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palskippah · 2 months

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Hmmmm

Preg!Mario but hes in his cat or tanooki suit >:3

Hi!

Anon you're the smartest of the anons ever and also thanks for giving me an excuse to feel less embarrassed of posting preg cat Mario here ajskdjak

Here's some ideas regarding the cat suit when Mario's preggy bc about the tanuki suit I've got like one:

-When Mario's with the cat suit, his body becomes cat-like (surprise :0 omg) and that means he's much more flexible, so he really likes to use the suit when he feels overwhelmed at how much he can't do now that his pregnancy's so advanced. When he's a cat he can stretch like he wants, his belly doesn't feel as cumbersome and he can even loaf for a lil' while (until it becomes uncomfortable, and he has to change positions).

>It's for those reasons that, let's say that at the last weeks of pregnancy, Mario sleeps at night with the suit on. He sleeps soundly and wakes up feeling very rested, never mind whichever weird position he was in, he feels great.

>Now this is a problem for Peach's sleeping, because since Mario's able to pull weirder positions to sleep in, she often finds herself with a very pregnant cat just sleeping on top of her and snoring the loudest he ever has. The whole night. She doesn't say much about it, she's glad that Mario is resting and sleeping well, because before they figured out the Super Bell, he couldn't move much when sleeping, since any change in position could alter his comfort. He could be laying in his side, and if he tips a bit too forward his belly starts pulling at his back and makes it ache, but if he tips too backwards, the weight of the babies makes him feel short of breath- so basically he can't do anything without feeling discomfort.

>Before Mario was pregnant, he moved everywhere too when he slept at night, but Peach could easily hold him and pin him down and whenever he moved, she just hugged him and manhandled him to her own comfort, he always slept so deeply that he didn't really notice that he was being thrown around like a doll. BUT it's much harder when the small guy is pregnant with twins, it isn't just harder to move him since he's heavier, but also, she doesn't want to cause him discomfort nor jostle the babies too much. She doesn't want to move him around this time either, and yeah, she could just scoot away from Mario, but he always unconsciously looks around for her body to get closer. So, Peach stays right in the middle of the bed, it's much better being uncomfortable there, than at a little corner where she's still going to have Mario right over her.

-About tanuki Mario, the fact that they gain some weight when they have the Super Leaf was not pulled from my heart, the source is here SJDKSJ from Super Mario Broth's twitter. Also, I think it was the racoon power-up, but honestly I don't get the difference between that one and the tanuki one hwdwh

>So, he just feels a bit less agile with the tanuki suit on, so he doesn't use it as much unless necessary- prefers the cat suit the most :y

-One morning Peach finally snaps, and pretty much yells at Mario that she can't take it any longer and she's so sleepy. Mario jumped in place from her outburst but kept listening silently while she rambled about how Mario stays almost on top of her ALL night and he wouldn't let her fall asleep and it's been so many nights already and if she goes another night without sleeping, she'll go crazy- and when she's breathing to get her air back after all that, he says almost shyly, why don't you use a Super Bell too?

>And Peach pauses to look at him and then at the ceiling in such a deep disappointment directed to herself that Mario feels bad for having to resist the urge to laugh. Why didn't I think of that-? she asks herself, raising a hand as if ready to smack her own forehead, but then she redirects the hand and points a finger at Mario, You- I think the pregnancy brain is contagious, she mutters, with a crazed look in her eyes that completely comes from not getting her usual eight hours of sleep each night. And now Mario can't resist the giggle that left him.

>From then on, each night both sleep soundly, yippie!!

-Btw I love drawing sleeping characters with drool, it's like they're having a really good sleep aksdjsaj

-BTW look at the first drawing I made of tanuki Mario last night, to figure out how it was JSKSJD the silly

-ALSO, it was Peach who gave the solution initially askjdasd

[Mario's laying on his side partially while complaining about his back, Peach comes up with the solution of the Super Bell, and then there's Cat Mario deeply asleep in the same position as before aksjdsa]

#super mario bros #my art #mareach #mareach preggy stuff #mareach family au #mario mario #princess peach #tanooki mario #cat mario #FR anon if you're the same from the Junior movie ask- keep those ideas coming akjsdasjd they're good #BTW the asks I haven't answered yet either I still don't know how to #or there's a WIP going on HWHW #SOWWY

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exololyunho · 1 year

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FFF day 10: threesome/ritual

Wooyoung/reader/Yeosang

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masterlist fff masterlist

warnings: threesome, roommate au, barely any plot, fingering, spit roasting, deep throating, orgasm denial, like 0 dialogue my bad

uh so theres no ritual in this its just straight threesome

This was torture. The two assholes on either side of you knew what they were doing to you, and they both seemed to enjoy this way too much.

What had started as a simple night in with your roommates, Wooyoung and Yeosang had quickly gone south when Wooyoung had jokingly suggested watching Fifty Shades of Grey. You knew he was only joking and had protested, but Yeosang was never one to back down from a challenge and had agreed with Wooyoung.

And so you found yourself in between two of the hottest men you’d ever met watching a goddamn BDSM movie on a Tuesday night. Wooyoung’s arm was stretched over your shoulders and Yeosang’s hand was placed on your thigh. Both men were situated as close to you as possible, their legs brushing yours.

“Something wrong?” You jumped, not expecting Wooyoung’s lips to be directly next to your ear. Yeosang chuckled as you turned to face Wooyoung, feeling like a deer in headlights. His arm slid off your shoulder to rest a hand on your waist.

“Um yeah, yeah I’m fine why?” It was hard to swallow when the two of you were face to face, noses practically touching.

He opened his mouth but was interrupted by a loud moan from the TV. More color rose to your cheeks and he laughed, high pitched and teasing.

“You seem a little tense,” this time it was Yeosang’s voice in your ear, causing you to stiffen even more. “Not liking the movie?”

You weren’t sure you had even the slightest clue what was happening in the movie, besides what you’d heard about it in the past. It was hard to focus when the two of them were so close to you. Wooyoung was usually this touchy, but Yeosang wasn’t and the combination of both of their proximity was fucking with your ability to think.

“It-it’s fine I guess,” you pulled your gaze from Wooyoung, glancing at Yeosang who was still leaning unusually close to you before trying to focus on what must be the fifth sex scene playing out before you.

“Just fine? C’mon doll, there must be more thoughts in that head than just that,” Wooyoung gently poked a finger into your temple. You swatted his hand only for him to laugh and lay it dangerously high on your thigh, opposite Yeosang’s. Although, Yeosang’s hand sat closer to your knee. Wooyoung’s fingers were damn near brushing the seat of your sweats.

“It’s fine,” you grumbled, crossing your arms and trying your absolute hardest to pretend your roommates weren’t torturing you.

Mercifully, they let you be. Not for long, though, because by the time the next sex scene rolled around, Yeosang’s hand had inched up your leg. It was nearing the position of Wooyoung’s, so high it was damn near indecent.

“Sure you’re good?” This time Yeosang’s lips made contact with your ear. You hissed when he gently took the lobe between his teeth. By now, his hand was settled where your hip met your thigh, fingers dangerously close to your covered pussy.

What the hell had gotten into them?

Yeosang’s lips moved to suck, kiss, and nibble at the side of your neck. Your eyes had slid shut, lost in the feeling until Wooyoung’s hand on your jaw drew your attention. Before you could register what he was doing exactly, his lips were on yours. He moved tentatively at first, but once you reciprocated, he kissed you with more force. His tongue swiped against your lips and you opened them for him with no resistance.

You parted from Wooyoung to gasp when Yeosang cupped you over your pants. He rubbed his palm back and forth as his lips continued to leave marks across your throat.

Wooyoung took a moment to sit back and watch as Yeosang slowly moved his hand up, giving you plenty of time to shove him away before he slid his hand down your pants. You gasped, turning to him with wide eyes as his fingers gently explored. He had a dark look in his eyes. Suddenly, he surged forwards to claim your lips with his.

Yeosang was a lot less gently than Wooyoung had. He was all tongue and teeth, nipping at your lips and pressing you backwards, all while his hand was still rubbing you underneath your pants.

Eventually, you found yourself leaning back against Wooyoung, between his legs while Yeosang was between yours. Wooyoung's hands were sliding over your torso underneath your shirt, feeling up every bit of skin he could before they eventually settled on groping your breasts.

By now, the movie was long forgotten, only providing background noise to mix with heavy breathing from all three of you, Yeosang’s lips on yours, and the slick sound of his fingers sliding inside of you.

Your head tipped back against Wooyoung’s shoulder as you parted from Yeosang to gasp for breath.

“Off,” Wooyoung pushed you up slightly to lift your shirt over your head. He removed his quickly before pulling you back down to rest against him. His hands came back up to pluck and tug at your nipples, cupping your breasts in his hands.

Yeosang took his chance to strip your bottom half less than gracefully. He tugged and pulled to get your sweats down off your ankles before he threw them over his shoulder, before thrusting his fingers back into you. Your back arched, your hands clinging onto Wooyoung’s thighs for dear life as Yeosang used the lack of restricting clothes to his advantage. He was twisting and turning his fingers, searching for the angle that would have you crying out his name.

He found it, unsurprisingly. He repeated his motions over and over until it seemed to you like he was trying to make you lose the ability to do anything other than moan for him.

Wooyoung was ever so slightly grinding his hard on into your back, still stroking your breasts and teasing your nipples. He was panting in your ear, his hot breath sending goosebumps down your arms.

You were nearly there, so close from their combined motions. Just as you were beginning to rise, Yeosang ripped his hand away, backing up while Wooyoung pushed you forward, onto your hands and knees on the couch between them.

“Why-why’d you stop?” You were unable to stop your words from coming out as a whine.

Yeosang just chuckled and pulled down his sweats just far enough to pull his dick. “You’re going to cum on Woo’s cock, or not at all.”

The look in his eyes was downright evil, something you’d never seen in him before making an appearance. All you could do was nod as you tried not to stare at his dick, right in front of your face.

“Open up, Y/n. Thank Sangie for making you feel good,” Wooyoung was bent over your back, one hand grabbing your jaw and opening your mouth for Yeosang. You kept your eyes on the man before you as he fed the tip of his dick through your lips.

Wooyoung removed himself from you, but you barely paid him any mind, instead focusing on licking Yeosang’s head. You suckled on it for a moment, before opening your mouth wider and taking him farther down. Fighting your gag reflex, you pushed on until your nose brushed against his lower stomach. Yeosang’s hand threaded through your hair, his head tipped back as he shakily exhaled.

You were so focused on sucking lightly on Yeosang and trying to breath through your nose that you didn’t realize what Wooyoung was doing until he was slowly pushing inside of you.

A garbled moan forced its way out around Yeosang’s dick as Wooyoung seated himself fully inside you. Breathing was starting to get too difficult, so you pulled back from Yeosang to take a few shuddering breaths as Wooyoung started moving with short thrusts.

When you could breathe somewhat normally, you took Yeosang back into your mouth. You tried to set a rhythm, but it was futile and when Wooyoung’s thrusts picked up, you allowed his movements to fuck you forward onto Yeosang. Yeosang’s hand hadn’t left your hair, his hand gripping just tight enough to sting your scalp a little, but not enough to actually hurt at all.

Behind you, Wooyoung was gripping your hips and tugging you back to take him fully everytime he thrust into you. It felt so good, your eyes drifted closed. Both men were grunting and groaning as they used you, but all you could focus on was the mounting pleasure that was seeping through your bloodstream.

Wooyoung shifted slightly, allowing him to brush the head of his dick over your g-spot with every inward motion. Your eyes flew open and you were greeted with the sight of Yeosang, jaw slack, cheeks flushed, and eyes focused on you. His hips jerked up into your mouth when the two of you made eye contact. You gagged around him, spit dripping out of the corners of your mouth as your eyes began to water.

Yeosang groaned louder, his hips actively starting to thrust into your mouth. Wooyoung had picked up a nearly frantic pace behind you, slamming into you and driving you closer and closer to the orgasm Yeosang had denied you earlier.

All of a sudden, the wave of pleasure you didn’t know had been building inside hit you like a truck. Your eyes rolled back as shudders racked your body. Wooyoung groaned, long and low, as his hips stuttered when you clenched around his dick. He emptied inside you, pressing his hips fully to yours to bury himself as deep as he could.

As you and Wooyoung reached your highs, Yeosang took over, thrusting into your mouth to chase his own. Within a few moments, he had you pulled all the way down again to pump his load down your throat. You gagged around him at first, but relaxed and let him ride out the pleasure.

He pulled out gingerly when he was done, Wooyoung following. You couldn’t help it, falling bonelessly to pant and lay flat on the couch.

Both of them slowly and softly picked you up to cradle you between them. Yeosang had you cradled in his arms as your legs were thrown over Wooyoungs. They both ran soothing hands over you.

As you caught your breath, a smile broke out on your face.

“So,” you cleared your throat. “When can we do that again?”

#ateez smut #february filth fest #exololyunho's february filth fest #wooyoung smut #jung wooyoung smut #kang yeosang smut #yeosang smut

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cosmic-kaden · 1 month

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♡ with Flip! GO GO GO! <3

Why do you both hate me!? Did I HURT you? /j /lh goddammit.. I'm tagging you both BUT DON'T READ THIS! >:c @ama-ships || @kylars-princess Thank you both for the ask lkdjfdlsk

SEND ME ♡ + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…

IT'S ----H e [zips hoodie up until it covers my entire face] sonofabitchthismandrivesmewild

Who is the most affectionate?

Flip 100% is more affectionate. He will scare the hell out of me.. he will backhug me with a "grah!" and bury his face in the crook of my neck and have one of his little giggle fits when I jump and tell him "Stoooooppp!!!" and be all whiny with him /lh

Who initiates the handholding?

me….me it's me okay! I cannot resist holding this mans hand- I might sorta like the look he gets on his face when I reach for his hand >///>

Who worries more for the other?

I worry about him constantly because of his line of work. He's always put behind enemy lines so to speak and things could go from 0 to 100 in the blink of an eye. Knowing he was going undercover somewhere always had me so fucking nervous. I'd never tell him I was worried but he knew, I know he knew because he would call me at least twice a day whenever he would get the chance too to let me know that he's okay and that he misses me aslkjdfldf

Who is more likely to ask for help?

LMFAO (help them /lh )

Who is the one always losing the keys?

Flip is! sometimes he's always in a rush and all I'll hear is "fuck…fuck! where are they? I just had the damn things!"

Who leaves little love notes for the other?

ME! Except like… things like "Please don't die today <3" "No you can't strangle your annoying co-worker" and maybe just maybe sneak two in that read "I kinda like your face <3" and "I love you, be safe 'kay? <3"

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there?

SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH It's me. If he is working I will worry but if he's just out late I will struggle big time to go to sleep. He has a very particular way of sleeping next to me that I've grown very fond of… code for he spoons me and pretty much bear hugs me like I'm a stuffed animal >///>

Who is more likely to propose to the other?

[CHOKES ON MY SPIT] I DON'T UNDERSTAND THE QUESTION HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Who introduced the other to their family first?

reiterating that my s/i doesn't really have family so he would introduce me to his family and yeah he would tease meeeee but then I'd whip out the ol' "Your son nearly killed me twice and arrested me for a crime I technically didn't start." to which he would snap "You finished it though" and I'd be like C:

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair?

OKAY SO- Flip knows I have an extremely bad habit of when I'm really stressed out I will play with my hair, as I play with it, I do tug it a lot, he knows it will eventually give me a massive headache.. If he notices that I'm stressing in public he will give me a tight hug and give me a few head strokes and gently remind me to not pull my hair so much or if we are in private he wastes no time in pulling me to him or leading me to the bed or couch, he'll lay me down and HE will gently stroke my hair, run his fingers through it gently, or give me a nice little head massage so I don't end up hurting myself >/////>

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated?

"Kaden, energy drinks aren't breakfast and they sure as shit aren't water- You can't eat a small bag of chips and drink an energy drink and call it breakfast for fuck sakes!" "…pfft not with that attitude" "I swear to Christ- I'm making you breakfast-" (This is all /lh)

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other?

Flip! He is incredibly defensive over me, like I tell him I had a bad day and his immediate response is "Who did it?" I try to defend Flip but he's so good at defending for himself that I just…add to what he's already saying? LOL

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other?

Flip actually can surprise me in ways I never thought were possible, probably because we don't think the other is in the stages of being romantic so when it happens we're like "Whoa~" and we're completely smitten with one another dlkjkldsfj

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things?

"Don't die. Pinky swear." "Alright but pinky swear me you'll be mindful and pay attention to your surroundings" "Deal" Pinky swears "Lock it~" Kaden places their thumb to his and turns their hands while still in the pinky promise "What a dork."

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch?

Flip~ although he usually doesn't need to because I'm usually wrapped up in one of his flannels… cause you know, it's him being late + my inability to sleep so I will just snuggle with something that smells like him and end up passing out on the couch aldkjlafjlf

#[SCREAMS INTO MY HANDS]#THANK YOU I HATE IT /J /LH #godilovehimsmhelpmeeee #It Comes In Threes #games;;

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evachuber · 1 year

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More theories because I am on a brainrot

I spent some time to think of theories and what everything means during the wait for part 2, and whilst it's quick, I do think I should lay down some I have right now and see if they make sense. Let's begin.

Spoilers for all of Chapter 2 but I think you all knew that the moment you saw my post's title.

I do think that if David IS telling the truth about his secret, then Hu can be the three suicides one. After all, she mentions not being useful after David's big reveal and seems to hold a significant amount of trauma due to that.

It WOULD also help show why the fuck she keeps babying Nico, seeing them as someone who needs guidance on how to survive a killing game with people like Ace in the room, not to mention, she already has a friendship with Nico, so it's a starting point.

Does that mean I like her?

Look I may have such low standards I like Veronika but Jesus Christ Hu is a fucking annoying character, just cuz she has a good reason DOESN'T mean she's likable

ANYWHO, enough Hu hate or else she will give me at least 20 Aneurisms in a matter of a millisecond, we got another killer suspicion

Do I believe it? No. Not because It's not right, but because if it IS right, my discord pfp changes and I am naturally very biased because of it.

People are saying the killer is Levi. Which... definitely has points.

Levi using the crazy sprite here makes him seem like he's fucking insane, but also... hiding something? most of the cast has something to hide, and by this point, Levi is definitely the most sus one who's hiding something

close second/third is David/Arturo but they've revealed big something already so they're not on the list

Dude was MEGA quick to hit the vote button on David, even to the point of it looking too quick. Since David is the most sus person this chapter, it's natural to think he's a suspicious person and the best person to vote, therefore get them out of the way and win the trial. The only reason this fails is because Teruko's thinking and Charles realizing the group fucked up (Just between us, that's the most BS cliffhanger I've seen. Makes sense, but damn it was fucking abrupt.)

I find it oddly out of character for Levi to instantly push Eden as the killer. David? You can make the argument he revealed a new side to him and confessed to the murder instantly, but EDEN makes less sense to me. They are shown to be friendly, as shown in the first episode of the chapter.

ANOTHER THING is that Charles brought up a point I would see the calculative Levi agreeing with; No one was going to accuse Eden of murdering, she was just suspicious as the note had her name on it.

All this makes Levi very suspicious, and that's just from the trial. There is also evidence that points back to him.

I will not cover every evidence. Not because this post is too long as is and you'll need to read it when you have the next few hours free, but because I do not remember how the evidence plays into the case and my IQ usually isn't higher than 5

Man I am such a good DRDT fan :D

ANYWHO- One I will cover is the Merry go round, or as Infinite from Sonic Forces Teruko describes it, "The spinny thing".

Now, tape being wrapped in some sort of way around the merry go round is already looking suspicious, but then you look at Arei's wrists.

There is a mark on her wrists. It also can't be rope because of the shape, rope would leave a few patches of untouched skin, whereas in this case, Arei has a complete rash around her wrist, showing that tape was definitely used to drag her. This is also why her glove was missing, most likely to keep people from either guessing it's tape compared to rope or her glove was resistant to tape. It's one of the two, I have 0 idea.

Now, the main idea is that Levi used the Merry go round to push Arei up on the swing set to make it SEEM like she hanged herself in order to stage a suicide. However not only is that not the case due to Suicides not causing a trial, but also look at the fact that we can confirm that Arei's death had nothing to do with drowning (meaning no relaxation room ravine was involved.)

Arturo confirmed her neck was broken.

At first, this seems irrelevant. After all, hanging usually ends in broken necks, right?

APPARENTLY NOT.

seems sus for someone to die from a neck snap without the use of a noose. and let's remember what Arei's talent is...

Yeah, she's pretty fit

Of course, a Bowler has uses with the arms...

OK that sounded wrong- but I can't explain it better-

ANYWAY, Given her strength, it would be natural she could overpower most of the cast, even if they tried to hurt her. Some people are also not physically fit enough to either fight back/kill Arei or even fight her, and I doubt most people would know how to snap her neck.

Levi looks like he has healed, so I don't see him looking like he CAN'T snap Arei's neck. He also could easily push the carousel as long as his arm doesn't get hit with the pain, but the dude is buff enough I think his remaining hand will be fine.

There is DEFINITELY more I can think off, but remember, I'm some British guy theorizing on how buff dude killed a character who nearly got character development, but DR;DT played it well. If I think of more shit I can make a part two to this post but until then imma go commit tax evasion and angering Karen's with my shitty opinions, have a nice life

#danganronpa despair time #drdt spoilers #drdt theory #levi fontana #hu jing #eden tobisa #arei nageishi

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crossovernonshipstournament · 9 months

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Propaganda

Team Baddie Besties:

Basically I was like "yknow who Lancer reminds me of. Bowser Jr" and then realized that Bowser would TOTALLY emotionally adopt Lancer after learning Spade King is a sucky dad. Anyway Lance and Jr love going around causing problems together, Jr gets to try out Lance's bike and Lance gets a ride in the Koopa Clown car. They (and sometimes Susie) like to prank Mario and friends a lot and I just think they would be such good friends = It was your average day in Hometown, Mushroom Kingdom. Bowser Junior, who wanted to practice wreaking havoc, showed up to ruin just that. He crashed into Hometown riding his clown car, causing trouble through town as he went. Bored, he broke into the school while class was in session, and there he noticed something strange about the storage closet at the end of the hall. ~ "Huh… is this a warp zone? I bet it goes somewhere super cool…" Unable to resist temptation, Junior opened the door and stepped inside, only to fall right through the floor- and that was how Junior found Castle Town. = Lancer, meanwhile, was languishing in his boredom. Sure, the jack of spades had ways of entertaining himself, but he wanted to do them with Susie, who was still in school. "How long is this going to TAKE?!" he would shout, every time his splat noises compilation ended and Susie still wasn't there yet. ~ "HEY!" = Lancer sat up and looked down to see a kid who looked like a turtle. Or was that a turtle who looked like a kid? Whatever it was, it was pointing at him. ~ "What is this place?!" Junior demanded, glaring as threateningly as he could at the other kid (which wasn't very threatening at all, even though he didn't realize that). "Castle Town! Are you a Lightner?!" Lancer was thrilled. Something was happening! He didn't have to be bored anymore! ~ Junior had no idea what a Lightner was, but to him it sounded like an insult. "No, I'm a prince! The first son of the GREAT and EVIL King Bowser!!! So don't mess with me, unless you want me and my papa to gang up on you!" ! "You're an evil prince with an eviler dad? I'M an evil prince with an eviler dad!!!" ~ >:0 "No way! Do you wanna go be evil together?!" "Heck yeah!!!" = That was how it started. The pair of prankster princes exchanged names and high fives, running off into Castle Town to carry out their improvised evil plots. Ralsei would be in for a surprise.

Team Green Boys:

In the DTLS au, they are best friends: Louie, with his desire to lay around watching TV instead of going on adventures, proved a perfect match for Oscar, who has a lot of feelings about being made a budding wizard against his will. Also, Louie sympathizes with Oscar about how embarrassing Ozpin and Ozma are as parents, and Oscar gives Louie someone who expects nothing out of him. Until they end up looping their way back into their own adventure by trying to find the truth about Roman Torchwick, that is. When you're a Duck or the current twinned soul of an immortal wizard going through a lengthy divorce, you don't get to decide not to adventure. Adventure happens to you whether you like it or not.

#crossovernonshiptournament #tumblr bracket #bracket poll #tumblr poll #tumblr tournament #crossovers

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primamchorus · 28 days

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers

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Sent in to me by both @disciple-of-frost & @puppycuptho! Thank you!

I'm on mobile, and I'm feeling a bit lazy, so no fancy formatting or my preferred dividers for this. For now, perhaps.

So...five things.

My partner, @blossomblade. We've been together for 14 years with no end in sight. There is literally no one else I'd rather have in my life. We've experienced so much shit together and overcome so much shit together that seeing the rest of my life without him in it is inconceivable to me. You know the meme of "if blah blah has 0 people that love them, I'm dead," or whatever? That's me about my partner.

My cat, Noir. He's mine and my partner's first fur baby. He's twelve years old and just one of the most loving and precious babies. He loves attention, and he's so sweet. He snuggles in my arms sometimes when I'm laying down or sleeping and wants to give us as much love as we've shown him as long as we've had him.

My family. There have been many things I've taken for granted, including people in my family. There are things I could never repay my family for. And sure, maybe it's not an expectation of me, but sometimes I wish I could make their lives easier as they have for me. From getting me the care I required going through cancer, my joint replacements, and all my medical needs, to helping where my partner and I need it where they can provide it has been so amazing for us. All my parents have also fully accepted my partner into our family, no resistance or questions. They're happy that I'm happy with him, and they're happy he's in my life.

My outlets. Art. Whether I'm drawing, writing, making clay figures when I have the materials, or whatever. Creating things makes me happy -- especially when I end up liking what I've made. It's a bumpy road and a process, though I've gotten to a better point of being able to appreciate the things I can create and complete.

My friends. I'm really glad to know a good handful of people that I can happily call my friends. I'm glad to have several of them that immediately spring to mind as I fill this portion out. I've been really heartened to have friends that I can talk to and speak to about whatever. Even share creative things with.

#inbox things #get to know me #thanks!

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grailfinders · 1 year

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Grailfinders #24: Georgios

today on Grailfinders, we’re finally getting back to work on the OG servants with Georgios! dear ol’ Dragons Georg is a Champion, because what else is a cleric with a sword supposed to be? that being said, we do make some pit stops into the Cavalier archetype for a cool horse that will not eat you, as well as the Game Hunter archetype to ruin dragons’ days even more, and the Knight Vigilant archetype to become a vigilant knight.

and yes, I’m still using the “confused with a nature god” excuse to give him some extra stuff to do. if nasu can create an entire servant based on one niche reading of a mythological figure so can I. I will be vindicated when saber Georgios comes out in LB 8.

check out his build breakdown below the cut, or his character sheet over here!

next up: Teach me, Blackbeard-san!

Ancestry & Background

While we will be spicing it up later, Georgios starts out as a bog-standard Human. that gets him a +2 in Wisdom and Constitution, but not a whole lot else at level 1. that being said, he is pretty Versatile, giving him a free first-level general feat like Ride. with this, you can automatically command animals to move while riding them, and they act at the same time you do. you also get situational protection from mental effects when you Keep Up Appearances as a reaction. this doesn’t make you immune to emotional effects, but it does prevent enemies from capitalizing on them.

at level 5, you can Sense Allies. a good tank always knows what their party is doing, otherwise the healer might run off and get himself killed pulling yet another mob group we weren’t ready for and- ahem. sorry. we’ve been playing a lot of FFXIV lately. the important thing is you can always detect when allies are nearby, and finding them while hidden is a lot easier.

at level 9 you become a Hardy Traveler, making it easier to ride around in heavy armor. turns out dragons don’t wait that long to attack.

at level 13 you gain a Stubborn Persistence that helps keep you from getting fatigued by making a flat check to avoid the effect. you still have to get away from whatever’s causing it though, or you’ll have to remake the check every once in a while.

finally, at level 17 you can Bounce Back once per day, preventing you from being wounded after hitting 0 HP. that’s one more chance to get up from being knocked down, which is practically a guts on its own.

George’s real background was a soldier, but we can pick up soldiering skills from anywhere- getting photography lessons at a later level would feel weird. that’s why we’re starting as a Printer. that gives you a boost in Charisma and Wisdom, as well as training in the Society and Scribing Lore skills. you’re also Multilingual, giving you two more languages now, and even more if you level up in society. George is simultaneously Greek, Palestinian, and English, depending on who you ask. a real globe-trotter!

Starting Proficiencies

yeah this part takes so long I’m making a whole new section for it.

Trained: Perception; Religion; Survival; Athletics; [Diplomacy; Medicine]; Reflex saves; Class DC; unarmed, simple, and martial attacks; unarmored, light, medium, and heavy armor

Expert: Fortitude saves, Will saves

Class Levels

1. your Key Ability is Strength, giving you another boost to help haul that big sword around. you also get an Ability Boost in four more stats, like Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, and Charisma.

I’ve heard rumors that they’re planning on removing alignment restrictions for Champions in the next Pathfinder update, but to be honest, being a Paladin still works really well for you. with this, you can Lay on Hands using your devotion points, which are usually one per devotion spell per day, and can be recharged by spending ten minutes doing good deeds. touch someone, and they get healed.

you can also make a Retributive Strike against an enemy who attacks another ally. this grants the ally in question some damage resistance, and you get to make an attack if they’re close enough. you also get trained in Nature for some reason.

following the trend of useless features, you can Shield Block. useful if you have one, but Georgios usually doesn’t carry a shield. maybe he should? might help.

one last feature, your Deity’s Domain grains you a second devotion point and spell. I’d rather just get the Might domain’s second spell right away, but we need to get Athletic Rush first. this spell increases your movement speed and your athletics checks, and as part of the action you use to cast the spell you can stride, leap, climb, or swim. it’s really just helping you be a lot more physical in short bursts. given what you’re fighting, every little bit helps.

2. at level two, you can take the oath to become a Dragonslayer! that means you have to fight evil dragons now, and to help with that you get a +4 bonus to damage against evil dragons when using your retributive strike. again, every bit.

you also hold the Eyes of the City, making it easier to track creatures in villages and towns by listening to local’s stories. I’m sure this can also help you find the perfect photo ops too.

we’re also grabbing the Cavalier archetype this level, giving you an animal companion. you can also pledge yourself to a cause now for bonuses in the archetype later, and given how champions are all about pledging themselves you’ve pretty much done that already.

3. at level three you gain a Divine Ally, a steed who is… also an animal companion with the mount ability. huh. you can’t keep both at the same time, so we’re mostly going to focus on the champion companion.

thankfully, other features like Express Rider can work regardless of the companion you’re partnered with, making it easier to increase your travel speed while riding.

you’re also an expert in Religion now. it’s kind of your thing. that and the dragons, obviously.

4. at level four your Divine Health makes it harder for you to get sick- you get a +1 to all saves against diseases, and your successes are always critical.

you’re also an Experienced Professional, so your photography is never bad enough to keep you from making any money off of it. I know as a man of god you’re not into material possessions, but you’re going to need quite a nest egg to afford a dragonslaying sword.

you also pick up a Cavalier’s Banner, giving all allies within 30’ of your mount a +1 bonus to will saves against fear, at the cost of causing them to be frightened when your banner is destroyed. carrying a flag everywhere is a little unwieldy, but hey it’s more mental debuff resistance.

5. at level five you get an Ability Boost in Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, and Charisma again. more health, more dragonslaying, more spell power. you’re also better at Scribing now, since that’s what we’re using as your photography. everybody needs a hobby.

on top of that, your Weapon Expertise makes you an expert with weapons! everything except advanced weapons are your for the using!

6. at level six you get a Loyal Warhorse, making your champion steed a mature companion, and it can no longer attack you, even if magically compelled to. kind of a specific feature, but given your horse’s unique dietary needs, that’s probably for the best.

you’ve spent enough time studying photography that your Unmistakable Lore makes it easier to recall knowledge about the process, preventing critical failures.

you can also Defend Mount as a reaction, taking the hit for your horse while you’re riding it. that’s kind of the opposite of how this is supposed to go, but you’ll have a lot more defensive buffs by the time this is over to eat damage.

7. speaking of, your new Armor Expertise does what you’d expect, plus you get the armor specialization effects of medium and heavy armor. you can also Pick up the Pace while traveling to hustle more, and you’re a master of Religion.

on last thing- your Weapon Specialization adds an extra 2 damage to all your attacks, and grows as your weapon training does.

8. at level eight you get the Advanced Deity’s Domain devotion spell, giving you a third devotion point each day which you can use to cast Enduring Might. as a reaction, you get resistance to all damage from one attack or effect. this is Bayard’s one attack nullification effect, and it also grows as you level up and also based on your strength.

speaking of defense, you can pray for some sacred defense as an action once an hour! if you succeed, you’ll get some temporary hp- you can also try a harder check for more of it!

if all this protection is getting you down, lets go on the offense with the game hunter dedication! with this, you can target creatures with the hunt prey action if you can see it, hear it, or you’re tracking it down. this gives you a +2 bonus to seek and track it, as well as a bonus to stealth checks! you can also get an extra bonus- if you hit your prey while its flat-footed, it needs to make a constitution save. on a failure, it gets slowed down for up to a minute.

9. that last bit from level 8 uses your class dc, so it’s a good thing your champion expertise just came around to give you expertise in your class dc and divine spells. your divine smite makes creatures you make a retributive strike against take persistent damage too.

your saves get better when you become a juggernaut with lightning reflexes. that’s mastery in fortitude saves, plus more crit succs, and expert for reflex saves.

you’re also an expert with nature now for better riding!

10. level 10’s another ability boost in strength, constitution, wisdom, and charisma! all the stuff you need to slap up a dragon real good. well, most of it. we’re working on it, it’s a long-term goal! on thing that’ll help is your battle prayer, helping you blast an enemy with good or law damage once a day. the damage even triples once you’re legendary in religion.

on the nonmagic side, your steed is now an imposing destrier, turning it into a savage animal companion, plus it gets an action each turn even if you don’t spend time commanding it, letting it attack or move for free!

speaking of movement, your quick positioning helps you get into the thick of things at the start of battle against your prey, letting you step up to two times for free. you’re the one with all the defense buffs, so make sure you’re between your friends and your dragons.

11. at level 11 your alertness gives you expert perception, and your divine will makes you a master of will saves, with more crits to boot! you’re also a master of nature!

you can also exalt your retributive strike, getting the rest of your party in on the hitting stuff action! everybody within 15’ of you can make a melee attack with a -5 penalty as a reaction. just really julius caesar his ass.

you also get an incredible investiture, letting you attune to more magic items. the bones of saints are relics, so you already have like, 200+ magic items on you! congrats!

12. at level 12 you become a Blade of Justice. you can spend two actions to make a special attack against something you’ve seen hurt an innocent person, dealing extra damage against evil creatures, and letting you turn all the damage into good! you can also use all your retributive strike effects on this attack.

as a master of nature, you have Morphic Manipulation, helping you grow a plant through ten minutes of meditation. doing this more than once a day is possible, but it makes you fatigued, and you can’t do it more than twice a day. told you we were bringing back the nature god stuff.

one last thing- you can spend three actions on a Trampling Charge, moving your mount up to its speed and through enemies, dealing damage to everything it passes through, based on the targets’ reflex saves.

13. at level 13 your Armor Mastery gives you mastery… in armor! shocking, I know. you’re also a master in scribing now! and your Weapon Mastery does exactly what you’d think. easy level!

14. at level fourteen, you’re actually expected to fight dragons! at least I assume so, since that’s the level you can finally emit a Wyrmbane Aura, protecting yourself and nearby allies from elemental damage, with extra protection if that damage is from a dragon’s breath.

you can also Quick Mount now, mounting a creature and giving it an order in the same action! dragons move fast, but so do you.

you can also use Double Prey now to mark two enemies at the same time. FGO has three slots in each wave, but if you’re fighting dragons usually one of them is really big and takes up two of those, so it all works out!

15. level fifteen’s Ability Boost bumps your Dexterity, Constitution, Intelligence, and Wisdom. at this point brute strength won’t add too much to your fight, it’s all about survivability. you’re also a Caravan Leader, for more hustle in your bustle while traveling.

your Greater Weapon Specialization adds even more damage to every swing, and we’ll also bump your Athletics up to expert so you can stay on your horse easier.

16. at level 16, Bayard becomes an Auspicious Mount, making it a specialized companion that can be an “Auspice” mount. there are other options, but the feat’s named after it, come on. this gives your mount expertise in Religion, the ability to speak celestial, and increased intelligence and wisdom.

you’ve also been a knight long enough at this point to know some Courtly Graces, letting you use your societal training to make impressions on nobles. given that your society is actually worse than your diplomacy, that may not be a good idea. you look the part though.

speaking of knighthood, you’re now a Knight Vigilant. this increases your proficiency in Religion to Legendary status, and you now provide greater cover to your allies as they stand behind you.

17. more skill buffs! your Champion Mastery improves your spells and class DC, while your Legendary Armor makes you legendary with armor. you’re also legendary in Nature now, to be almost superhuman in your ability to ride creatures. because you are. that’s how servants work.

18. you now exude an Aura of Righteousness, giving you and all allies resistance to evil damage. you now resist evil, elemental damage, and specific attacks, so it’s really hard for a dragon to actually fight you and leave a scratch.

you’re so religious, you can receive Divine Guidance by spending 10 minutes reading the bible. you make a religion check of the DM’s choice of DC, and you can get a hint on how to move forward.

you can also Keep up the Good Fight once an hour. if you’d drop to 0 HP without dying, you can react to stay a 1 HP with some temporary HP to boot, and you become wounded. unless you bounce back. now this is a guts. and it’s also like 90% of the reason we grabbed Knight Vigilant anyway.

19. at level 19 we go entirely off script thanks to your Fey Life. we’re about to go through faerie britain, so you’re bound to save at least one fey, right? your nearby surroundings are now super vibrant at all times, which would mostly be flavor if not for your photography hobby. you can also summon fey once a day, but that’s not why we’re here.

the first time you die past this point, you come back to life, becoming part fey. now this is the gutsiest guts we could guts. I mean get. I know Georgios is more know for being used as solo fodder, but all that means is he’s great at dying and coming back!

this is great, but it comes with a cost- the second time you die, and each time after, you become completely fey, and no longer care about the material world, essentially turning you into an NPC. this can be reversed with a three-day ritual, but the third and subsequent times would require something like the wish spell to be fixed.

you also gain the Hero’s Defiance devotion spell, letting you heal yourself as a free action right before you would drop to 0 HP, so hopefully you won’t die that often. plus, you’re better at athletics again.

20. for your final level, you get an Ability Boost for Strength, Constitution, Intelligence, and Wisdom. you also become a Sacred Defender, giving you a further 10 resistance to physical damage caused by evil or dragon creatures, and you’re immune to critical hits.

furthermore, you can now Influence Nature over the course of 10 minutes, trying a nature check to affect the behavior of animals in the area, like setting up natural alarms via songbird, or making hunting for food a lot easier.

finally, you can gain Lead the Way, spending two actions to guide an ally through danger. your movement will still trigger reactions, but theirs won’t. it’s rough, but that’s kind of the job you signed up for.

Pros & Cons

Pros:

you are really, really, really hard to kill. you have resistance to almost anything a dragon can throw at you, which means you have resistances to almost everything. add onto that your solid health pool, high AC, self-healing, and ability to further block up attacks as a reaction, and you won’t go down easily. and then you’ll get right back up with one of your three or four abilities that just lets you ignore being knocked out. and then you’ll get back up with your “say no to death” card.

all that tankitude is great for taking hits for the team. you block up line of sight against enemies, you have some powerful counterattacks to encourage enemies focus on you, and you can help your team move around while only making yourself a valid target.

for a guy in plate mail you’re so goddamn fast it isn’t funny. not in combat, of course, but being able to cut down on travel time is fantastic in games that care about that sort of thing. travel speed can mean the difference between getting ambushed and setting an ambush yourself.

Cons:

you need your reaction ready simultaneously to heal yourself, counterattack, and block damage. obviously, you can’t do all those at once. this means that if anything, you’re thinking more when it’s not your turn than when it is, and that’s a weird playstyle to get used to. guess it’s par for the course for defensive types.

that “no death for me thanks” card from earlier comes with a major drawback in trading one death for a later, very permanent one. while your defenses are fantastic, you also have to take into account how much hate you’re focusing on yourself.

final downside: the horse can’t come with you everywhere. I know I haven’t brought up Bayard too much in terms of combat effectiveness, but Pathfinder is a lot better than D&D when it comes to horse survivability, and both increasing your own movement speed and getting all the horse-exclusive features from Cavalier is a nice bonus. unfortunately, Bayard is both large and an animal, so there’s plenty of spaces you simply can’t take him.

#fgo #fate grand order #pathfinder #pf2e #georgios #champion #knight vigilant #game hunter #cavalier

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angelsdean · 1 year

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Ahh thank you!! it's not done and I do have a bigger plans for it, but I don't have any SPN friends so idk if it's good at all or just plain dumb *0* I hope you like it <3

Summer sits on baited breath, one exhale from spilling over. The dandelions have all but flown away, save for a few stubborn patches that sporadically dot the field. The air smells damp with anticipated rain, the dark clouds over the mountains crawling closer and closer.

He can still taste sweet honey and orange on his lips, the remnants of breakfast swapped kisses and warm wandering tongues. Castiel’s fingers are sticky when they brush lightly against the inside of his wrist, and Dean resists the temptation to lick them clean. Thunder rolls in the distance.

“We should go before the storm reaches us.”

“Afraid of getting a little wet?”

Castiel raises a dark brow at the question and a shiver runs down Dean’s spine. He licks his honey wet lips and grins at the sharp glint in those baby blues. Anticipation is sweet and curling under his ribs.

“Ah…” it’s nothing more than a hum. “I see.”

Broad hands cup Dean’s jaw as Cas rolls them over in one smooth motion. Dean’s back hits the ground as the first crack of thunder rumbles overhead. Castiel’s tongue is hot in his mouth and he sighs into it, delighting in the citrus spice of sweet oranges and grace.

Wrappers from their makeshift picnic crinkle by his head and he can feel the blanket they’re laying on twist until his back is half on the hard dirt beneath them. He’ll regret this tomorrow, the aches of movement meant for a younger age, but for now he basks in the pleasure-pain of being recklessly in love.

“Fuck, Cas,” he breaks away with a gasp, unable to catch his breath when Castiel immediately turns his attention to the hollow of Dean’s throat, mouth open and wet as he sucks a bruising kiss into his skin. He trails down to his collarbone, stretching the hem of Dean’s shirt to create more room for his ministrations.

He’s leaving visible marks, a possessiveness that Castiel will vehemently deny, and Dean relishes in the feeling of being wanted. He feels so selfish these days, letting himself be loved so endlessly.

It’s overwhelming, sometimes, the power he knows he holds over Castiel. The power Cas holds over him. They have defied every celestial plane of existence to find each other, to remain together, and it’s terrifying in its enormity.

“You think too much,” Cas breathes heavily and damp against his skin. He slides a hand under Dean’s shirt, the pads of his fingers sweeping gently over a nipple before circling loosely around his throat.

Dean hums a partial acknowledgement and blinks his eyes open, watching in a daze as vibrant green leaves sway above their heads against the graying sky. Thunder rumbles again, and Castiel’s grip on Dean tightens, tethering him to his body. There is quiet strength behind Cas’s grip, and Dean is dizzy with the knowledge of how easily he could crush his windpipe.

“Dean,” Castiel’s voice is ragged as the hand around his throat slides up, his thumb pressing against Dean’s bottom lip. Dean doesn’t hesitate sucking the digit into his mouth, finally giving into the temptation to lick it clean, syrupy nectar bursting to life on his tongue. Once it’s sufficiently clean, he tilts his head to find the rest of Cas’s fingers, eagerly sliding them between his lips. When he glances up Castiel is watching with unrestrained desire.

Dean can’t help the way his mouth curves into a smug grin when Castiel’s face flushes darker, his pupils blown so wide his eyes match the stormy sky above. Their bodies are pressed tightly together, and Castiel’s hips make an abortive jerk before he’s pulling away entirely, his fingers leaving Dean’s lips with a wet pop.

“I would have you on this field,” Castiel pants, his voice nothing more than flint on steel, “right here, right now, if not for -” Thunder cracks immediately over head, the ground shaking with the force, and in Dean’s periphery he sees the afterimage of lightning

“Not for that, yeah,” Dean finishes for Cas with a grin. “S’quite the story though, getting struck by lightning while having sex. D’you think that’d make your orgasm better?”

“No, I think it’d kill you,” Castiel shakes his head, his tone fondly exasperated as he sits back on his heels. He glances at the sky then back at Dean with a decisive nod and pushes to his feet as the first drops of rain begin to fall. Dean grabs the hand that’s offered to him, and is half pulled to his feet beside Cas.

“You’re no fun,” Dean sighs, shooing Castiel off the blanket so he can roll everything up before it gets soaked. He catches Cas trying to hide a pout and grins despite himself. “Okay, you’re kinda fun.”

omggg i love this !! beautiful descriptions and imagery<3 i love their dynamic in this too, flirty and fun and so so loving. it's also abt to rain here rn so this excerpt fits the vibe so well. thank you for sharing this with me! and feel free to share more in the future if you'd like, or send me a link if you post more somewhere<3

#replies #ficlets

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electricaddict · 2 years

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Hawks x Y/N

I DECIDED TO TURN THIS INTO A HAWKS FIC BECAUSE OH GEEEEZUS THE ANGST IS STRONG WITH THIS ONE I’M SORRY BUT I’M IN TEARS PLEASE ENJOY

Summary: You got kidnapped bc Hawks was a traitor Agnst >:)

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The sight alone almost broke him. Seeing you tied up like that in the back room of the warehouse was stomach-wrenching. He never thought of you treated as anything less than a fragile doll. Your broken skin brought tears to his eyes while he walked towards your limp body. Tremors shot through his hands when he reached out towards you. The breathing from his chest was subtle barely visible but ached in his ribcage while he confronted your unmoved figure. He couldn't handle himself if your pulse were gone. Leaving this place with an occupied body bag is not what he had imagined for this mission at all. The radio on his belt was calling into the empty room but his ears were ringing too much to notice his teammates were calling to him.

Your bruised wrists clung to the metal of the handcuffs against the wall. Breaths barely moved your chest, each one you took seemed to linger longer for each second you lay there. Your lids resisted to stay open but your last remaining bit of consciousness was pushing against the urge to give in. When you heard the opening of the door, you used the last remaining strength her body could muster together to keep your eyes open and alert as you pressed your almost bare body against the wall, with your vision too blurry to realize who was in front of you. “Hey, hey, hey, its me, I’m here, I’ve got you y/n. I’m here”

Your raspy voice almost whined at him, “Keigo... where did you go?” He could hear your voice rasping at the brink of dry tears. “You left me you left me there to get caught where did you-” “I was with Dabi.” He cut off your rambles while looking down, continuing to work at your restraints and covering you with his jacket, trying his best to keep himself thinking about getting you out of the headquarters of the League. “You were, what?” Your eyes fluttered closed almost losing consciousness when his words began to process in your head. “Kei- are you? You’re not working with them are you?”

“I’m not anymore. Not after this.”

#bnha x reader #hawks x y/n #hawksbnha #hawks x you #hawks angst

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aesopsbaby · 2 years

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yandere Trickster x Reader x Yandere Meztli 😍😍

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: Trickster (@boiling-potato OC) | Meztli (My OC)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You made the terrible mistake of walking in on one of their arguments. Now you have their attention.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I kinda made this so it's just Trickster and Meztli fighting for darling, if that's alright ^^ ! And it's in the form of headcanons since I'm not sure if you wanted it in storyform or not,,, ALSO IM SORRY IF TRICKSTER HERE IS OOC <\33 I felt like I didn't do her justice-- :,0

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Yandere Themes, use of profanities, sadistic tendencies(but there are caring scenes <3), killing scene(like at the front), darling having injuries inflicted onto them, sadistic killers simping over you--, kidnapping, possessiveness + obsession, manipulation, use of threats (receiving)

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: I'm better than you!

Maybe if you hadn't walked pass that murder spree. Maybe if you had listened to your guts and just turned the other way instead of walking by that alleyway just because you had your curiosity piqued when you heard a scream.

Maybe then you wouldn't have made eye contact with .. them.

You didn't even managed to catch a glimpse of how they look,...which now you think about it,,,was kind of a stupid move.. You should've at least seen how they had looked like so that you could've reported it.. damn it..

Did you think you were slick? That they hadn't seen how you moved instantly to hide behind the wall? Oh how cute!

Trickster had been taking her time to savour the death of her victim when Meztli came in to take ahold of the victim infront of her, smirking as he watches her glare at him.

The victim trembled as Meztli held their arm tightly, taunting Trickster with them before finally ending their life with a quick slash to the throat, a loud and shrill scream before they started to gurgle and choke on their blood to which Meztli scoffed and gave a look a disgust before dropping the body.

You cursed yourself for being so damn curious to have came over upon hearing the scream.

You ran, of course, any sane human beind would run for their lives after hearing and seeing that scene.

Oh but terribly clueless you were that you hadn't even thought of the possibility of the two killers seeing you.

Trickster would be the first to find you, coming up to you with a warm and cheery smile.

Her cheerful and bubbly attitude was the one that drew you in. How could you resist it when she had asked to be friends??

She would be extremely sweet with you!

Showering you in constant compliments and hugs. Always there to cheer you up <3

"They're really adorable, y'know? It's so funny that they don't even know who I am!"

She talks about darling to the milkshake house members. However, making it sure that they are never to lay a hand on them.

"If I catch anyone trying to take what's mine, I will not hesitate to stab your hearts out, got me?"

Then Meztli comes in-

Finding you walking down the street, making eye contact with him and even giving him a smile??

Immediately changes his plan to kill you. Now he wants you. Wants to know why you make him feel so weird inside. Why is it that he doesn't want to kill you??

Follows you around but doesn't make himself seen. He lays little notes around to let you know that he's watching, he likes seeing you get scared and how you run off quickly when he makes a sound behind you.

Then his actions gets even bolder, he starts to break into your house and steal your stuff,leaving letters with undistinguisable red stain at the bottom of the paper.

Both of them eventually bumps into each other when they're both planning to kidnap you and they both sort of look at each other like ???

"I found them first Meztli, so you can fuck off."

"Wow would you look at that? I don't care!"

Fights over you constantly. Meztli was the one who knocked you out even though Trickster was probably against that idea of hurting you-

Trickster cares more for darling while Meztli just likes to toy and scare them.

Trickster would probably love this though since darling is more prone to being close to her, always rushing to her or cowering behind her to hide from Meztli.

"Oh sweet thing~ I'll never hurt you!"

"You trust me, right sweetheart? You know I'll never do anything that'll harm you, you know this!"

Meztli doesn't care all that much about darling's well-being if I'm gonna be honest-- He sees them more of an object than a human being.

Yeah he cares for them but,,,he tends to be extremely rough and aggressive with them too.

He'll defend darling from danger; "Only I get to hurt you. If anyone else touches you, I'll rip off their fingertips."

Trickster feels like the type to carve her initials into a part of your body as a reminder to you of what she's capable of and to also show everyone who you belong to. (And to also spite Meztli that she got to them first)

"You love me, right sweetheart?"

Darling can forget about ever escaping because it's either they are unable to or,,,well the consequences are,,, let's just say really painful and it's only painful for darling.

"I'll give you two choices, amour. Either I break your fingers, or your legs. Choose one."

"Oh come on..don't go crying now! You brought this upon yourself.. Ah..you're really starting to get on my nerves.."

Crying only worsens your situation because it's always a 50/50 with Meztli. Either he gets annoyed and just does whatever pain he wants to inflict onto you. Or well, he finds joy in your crying, he thinks it's adorable how desperate you are that you think crying and begging will help you <3

"Cry harder darling, I love it."

Meztli caresses your face as he wipes the tears away tenderly, cooing at you while you're in agonising pain from the injuries he had just done,,,

"You're so pretty even when you're crying.."

These are mainly the,,, well--the red flags version-

#MootsOCs #MootsOCs x Reader #ForMoots #Trickster x Reader #Trickster #AesopeOCs #Meztli #Meztli x Reader #Yandere Meztli #Yandere Trickster #FFO

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currentlyprocrastinating · 2 years

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The hot chocolate piece you wrote for Pilot/Saeran made me curious about their dynamic, so I'd like to ask 4, 5 and 7 for them!

(also the donuts omg 😭 where I live they're not very popular but I see them online all the time and they look so good!!!)

jakvdjsha that is WILD to imagine ;0; hopefully u get to try those donuts one day!! just. dont get them from Krispy Kreme 💀 everyone says im crazy for not liking them but they are literally so overrated LOL

Pre-relationship 4 — Who felt romantic feelings first?

Pre-relationship 5 — Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Pre-relationship 7 — What would their lives be like if they had never met?

Pre-relationship 4:

Saeran. Without a doubt. Even when he thought Pilot and Squirrel were like Ray and Saeran, he still considered that, in a way, an "extension" of the girl he loves. And that didn't change when the nature of Pilot's relation to Squirrel was finally explained in a way that he could comprehend. (The concept is a bit abstract.)

I'll explain a bit about Pilot here. There's different versions of her for different scenarios. Pilot is Squirrel's agent name, and as it became more and more clear that Pilot had a large presence during Squirrel's agent work, Pilot adopted the name, thus giving her something of an identity. This was only to benefit Squirrel. Pilot is quite literally an advanced form of compartmentalization, brought about as "side-effect" of the nature of their powers. And now that Squirrel was taking on regular, mind-bending tasks, that more distinct separation became necessary.

All that to say that both Squirrel and Pilot are sort of "in the driver's seat" during her work. It's usually Squirrel just letting a different, more eccentric and carefree side of hers show, and Pilot hovering over her shoulder as back-up to absorb mental blows and establish a presence — so that Squirrel can call this different in what she presents "Pilot."

There's also the Pilot that emerges when Squirrel needs to "recalibrate." She usually lays on the floor, on her back, and just lets herself drift away a bit. Squirrel can still see and hear everything that happens, but Pilot is the one now sorting through their thoughts — letting Squirrel let go for a bit to, well, "reset" herself and feel better/reenergize/regain confidence/etc. That Pilot usually pulls out that "eccentric" persona, heard since she talks out loud to sort things out. She's interacted with Saeran that way at least once. (In fact, as of right now, I have that scene written and it's his first introduction to Pilot; something that Squirrel wasn't thrilled about but had no control over. This might change in the future, though.)

And finally, there's the true Pilot. The Pilot that comes out in those rare times that Squirrel gets triggered so badly she just shuts down. Or when she's so stressed, or panicked, or in any sort of extreme or overwhelming emotional distress, and she can't deal with it — so she pushes Pilot to the front, because Pilot can deal with these thoughts, and Pilot will protect her, and Pilot is... is a stone wall. In more ways than just a tough shield lmao.

Pilot carries some aspects of Squirrel; Squirrel carries all aspects of Pilot. Pilot is so different, though, because of what she lacks and because of her role. She didn't, at first, truly share Squirrel's love for Saeran — because that wasn't exactly an emotion that caused legitimate problems for Squirrel's health, nor was it an emotion that she required to complete her role.

She did, however, have a sliver of Squirrel's visual/aesthetic attraction towards Saeran. Because, all wrapped up together, every single category of Squirrel's feelings towards him that ultimately turned into this full, whole-hearted, complex idea called love — it did get overwhelming for her at times. A good sort of overwhelming, but nevertheless.

So, Pilot could recognize the aesthetic appeal of Saeran to their mind, but she ignored it once she could see it wasn't a problem. Pilot is... sort of... robotic? In the way her part of the mind functions and the way she makes decisions and such. I mean, she's quite literally, too, the only part of Squirrel that can be called "fully alien."

Over time, more and more of Squirrel's feelings for Saeran began to seep into Pilot (Squirrel likes to think, although it's "grossly cheesy," that it's because she wants all of her to love him. She's probably right). Which eventually results in Pilot having this very obvious "crush" on Saeran — one she tries to ignore. (Once, she even scolded Squirrel for "contaminating her with an emotion she's not responsible for." Squirrel cheekily responded that love can turn people dangerous — wouldn't it be best if Pilot knew how to protect both it and Squirrel in such context? Not that Squirrel truly has any control over this happening.)

Sidebar: As mentioned in Hot Chocolate, Pilot doesn't mind "doing the things Saeran and Squirrel do" (i.e. kissing) but there's really no point to it since there's no real emotion behind it on Pilot's end; she's just mimicking behavior. This gradually changes as more of Squirrel's emotion slowly infiltrates her.

Pre-relationship 5:

I kind of touched on this in the prior ramble (lmao, sorry), but yes! Pilot ignores it as much as she can. Saeran is very respectful (if not also cautious) with her. She's a little unpredictable and doesn't always respond in ways that could be deemed "normal."

To a degree, Saeran resisted internally as well! When it became clear that Pilot didn't feel the way Squirrel did, he wasn't sure if it was okay for him to love her so much (he didn't want to make her uncomfortable). Although he was still very kind to Pilot, he tried to suppress any indications of his romantic feelings for her. This didn't last very long, though, as Squirrel took notice (she shares memories with Pilot, even if she's not consciously present for the occasion) and brought it up, telling him it was okay to feel that way for Pilot, too. :)

Pre-relationship 7:

This is a bit of a tough one to answer with just Pilot? But I found a way to interpret it: if Squirrel never shared Pilot with him. Well, it would be hard to hide sometimes, and it would mean this icky feeling of secrecy and disingenuity(?), as well as guilt on Squirrel's end. Ultimately, it would be a disaster of a horrible lack of communication, and although it would be possible for them to stay together and work things out when everything blew up, it's slightly more possible that Squirrel would feel too guilty, like there's something seriously wrong with her mental state (b/c this wouldn't be very like her at all), and she'd at least suggest leaving him so he can find someone better than her.

...M,my heart aches now ㅠㅠ

But!! If you mean straight-up, Squirrel and Saeran...! Well, as I'm sure you can imagine, that's also angsty :'D

We all know how it goes for Saeran. Another extra year of torment from Rika and Mint Eye, and then Deep/Common Route.

Squirrel wouldn't be miserable, but she would probably struggle sometimes with the relative consistency in her life. And she does want a boyfriend — an eventual life-partner — and yet, the nature of her job would make it difficult. She wouldn't have as great of a support group, because her other friends, while close, don't have that same, seemingly unbreakable "family" bond that the RFA has.

Living alone with her two cats, running a podcast with her friends, failing to find someone she likes enough to date, dealing with the mental struggles of her work nearly on her own, as she steps into her second year of work...

...but then maybe, one day, a year later, she gets a sudden notification from a mysterious app, a mysterious guy... and when she's standing before the door with the number lock, and she tries — too late — to back out of this, she finds herself face-to-covered-face with a dangerously handsome stranger. [cue "assistant?" au—]

LOL but fr, Saeran would for sure have it worse. Squirrel would have some struggles of her own — maybe at some point quit working as an agent, or go part-time for her mental health — but she would survive life.

Maybe even start working part-time at a late night café, where she meets a quiet, blank-faced, and unendingly cute redhead with stunning mint blue eyes...

...I have too many AUs hehehe ^o^

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sparrow-orion-writes · 1 year

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And then another short but sweet one “someone likes being pinned down” for AriTune? :0

(Could also go with Ana and Lucia here, if you're feeling some lesbians, there isn't nearly enough writing for them XD)

~ M <3

How about both?

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Ari/Tune

She's not all that strong, as children they were more on par with eac other, but Ari tends to throw his weight around - and he has a lot of it. However, she is fast, and very aware that his stamina is not what it used to be. It's also clearly not her first rodeo with the way she gives him the run around. His heart thunders and his blood roars as she grips his wrist and slips beneath his arm, landing her foot hard against the back of his knee. He's never complaining about his knees in her presence again. Ari looks up at her with a hand up, calling time out from his posiion down on one knee. Neptune grins at him, running her hand gently beneath his chin. "I think I like you on your knees," she hums. "You would," his dry tone is tinted with a smile, looking up at her with eyes that seem to shine with adoration. Neptune only grins her sharp grin, pushing the loose sweat-soaked curls back out of her eyes in a futile manner. "You ready?" He isn't, but his heart flutters as he ducks to the side to miss a well placed kick. "Cheater." "You love it," her foot comes down on his shoulder, leaving him to fall back to avoid crushing his own legs. "I do." Neptune stands over him, before straddling his hips. She moves slowly, fingers drifting over the knife on her thigh. He doesn't resist, tilting his neck back as she flicks the catch off and the knife open. Suddenly, he's very much at her mercy, back flat against the floor and knife against the bare skin of his neck. He sucks in a shaky breath, heat rising up his cheeks as his heartrate flutters. "Oh, would you look at that, someone likes being pinned down." Ari's eyelids flutter open, barely, and he'd roll his eyes if he wasn't focused on how hot his body feels. "Weren't we supposed to be training?" He whispers. Neptune leans down to kiss him gently, before placing the knife to the side. "I think I won, dear."

AnaLucia

One. Two. Three. Ana's breath comes out in quick and unsteady pants as her hair sticks, plastered with sweat to her reddened, puffy face. Her lungs screamed for a break, but she has never been one not to test her own boundaries. Lucia is not a fighter, her training is not to the level of Ana's, which makes her perhaps more of an adversary. She reacts quickly, her analytical brain running quicker than her reaction times can often handle. She blocks, dodges and moves like lightning, back, forth, to the side. One. Two. Three. But Ana is physically stronger, and Lucia slips easily onto the defence. Ana steps back and lets her throw a punch, but she ducks down and out of the way, twisting to kick Lucia's feet from underneath her. The next thing Lucia sees from where she lays sprawled on the floor, is her wife, looking out of breath and triumphant as she holds her down against the floor. Sweat permeated her clothes to the floor beneath her, as her already thundering heartrate shuddered at the sensation of being pinned to the ground. Ana's eyebrows furrow as her smile turns confused "...someone likes being pinned down," she laughs quietly, a little nervously. Lucia shrugs her shoulders in the minute movement that she can manage. "Only by you," she whispers.

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kat-and-their-cats · 3 years

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How Is This Place Worse Than Australia?

Chapter 1: Welcome to UA, Here’s A Quirk Assessment Test, Have Fun With That!

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Chapters: 0, 1

"What did you want to talk to me about?” I politely question the mammalian principle, who continues to sip his tea thinking for a moment before putting it down on the small coffee table between us.

“I was wondering how Eraserhead got you to agree to teach here, after all you are known for being one of the busiest heroes in the world, you work 19 hours a day almost every day of the year and offer to work on overseas cases in your free time.” He stated as I took a sip from my teacup.

“He called in a debt that I owed him from when he saved my life a couple of years ago, I cleared some of my schedule and switched my cases in Australia for the Japanese cases that I was working on prior and here I am.” I tell Nedzu, who looks at me with his intelligent eyes which seem to be looking into my soul.

“So, he didn’t mention the whispers of an attack at UA then guilt trip you here using the debt as a secondary reason, his persuasive skills need improving then.” Not looking into my soul then, just reading my body language to get the data that he was looking for.

“Well, he did that too, but I didn’t think that you would appreciate knowing that one of your more senior staff was looking down at the school’s security and the student safety protocol. Also, you seem to be getting rusty, he mentioned that you were letting All Might teach here and the only teaching position that had constant free lessons when he was teaching was International Studies. So, I’m here to make sure that All Might doesn’t do anything too stupid because he is underqualified for teaching. If you don’t mind it's 20 minutes until class starts and I want to talk to Eraserhead before he starts his first lesson,” I say as I stand up and walk to the door before bowing respectfully to Nedzu, grabbing the class notes and putting them into my book bag before leaving his office to hunt down Aizawa.

I caught up with Aizawa 10 minutes before class started in the staff room. He was laying under his desk in his sleeping bag looking over some notes from what I can assume is either a case file or his class files. I sat down on his office chair that was pulled out from under his desk, lowering it so that I could sit comfortably while talking to his caterpillar self. “Which training ground are you going to use for their quirk assessment?” I asked, looking into his eyes as he shifted his gaze away from the papers.

“P.E. Training Grounds, do you want to act as a student for it? It would give them a comparison with what someone their age can do with a bit of training once we reveal it.” I shake my head in response.

“I’d rather blend in with the class but analyse their quirks instead.”

“Well, you better get on your way then or else I’m going to have to lecture you for being late,” Aizawa snarks as he slides out from under his desk looking over at the clock that reads 8:23, two minutes until homegroup starts. I quickly walked out of the homeroom towards class 1-A which was thankfully just around the corner managing to slip past three students who were talking in the doorway. I walked to the lonely desk at the back of the room that I can assume Nedzu or Aizawa had placed there for this exact reason. The table was placed in the middle at the back of the room between a tall brown-haired student and a student with red and white hair and a scar who I can only assume to be Endeavour's son, Todoroki Shouto.

I placed my book bag on the ground next to the table resisting the urge to take out the class file that I was given in Nedzu’s office to discover the names and quirks of the students in this class. Instead, I looked across the room seeing that the conversation that the three were having in the doorway had come to a halt as Aizawa was lying on the ground in the doorway still in his bright yellow sleeping bag.

“Welcome to UA’s hero course. It took eight seconds for you all to shut up, that's not going to work, rational students would understand that. Hello, I’m Shouta Aizawa, your teacher. Right let's get to it, put these on and head outside.” He instructed the class pausing between sentences to look over the classroom making eye contact with me. The class walked hurriedly to the front and grabbed their P.E. uniforms before heading to the changing rooms, I was slightly thankful that nobody had noticed or commented on me not wearing the proper uniform, considering that I was only wearing the uniform dress pants and a white button up shirt.

Once in the changing rooms I realised that changing might be an issue, my scars would be an obvious signal that I wasn’t a regular student, so I used my shadow to create a thin layer over my skin in areas with lots of scars while I slipped off my shirt and into the P.E. uniform. It attracted a bit of attention but was easy to wave off as part of my quirk. I was changed quickly and hurried out onto the P.E. grounds for the quirk assessment, I got there as Aizawa walked out of the building, he looked me over giving me a slight nod as some other students started to slowly finish changing and headed over to where we were, he subtly gestured to a notebook sitting open in the shadows of the building with a pen lying next to it. I looked over at it using my quirk to lift the pen resting it on the page, prepared to take notes on the students' quirks and what I think that they could do to improve control over them. Slowly the rest of the class approached the group, and I could tell that Aizawa thought that they took too long changing.

Once Aizawa had scolded class 1A for taking so long he began to introduce the quirk assessment. Aizawa informed the class that it was like their usual school physical assessments in P.E., but they were allowed to use their quirk to assist them in any way that they can think of. He then got an angry blonde student with an explosion quirk to toss the ball as far as he could using his quirk, the ball flew 705.2 metres as shown by Aizawa’s phone.

The class went through the quirk assessment with only a few weird looks as to why I wasn’t joining in that I brushed off, focusing on analysing their quirks noting that a green haired otherwise plain looking boy wasn’t using a quirk seeming to struggle, a bit anxiety getting the better of him. I noticed Aizawa looking critically at him, seemingly judging his worth and possibly considering expelling him. I looked directly at Aizawa, getting his attention and shook my head at him. Aizawa was too far away to hear it, but the green haired boy was analysing his classmates' quirks with the same quality as a trained analyst while doing the assessment, probably as a nervous reaction.

When the class went back to do the ball toss Aizawa singled out the green haired boy, Midoriya, about how he was planning to use his self-destructive quirk recklessly after cancelling his quirk. Midoriya looked taken aback by what Aizawa had said for a second before nodding to himself grabbing the ball and throwing it, I could see that he was going to try something and that his quirk was either new or he hadn’t had the ability to train it by how he pushed all of the power that it generated into and out through his finger to propel the ball 705.3 metres. The finger was purple and obviously broken from the amount of force that was pushed through it.

He turned to Aizawa and said something while I was focusing on the reaction of a blonde-haired student who yelled at Midoriya while he threw the ball. He moved towards Midoriya aggressively, explosions bursting forwards from his palms as I wrapped a shadow around his ankle and Aizawa erased his quirk. I released his ankle as Aizawa wrapped him in his capture weapon and pulled him towards him staring into Bakugou’s eyes as he scolded him for attempting to attack a classmate.

Once Aizawa had put Bakugou down he turned to the screen and displayed the results. They were just about what I expected with the recommendation students ahead of the class and Midoriya who hadn’t used his quirk until the ball toss in last place.

“Are you going to expel any of them, they all show some potential though I don’t like how Mineta looks at the girls?”

“No, I’ll have a conversation with Mineta if anyone complains or you notice him acting on his impulses.”

The class turned towards me and Aizawa, Midoriya looking clearly put out expecting Aizawa to follow through on his earlier plan of expulsion. “I am not going to expel any of you, it was a logical ruse.” Midoriya relaxed and some of the students started to grumble about being tricked when a recommendation student, Momo began talking.

“I thought everyone knew that it was a trick to get us to do our best, nobody would approve of a student getting expelled on the first day of classes.” I sighed clearly, even the recommendation students don’t know how free UA’s teachers really are with their teaching, especially Aizawa.

“Actually, Aizawa has a history of expelling students including several first day expulsions. In fact just last year he had expelled his entire first year class in the first week of school and he has the highest overall expulsion number in the whole school despite being a relatively new teacher. If you don’t meet his standards, you won’t last long in this class, especially if you don’t show that you can or want to improve and become the best that you can.” Class 1A looked at me in shock as Aizawa sighed, shaking his head at my antics.

“Yes, I do have the highest number of expulsions of the teachers, but you all showed that you are interested in trying your best and improving your skills, hopefully both with and without the use of your quirks. Anyway, get changed out of your P.E. uniforms and head back to the classroom where I will run you through the curriculum, teaching staff, rules and expectations of being a UA student and especially one of my students.” I turned and headed to the changerooms as he finished his sentence followed a few moments after by Momo the other girls.

I entered Class 1A after changing out of the P.E. uniform. Aizawa wasn’t in the class yet, most likely getting the class's time table and curriculum guides from his desk in the staff room. I wandered back over to the desk at the back of the classroom leaning back in the chair and staring up at the ceiling as the rest of the class filtered into the room with Aizawa following shortly after calling me over to hand out the curriculum guide as he ran through the main subjects for the first-year hero course on the board. After giving everyone their timetables and curriculum guide, I sat down at the back of the class and pulled out a different notebook than the one that I had used for analysis earlier and started to make a lesson plan for the following day’s international heroics lesson.

I focused back onto what was being said as Aizawa was explaining the optional classes for 2nd and 3rd years and that while they had to be completed before graduation you could choose what year you did them in, these classes included international heroics, underground heroics, support heroics and forming a hero agency. Aizawa then faced the class and with the most tired of life expression asked, “Are there any questions about how things will be running this year?”

Immediately several hands shot up across the classroom. Aizawa’s eyes slid across them looking to see who he should ask first, most likely trying to identify the more responsible students. Finally he gestures for Iida to ask his question. “Didn’t you say there are only 20 students per class, and why aren’t you strictly enforcing the uniform policy, there are several people in the room not wearing their uniforms correctly?”

“There are 20 students in the class, the table at the back of the room is for the international heroics teacher when they supervise All Might’s foundational heroics lessons as he is yet to get his full teaching license, in fact they have been sitting in here the whole time as they don’t have anything better to do today. As for not enforcing the uniform policy, the ties are optional and as the years go on less and less people wear them.”

“What, are you not going to introduce me to the class Aizawa? That's a bit rude isn’t it.”

“Class 1A this is the international heroics teacher, Jonni Mohanjot more commonly known as the Australian vigilante Midnight Hunter or the Pro Hero Eclipse, if there are any more questions about them, please direct it their way otherwise. Put your hands up for questions about the class work.” There was silence and nobody put their hand up to ask a question.

“Then feel free to use this time to get to know each other. Just keep the noise down, only wake me up if there is an emergency.” As soon as Aizawa crawled back into his sleeping bag, he slid under the table and seemed to go to sleep.

The class paused, seemingly processing what Aizawa had said. I started to gather my stuff before people got up and started to move around the room. I headed towards the staff room hoping to find All Might and run through the lesson plan for the first foundational heroics lesson. Upon entering the staff room, I noticed All Might wasn’t there despite having a free period. Assuming that he was out on patrol I put my analysis notebook on Aizawa’s desk and sat down at my desk to finish my international heroics lesson plan hoping to catch All Might in the staff room before his first year heroics lesson tomorrow.

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skvaderarts · 2 years

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Petrichor Chapter 26 Procured

Chapter 26: Procured

Note: This was a fun little chapter to write. It put a smile on my face when I was working on it at 2:00 in the morning lol! Hope you guys enjoy it. Let me know if you've been liking this little backstory between Vergil and V's mom. I hope it hasn't been dragging on too long smh!

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A few months later…

The early morning hours had proven to be miraculously cold, even by the standards of early to mid to December. A freezing wind had settled in and the grass crunched underfoot as ice crystals caused it to freeze solid, a sure-fire indication that winter was well and truly here.

Along all of the street decorations, lights wrapped around posts and trees and ribbons hung between buildings. It seems that the holiday season had arrived, something he gave little thought to considering his solitude, but he did briefly recall making crafts for winter window decorations and the like during his childhood, something that he had always been rather excited about because it meant that he got to sit down and do something intricate with his hands for once. And that was to say nothing of how happy it always made his mother to get a chance to hang them around the home, even if the irony of decorating for this kind of holiday while having a family that consisted mostly of demon creatures was probably not lost on her. She had just wanted them to have a mostly normal childhood, something he only realized more as he got older.

Vergil had been spending a considerable amount of money on lodgings for the last little while now, his demonic resistances to temperature quite useful but not totally infallible. And although he enjoyed cold weather, he couldn't say that he enjoyed hypothermia. It had regularly dipped well below 0° in the last few days, and so he had taken refuge at a nearby motel, the standards of which were not to his liking but were better than being outside. Just barely. At least breakfast had been included if you could call that disgusting slop that they served food. But he'd had worse. Much worse.

As he walked up the street having returned from a local archive that he slipped through the window of the night before to peruse some of their records, he found himself taking silent note of the fact that many people were walking around in winter coats and drinking warm drinks. He himself was dressed the same as he always was, something he imagined would be quite strange to other people if they bothered to pay attention to his existence. Thankfully they hadn't, although there wasn't much that they could do to him that would inconvenience him to begin with should they choose to.

And besides, they actually couldn't see his regular coat under his cloak anyway, the khaki-colored fabric concealing his bright blue and gold coat from the public. One could question the validity of wearing such an ornate and eye-catching garment when trying to lay low, but Vergil refused to compromise on aspects of his personal appearance. It wasn't so much that he was vain as it simply was that he knew how to moderate comfort and necessity. Only this garment brought him pleasure, so that was enough reason and of itself. But that being said, he would be lying if he said that it was anything remotely close to a winter garment, and he would be lying even more if he said that he wouldn't enjoy a warm drink right about now. And that thought caused something to well up within him that he couldn't deny.

To say that he had fully left behind the events that had transpired in that small town would be a lie, and while he was accustomed to not giving unwarranted information, he didn't generally indulge in deceit, especially when that deceit was to himself. There were fundamental things that he had convinced himself of over the years that were untrue for numerous reasons and various degrees that mostly pertain to his mental state and continued survival, voluntarily or otherwise, but the simple matter of the fact was that he had enjoyed his time with that young lady, and he felt a disproportionate amount of desire to return and see her again, something that he had come to the horrifying realization meant that he might have more feelings for her than he was willy to admit to himself.

But as he came to a stop on the sidewalk and turned his head towards the direction of a shop on the other side of the street that had caught his eye, he could no longer deny it. He wasn't sure what sort of affection he held for her, but there was something, and although he wasn't sure whether or not he should follow through on his innate desire to be in her presence again, he saw no use in denying it to himself that he desired to, even if he didn't fully understand his reasons for feeling the way that he did. Perhaps it was her overwhelming kindness or her fierce demeanor; her tastes and interests or her mannerism and intelligence. Maybe it was the fact that she had thrown a brick at a demon and hit him in the head only to just continue to stand her ground instead of cowering in the face of her imminent death. Perhaps it was all of the above. But regardless, he found her compelling in a way that he had felt towards virtually no one else ever, and there was something strange about that to him.

The concept of love had become so foreign to him that it felt like a nonexistent thing, this fallacy spoken of to children to encourage them to take an interest in the continued survival of their species. A biological mechanism that some people possess that he simply didn't. And yet that was the only thing he could imagine he felt towards her, the tolerance he had shown for things she did that would normally drive him crazy and his treatment of her overall revealing the depths of his inclination towards her. The second he had shown care for her he should have realized it. The moment he had seen tears rolled down her face and had felt anguish had given it away.

Pushing this revelation aside for a moment, he crossed the street to get a better look at the building he had been observing from a distance, realizing as he grew closer to the building that the shop was indeed open. Perhaps stepping out of the icy weather for a moment would do him some good. And as he walked up the few steps that led to the elevated shop entrance, he pushed the door open and was greeted with the scent of a menagerie of incense, the carpet-covered floors more than likely having absorbed the smell of thousands of previously burned scent sticks over the course of countless years.

Along the center of the store were several short aisles with slanted tiered shelves allowing for the customers to browse each of the products without any of them being buried behind one another. And somewhere further back into the store, a soft rock ballad was being played from a standing speaker, The lyrics of which he couldn't make out, but the presence of which he noticed. And along all the walls were posters of different musical groups and records, news articles about them and the establishment littering every available space.

Oh yes. This was most certainly a record store.

Over the last week or so he had checked a few thrift stores, music boutiques, and antique and pawn shops in search of what he was looking for. He had come to be quite adept at seeking out things that were difficult to find, but even by his standards, this particular item had been rather tricky to pin down thus far. And it didn't help that he had only been able to allocate time to search for it between searching for traces of his missing father and his largely unknown past. But perhaps the search would finally end here?

Making his way up to the counter, he glanced around the store. It was mostly metal and rock albums with a bit of jazz and classical mixed in. He passed the counter and headed off to the classical section, giving it a once over for a few minutes before coming to the conclusion that they did not have what he was searching for. Perhaps he could ask? It wasn't his prerogative to speak with people if he could avoid doing so, but considering the size of the building, he was willing to believe that this wasn't all the stock they carried.

As he approached the counter, a man who looked to be in his early to mid-20s or so glanced up from a magazine that he was reading that laid on the counter, taking note of his presence and greeting him politely. The Darkslayer couldn't honestly say whether or not the man had been there when he had entered the shop since his singular focus had prevented him from noticing him, but he most certainly hadn't sensed his presence, so he was willing to bet that he had probably been in the back until just a few moments ago.

"Hey man. Welcome in. Sick coat! Can I help you with anything?"

Vergil glanced down and noticed that his coat was actually exposed, the front of his cloak probably having shifted when he leaned over to peruse the available stock. He adjusted it suddenly before taking a glance at the magazine on the counter. It appeared to be some sort of catalog that the young man had been sifting through, perhaps out of boredom since he was the only one in the store. He couldn't imagine having a job that allowed this much idle time, though he imagined it was a perk in some ways. He would go mad simmering in his thoughts for that long, but the true deal breaker was obviously the fact that he would have to interact with the public. Still, it was probably more steady money than he made taking the occasional demon-killing gig to top off his funds so that he could move to the next location and secure a place to sleep.

"Do you have anything by Claude Debussy?" He inquired, eager to move on to the next location should he say no. There were other shops in this city, and the fact that he was in a settlement big enough to even have multiple record shops in of itself made him uncomfortable. He liked to stick to the outskirts of smaller towns. Heading into bigger towns or large cities was not his forte. It was hard to lay low when there were so many eyes on you.

The man gave him a strange look, seemingly surprised to hear anyone mention that particular composer. It probably wasn't every day that people came into a record shop like this one and asked for classical music if the majority of the selection was anything to go by. "I'm pretty sure we do in the back. People don't really ask for classical music most of the time, but I've seen that name pop up a few times. What are you looking for? I can go dig through our stock."

It took the Darkslayer more time than he was comfortable with to recall the name of the song. He could easily remember the names of the ones that she had played for him easily enough, but the only thing he could recall about the song in question was that it started with the letter R. Unfortunately, however, that was about the only thing he didn't remember. It would have to be enough. How had he suddenly managed to forget the name of the only thing he was looking for?! His memory was normally much better than this!

"... Something that starts with an R. But I can't recall… "and then it hit him like a bolt out of the blue. He couldn't grasp the specifics as to why he suddenly remembered, but he did. And he was grateful for it. Something told him that the people who worked in this record store might not have an encyclopedic knowledge of every song written by every artist. Who could expect them to? And to be fair, he didn't feel like waiting for them to search the entire store anyway, and he was certain they didn't want to. "Reverie. I believe that's what she called it."

"Ohhhh… a lady friend recommended it, hu? So what made you decide to-" the man suddenly stopped speaking as Vergil shot him a subtle and silent but provocative and disapproving look that wordlessly signaled that this topic of conversation wasn't one that he was going to delve into. The look wasn't so much a threat as it was a declaration; a manifesto, if you will. And what it was communicating was that he wanted him to stop talking and asking about his personal matters. And the man seemed to realize that very quickly. "I'll go see if we have it."

Vergil nodded in confirmation, moving to make himself more comfortable by taking a watchful stance, leaning his back against the counter so that he could glance at the front door and the entire store by simply turning his head. He was on alert at all times, even in a place like this. While it was rare that demons would attack during the middle of the day and destroy an entire building, it was something that happened from time to time. And as such, it was even rarer that he had the opportunity to fully relax, and the last time that he had done so he'd chastised himself about it for a particularly long period of time. In fact, that relaxation had led him to being in this situation to some degree. Now he wasn't sure how he felt about it anymore.

After about 10 minutes of near silence with nothing but the sound of a ticking clock and a quiet rock record of some sort playing on the record player he now realized was in the far corner of the store by the bathroom on display, the man returned and sat down a box on the counter, a somewhat satisfied look on his face. Perhaps this meant that his search had born fruit? Or perhaps the young man was simply looking forward to telling him to get out? It could be either one, if he was being honest.

"You're not going to believe this, but we had one. And when I say one, I mean it's been back there forever. Still shrink-wrapped and in mint condition and everything, but dusty as hell and under about 10 other boxes. Probably been here longer than I have, and I've been here forever." The store clerk said with a chuckle, leaning over the box but not pressing on it. He then opened the lid and removed it to reveal about 20 records before filing through them and pulling out the one and only copy of Reverie in the entire store. And although he didn't acknowledge it, a part of the devil slayer lit up as he realized that despite the odds, there was at least one group that still printed records for some of these songs. Or that had at one point.

"Craziest part is that I checked our inventory since we have other stores and we're the only one that has it. Probably the only location in the whole town that does. You got lucky." He scanned the record and placed it into a bag, not needing to ask whether or not Vergil wanted it. He was rather positive that he did since he had gone to the trouble of asking him to search for it. And considering the price of the record, he doubted that he wouldn't buy it. "If you need anything else that's impossible to find, let me know. Some of my friends go to estate sales and buy storage units and stuff like that. Trying to open our own shop at some point. Might be able to find something for you. There's finders fees and stuff like that, but you know."

Without hesitation he purchased the record and nodded in silent recognition of the efforts that the man had put into finding it for him, allowing him to keep what little change there was leftover. A rare kindness on his part, especially considering that he wasn't exactly swimming in money, to begin with. He walked over to the door and stopped in front of it as his hand reached out and grasped the handle, glancing over his shoulder at the younger man. He had been helpful. Perhaps he would return should he need to. "... I will keep that in mind. You've been helpful."

The man at the counter shrugged nonchalantly, seemingly pleased with the statement. He wasn't sure what this man with the white hair in the blue coat's whole deal was, but he was an interesting customer, that was for sure. "No problem, man. Just doing my job. You have a good one."

Vergil nodded then exited the store and headed up the block towards the local train station, a destination in mind. He had procured the item that he sought, and now it was time for him to make haste. He didn't like to turn up uninvited, and he most certainly wasn't going to do so empty-handed. But now he needed to find a phone booth.

He had a phone call to make.

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Fun fact if you've ever watched the DMC anime: do you remember the episode about the vinyl records and the woman who was Rockstar? I like to think the guy who works at the record store probably hangs out with those guys.

Do you guys want to know something funny? I was writing this chapter and I was worried for a second that it was super short because I got done so fast, so I checked the word count. It was literally like 80 words shorter than normal lol! WHY AM I LIKE THIS?! Anyway, I hope you like the chapter! I've already written half of the next one, and I've been giggling like an idiot the whole time hehe! Hope you guys have been having a good week! I'll see you on Friday! And sorry for the slow speed in regards to getting through your wonderful comments. I've just been busy doing other stuff, and every time I sit down and start answering them I realize how far behind I am and only get a few done! I do see them, and I will get to them. I'm trying to answer any questions I see first. Thanks, everyone!

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