He took the toolbox from Ralph and began to work, guided by a lifesaving instinct that somehow applied to androids too.

“I should have been there.”

“What?”

“Ralph. I should have been there with you. I’d have never let those bastards into the store. I’d have never let them put their hands on you.”

“Ralph is okay. Completely fine! There is no need to worry about Ralph. Ralph is worried about you. So much thirium…”

“This should have never happened. You were there for me when I didn’t even have a stitch of clothing on my chassis, but I abandoned you to run Calypso on your own. You could have gotten hurt badly today. I’m so sorry, Ralph.”

Gavin plucked the bullet out and began working to stem the flow of blue blood. His hands shook with empathetic rage, and Nines noticed.

“I honestly think falling back on your core programming is the right thing to do. It’s the same thing as humans playing to their strengths. It doesn’t mean we’re still trapped by our software instructions. It doesn’t mean we’re not deviant. It just means that we’re choosing to do something we’re indisputably good at.”

Nines’ grip on his thirium beer was so tight that his knuckles had turned white. The synth skin was stretched to breaking point, exposing the plastic chassis beneath. Gavin swallowed uncomfortably. He found himself wishing that he was an android too and could telepathically ask Connor to shut the phck up.

As usual, he was the only one who noticed Nines’ tension. Hank and Fowler and all their other insensitive colleagues were nodding sagely at the bullshit the RK800 was spewing.

“I mean, sure, there’s plenty of androids who choose alternative career paths, but I think that’s just an unnecessary hill to climb. If you’re up for the challenge, go for it by all means, but why? It’s never made sense to me. I can’t imagine being anything other than a detective.”

Gavin’s eyes flitted between both ends of Hank’s backyard as if he were watching a tennis match. Connor continued to babble and Nines grip on his drink became increasingly vice-like.

Then there was a splintering sound.

A spray of blue beer.

A scatter of broken glass.

Time seemed to slow down as Nines pushed himself off the fence he was leaning on and made his way across the yard.

And then Gavin had a fleeting vision of Connor being tackled to the ground and having his jaw ripped off. He’d heard plenty about preconstructions but he’d never expected to have one himself as a human. Or was that just what they called a premonition?

Gavin moved quickly.

He actually ran.

He paid no heed to the irritated murmurs and cries of alarm.

He pushed a hapless colleague out of the way and inserted himself directly in Nines’ path…

deftly avoided the attempt to shove him aside…

wrapped his arms around Nines’ neck…

and kissed him.

Part 3/3

#tw: physical violence #reed900 #dbh rk900 #rk900 #gavin900 #gavin reed #dbh gavin #dbh nines #gavin x rk900 #dbh #dbh connor #dbh markus #dbh ralph #dbh fanfic #dbh writing #my writing

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fuck-customers · 3 years

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I found of pair of denim shorts in the fitting room today with a period stain on the crotch🤢🤢 you can bet your ass I doused my hands with hand sanitizer after defecting those bitches

Ugh I wish there was a better way to deal with periods because accidents happen and it's embarrassing as hell. When I'm on mine I hate leaving the house. Hubby has to drag me out and bribe me, usually with whatever I'm craving. You can tell by the way I walk if I'm "on the rag" because I become super paranoid about my pad bunching up and causing spillage. I've seen that there's underwear that is for periods that is washable/reusable and I've debated on getting a few pairs to see if that works out. And before anyone suggests anything that needs to be inserted in my vagina, don't. I'm not comfortable with that shit and hate it to high hell. The few times I've had to suck it up and deal with a tampon I walked like I rode a horse bare back for a week straight. Sometimes I walked as if I was going to piss myself. I guess the tampon sizes were different, but I hated the feeling of something being inside of me. So, nah, pads all the way. But pad technology needs to go further to ensure shit like this doesn't happen. Folks that have periods should be able to do normal day to day stuff without embarrassing accidents happening. Who wants to tell an employee "Hey, I'm sorry but I seem to have bled on these shorts"? I assume the best thing on the market would be the thinx underwear. They even have boxer brief cuts which is great for someone that is trans experiencing a period that doesn't want to deal with "feminine hygiene products". Yeah it's really gross to come across this kind of thing but it's not something uterus owning people can control 100% of the time. Sometimes the Ugly Red Mistress of Flo rears her angry head when we least expect it. Society has taught those with vaginas to be ashamed of the natural course of their bodily functions so we tuck our heads down and hide instead of owning up to accidents. If society didn't treat periods like it does then maybe that customer would have brought the shorts out and said "Sorry, it looks like I got my period and didn't know it when I tried these on". But we're not taking body dysphoria into account here. That's a whole new level of hell that a lot of us can't fathom.

Bottom line, TLDR, the person that tried those on might have noticed and was horrified and too embarrassed to tell staff about it for any number of reasons. We're failing as a society when teaching our children about normal bodily functions so that people feel the need to hide these kinds of occurrences instead of be open and honest. -Abby

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folyxfanart · 3 years

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Vein

Got tagged by @elowmojo to talk about some details I love about my comfort character (V)ein! Thanks a lot for tagging me and giving me the opportunity to talk a little bit about him <3 So here we go:

His look

The first thing people notice about him, are his (killer) eyes. No one knows their true color. They are currently red, he wanted to impress his ennemies i guess. He likes to highlight them with black makeup. They even stand out in the dark and also reflect his inner-rage -->'Born to kill' tattoo.

His eye color+makeup match with the tattoo, especially the little demon which represents him in a way (same look and pointed ears).

Accessories

1- Cyberware: simple, discreet, because he's already got tattoos and scars, to not over make it

2- A nose piercing and a single silver ring in his ear, he doesn't like to have too many accessories, he prefers simplicity

3- A choker: his favorite(@chrome-spider i couldn't find the account anymore ;_;)

Stains on most of his clothes (especially blood stains) due to close-ranged combat. He mainly uses his mantis blades that's why he often gets dirty with his ennemy's blood (he should wash his clothes more often though *cough*).

We can notice his impeccable black nailpolish.

Features

The 'feature' next to his mouth, the dimple in his chin + his lil pouty mouth, I find personally, attractive.

Scars

Vein's body is full of skin marks such as scars, moles...The ones on his face are source of discomfort in society because they're big and remind him the darkest period of his life when he lost some people he loved.

That's why he combs his hair to the side of his face to hide them.

(That's why he thinks he's ugly too).

The scars on his body are from his hobo years when he lived in the streets and faced much violence and had to defend himself.

His waist is thin too.

Moles

He's got moles literally all over his body *_*, on the first picture: 3 moles form a triangle, and there is a bigger one on his waist.

Veins

The apparent veins (referring to his name): eye dilated blood vessels, because of fatigue, hours spent in front of screens to acquire new netrunning abilities too but also veins in the arms and legs <3

Smile

And finally his (cute) little smile. He rarely smiles, he's either sad or pouty. He's got low self-esteem but when he smiles...omg ^_^

He can be intimidating and cute at the same time.

I don't know if there are some people who read so far but it was really cool to do this!!

I don't tag anyone this time, just feel free to do it if you feel too, cause it's fun :3

#oc:vein #cyberpunk oc #cp2077 #tag game #male v #street kid #my lil demon #baby boy #yeah each V has their own story #hehe I love choker on men don't ask me why #v cyberpunk #cpvein

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tamakissimp · 4 years

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headcanon: they comfort you

a/n: time to give the underrated boys some loveeeeee

TAMAKI:

The hero course isn't all fun and games. Students are put under immense amounts of pressure and insane expectations. A villain attack can always happen and students could get badly hurt after every training session. But you are supposed to risk it all to become heroes. To give it you're all just to save those few lives, right?

But you couldn't take it anymore. Break downs were common amongst students, you have had them before. But this one is different. Your body is shaking so heavily that it becomes difficult to breathe. A whirlwind of thoughts wreaks havoc in your mind. You're zoned out to the point where you don't even notice Tamaki sitting in front of you. He's trying to desperately to try and get you to calm down. He's shaking your shoulders and an effort to get you to notice him.

"B-Bunny, come on," he says. His hands move up to cup your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. With glossy eyes, you look at him. His heart aches as he sees thick tears falling down your cheeks. Tamaki couldn't fight the tears pricking up in his own eyes. He just couldn't stand the sight of you in pain.

"C-Come on, come back.". His voice wavers and cracks at the end. He felt so selfish, crying while he should be comforting you. he pulls you against his chest. You subconsciously nuzzle into the crook of his neck. "T-Talk to me. Please, I-I'm here for y-you.".

You're slowly coming back. Tamaki's voice pulls you out of the dark corner of your mind you had been hidden in. Your brain registers the feelings of his arms wrapped around you. The sweet scent of his cologne fills your nose. Your silent sobs turn into loud ones. It starts as whimpers but they escalate into screams. Screams that you know will hurt your throat tomorrow.

"Let i-it all out," Tamaki says. His hands rub comforting circles on your back. You can't do anything except sob. You hate yourself for breaking under the pressure that your fellow students can cope with easy. You hate feeling weak. "Let it a-all out.".

SHINSOU:

In this society, only people with useful quirks are accepted. Anyone with a so-called villainous quirk is rejected. Anyone who isn't happy all the time is tossed aside. Anyone who dares to think differently than the rest is locked up. Most of the time you could take it. The comments. The expectations. But not today. It wasn't anyone's fault really, that what you tried to tell yourself. It wasn't the fault of the first-year student with the temper of a chihuahua who couldn't keep his thought to himself. It wasn't the fault of your partner who forgot to turn in your assignment. It wasn't your fault for not being able to handle everything. Right?

Shinsou doesn't even knock as he rips your door open. His heart drops to his stomach as he sees you bundled up in your bed, shoulders shaking and ugly sobs echoing off the walls. He walks over to you and gently lays a hand on your shoulder. Even though your tears, you smile at him. "Move over, kitten," he says.

You push yourself towards the wall and lift up the covers, allowing Shinsou to slip into your bed. His arms snake around you and he pulls you towards him. "What's going on?" he asks. You just shake your head, pushing yourself even more against his body.

"It's nothing, I'm sorry," you say. Shinsou lays two fingers under your chin before pushing it up and forcing you to look at him. His heart breaks at the sight of you. Tear stained cheeks, red eyes, wobbling lips and a fake smile. How could have not have noticed you were doing so bad?

"No," he says before pulling you against him again. "Don't be sorry. You can tell me.". You take a deep breath. You try to sort your thoughts. You can't just drop everything into him.

Shinsou hums softly in an effort to calm you down. It works, funnily enough. "It...It's just all my fault," you manage to say before another sobs wrecks through your body. You nearly choke on your own spit as you desperately try to breathe. Shinsou shakes his head. He wants to tell you that's not true. He wants to rant about how much you mean to him, how you brighten his day, how you're the thing that gets him out of bed.

But this isn't the time for that. This is the time to patiently wait until you continue talking. This is the time to hug you closer until your sobs stop. This is the time to be there for you.

TOKOYAMI:

Most people ignored Tokoyami, either it is for his quirky look or for his scary quirk. Especially at two in the morning when darkness has consumed the dorms. So when he got awoken by a set of knocks on his door, he was less than pleased. He pulls the door open with a scowl.

"What is it that you want?" he says.His scowl drops when he sees you standing in front of his. Your hand is clasped over your mouth in an effort to still your sobs. Tokoyami pulls you into his room at lightning speed, softly closing the door behind him. His arms wrap around you and pull you in for a hug before you can protest.

"What is going on, my love?". You just shake your head against his shoulder. Your fingers claw at his shirt as you bit on your lip.

Two cold hands slide up your arms next to Tokoyami's warm ones. You don't even need to look to know who they belong to. It's no secret that dark shadow took a liking in you as well."How can I help you?" Tokoyami asks. You just pull him closer to you. You feel him nod against you, causing his feathers to tickle against your neck. The feeling of his hands softly roaming over your body, his feather brushing against your skin, dark shadows hand cooling down your tearstained cheeks, it's all so comforting.

The sobs slow down and the shaking in your shoulders simmers down. It almost sounds like Tokoyami is cooing at you. Maybe the avian part of his quirk has influenced more than just his looks. "Can we s-stay like this, Fumi?" you ask. The way your voice cracks pulls at Tokoyami's heart.

"We shall," he says. He places a soft kiss on the crone of your head which is rather awkward due to his beak, but he manages. Dark shadow's hands disappear from your body and you hear something rummaging in a corner of the room.

Before you know it, pillows and blankets are being places on the ground beside you. Tokoyami helps you down so that you're comfortably sitting on one of the pillows.He grabs a blanket and wraps it around you two before returning to his original position, arms wrapped around you. "We'll stay.".

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