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tamelee · 2 years

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Oh, Tame, Tame, i saw first (colored) page of that h….

It is harder than I thought it will be. They try to repeat Kishi style in the best way they could, they put E(I don’t remember her name properly) in the same place in the note “author “ right after Kishi, make them equal somehow. You know, even sns fans who try to find some sns-ish moment on this panels make it even worse because they know it will be ss related and ss fans know it’s their territory and now they’re like bosses in comments like they know this time they’re right… it was physically painful to see this, and since it will be manga it will last for a long time. And even if I’m far away from fandom (twitter and insta), those things will catch me anyway. I know, it’s hard time overall ( to me), so many things happening in the world and I shouldn’t even pay attention to such little thing, I knew this manga will came, but still… I just don’t want to go through the same thing i was into during gaiden and 700 again, why didn’t I learn anything since that time?

Sorry for that, I just wanted to push it away

I feel your pain (๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭!!!

Even worse.. They place her name after Kishimoto’s behind “Original Story by:” as if Kishimoto is the one who wrote it and Esaka just helped him with it or something.

Well.. they did that on the original cover too. But that’s not even true. This story, this SS-fantasy fanfic Wattpad self-insert is only from Esaka. She said so herself:

“My story.”

“Original story” can mean many things. It can also mean ‘Naruto’. That’s a great loophole because the tweet isn’t tied to legal matters, but the cover is. Which then in this case it’s the best marketing strategy. Make people believe Kishimoto actually wrote this shit so it looks Canon? Make his Twitter account that isn’t actually his Twitter account tweet about it excitedly? Genius. I’ll give em that.

But then.. just treat the damn thing for what it is, right? A fanfic.

Yet SNS-fans are fueling SS-shippers by fighting them... why?

How is Naruto clutching his chest in pain and staggering his feet forward to Sasuke begging him to wait and not leave the village.. romantic?????? How is Sasuke ignoring Naruto’s pleas and this copy of Sasuke and Sakura’s scene where he left her on a bench- but worse, a SNS-moment? Of course SS-shippers are mocking that. Saying “Naruto wants to be Sakura so bad 🤡” It hurts, but I can’t even blame them. It is actively MOCKING SNS. THAT IS THE WHOLE GODDAMN POINT. Esaka wrote many moments mocking Naruto in that stupid novel. This won’t be the last time this happens- are they going to try and defend every single thing? Are they going to depict every original SNS-moment that Esaka gave to SS and tweet “they wanna be SNS so bad 🤡” because that would be a full day’s worth of work I can tell you that. You can start with the cover.

I do have to say that the adaptation is infinitely better story-wise than the novel. Prisoners for example had no reason to hate Sasuke and I already talked about this before. I said something along the lines of them needed to start a fight or something and they did. Also them needing to leave out the sob-story of the first prisoner and they did. All the critique I had in the first bit from the novel they fixed. So story-wise at least they agree with me that Esaka can’t write.

At least that’s a win lmao.

But you know what is most funny about it? Their ship gets a novel revolved around them.. or two actually even aside from the “official” marketing bs that already existed. A whole-ass Manga-adaptation and an official English translation for said novel on the way.. and what do they do? Enjoy it? Nah. They immediately run to Twitter to start make fun of SNS.

Now can anyone tell me why that is 💀

Could it be that they feel like they need to prove something? Could it be that the need to make Naruto or SNS look inferior in that moment is more important? Why would that be?!

😂.

To me that says a whole lot. And even though, yes, that fanfic might be their territory.. it’s still SNS-month 😎 The month is ours 🎉🫶🏻

#asktamelee #snow124-art #ooooohohhohOOHOHohOOOHhh #it is a wrong month to release that #lets not be discouraged!#( ๑‾̀◡‾́)✨#muwhaha #we'll see how it plays out ;-;#I think it's best to just treat it for what it is #a fanfic #but the fighting on Twitter???#wow #woooooooooow

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king-ratboy · 2 years

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Decided to watch Cast Away because I love to make myself sad, and was overcome with the need to write some angst. Enjoy!

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It’s a nondescript, quaint little house – pretty, like every other house along this sunny, tree-lined street. Pale blue siding, a bright yellow door, flowers growing thick and lush in neat fenced-in rows. The sort of home Billy had always known he would never have, and exactly the kind of place a guy like Steve Harrington was bound to end up.

There are two cars parked neatly in the driveway, and though Billy can’t help but grimace at the sight of the wood-panelled station wagon, the maroon beamer beside it sends a swell of emotion through his chest that tugs sharply at his heart, a thousand memories of late-night drives and clumsy kisses teasing at the edges of his mind.

Billy barely registers the sound of the cab pulling away from the curb behind him, feet planted resolutely on the sidewalk even as his hands tremble minutely at his sides, and with purposeful, single-minded determination, he takes a step forward –

and abruptly notices the booster seat buckled into the back of the wagon.

And Billy had known, is the thing. He’d been well warned of what he was going to find when he showed up here. It had been three years, three fucking years, and Harrington –

Billy knows it’s stupid to hurt so badly. Eight months, eight months in hospital and not a sight, not a word, and though Max had tried, tried her fucking hardest (he wants to visit, he does, he just – gone for so long, Billy – all thought you were dead – couldn’t stay in Hawkins, not after everything –) it still hurt. Harrington had never come to see him, had never called, had never deigned to send a fucking letter, and being here, standing on this street, undoubtedly drawing the eyes of every nosey old bat in the neighbourhood, is utter bullshit. He should just leave, go back to Maxine, pass out on her couch like the good-for-nothing homeless freeloader he is, but…

The Upside-Down (Max’s name, not his) had been shit. He can’t think of any other way to describe it. Three years of running, of hiding, of being torn to shreds inside and out, and the whole time he’d only been able to think about getting back to goddamn Harrington, making sure the stupid fuck was okay. And they hadn’t even…by the time the Mind Flayer or whatever (again, Max’s words) had gotten its hooks in him, eviscerated him from the inside out and made itself a cozy little home behind his eyes, he hadn’t spoken to Harrington in weeks. He couldn’t even remember what the fight had been about, anymore. It hadn’t been the first.

So he knows it’s stupid. Knows he has no right to Harrington’s time, his attention, his anything. Billy had spent three years in hell, but Steve had spent three years fixing his fucked-up life, and here Billy is, trying to pull him back down, ruin what he’d made for himself, destroy everything like he always fucking did –

He’s backing away, turning to the street, preparing to make his way to nearest payphone and call a new cab, when a sound draws his eyes back around. The bright yellow door swings open, and everything in Billy turns to stone.

For a second – only a second – Billy doesn’t recognise the man standing across the lawn. Three years have changed Steve Harrington in a way Billy hadn’t anticipated. The hair is the same, long and thick and in every direction, but the pretty cashmere sweaters Billy remembers so fondly have been replaced by a ratty black tee and a heavy denim jacket that sits loose around his shoulders. He laughs at something someone says behind the door, hands shifting on the black bag of trash he’s juggling in his arms, and then he’s turning, heading for the curb, heading straight for Billy, and there’s no time to run, no time to hide, no time to get the fuck out –

For a second – only a second – Harrington doesn’t seem to realise who’s standing on the other side of his picket fence. He squints behind his wire-rimmed glasses, brows furrowing across the distance, and then the bag of garbage is hitting the stoop and tumbling across the walkway.

This was a mistake. This was a horrible fucking mistake.

Harrington stares, face turning slowly ashen-white as his eyes go comically wide, a cartoon character faced with a ghost, staring down something terrible and unfathomable and unwanted and –

“Billy?”

And suddenly he’s there, a step away, nothing but the flimsy wooden posts of a ridiculous white fence between them, and those wide eyes are wet and shining and disbelieving, and Billy doesn’t know why he came here, he doesn’t know why he came here, he doesn’t –

“Hey, Harrington.”

#em dashes my beloved #me listening to the cast away theme on repeat and crying as i wrote this lmfao #what happens next? stuff and things i'm sure somebody write it i dunno #also yeah that is definitely billy's jacket hey-o #harringrove #my fics

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lukamoonvibe · 1 year

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Chapter Nine: Love Is Blind [Soulmates AU 3]

Chapter Index

Summary:

Medalling with time has a consequence, the consequence of his choice is to be a slave to it until Fate decides he's no fun anymore or he escapes...but does he really want to escape anymore? It's been so long, what would even be the point of going back anymore? Would anyone still remember him? Probably not. No one escapes Fate and lives to tell the tale. Not even a traveller of time.

Fandoms: Crewniverse, Crewfu/Morning Lobby, Chaos Crew/Derp Crew

Rating: Mature

Status: On Going

He grabbed her arm, “You’re blind?” it came out in a whisper.

He felt her try to pull away, “Chilled, I swear, let me at him.”

“Why did you lie to me? You fucking drove us here.”

Tay sighed, “Lack of a soulmate runs in my family; we learn our way around it. Driving should be the least of your worries; the roads are equipt for non-sighted people, and not everyone finds their soulmate by the time they can drive. You know this, Anthony. ” she snatched her arm away, leaving him alone at the entrance.

“No, Tay. Wait. I was kidding-” Side’s pleas were followed by the sound of something heavy hitting the ground.

“Speedy, I swear to god, let me at him.”

“No.”

“I’ll beat your ass too.”

“No, you won’t; you can’t just leave Chilled in the dark.” there was a moment of silence, “Side, would you stop picking at Tay? I know getting a rise out of her is easy, but not about this.”

Chilled shuffled his feet, “Not in the dark, just kind of fuzzy,” he said, trying to figure out where they all were.

The three continued to bicker, not helping him much as he slowly moved around, trying to make out the shadow of the fence through his minimal vision. He somehow managed to make it to the stairs, so he grabbed the railing and began to make his way up to them.

“Nice of you to be joining us up here,” Side said from somewhere to his left.

He could make out two people to his right, whom he assumed would be Tay and Speedy.

“Yeah, you’ve been acting sorta sus Chilled. You sure you’re feeling alright?” Speedy asked; he could see the smirk on the man's lips clearly in his mind.

Chilled scoffed, “I don’t know, Speedy, you try not being able to see properly. It’s not a fucking walk in the park.”

Tay snickered.

“Jeez, what’s up your ass?”

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know; this is frustrating.”

“Side knows,” Tay interjected.

“I know what?”

“Why does he know? Can’t he keep his mouth shut even once when Fate sends us everywhere? Or have you still not got the hang of lying?” he crossed his arms.

Speedy walked to stand in front of him, “Why does she know about you?”

Chilled shook his head, “Of fucking course Side knows, the same reason she would’ve sniffed you out straight away. The accomplice that helped me learn the art, one of my best friends, the main anchor, a-” he felt himself falling, his lungs felt heavy, almost like they were full of water.

He landed on the ground, gulping in the air. Blinking, his eyes adjusted to his surroundings. Glancing around, he noticed a screen plastered across the far wall, some kind of control panel underneath it, beside it was a disk on the floor. At least he could see again; that was a plus.

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed he was on and stood up, “Tay? Speedy? Side? Listen, this isn’t funny.” he walked around the room noticing a door with a button on the wall sealed shut.

He turned again, noticing a row of hospital beds and medical equipment, “If you guys have just put a VR headset on me while I can’t see and the fight was a whole planned ploy to make me look stupid, I’ll-”

The door opened behind him with a loud fwsh, “Chilled. What are you going on about now?”

#chaos crew #crewniverse #crewfu #derp crew #morning lobby #archive of our own #cross posted #fan fiction #time travel #dimension hopping #asexual character #plantonic soulmates #i regret nothing #aromantic character

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aspenhanyuu · 2 years

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The earliest birthday he was told about was at around age 5.

He doesn’t remember it— not really, he was only given vague descriptions about it when asked, and, y‘know, his whole ‘no childhood rights’ thing.

It hadn’t really occurred to him that he was supposed to be self aware of it, buttttt. English essays, amiright?

Asking what happened was weird? Ellie was pretty watered down about it, but that's just a him thing, so he didn’t really question it that much. He was just curious, not enough to push it.

As for what he was told...

He was told that his parents celebrated it at Ellies’ house, his dad made a BBQ and then some, that he played with the now-red head boy in the backyard and that their parents took some photos. Ellie made him a friendship bracelet, but apparently he lost it. It was a small party, not many people were invited over besides them.

...looking at old pictures, someone seemed to be missing.

“Hey, Ellie?”

“Yeah?”

“Does this look off to you?” He asks, handing over the photo.

The red boy took it to examine. Then he did the...thing. The hand thing, clasping them together like a lock and pointing his feet inwards.The ‘“Doesn't look like it…?” Que nervous chuckle.

Suspicious.

“Fine, keep your secrets.” He said light heartedly. Didn’t feel like it’s worth pushing, if he was being honest [WOW your puns are terrible this run-] (shut up,)

Mainly, he just wrote that his past birthday was very...plain. Nothing much to write home about, not really exciting, in the least kind of nostalgic, considering it was the last one he had with his parents. It just. Wasn’t that eventful? It’s not like he remembers it enough to confirm it, and the fact that most of his memories don't feel his own. Mostly just feels like they were put there. He remembers them, knows them, but he doesn’t remember making them.

Simple A to B birthday celebration. That he was gonna bullshit entirely. How hard could lying about memories you don’t know much of be?

Apparently, very.

He got frustrated. Distracted sometimes. He’d rather do anything but the writing. It was stupid too! The teacher doesn’t even care for these so like— why??

He couldn’t focus enough to work on it until two days before, where inspiration struck him. If he couldn’t write about his own memories in much detail, he could just! Go find some kids celebrating their birthday and copy the experience!

So that’s what he went and did. With the very helpful Youtube and his favorite hands, he searched and found one that seemed good.

Simple party. “We had it outside, there was cake, someone put frosting on my face, and after Ellie fed me everyone got cake too, we played pin the line on the comic panel, rinse and repeat next year.”

...That, stretched into multiple paragraphs. He could do this.

Right?

Well, he did, but...

He got a C- for it. Apparently his tone was too ‘unenthusiastic’. And...it being bery similar ti the teachers niece’s birthday party…

Geez, can’t even escape bad grades in writing, huh Toe? (shhhh)

—

Another “notable” [if you could call it that] birthday that came up - July 28, 2011, his e

eleventh.

The morning of it was ok. Ellie woke him up by jumping on his bed, the floor creaking under the weight of his hops. Eyes opened blearily, he was unprepared with a barely there ‘wha’ as the shorter attacked him with hugs.

“ELLIE.” He wheezed, “ELLIE PLEASE I JUST GOT UP.”

“So??”

“YOU’RE CHOKING ME.”

“o h.”

The boy got off of the other, his red shirt flailing a bit. He looked as normal as he could be. He looked. Visible.

That’s all Mell really needed. A grounder in a world of yellows and oranges, fiery reds on the edge of its seat.

“C'mon!! We’re gonna be late!!”

“...For?” He asked in confusion. What could they be missing? It was Saturday, they didn’t have any school, so?—

Ellie stared at him. Then..laughed? Giggled. And sighed. At the same time. A hand on his face, he looked back at Mell and to the side again.

“It’s Thursday, dummy.”

Oh.

Ellie’s smile did a megawatt zillion kind of thing. “Cenn made breakfast!!”

“!!!!!!!!” How he pronounced that, we don’t know. He’s excited though!! His pupils dilated minutely, wider than before. He looked like a cat.

Walking downstairs, the boys stumbled, giggling at each other like shounen school girls with crushes. I mean, with the promise of Meat? Who wouldn’t be excited??

Mx. Rainor turned to them, skin fading with the background. They squished his cheeks lovingly, mouth quirked up widely. “How’s my favorite kiddo doing up this early on his birthday?” They exclaimed loudly. Mrs. Rainor watched the scene and laughed softly, a hand over her mouth.

The lemon eyed boy pouted, which soon replaced with a smile of his own. “Stooopppp….” he groaned under their hand, trying to shove them off. “I’m good! And hungry.” Putting their hand off, he looked around widely. “Can we eat now please, Mx.?”

They chuckled. ”Offff course you are,” They mutter under their breath. “It’s on the counter dear, go get a plate for some.”

“Ok!” Bounding over to the (add later bdndkf)

His...not first, but the first (and hopefully last) time he got detention on his ‘big day’. He would’ve said he was shocked, but he hadn’t really realized what day it was. At least, not until the principal mentioned it while he sat in their office, scribbling on a piece of paper and fiddling with his hands. A scolding, apparently decided they were fit to do that (considering it’s technically their job, but. Still.). He stopped and stared up at them from the chair, watching but not really seeing. Listening and not hearing. Eventually, he got dismissed, Ellie waiting for him in the car with his parents.

“C’mon Mell, we got a surprise for you!! :D”

Confused, he turned to look at him.

“How’d you do that?”

“Do what?”

“The :D!”

“You did it just now too!”

“...Did I-“

“You did!! Look, see!-“ He went to imitate the taller boy, before Ellie’s Cenn spoke up.

“Boys, boys, settle down now,” Mx. Rainor said in a stern, but light voice.

The car ride home was quiet after that. Air light, atmosphere heavy.

They got home and were sent to their respective rooms. The taller of the two snuck out though, hiding behind the wall of the living room after walking down with minimal noise. He just...needed to know if they were upset, is all. He didn’t want to end up a burden or anything, y’know—

“Why’re we listening to them?” Ellie said unexpectedly behind him. Mell nearly jumped, the other boys presence a shock.

“What’re you doing here!!” He whisper-yelled. He was ok with getting in trouble if he got caught, but he didn’t want to drag Ellie into it too! :( “Whatever, just— please be quiet?” It came out more like a soft question, to which the raven haired boy agreed.

...The two adults hadn’t seemed to notice. Or, if they did, they didn’t comment. He couldn’t tell which was worse.

“You didn’t answer my question,”

Now Isn’t The Time Ellie. He put a hand on over his mouth just as Ms. started speaking again.

“I know he didn’t mean it—“

“Probably—“

A sigh. “Probably,” she repeated. Put her hand on the side of her face. “It's happened often enough that I’m...hh. He’s going to eventually get hurt badly enough that not even we can help, and what then? Hon, this is the second fight this week. I’m worried about him.”

Mx. put their hand on her shoulder. Surprisingly, they were a rather strong willed person, no matter how fun they acted, or emotional they were. He kinda admired that about them, even with how blurred they got at times.

“Yeah, I get that dear. I’m worried for him too,” They pull her in a hug, one hand holding the other side of her face. It was kinda awkward, the positioning, but they made it work.

They’ve always made it work.

They kiss her nose lightly, smiling slightly at her red face and soft smile, before frowning again.

“I know you’re stressed, but I feel like it's gonna get worse as time goes on. If anything, we can get him to try out extra hobbies or clubs with Ellie.”

“You’re probably right, yeah,” she heaved, looking down. Suddenly, she beamed, looking up “Y’know…” she started,

“Oh no.”

“Hey!” A giggle. “Nothing bad, I promise.”

A raised eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Ok, shoot. What’s your grand idea, love?”

Happy noises! “It’s still his birthday today, what if we had a cook out later? Just the four of us...for time's sake?”

A silence. “...Ok.” they agreed.

“SWEET!” and soon enough she barrel hugged them, smooching their face all over and headbutting her face on their top area. Mx. was giggling a storm, petting her head affectionately.

That’s when Ellie decided he was tired of being ignored, and licked Mell’s hand.

“EEE—“ he screeched before shutting up, twacking Ellies head with his dirtied hand and making shushing noises. But it was too late, they'd been caught. Ellie stuck his tongue out playfully, which, in turn, caused Mell to chase him up the stairs.

The two adults stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter

They went out later, just as they had heard. It was..a good outing, if you could call it that. They had lots of fun, no doubt about that. The nagging feeling in the back of his head hadn’t gone, and he was still very anxious to go back, but for now…

It was late out, and Ellie’s parents were putting away the dishes as the boys played in the backyard. They were stargazing, staring up at the sky and trying to find pictures in dots of bright white. The horizons dark hue faded into soft pinks and yellows as the sun continued to set, the areas pigmented red bleeding in. At least, red for Mell. As far as he’s concerned, that's how it's always been. The comic decided the colors, and the fic writers followed suit.

“Hey, Ellie?” he turned to him suddenly

“Mm?” He stared at him, face glistening off soft beams of light coming from the house window. Ellie’s face was kinda red, was he sick? It was the middle of summer though, maybe it was the heat?

The lemon eyed boy shook his head, expression turning curious. “What happens when we die?”

Ellies blush fell quicker than he did for Mell [w h a ?], and he looked away. “Why do you ask?” He deflected.

He wasn’t sure if he should call him out on it. Or what the writer meant by that. Former deals first? “You never answer when I ask. Consider it a birthday wish! For me?”

The shorter of the two didn’t respond. He looked like he might be shaking. What could a question like that have hidden?

“...Nah” He shrugged.

“Aww, Ellie, c’mon! I promise I won’t ask after thissss…” He used his best pleading eyes, but even that didn’t shake the boy.

The shorters’ arms were definitely shaking now. “I just don’t see why it's that important.”

He threw his hands up. “I’m curious! Where do we go when we die, what's the big deal with that question? Why do you avoid it so much?”

———

“Mell.” He whispered.

“I just! Want to know? What's the big controversy of it! What happens when we die?”

“Mell.” He said again, louder

“It’s been bugging me for a while, sooo. I just? Really wanna know, Ellie. Where do we go? Are we reincarnation like puppets? Is there like a galaxy station dead people go too? Are there rules after you die? Wha-“

At that moment, he knew two things.

Ellies lips were very soft.

He tasted like candy and bbq sauce.

(that was probably cause thats what they had for dinner but shh)

”!!???”

The shorter boy blushed red like a fire hydrant, lips parted before biting at his bottom. He looked away before apologizing profusely.

———

“You...wouldn’t stop asking that. I don’t wanna think about it today. It’s your birthday, after all!” he grinned widely. “Don’t wanna ruin it with death and stuff.”

“Yeah, but!!” he whined. “I asked! You never answer either way..I just. Wanna know.”

(Mell out here being oblivious as always. Smooth.) [shut your fuck-]

The boy in question ignored the writer. This was a memory, after all. A memory made by a fan, who has no concept of the original verse. Splitting this to a whole new AU. An AU that would never be canon, just like the possibility of his happiness.

Fun.

Ellie took no notice of his current crisis, content to stare into the sky in adoration. The high of being affectionate to your crush is very intoxicating, after all. (Could’ve asked for consent though, little fuck,)

He should be thankful. Thankful, that however bad he may be at lying, he still could rely on Mells’ obliviousness to cover for him. So he’d never have to face those feelings head on.

Maybe that’s why he’d never confess — not now or ever. Because he was scared. Because Mell's happiness came before him no matter what. Didn't matter if he was tearing up in anger, or crying, he needed to be there for him.

Who else would?

The air grew tense as the boys spiraled down into their own breakdowns, neither acknowledging each other anymore.

It wasn’t until Mell heard the sharp caws of a nearby crow did it stop, the bird standing just ~6 feet away. He glanced at Ellie, who was still lost in thought, before deciding ‘fuck it’.

The chase began, Mell sprinting as fast as he could, almost catching up to them at one point! But he was no match for someone with wings, the bird narrowly dodging his advances. Watching from the side, Ellie had picked up his head and was staring at the boy, sparkles in his eyes and a light red tint over his cheeks.

He was smiling, and that's all the permission Mell needed to continue.

He ran after them again, squeezing his eyes shut and biting at the empty air, arms waving wildly as he tried to capture the dubbed prey.

Surprisingly! He caught them that time, accidentally biting his lip and bleeding over the birds feathers. The crow in question was uncannily quiet, pretending to play dead to avoid the possibly of him crunching down more with his sharp edged teeth.

The yellow eyed boy smiled widely, hands holding onto the feathered animal in his mouth and turning to Ellie so fast he nearly got whiplash. The blood from his wound leaked badly, staining his teeth and getting on his face and clothes with the sudden movement. His pupils had dilated largely, the iris barely visible.

He looked like he came out of a horror movie to Elliot.

The older stood stock still, unsure what to do in this situation. On one hand, he could call for his parents, or, on the other...he could try dealing with it himself.

The boy was conflicted for a second too long. Dark, chocolatey brown hair swishing wildly in his field of vision as the lemon eyed boy ran toward his friend. Stopping in front of him, the shorter didn’t dare to move, let alone breathe. Mell’s pupils were wide, taking up most of his iris, the bare rims a faint brown color now instead of his bright orang—

[ehem]

Sorry, yellow eyes. Either way, terrifying to see, even at the old age of 13.

He was only able to commit with his faithful relationship to motion again when the taller tilted his head sideways. Taking in a shaky breath, the red dressed kid took the corvid out of the others mouth, setting it down away from him. It hopped off, possibly to warn the others.

He turned back to him, his best friend, and wiped his cheek with his shirt.

“You’re bleeding.” Stating the obvious, Elliot made the quick decision to pull him in a hug. Then, like..it....No warning, he pulled the boy to his feet, stumbling a bit with his weight. Tugging, they both headed to the back door. Going up the stairs and down the halls, somehow not getting caught despite the red smudges in the grass and near the walls. How’d he even hit the wall??

‘Bathroom Bathroom Bathroom’ repeated like a mantra in the boys head, his best friend not really paying attention to their surroundings anymore. He seemed confused. Maybe a hint concerned. Not for him— more for Ellie.

He snagged the aid kit from the cabinet under the sink and took out a roll of wipes.

‘You gotta clean wounds first..right??’

He hopes that's what you’re supposed to do— or he’s fucking stuff up and actually hurting his best friend?? Man, he might not be religious but he’s praying that he can take care of this for now.

He’s gonna get better at this. For him.

He promises.

“Elllliiiieeeeee :(“

“Mmm?”

“It stings.”

“Yeah, these do that,” He says, focusing on wiping the blood off again.

After it’s

DISCONTINUED]] srry there wasnt any more after this!!! ;[

#jello all its 3 qm n im scrounging my docs for nice prompts #self aware comic #mell carter #elliot rainor #hana rainor #zion rainor #melliot #anyways this was my longest draft ever n im so mad . its terrible rlly but i liked reading it.#tbf it was made summer o' 2020? not even SAs first technical birthday #i might pick this back up but rescramble thw whole thing bc hana is SOOOO not as nice as i had her be...at least not to mell #shes srill my fave baddie tho no one twll her that. i mean u cant cuz shes deqd but. ykno #love zion tho...omg........theyre ginna be a whole notha peraon in canon.....yaahoo #thinks ab makiing this a series w the main casties bc thinking ab huddies birthdays make me go crazzzyyyy /neg it makes me wanna chke n die #*childhood birthdays #fanfic #toe rambles #eugh...why do i keep this blog organized #anyways!!! keeping these here bcose why nit its fuck o clock n i have ni shame anymore zzznxxzzz

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pumpkin-stars · 3 years

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Leaving Marks

Poe Dameron/GN!Reader

Kinktober Day 3: Ass Worship

Word Count: 605

Warnings/Content: Partly inspired by Oscar saying his hips were too wide to fit in an x-wing, this one’s more crack than smut tbh. No that’s not a pun about asscracks

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Poe knows he’s got a great ass. He knows it from the way some people on base stare at him as he walks (reflected in nearby ships and panels on walls, or played back by BB-8 after the droid subtly records things - the best little wing man).

He also knows it from every ship he’s ever piloted, especially x-wings… part of the reason why he’s so attached to Black One is the custom-built seat he’s fitted in the cockpit, meant to house his ass and hips comfortably, or at least more comfortably than the standard-issue x-wing seats that always leave him with imprints on his thighs from their too-small frames.

Call it a luxury, but… he spends half his life in that chair, and he can’t exactly keep focused on running drills with his squadron or jetting off on important missions if he’s got something digging into his ass.

He knows he’s got a great ass.

He knows you think so too.

You hug him a lot, kiss his cheek when nobody’s looking, let your hands graze the curve at the small of his back when you’re alone except for BB-8 and your closest friends. An aversion to publicly showcasing your love doesn’t always extend to touching his butt. You sleep pressed against him, your arms around him, hands over his ass, keeping him as close as you can, legs intwined. And when you rub bacta into his aches and pains, your hands always find their way to that spot, massaging the soft flesh with a care he’s only seen you give to a Lothcat that one time you’d made a supply run to Lothal.

You’re always touching your favourite part of him.

“I don’t poke you in the eyes?” You’d frowned one time, when he’d mentioned your wandering hands.

He shouldn’t have been surprised when you told him you loved his eyes most - aside from those few times you rest your head in his neck or on his chest, you’re always sure to rest your forehead against his, stare into his warm brown eyes while he makes some stupid joke.

But he’s sure his ass is your second favourite part of him, especially if the way you’re kissing it has anything to say about it.

He’s lying on his front, legs parted, you between them, hands on his thighs, the junctures of your thumbs and forefingers cupping his cheeks, holding him down (not that he wants to go anywhere). Your lips trace patterns over him, kissing every inch of his ass as you show him just how much you appreciate it, a single freckle on one cheek getting a special amount of attention.

“Babe?” He wonders, looking over his shoulder at you, “Are you kissing your name onto my ass?”

You pause, looking up at him with raised eyebrows, “I wasn’t.” You admit, “But I will be now. Mark my territory.”

He laughs, “Surprised you hadn’t thought of it before.”

“Careful, or I’ll suck hickeys in. A P on one cheek and an E on the other.”

“Not D?”

“Your asshole’s the O.”

He snorts.

“You think I’m joking?”

He shrugs, “You actually do that, and as your commanding officer I’ll put you on janitorial duties for the next month.”

You grin, kissing that freckle again, “Noted.”

Even his specially-built chair doesn’t help the next morning - though they don’t hurt, he swears he can feel the marks you’ve left on him.

But hey, if he somehow loses his memory in the next few days, all he needs to do is bend over to remember his name.

If you like the thought of spelling things a little more sexily, go and read @the-little-ewok‘s A Sincere Apology, you won’t regret it!!

Taglist: @amneris21 @apascalrascal @santiagogarcia @fisforfulcrum @foxilayde @goldielocks2004 @idreamofboobear @irrelevantbutembarrassing @jitterbugs927 @mypedrom @salome-c @the-little-ewok @thedukeleto @tobealostwanderer @yours-truly-r @honestly-shite

#poe dameron fanfic #poe dameron/you #poe dameron x you #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron/reader #poe dameron #stuffiwrote #GN!reader #kinktober #tppkinktober2021

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13uswntimagines · 3 years

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Love You or Lose You (Alpha Soran x Omega Reader)

Request: This is the first part to the Prequel for Playing with Fire. Its right after the 2016 Olympics, and R missed the PK instead of Christen. Things have been rough with her Alphas and she just needs a fresh Start. Barca might be the start she was after, but her mates might not like that too much... Especially when she leaves in the middle of the night.

Basically 4000 words of Lindsey and Emily being idiots, R being sad and Preath and Kellex being worried.

The air was heavy in the locker room, pressing into you like an anvil settled on your soul. You could remember a time when you had felt at home here. Like you belonged here.

A time when Lindsey and Emily had actually loved you, and you didn’t feel like an unneeded (or wanted) burden on the national team (more like your family).

You shook your head, tucking your frame tighter into the small locker that belonged to your most dominant alpha, pulling a leftover sweater tighter against your face.

No. The locker that belonged to Lindsey. She wasn’t your alpha anymore, she had said so herself, but your inner omega still cried out for her and Emily nonetheless. A fight didn’t change the marks on your neck, or what your inner animal knew to be true.

Yet it changed everything if the unbearable pain ripping through your chest was anything to go by.

Another sob left your lips, muffled only slightly by the heavy material of Lindsey’s sweatshirt that smelled distinctly like both her and Emily. It did little to ease your instincts, but you would take whatever you could get right now.

There was no reason to hold back your tears, there was no one else there to see them anyway. No one who would come looking for the source of the distressed pheromones you were emitting. No one to care that you were falling apart. It didn’t matter that you were all in the same city.

They were all too busy trying to process their own issues from the loss. The loss you knew fell squarely on your shoulder. If only you had made that PK, none of this would have happened.

You shuttered at the mix of emotions trickling down your mating bond. Lindsey’s anger and Emily’s clear frustration. You gulped pushing against their emotions with an overwhelming wave of your own. You willed as much calm as you could muster down the bond-forming a little barrier between your omega and their alphas, and shoved your own despair as far away from it as you could.

The block wouldn’t hold forever, but it would do the job for now. Bonds were a bitch to shut down completely, and a permanent block was going to have to be something you figured out later.

Your inner omega growled, digging her claws into your brain. While the human side of your head got why you were doing this, your animal side was loath to deny your alphas the privilege of your deepest emotions. Especially when she thought they could fix it if they knew.

You let out a little whimper at the sound of the door, tucking yourself tighter into a ball as footsteps approached.

“Hey, Kid just thought I’d let you know your Uber is here,”

You peeked out at the kind voice, semi soothing scent, and worried eyes of the athletic. You tried to smile at the woman, but you knew she wasn’t fooled. She knew you too well for that.

“Thanks Bailey,” You sniffled, easing into a sitting position and turning to fully face the woman, and running a hand through your wild hair (only making it messier than it was before).

“I’m gonna miss you kid,” She said, and you could tell that she wanted to say more. But both of you knew it wouldn’t change anything. The deal was done and you couldn’t find it within yourself to regret it.

“I’m gonna miss you too, but you know I can’t stay,”

She nodded, she would have left too if she was in your shoes. Barça was making lemonade out of rotten lemons.

You took another gulping breath into Lindsey’s sweatshirt before shoving it into your backpack, and standing. Your eyes strayed towards the other lockers around you, landing on several items of clothing left by your friends.

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it,” She grumbled under her breath as she headed towards the door.

“No, it doesn’t,” You breathed out, heading towards the various lockers instead of the door.

Leaving here would be like leaving a part of your soul behind. Your fingers traced over the wooden panels that outlined each locker. You only paused twice. Once outside Emily’s locker to steal a coveted Virginia soccer t-shirt and again at Tobin’s taking a re-inc sweater that you knew Christen wore more than Tobin and a LFG t-shirt that smelled distinctly like Kellex.

The quad (as the national team called them) were your team moms, and their scents all comforted you. They would make whatever apartment you ended up in in Barça feel like home.

Bailey raised her eyebrow at you as you stuffed the items into your backpack. You just shrugged. “they won’t miss them anyway,”

It was true, and even if it wasn’t you were sure Chris would still back you up when she found out exactly why you left.

You paused at the door, taking one last glance around the room, looking for some sign to stay. You rubbed your chest when another wave of negative emotions from your mates passed through your bond.

You cleared your throat and shook your head at Bailey’s raised eyebrows. The weight in your chest told you that you were making exactly the right move.

She sighed, leading you towards the loading bay where your Uber was waiting.

“Thank you… for everything,” You said softly, pulling the older omega into a tight hug. She knew you meant more than walking you to the car park. She was there for you when no one else was, and you would be eternally grateful for all she had done for you.

She held you for a long moment, rocking you side to side before pulling back to hold you at arm's length. “You got it, kid. Be safe and text me when you land alright?”

You gave her a nod and a tight smile. “Look after them?”

She rolled her eyes. If those two idiots had done anything even close to what they had done to you to her, she wouldn’t have been nearly as forgiving as you seemed to be.

Then again you were also moving to Spain.

“Of course,” She said, shoeing you towards the car.

She would make sure they were very informed on how you were doing.

****

Christen knew that there was something wrong. Very wrong. Before her phone even dinged. She could feel it in her bond with you. The torrent of emotions that had suddenly shifted into a calm she had never felt from you before.

The bond the two of you shared was a special one, forged the moment she had laid eyes on you (even more special than the one you shared with her mates). The second your small, skittish form had entered the dining hall (tucked carefully under Emily's arm) her omega had claimed you as its pup, and you latched onto her quiet calm nature without a second thought.

She knew you almost as well as your mates knew you, and the bond you shared (while different) was nearly as strong. And therefore your bond with the rest of the quad was also relatively strong.

For an unknown reason, it was keeping her awake. It was like her omega was waiting for a sign, something to tell her that you were safe and sound.

She practically jumped out of her skin at the ding of her phone, fumbling to unlock the screen and find the message you had sent her.

She froze when her alpha shifted against her, inadvertently jostling the two omega’s attached to her other side.

“Wha- appened?” Tobin mumbled, nuzzling into her stomach. Christen sighed at the wave of soothing scents that Tobin let off, trying to calm her nerves even in sleep.

“Shh, baby bear is texting me. Go back to sleep,” Christen said, scratching the alphas scalp gently with one hand and pulling up the text with the other.

She blinked at the bright screen once, twice, three times.

It was five words, cold and emotionless. It reminded her of the call marines made to their parents when they went to boot camp.

Landed in Spain. I’m fine.

She couldn’t help her sharp intake of breath at the singular line, or the anxiety that suddenly engulfed her heart (immediately jolting all 3 of her mates awake).

Before she could even blink she was moved onto Tobin’s lap, and Alex and Kelley cuddled tightly into either side of her. She could feel their concern flowing down their bond, and their efforts to comfort even though they had no idea what had caused such a strong response.

“What’s up with baby bear?” Tobin said, gently rocking from side to side.

Christen’s mouth opened and closed several times as she tried to parse out what emotions were hers, what emotions were coming from her mating bond, and the irritating calm that was coming from her bond with you.

“I…-I don’t,” She stuttered, unable to skate the feeling that there was something very bad behind the steadfast wall you had thrown up in your bond.

“Give me that,” Kelley half growled, pulling the phone out from Christen’s loose grip.

She didn’t like to be woken up in the middle of the night, and she would kill your mates if you were texting Christen because of something stupid they did. You had sent them way too many texts like that already if she was honest.

“What the fuck?” She breathed out when her eyes landed on the words. This was so much worse than Soran being dumbasses.

“What?” Alex asked, yanking the phone away from Kelley.

Be nice,” Tobin chastised lightly, leaning over to read the words that had sent her most dominant omega mate into a tailspin.

She frowned at the bright screen, trying to remember the last time the two of you had really talked. Had you mentioned moving to Spain in passing? Had she just blown it off?

A charged silence hung between them. They all knew you were taking the loss hard, and that you and your mates were struggling to work your way through the slew of emotions that came with it. But they never imagined it would come to this. That you would literally flee the country.

“This is a joke right?” Kelley asked, her voice cracking.

“It’s gotta be,” Alex mumbled in disbelief. You were her cuddle buddy, her baby bear. You couldn’t have left the country without saying goodbye first.

“I’m going to find out,” Christen said finally, taking back her phone.

She bit her lip, pressing your contact picture and holding the phone to her ear. It rang once and then went voicemail. She frowned, shaking her head at her mates, ending the call. Maybe you accidentally pressed the wrong button.

She pressed your contact photo a second time.

Again it rang once and went to voicemail. It definitely wasn’t a coincidence this time, and she would bet anything that the boring automated greeting that came on instead of your goofy one wasn’t a coincidence either.

She sighed, waiting for the beep. “Hey kiddo, um I got your text and I thought we could have a check-in maybe? Call me back when you can,” She paused, unsure of how to finish. She didn’t think anything she said would ease the ache in her chest. “we love you,”

“Call Lindsey,” Tobin said firmly, an order lurking just below the words. If you weren’t going to give them answers, then your alphas better be ready to explain what the fuck was going on.

*****

Lindsey didn’t quite know what she expected when she picked up the phone, but it wasn’t a very annoyed Christen Press on the other side.

Well, maybe she expected it a little bit (she knew you would go to the quad after the argument. You always went to the quad), but she never imagined the words that would come out of your team mom’s mouth.

“Whoa, slow down. She said she’s where?” Lindsey said, sitting up off of Emily’s shoulder where she had been leaning.

“Spain, she said she landed in Spain,” Emily could barely make out Christen’s worried voice through the phone over Lindsey’s low growl.

“There’s no way!” The more dominant alpha barked, baring her teeth just slightly.

Maybe she had said some things she shouldn’t have, but you wouldn’t just run off to another country without telling them. She pushed down her hurt and settled for frustration instead.

Emily scooched away from Lindsey slightly, rubbing her ear. “Babe, if you’re going to be this loud at 3 am, at least turn on speakerphone.” She felt odd, her bond unusually unbalanced. She could feel the torrent of emotions running through Lindsey, but your side of the bond was silent. It had never been silent before.

The two of you had known each other since you were in diapers, and your bond reflected that. She should have felt something. While you weren’t always outwardly expressive, you felt everything deeply, and vividly. You were the fire to Lindsey’s flood, and for your usual smoldering flame of emotions to just be snuffed out felt wrong.

The two alphas shared a look before Lindsey gave in and gave a short nod, pressing the little button. Emily had just as much a right to know what was happening as she did, but she still didn’t like being ordered around.

“You’re on speaker Chris,” Lindsey grumbled. She wrapped an arm around Emily and pulled her closer.

“What did you two idiots do to our baby bear?” Christen’s voice came out in a growl, the sound low and dangerous.

Lindsey stiffened, her alpha bristling more than it normally would at the tone. “We didn’t do anything.”

Emily nuzzled into her neck, trying to help her settle the mix of anger, pain and shock flowing through their bond. Just because she couldn’t feel you, didn’t mean that you couldn’t feel them.

You were not some innocent party here. Lindsey hadn’t meant all the things she said, but then you had said some pretty hurtful things too.

Tobin’s voice through the phone was low and clear, holding an air of dominance she rarely let out. “Watch who you’re growling at.”

Lindsey gulped. She was never very good at controlling her emotions, especially when things went wrong. It was easier to respond with anger than to admit she was vulnerable sometimes. But she really didn’t want to have a fight with Tobin, not when they both knew she would lose.

“And don’t give us that bullshit!” Both alphas winced at Kelley’s tone. The Omega had the parental tone of disapproval down to an art. She could have been one of their parents, scolding their irresponsibility for mating you before any of you were older than 21 (Emily’s mom had been angry enough to make up for your parents’ lack of care). Emily was sure her mother had used the exact same tone.

“We had a fight,” Emily sighed, leaning deeper into Lindsey. It was more than a fight. It was an explosion of stubborn communication that had ended in you walking out.

“A stupid fight. We’ll call her and have it all patched up by tomorrow,” Lindsey added, pinching the bridge of her nose. Why were omegas so frustrating?

“She left the fucking country. I don’t think getting her back is going to be so easy,” Alex said, and both women could practically hear her eye roll.

All six of them knew how stubborn you were, and getting you to listen was going to be far from a cakewalk.

Lindsey huffed. “Camp is in like 2 days. If worst comes to worst, we’ll just talk to her there.” If you wouldn’t answer their phone calls, then they would just corner you at camp. You weren’t good at maintaining the silent treatment when they were both in front of you. And Lindsey still wasn’t convinced this wasn't more than an overblown tantrum.

“She put a block in our bond Linds,” Christen said sternly, trying to break through the more dominant alphas shell.

Sure the three of you had had arguments before, but whatever this was, it was fundamentally different.

Lindsey frowned. You would never do that to Christen. The two of you were too close for that. At least that’s what she thought.

“We’ll get to the bottom of it. We promise,” Emily said softly, already pulling out her phone. Now hopefully she would be able to get you to answer on the other side.

“Good luck, you’re going to need it,” Tobin grumbled, hanging up.

If those two idiots didn’t fix it, she was going to let Kelley unleash her wrath on them.

Emily bit her lip as she pressed your contact picture (a photo of the two of you with bright 4-year-old smiles covered in brownie batter). It rang 4 times before going to voicemail.

Emily could imagine you staring at the screen, debating on whether or not you should answer. It hurt a little that you had declined instead.

She swallowed down her tears, glancing sideways at her still frozen mate.

“Hey babe, um I know we’re not really talking right now, but um. Christen called and we’re worried. Please call me or Linds back,” she worried her bottom lip, wondering if she should add more, but the time ran out before she could.

“Damn it,” she huffed, tossing her phone onto the nightstand. She hadn’t told you she loved you.

Lindsey smiled sadly at her, rubbing her back soothingly, and pulling out her own phone.

Her thumb hovered over a photo of the two of you cuddled up in one of your famous nests. She smiled wistfully down at it. How had this gotten out of hand so quickly?

She pressed the button, holding the phone up to her ear. It didn’t even ring before it went to the robotic voicemail. What happened to the one that had you giggling because they wouldn’t stop kissing your neck?

She didn’t have time to think it through before the beep sounded. She cleared her throat.

“Hey, um I heard you were in Spain. What’s that about? Call me back,” she too tossed her phone down.

“I can’t feel her,” Emily mumbled after a few minutes. Lindsey sighed.

She closed her eyes tightly with a sigh and began to feel for your presence in the bond. If you weren’t going to answer them, then she was going to make sure you knew how unhappy with this situation she was.

Her eyebrows furrowed when she was met with a wall of unsteady calm. It was like it was pulsing like your inner omega was pacing behind it trying to get through. She focused on the wall you had created and gave it a little push.

She smirked when it bent a little bit to her will. “I think I got it,”

She pushed back harder, the wall you creating molding around her alpha as she tried to reach your omega. She was almost there, she could almost touch your omega. One last push was all she needed.

But just as she went to give it, a blast of calm shoved her backward.

Her eyes blinked open at the ping of her phone and she scrambled to pick up the device.

It was two words. No caps, no punctuation. A simple “fuck off” that they could practically hear reverberating in their heads.

“What do we do now?” Emily asked softly.

Lindsy’s smirk widened.

“We call her until she answers us again.”

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #soran x reader #soran imagine #Chapter 1 #Love you or lose you

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antiloreolympus · 2 years

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10 Anti LO Asks

1. To add to your collection of RS's old tumblr ask screenshots (LO canvas league era), i distinctly remember there was an ask where someone asked why is mortal realm so behind olympus technology-wise and RS responded something along the lines of technology timelines not being aligned "because the gods don't wanna share the goodies" (the quotations are her exact words, to be precise) and it was kind of an early red flag for me? I mean, the greek myths are all about gods helping humans and giving them the means to survive or about explaining natural phenomena that benefits humans whether it's prometheus with introducing fire or athena and hephaestus spreading the knowledge of crafts among humans or even ares and poseidon making way for the first court trial in greece on areopagus. You don't get the permission to "deconstruct" the myths if you don't even know what they are initially about

2. What makes me tick is RS makes everything up instead of working with mythology (first thing she'd have to do is to...ummm, know mythology but oh well). She seems to see original mythology as something limiting to her creativity instead of something that unlocks more possibilities for more interesting storytelling. If someone wants concrete examples, let's say persephone's half-bothers plutus and philomelus who'd make an interesting dynamic of maybe two protective/concerned older or younger bros (it'd lessen the portrayal of demeter's "bad" parenting) and she'd have a support system of two guys who don't have the motive to get in her pants, unlike , ykno, the rest of the male cast. Also it'd even out the playfield between Perse and Hades finance and power-wise as Plutus is a god of wealth and Perse,aside from being a heiress, can also turn to her brother for financial help instead of being reliant on Hades all the damn time. Intead RS put Arion just for some lame joke of persephone having a horse brother and is stripped away from any familial connections (male or female) she has in myth so she'd fit in Hades's waifu mold with no risk of going sweet home alabama that myth implies so much

3. the fact persephone is barely over the age of 18 doesn't help when there's so much panels and art of her where's she's literally just naked. if she was 300 or smth we could at least know we are likely not looking at a naked underage girl, but instead it's like??? you're just praying youre not?? especially when she's around grown adults like hermes and hades?? rachel please i dont want to be put on a list -

4. i feel so bad for RS' partner because apparently hermes is based off them (and everyone knows persephone is her self insert) yet in comic hermes' whole purpose is to simp for a woman who literally doesnt like him and being a walking joke. like idk id be so offended my partner sees me like that?? like damn i cant even be with you in your fantasy?? you rather run off with blue mads mikklesen if given the chance?? anyway poor hermes and that kiwi i appreciate you 😭

5. I can’t take Persephone serious as a protagonist she failed to grow as a character in her own. She can’t do anything without Hades she didn’t fight back against Apollo, she failed to tell Zeus the truth, and hen warrant for her arrest was made she didn’t think about her mother at all being in danger! And her punishment was basically doing her job and growing her powers…?

6. "the art is subjective!" well i wish i wasnt subjected to it 🤔

7. I know this whole comic is full of un-self reflective hypocrisy, but are we really not supposed to find it stupid minthe is basically slut shamed for wearing a revealing dress around a child, but its perfectly fine for persephone to wear as revealing of clothing around the same child they're so concerned over? it's not even a cause of showing hades' hypocrisy, it's just straight forward "yep! minthe is evil no matter what but it's ok with persephone does the same thing!" like ???

8. There's something funny of LO fans trying to accuse Ava's Demon of ripping of LO as if it wasn't already published and popular in 2012, aka nearly SIX YEARS before LO even came out. Hell, it was HUGE on tumblr when RS was on it, there's no way she didn't know about it, and a lot of the LO characters seem awfully similar to Ava's Demon (Hades and Gils being a VERY obvious similarity). I'm not saying she did so, but if any sort of ripping off did happen, it would be from RS, not Michelle.

9. This is coming from someone who does have a huge age gap in their parents marriage(about 8 to 9 years apart) but the reason I don't see a problem with mine is that they both meet when they were MATURE ADULTS with jobs. Persephone cleary is not mature enough for Hades minus all the other problems with this relationship.

10. LO fans hates Hadestown because tthey can't stand complexity, the cast and crew who love to shit on HxP, or the Persephone actresses who especially love to push a Hermes/Persephone supremacy agenda!!

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lo critical #lore olympus critical

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madcatdaderpydrawer-blog · 2 years

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I can see Gregory admitting to Moon that if he had known about Moons cable calling ability, and had the means to, he probably would’ve taken it for Freddy like he did the other upgrades. Moon tried his best not to fall over at the admition.

But like... what if he did though >:3

Like he found out about it through the logs, something about it heightening security but it also scares the shit out of the employees to see him crawling around on the ceiling.

Don’t know how he would be damaged, but in his infected state he doesn’t exactly... think about things logically? It’s a cruel idea but my immediate reaction is “trick him into the tube while the lights are off.” Freddy wouldn’t be around, he’d be charging, and Moon would be out roaming since it’s the end of the hour. Moon isn’t stupid, but if Gregory made a mess in the cylinder before running out he would run in there and clean it up. Maybe he could discover through the logs how it was all done through a metal plate in the animatronics back, and when he tricked the corrupted attendant to go into the cylinder he could activate the machine to lock him down. Cue minigame to detach back panel and take out the mechanism before Moon gets out.

Or... the more savage option, and in my opinion, the one he’d most likely take being as his general lack of chill: tricking Moon into breaking himself. He can move between floors easily by climbing on the walls, but he has to go high to do it. If Gregory made enough mess on one high up section of the pizza plex while being chased, or managed to sneak up on him while he was climbing and cut the wire, Moon would fall and break open his back panel. Thus giving Gregory the chance to go down to where he fell and remove the metal plate and hook combination and leave while he was still stunned from the fall.

Even if it couldn’t be used with Freddy due to the differences between the builds, if not that Gregory could probably attach it to something like a backpack. It would reduce speed but give Gregory the ability to use the cable to lift above the animatronics for short periods of time. Freddy absentmindedly mentions how he remembers that “one of those brothers” usually used something like that to get around, but wouldn’t notice it because unlike his friends he doesn’t know Moon very well.

Meanwhile, Moon would be unable to use it. And... navigate in general. Falling from the ceiling without warning is PAINFUL. He only ever uses it to move around, and it’s just GONE suddenly. Infected or not he would be furious and distressed and probably more then a bit lost trying to go.. anywhere really. He can’t get back to the daycare, he doesn’t know where it is from where he fell, and the light drives him mad, so he stays huddled in the darkness, watching but not a threat anymore. Gregory can still be attacked by him, if either the lights are off or if he gets too close to Moons current hiding place (kind of like how you basically have to stand on damaged Monty to get jumpscared by him). Instead of that goofy walk he normally does, he goes much faster to grab Gregory when it’s dark out. Now it’s not just chasing a naughty child around, fucking with him slightly and leaving when the lights turn on, he is PISSED and in a lot of pain with no way to vent it.

But when the lights are on, he just curls up in the darkest place he can find and hisses at passing by security bots who shine their flashlights at him in confusion.

Sun notices that Moon hasn’t been moving a lot from the tracker, but doesn’t want to invade his privacy so doesn’t check his stats. And frankly, he’s a bit relieved to have some time to himself without worrying about his demonic brother. Moon refuses to reach out to him about the situation.

#fnaf security breach #fnaf gregory #fnaf moon #moondrop #daycare attendant #think about it #it could really work #especially the second option #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf damaged monty #damaged animatronics #what do yall think #fnaf sun #sundrop #sunrise

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years

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Miss Raven, may I have some reader platonic friendship headcanons with Idia, Riddle, Ruggie, Floyd, and Kalim? I really want to know what it generally would be like to be friends with them!

Curiouser and Curiouser...

A lot of your hang-outs are done remotely. It gives Idia more confidence to speak to you without showing his face. Usually you hold voice calls while you talk about random things, or playing an online multiplayer game while raging outloud to one another.

You have weekly anime binge or movie nights! To keep it fair, you take turns picking something new to watch every time you finish with the last thing.

Idia’s very opinionated about the media he consumes. When he gets in the mood to gush and/or rant, expect to be up listening to him until 3 am (with barely any pauses to allow for you to comment).

The few times you’ve met in person, Idia really struggles to make conversation. More often than not, he hunches over in his hoodie and frantically texts you what he wants to say... even though he’s already standing right next to you.

Of course, you attend geeky cons together, like all otaku do! You stay up together for hours the night before, mapping out the quickest routes between panels, which artists and vendors you want to buy from, and which guests you want to sign your faces.

Riddle’s like your personal alarm clock. He somehow always remembers important dates and deadlines, and makes sure you never forget them, either!

Riddle is the friend that’s responsible for arranging hang-outs. Everyone else gets too lazy to coordinate schedules or to find a location everyone would have no problems reaching, but Riddle does so with ease. He has spreadsheets, polls, and maps primed for this very purpose!

He can be naggy and a worrywort at times. Riddle brings along everything and anything you could possibly need on an outing (umbrella, water bottle, bug spray, first aid kit...), because you can never be too prepared!

He follows the rules, and makes sure that you do, too. Riddle’s the type of person to hold his arm out in front of you to prevent you from jaywalking (even when there are clearly no vehicles coming your way).

You know you can count on Riddle when you need advice! He may not be knowledgeable on everything, but he has a good head on his shoulders and can talk some sense into you while you’re having an emotional moment.

Ruggie’s hard to pin down. He always has his hands full of part-time jobs, so finding a time when he’s free to hang out is a challenge.

He prefers to do things that won’t cost him money (or, if they cost money, only when someone else is footing the bill for him). His favorite things to do with you? Just running around in a park or playing a team sport.

Ruggie shows up to any gathering with food, siphons as much as he can (even bringing containers to take food home with him), and then peaces out. Whenever you eat at a restaurant with him, the most Ruggie will do is drink the free water and eat the free bread, or ask to taste “a little” of what you ordered.

He’s one of the most loyal friends you’ll ever have! Ruggie sticks with you through thick and through thin, and he’s definitely willing to lend a helping hand to whatever problem you might be facing (... but he’ll also hand you an IOU later).

Ruggie’s the moodmaker of your friend group. He doesn’t necessarily always have a joke, funny story, or a bad pun on hand, but he’s always smiling or laughing, and encouraging you to do the same!

Floyd’s the flaky friend! You could spend an eternity arranging a date and time for a hang-out, but there’s a 50% change he won’t show up, even if he agreed to it beforehand.

He’s always causing trouble, which, by association, also gets you in trouble, too! You might be chasing after Floyd to convince him to attend class, only to realize that now you’re late for class, too! He also tends to bait you into doing stupid things with him by annoying you or hurting your pride until you cave.

It’s not uncommon for him to tease you. Unfortunately, the teasing goes a bit too far sometimes and ends up actually hurting you. At times like that, you give him a little scolding (though he might not listen anyway). It can be infuriating at times to be his friend, since he has his very high highs and very low lows.

Floyd likes to roughhouse He’ll greet you with a noogie or tackle you without any regard for his surroundings, or for your safety--he just wants to hug you hard!

He shows up at gatherings with unexpected guests (it could be his brother, it could be people he just picked a fight with--) or unexpected “gifts” (here’s a whipped cream pie for your face~). It’s always a mixed bag with him.

Kalim’s your (overly) enthusiastic, extroverted friend that’s always inviting you to out! He’ll walk with you to and from class, and invite you to hang with him afterwards. The arcade? Let’s go! A restaurant? Sure! Throwing a party this weekend? Heck yeah!!

He’s so rich that he’s a little out of touch with “normal” people’s budgets (like yours). Kalim will get you all these crazy expensive gifts for your birthday and not understand why your jaw drops, or he’ll ask if you want to join his family for a luxurious trip to a Pyroxene ski resort without first considering how taxing the cost may be for you.

Kalim’s super generous and hospitable! He offers you tons of food when you hang out, lets you pet his (many) pets, and lets take as many flowers as you want from his garden... He really spoils you!

Since he has had servants taking care of him his whole life, Kalim can’t do a lot of common things like wash rice or clean his room--so even though he’s almost an adult, he’s really considered the “baby” of your friends group. It’s up to you to stop Kalim from adding dish soap to wash his rice!

He’s always looking on the bright side of things! When the chips are down, you can turn to Kalim’s optimism to shine a ray of sunshine onto you. He may not have advice on how to make your situation better, but he can offer a smile and a dance to lift your spirits so you can think more clearly!

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #Floyd Leech #Riddle Rosehearts #Idia Shroud #Kalim Al-Asim #Ruggie Bucchi #Reader #self insert #curiouser and curiouser #disney twisted wonderland

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BnHA Chapter 311: Hand Gun

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “thinkin’ about dropping in some woke analogies of the very real and very presently relevant issue of racial profiling idk what do you guys think” and then shrugged and did it without waiting for an answer, and ngl it was a bit sudden, but I’m here for it. All Might was all “DEKU YOU NEED TO EAT” and Deku was all “OKAY” and took his hero bento and went to go stand dramatically on a tower in the rain whilst having some highly anticipated Vestige flashbacks. OFA II was all, “sup, I guess I’m not Kacchan... OR AM I,” and ngl I think he is?? Alternate universes anybody?? Hello??? But anyway, so OFA the First a.k.a. Yoichi was all “remember that time you guys rescued me from my evil brother and Two took my hand and we Had A Moment?”, and Two and Three were all “ahh yeah good times”, and it was very nice and very, very gay. The chapter ended with it being very unclear if Two and Three have actually lent their power to Deku yet or not lmao. Y’all need to get your shit together dudes.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “what if I gave a random bad guy a fucking tommy gun that shoots nails” and jesus christ calm down son. The Hawksquad, a.k.a. SQUAWK as per @hotchocolatier, are all “time to drive aimlessly around town acting like Deku has a restraining order on us because that’s literally the best plan to combat the League we could come up with,” and I have no further comment. Hawks is all “idk about you guys but I want to know more about AFO and Tomura’s whole deal” and I can’t remember the last time I identified so strongly with one of these characters. All Might is all, “[EXPLODES???]”, and the chapter ends with that mysterious hot girl from the Tartarus breakout being all “HELLO I CAN TURN INTO A GUN AND I LITERALLY DON’T GIVE A FUCK” and (1) WOW, and (2) IT’S TRUE, SHE CAN, AND SHE REALLY DOESN’T. GODDAMN.

(ETA: so this wholly escaped my notice on the first go, and also has nothing to do with the chapter itself, but I only just realized that this chapter was scanlated by a new group, TCB Scans. they actually did a very good job, and I’m curious if they’ve found a new RAW provider, because the quality this week is actually crazy good in comparison to what we’ve been dealing with for the past few months. I’m gonna have to get caught up on what exactly happened here lol.)

so what will it be this week? more Vestige antics? more of Sad Nomad Deku standing on buildings and pretending like he’s some cool aloof antihero, as if he could fool us when we all know his hero backpack is secretly stuffed full with his nerd diaries and the remnants of all the hero bentos that All Might keeps giving him?? or, just putting it out there, just a crazy thought, but you don’t suppose we might actually cut back to U.A.? mmm. side-eyes emoji

maaaaaan I’m starting to get tired of this trend of beginning chapters by dropping in on random power-tripping civilians and/or Shindou lol. just once can we get a chapter that opens with someone I actually give a fuck about

oh at least Endeavor is here

A WHAT SUPPORT ITEM!??! HOLY SHIT DDLKJSLFKJL

lol somehow that’s more terrifying than bullets for me?? like I’m fully aware that bullets will fuck you up way worse and that in real life nail guns probably don’t work like this AT ALL and only have a range of like... hold up let me just google... up to 100 to 150 m/s and distances of up to 500m wait WHAT

okay wait. hold up. like I was expecting google to tell me nail guns only shoot a few feet at most, and instead the first search result is some CDC blog article that’s “dispelling” the “””myth””” -- please note my repeated sarcastic quotation marks -- that nail guns can fire 1400 feet per second, by explaining that actually they can fire anywhere from 315 ft/sec to 1,295 ft/sec, and that “it is in the pneumatic nail gun user’s best interest to handle these tools as if they were a firearm despite having a lower velocity” dlkjdslkjflkl

SO THAT SCENE IN IRON MAN 3 WHERE TONY RAIDS A HOME DEPOT AND BUYS A BUNCH OF RANDOM TOOLS AND SHIT AND GOES ON TO STAGE A ONE-MAN INVASION OF AN INTERNATIONAL TERRORIST’S FLORIDA MANSION HQ IS ACTUALLY TRUE. YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT THE FILM “HOME ALONE” IS ACTUALLY A DOCUMENTARY. “the Discovery Channel television program “Mythbusters” compared the penetration capacity of an airborne projectile shot from a pneumatic framing nail gun to that of a 9mm hand gun” HELLO YES AND A MERRY “WHAT THE FUCK” TO YOU AS WELL

anyway, so. there’s apparently a reason why the Number One hero, who can burn people with the intensity of a sun going supernova, is hiding here behind this concrete support column making frowny faces. nope. nuh uh. he ain’t about that. I don’t blame you buddy

so now he’s barrel rolling out of his hiding place and setting this dude THE FUCK ON FIRE because HELL NO. BAD ENOUGH I HAD TO WATCH THAT FUCKING MUSHROOM EPISODE LAST WEEK! YOU TAKE THAT SHIT SOMEWHERE ELSE

LOL look at his face

I know the context is actually him being all “I know I’m responsible for basically everything that happened and so that’s why I’m so grim and serious about this mission to set things right piece by piece,” but in my mind this pissed-off face is 100% all because this dude tried to shoot his eye out with a nail gun. look at that. you made him go full flame face again. beard and all. protecting his face so that it can hopefully melt any stray nails that get too close. nope nope nope

good lord. so what’s up next. let me guess the guy fighting Best Jeanist has like an atomic chainsaw or some shit

lol nope we’re just cutting back to Hawks and Jeanist chilling in the Jesla after they’ve wrapped things up

Jeanist has got some serious Groot energy you guys jesus christ he’s like 12 feet tall

oh snap someone threw a pipe at him now

today is just the chapter of Endeavor being assaulted by random DIY tools I guess

I mean, I get why they’re pissed at him obviously; I would be too lol. but tbh I also don’t really understand the “get out of here we don’t want your help” attitude that all of these people suddenly seem to have?? like it if were me, I would be fucking DEMANDING for him and the other heroes to be working round the clock to fix their stupid mess. I mean who else is gonna do it?? it’s their mess, I sure don’t want to be the one to clean it up instead. anyways but whatever lol

oh shit?

so they haven’t dropped the whole “OFA secret potentially gets revealed to the world” thing yet after all. that makes sense I suppose, it did seem like that whole thing wound up playing out a bit too easily

anyway so yeah

the locals are definitely none too happy. well at least Dabi’s got something to be cheerful about I guess

so now we’re cutting to the interior of the Jesla and they’re chitchatting about the current investigation

oh wow this actually makes a bit of sense now. so there was a reason they were keeping their distance from Deku

please note that even in this abstract Endeavor’s-Mental-Image-Of-Him panel, Deku’s eyes still don’t have the light in them anymore :( my poor son

also ftr I still think using Deku as bait in this particular sense is the shittiest idea ever ngl. like sure, let’s let the sixteen-year-old run around battling miscellaneous escaped prison convicts while we stay several kilometers away ON PURPOSE despite the fact that you’re using him as bait to draw out the Big Bad, who just a reminder can destroy anything with a mere touch and who you were all basically helpless against. what exactly are you all planning to do if Tomura or one of the other League VIPs actually shows up to retrieve him?? are you even keeping tabs on him at all in real time?? jesus

(ETA: well that escalated quickly lol.)

Horikoshi is all of a sudden dropping whole pages of exposition here and I can’t be bothered to summarize this lol so just,

a big fat YES to what Jeanist said, though. that’s why imo they would have been better off laying a trap at U.A. rather than just wandering around out in the open. I assume they’re trying to cut their potential losses because U.A. is full of students (and civilians), but those students also happen to be more capable than pretty much anyone else in the manga at this point. and tbh they’re already in life-threatening danger regardless of how things play out from here on, so they might as well at least try to use the few advantages they have right now. U.A. is almost certainly going to come under siege at some point anyway, so they might as well prepare for it

lol I don’t think I’m explaining this very well because I don’t have the patience right now to break it down point by point like it really ought to be, so for now I’ll just say that imo “U.A. siege” stands a good chance of being the eventual endgame even now, and so this whole “Deku runs around being bait” arc is really just killing time until then lol. like and subscribe for more rambling nonsensical takes such as this. maybe next time I’ll even put it all into one single sentence for maximum meandering senior citizen rant value

well it’s nice that they’re finally talking about all of this I guess

we readers have known all of this for months now but this confirms the heroes are finally caught up. ALSO, Hawks is so fucking smart, as always. kinda wonder if things would have played out differently if All Might had let him in on the secret a bit earlier. probably that’s why Horikoshi made damn sure they didn’t find out until after the War arc lol

OH MY GOD YOOOOOO HAWKS OUT HERE ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS

“anyone else wondering why AFO bothered to raise Tomura as his fake heir for fifteen years when he was secretly planning on taking over his body the whole time” YES, [raises hand] lmao Hawks where the hell were you when I was debating this “AFO is the final villain and Tomura is just his pawn” thing on multiple occasions over the past several years lol

lmao seeing them debate the metaphysics of OFA and all of its mystical bullshit is seriously surreal you guys

JEANIST HAVE YOU CHECKED OUT MY META TAG I HAVE WRITTEN SO MANY ESSAYS. I ACTUALLY WAS PLANNING ON WRITING ANOTHER ESSAY ABOUT THE THING THAT I’M PRETTY SURE HAWKS IS ABOUT TO BRING UP, BUT I NEVER GOT AROUND TO IT WHOOPS, BUT MAYBE I WILL NOW LOL LET’S SEE HOW IT GOES

yes!!

WHICH AFO FUCKING ENSURED HE WOULD BE BY LITERALLY PLANNING OUT EVERY LAST DETAIL OF HIS FAMILY TRAGEDY, FROM SECRETLY GIVING TENKO THE QUIRK TO MAKING SURE NO CIVILIANS OR HEROES WOULD HELP HIM UNTIL AFO FINALLY STEPPED IN. I’M 1000% CONVINCED THIS IS THE CASE YOU GUYS. NOT JUST BECAUSE I’M NOT A FAN OF “THE WORLD IS A FUNDAMENTALLY SHITTY PLACE, ACTUALLY” TAKES BECAUSE MISTER ROGERS TOLD ME TO ALWAYS LOOK FOR THE HELPERS, BUT ALSO BECAUSE IT LITERALLY JUST DOESN’T MAKE A LICK OF SENSE OTHERWISE. THEIR ENTIRE HOUSE CAVED IN FFS, YOU’RE TELLING ME NONE OF THE NEIGHBORS FUCKING OVERHEARD THAT SHIT AND WENT “UMMMMMMMMM” AND WENT TO SEE WHAT WAS GOING ON?? “DIDN’T THERE USED TO BE A HOUSE HERE, AND LIKE A WHOLE FAMILY, AND SHIT?”

LIKE I’M SORRY, BUT IT’S ONE THING TO SAY IT’S REALISTIC THAT NOT A SINGLE PERSON WOULD ATTEMPT TO HELP THE WANDERING TRAUMATIZED CHILD AFTERWARDS (WHICH I DISAGREE WITH AS WELL BUT AT LEAST THAT’S MORE SUBJECTIVE), AND IT’S A WHOLE OTHER THING TO ARGUE THAT IT’S REALISTIC THAT NO ONE WOULD BE FUCKING NOSY. LIKE THAT’S A WHOLE DIFFERENT LEVEL OF “THAT’S NOT HOW ANY OF THIS WORKS” ENTIRELY LOL. anyway tl;dr AFO is a piece of shit and Tomura’s entire worldview is based on a magnificently intricate and savagely cruel lie more at 11

anyway so after all that ranting it looks like that wasn’t even what Hawks was talking about after all lol. I just went off for absolutely no reason lol oh well. instead it seems that Hawks is suggesting that Tomura’s carefully cultivated hatred might not yet have actually reached “can defeat OFA” levels even after all of that trauma. interesting!

don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here while my brain furiously scrambles to put together all the parallels between Hawks and Tomura that it never noticed before until exactly this second. like I’m not even sure that was the intent here at all (I need to check out another translation or two lol), but regardless my mind decided that now would be the perfect time to make the connection between these two twenty-somethings who both had horrific childhoods and spent years being molded by their respective manipulative guardians, and developed eerily similar “laugh at everything because what else can you do” coping mechanisms to deal with it all hmmmmm

anyway so they were talking more about their strategy, but now all of a sudden Jeanist’s phone is beeping??

AND NOW WE’RE CUTTING AWAY TO ALL MIGHT AND HIS MIGHTMOBILE DAMMIT so that means the call to Jeanist was actually something important then!! WAS IT BAKUGOU OMG. DOES YOUR INTERN WANT A WORD FFFKLFSJK please it’s been so long I just need a little crumb or two to tide me over lmao have mercy

anyway so All Might’s following the GPS tracking device he’s apparently got planted on Deku (which in my conspiracy headcanons he’s actually had for a long time now, like since before DvK2 lol because HOW ELSE WOULD HAVE HAVE KNOWN THAT THEY WERE FIGHTING EACH OTHER IN GROUND BETA, PEOPLE) and thinking angsty thoughts about Deku’s sucky life

AND NOW ALL MIGHT’S PHONE IS RINGING TOO?? BAKUGOU HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE YOU CALLING. “WHERE ARE YOU HIDING THE NERD GODDAMMIT”

OMG

lol is he under attack or is he just finally giving All Might the slip like we all know he SECRETLY PLANNED TO ALL ALONG oh my poor dumb angstmuffin

OMG AHHHHHHH WHAT

DID ALL MIGHT JUST FUCKING DIE LMAO NO OF COURSE NOT, BUT WHAT

WHAT IS HAPPENING OMG

THE FUCK IS THAT. AT LEAST IT’S NOT A NAIL

OH IT’S A SPEAKER!! OMG DID THEY TAKE ALL MIGHT HOSTAGE

“THEY’RE HERE” WELP, TIME TO SEE JUST HOW SHITTY THIS SHITTY PLAN REALLY IS LOL

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SHE!!!!

omg. AND OVERHAUL JUST CHILLING THERE IN THE BACKGROUND ALL “WHAT DO YOU EVEN WANT ME TO DO I’VE GOT NO FUCKING ARMS” YEAH GOOD RIDDANCE LOL

DOES THIS GIRL HAVE ONE GIANT LEG OR WHAT, LIKE WHAT’S THE DEAL HERE

-- HOLD UP WAIT, THE GUN IS HER ARM, HOLY SHIT SHE CAN TURN INTO A GUN -- OKAY HOLD UP BECAUSE I NEED TO SAY THAT IN BIGGER TEXT BECAUSE !!!!

YOU GUYS, THE COOL TARTARUS GIRL IS BACK AND HER QUIRK IS “CAN TURN INTO A FUCKING GUN.” THIS IS NOT A DRILL!! MY BEST GIRL MT. GUN IS FINALLY BACK ON THE SCENE WITH HER QUIRK “CAN DO ANYTHING A GUN CAN DO.” “I HEARD Y’ALL WENT AND NAMED ONE OF YOUR HEROES ‘GUNHEAD’ EVEN THOUGH HIS HEAD ISN’T EVEN A GUN, LIKE WTF IS UP WITH THAT LET ME SHOW YOU HOW IT’S DONE” DANG OKAY

lmao only fifteen pages this week, and STILL NO KACCHAN (THEN WHO WAS PHONE!!!), but man I don’t even care because finally we’ve got a cliffhanger that’s actually deserving of being a cliffhanger! hot dog. okay then

#bnha 311 #endeavor #hawks (bnha)#takami keigo #shigaraki tomura #best jeanist #all might #midoriya izuku #cool tartarus gun transforming girl #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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Slow Morning: Hunter x Reader

Request: Hey! Could you do a fluffy one shot about Hunter and the reader having a slow morning, like lots of cuddles and just very soft? Thanks! - @delicatecashew

Summary: You and Hunter spend a nice morning in each other’s arms.

Words: 500+

Warnings: none

As you slowly regain consciousness, drifting out of a dream, you squint at the light streaming through the windows. You turn your head, finding Hunter beside you, one arm still around you.

You try not to move too much so you don’t wake him, but you’re well aware he’s a light sleeper and is bound to wake up no matter what.

Soon enough, his eyes open as well, and he smiles at you, “Good morning sweetheart,”

“Good morning,” you snuggle in close to his chest.

“Sleep well?”

“Better than I have in months. Maybe even years,” you laugh. “You?”

“Pretty well, yeah,” he kisses your forehead.

This wasn’t necessarily a normal morning for the two of you, you rarely get to spend moments together like this. Your ship needed some major repairs, so you and the rest of the crew had to find somewhere else to stay for the night, or however many rotations it takes. That led you to a nice inn somewhere in the city, and you were able to afford a few different rooms, allowing you and Hunter to be alone together.

Now that you’re experiencing it though, you’re not sure you ever want to give it up.

You push yourself back just enough that you can see Hunter’s face, tracing his tattoos with your finger, “What if we just…stayed here?”

“I wish we could,” he sighs. “But we’ll be recognized sooner or later, and we barely got in here without those stupid chain codes,”

“Can we pretend the Empire doesn’t exist for a minute?” you run your hand through his hair. “Please?”

“Maybe just a minute,” he grins, leaning in and kissing you.

You stay in that moment of bliss, forgetting all your problems and focusing only on his warmth. You haven’t even bothered to look at the time, you just want to hold each other like this forever.

You hear a knock on the door, followed by noises of short circuiting and the door finally sliding open.

You jump, and Hunter instinctively reaches for his blaster on the nightstand.

“It’s just me guys!” Wrecker yells, running into the room. “Sorry about that, I couldn’t remember the code to open it,”

Hunter sighs, gesturing towards the fried control panel, “Wrecker, we’re gonna have to pay for that,”

“Eh, Tech and Echo can probably fix it,” he shrugs.

“Hunter! Y/N!!” Omega runs in and leaps onto your bed. “You have to come downstairs! They have free breakfast and there’s more food than I’ve ever seen in my life!”

The rest of the Batch follow close behind, Tech entering first, “Well, technically it’s included in the price of our stay-“

“Come on!” she pulls at your hands. “It’s only open for another hour!”

“Okay, okay, we’ll be right down,” Hunter laughs, and she runs off giddily with the others.

“Damn, I totally forgot about breakfast,” you throw off the covers and start getting dressed. “We’ve been eating rations for so long, I can’t even remember what good food tastes like,”

“I know,” he shakes his head.

You finish getting ready and head for the broken door, before, Hunter pulls you aside.

“One more?”

You smile, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him once again.

#the bad batch x reader #sergeant hunter x reader #tbb hunter x reader #the bad batch imagine #sergeant hunter imagine #sergeant hunter #tbb hunter #the bad batch

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Born to be wild - Chapter 4

Synopsis: Joining F1 as one of the first female drivers you knew was going to be a challenge but you weren’t prepared to deal with one particular asshole on the tracks. With the urge to win so strong within each racer, will romance pave the way? Or will it destroy everything?

Word count: 1.7k

Author’s note: To make up for the lack of Niki last chapter, I'm hoping to get these chapters out more regularly!

Warnings: Swearing

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You twirled your spanner in your hand, feeling the harsh metal catch on your skin as it grazed over it. You were eyeing up the car before you, determining all the ways you might improve the machine to your liking. You wore your blue jumpsuit which had already obtained oil stains without even getting near the car yet. Today the garage was empty, most of the crew having the common sense to take a day off unlike you. You knew from driving it that the car needed to be improved and instead of telling your team and risking offending them, you took matters into your own hands. Plus you were just itching to get your hands dirty.

You climbed down onto your knees and then onto your back, pushing yourself under the car to observe the underside. The thing needed a clean, rust and grime underneath it making you grimace but at the moment that wasn’t what you were focused on. You started to loosen a few of the screws in order to access some of the wiring. If you were able to get to the inner part of the engine, you might be able to rewire some of the boosters improving your speed.

As you got to work you were humming to yourself a tune you had heard on the radio this morning and so you didn’t hear the sound of footsteps approaching you. As the top half of your body was under the car, you didn’t notice the man approaching and then leaning on the wall beside you, observing your movements.

“You’re just wrecking the engine.”

A groan left your lips as you heard that Austrian accent ring out across the room, sending a wave of irritation straight through your body. Of course, if anyone would be here during the off day, it would be Niki Lauda and seemingly he was still pissed about the other day and had come over deliberately to test your patience even further.

You grasped a hold of the panelling and thrusted yourself out from under the car to glare up Niki who was looking down at you.

“You really have nothing better to do than come and ruin my day?” you spat out to him.

Niki tilted his head as he observed you, his eyes narrowing for a moment in a way that always made you feel self-conscious as you wanted to know what he was thinking about you.

“I am merely doing you a favour and correcting your mistakes,” he finally revealed, raising his voice in a light hearted manner though you knew it was really cover for his mocking tone. Knowing this, in response you snort, shaking your head at the man as your lips twitch into a smirk.

“Yeah right, like I’d believe that.”

“You don’t trust the word of one of the best drivers?” he asked, his lips dipping down into a frown.

You placed your hands down on the concrete floor and steadily pushed yourself up to your feet so Niki was no longer standing over you, instead you stood face to face with the man.

“I don’t trust the fact that an asshole would want to help me at all, especially with how rude you were to me previously.”

“I was justified in my actions. You made a stupid move,” he stated as if it was obvious.

You groaned again in amazement, throwing up your hands, shaking your head as you spun away from him for a moment, not wanting to even look at him but the pressure to get the last word made you turn back around.

“There it is again, your arrogance is astounding.”

“I am merely stating what happened, I can’t help the fact that you can’t accept the truth.”

“You speak about accepting the truth.” Niki scoffed, looking away in thought, looking perplexed by the mere idea of it. His angry eyes quickly snapped back to your own though when you say the next words. “You can’t accept that there are better drivers than you.”

“What, like you?”

“I could beat you in a race!” you exclaimed without thinking. All you could feel was the anger towards Niki creeping up in your veins again, making you be irrational.

“You didn’t last time.”

“Yeah well, why don’t we test it out again? Just me and you on the track.”

Niki rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his body. “Why would I waste the tires, fuel and risk my life for a petty race?”

“Fine if you want to be a pussy and back out of it...”

You turned your back to Niki to polish the front of the car but you knew that the remark would make him frown at you, his ego damaged. You could feel his eyes burn into your back, his gaze apparently unwavering until after a few minutes of thoughts racing through his mind he came to a decision.

“Fine, if you really want me to prove to you again that I am the better driver,” he states as he quickly turns and walks out of the garage. You run after him to shout out and get the last word,

“You’ll be eating my ass!”

He turned around again at you, briefly a smirk appearing on his thin lips.

“We’ll see.” he shouts back and then saunters into his garage, once again taking the last word.

You weren’t prepared to take the car out and you knew the team would not be happy with you for doing so but Niki made you so mad you had no control over your own decisions. You were irrational and hot-headed around him and now that led to you driving the car out onto the track and waiting for Niki to pull the car up beside you.

Niki sent you one last sarcastic look with a raised eyebrow through his helmet. Driving over to the starting line, the two of you agreed on a count down. When ready the two of you started to count down from three and as you both hit zero, the two of you shot forward, speeding side by side as you started the race along the straight line of the first part of the track.

Soon however the two of you reached the first turn of the track. Niki once again took the underside and pushed forward on the accelerator he took the lead. As he turned the corner he slammed the break making the car drift as he made a sharp turn, quickly getting around the corner. He ensured the car took up most of the track however to make sure you wouldn’t try and get past him again like last time.

You quickly pushed around the corner as well but you weren’t able to pull off as sharp of a move, therefore not being as quick as him and subsequently finding yourself stuck behind him. Pushing down on the clutch and turning the wheel, you were able to reach back up to Niki’s side, who had been driving at a leisurely pace, his arrogance already believing he would stay in front. So when he saw your car drive past his left side, his head quickly snapped to you in surprise and then back to the road, clutching the gear tighter.

He caught up to you again, and this time he started to drift slowly left cutting you off the track. You instantly had to pump the brakes to slow down and avoid a potential collision as he pushed over. It was a dirty move on his part, from someone who was mad at you for less and the thought of it had you fuming.

Once again you pushed forward in the car, attempting to catch up with Niki but he was able to push the car further, keeping the distance between the two of you. Another turn came up and Niki was able to make a smoother and more closed in turn whereas you had to go wide which cost you a few more seconds of time.

Still putting everything you got in the car, you slammed the accelerator and rushed forward again to get side by side with Niki as the two of you turned another corner together. Now it was the final straight strip of track and the two of you were neck in neck. Both of you were pushing on the accelerator trying to get the car to go faster, however, Niki had obviously worked on his car improving it’s speed as he shot forward and past the finish line first.

He pulled up ahead of you as you slowed down and stopped on the track, hitting your head against the steering wheel to let out your frustration. You had been so certain you could beat Niki and yet once again he won against you and you knew he would be holding it against you. As you looked up now you could see the very man had taken off his helmet and was strutting towards you with a very self-serving smirk.

You knew you couldn’t hide away from it, that would just be cowardly and something he certainly wouldn’t forget so instead, you gathered the strength to pull yourself out of the car, yanking your helmet off and turning to Niki.

“I told you-” he began and instantly made you roll your eyes.

“Yes, go on and brag about it. I know you will be for the rest of the year.”

Niki chuckled and looked away for a moment, flicking his tongue over his lip then glancing back at you.

“I don’t need to brag, you will always remember how I beat you fair and square today.”

“You’re such an asshole” you murmur, starting to turn away from the man but still he continued to talk to you.

“Can you think of any other insult apart from an asshole?”

You shot back around to him, your eyes glaring.

“Yes, motherfucker, wanker, jerk, twat, pain in my ass,” you paused for a second, “Rat.”

Niki just crossed his arms, his eyes gazing over you as his tongue flickers out again. “Not creative enough, James already calls me all of those.”

“Are you just determined to criticize everything I do?”

“You’re angry, that’s good. Use your anger to focus your driving.”

“Why would you want to help me?”

“I don’t, the worse you are the better for me. However, if your driving improves, you are less likely to cause an accident next time.”

Heat flared up inside of you realising his alter motives but before you could shout any words at him, he had already turned around and was walking away from you without looking back once.

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a-lovers-remorse · 2 years

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What Comes After The End Of The World

Part 1

Dangerous Fellows x OC (Carmafe). A bit of a fix-it fic because I wasn't happy with the in-game MC; she is too nice for my personal taste along with other problems I had with the game. The MC of the Dangerous fellows games has been made into a separate character for the purposes of this fic and I've named her Macey.

Disclaimer: If you like Lawrence, this fic is NOT for you. I have beef with this boy and it's about to show through.

“I’m lost, I’m lost, I’m melting and I’m stupid and I’m lost” I mumble to myself, trekking along the main road. It was so isolated I was confident my singing wouldn’t draw any zombies; I wasn’t even crouched anymore. I swung my bow around, just careful to not smash it against anything. “I just HAD to go scavenging tonight. I was just SOOOO dang tired yesterday when it was 10 degrees cooler, taking 3 whole naps. Ugh,” irritated with my own inconvenience I stopped to take a look around. Not a single person in sight, living or otherwise. I stripped off my jacket, tying it around my waist, taking a second to add more cupcake fragrance into my face mask. The reek of decaying corpses still lingered, no matter how long ago they’d died or left. My fingers brushed against my phone when I put the oil back into my bag, but I decided against it, that type of arrogance would be guaranteed to ask for trouble. I was standing on a street that divided residential areas from the stores. I was in plain sight, but there hadn’t been any noticeable movement in this area for a while.

"Where the fuck is that school?“ I asked the wind, regretting that I’d chosen to leave the maps back home. "It’s supposed to house middle schoolers AND high schoolers and I CAN’T FIND IT!?” I resist the urge to let out a louder yell. I take another look around, trying to remember the landmarks. A corner deli seemed particularly promising, so after I grabbed another bottle of water and some gum I continued down the road. The unmistakable groans of the dead met me 3 blocks later.

My bow came up as I fell into a crouching position, but I hadn’t been spotted. I crept closer, counting 15 zombies milling around a tall metal gate that seemed promising. Of course, they would linger in front of the one building I need to get into, why wouldn’t they? Why doesn’t everyone come out we’ll have a fucking rave. The sun had started to set, and the shadows made it difficult to discern if there were more zombies. But seriously, why does it seem like every zombie in the neighborhood conjugated here? I debated killing them all, but I wouldn’t have enough time to burn all of them before nightfall. As isolated as this place seems, I don’t want to run into anyone. I start a slow circle around the building, giving myself plenty of distance from the moving stink bombs. The gate would have been the easiest way but it would have drawn even more undead here and I wasn’t about to fight them on a new moon night again.

I found a patch along the left side of the wall; clear of any shrubbery that could make noise and slightly ruined so I wouldn’t have to reach as high to grab the top of the wall.

Running start, don’t lead with your chest.

I strap the bow onto my back and take a few steps back. Running start, push into the wall, step, grab. YES! I pull myself up, smug as all get out before I remembered I actually had to get down. There weren’t any zombies in the school courtyard, so I decided to take a hit. I stood on the ledge, took my bow in my hand, ran forward a few feet and then threw myself to the side. I stifle a groan on impact, the blunt end of something jabbing itself into my side. I stood up and shook off the shock, making sure none of my arrows had fallen out of my quiver. I took a second to look over the conjoined buildings. The one on the right has taller doors, probably the high school. They’re statistically more likely to have what I need. I stalk towards the building, looking over the windows blocked with wooden panels. Someone lives here. Or at least, they did at some point. After some small debate, I switch out my bow for a hand knife and push into the school. I was in some random hallway, with no direction, so I just started walking. One peek through cracked doors showed regular classrooms. This isn’t the science wing. I passed by a smaller hallway that had large double doors on one end and a classroom that was boarded up. But nothing of interest to me so I kept on. This place would be a nightmare to safeguard. After sweeping through one floor I headed upstairs, noting how peculiar the stair design was. There’s a gap between the staircase above and below narrowing down until they met at a ledge on the next level. Thank goodness I have my mask on, this dust would have-

"What the hell!?“ fuck fuck fuck I zoned out again! I jumped up on the ledge pulling out my bow and arrows in one smooth motion. My eyes fell to the dude that had spoken. A redhead with a face mask and school uniform stood beside a classroom door, bewildered; but he put his hands up when he saw my bow.

"Who are you!” I demanded.

"I think we should be asking you that,“ a brunette with glasses stepped out of the classroom, blocking my view of the redhead. Other people started stepping out of the classroom, easily outnumbering me. Well, fuck me then.

"I’m Lawrence, please put the bow down and we can talk. We’re not zombies; we’re not going to hurt you,” The brunette spoke again with a smile, but there was an unmistakable coldness in his eyes. I refused to budge, taking a quick headcount. 4 more males and 5 females had stepped out. A blonde was clinging on to the redhead, a dude with a red jacket to her other side. A tall brunette with long hair hung back with short bobbed brunette while the other 5 formed a wall between the front half and the back half of the group. Three boys, tall with a baseball bat, platinum hair in a blue hoodie and shorter blonde with a face mask, and 2 girls, one with bright orange hair and a blue jacket, the other a brunette with gorgeous blue eyes in a white tee and sweats.

"Is this all of you?“ I ask, counting one more time. 11. They’re all kids.

"Yes,” the platinum blonde boy interjects. I pause for a second, before putting my arrow down and sitting on the ledge as a sign of good faith. “Are you bit?”

"No, and I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to jump the gun like that. Not too many survivors out there ya know,“ I talk slowly, trying to diffuse the tension I created.

"What are you doing here? How did you even get in?” The original redhead asks, despite the clinging blonde trying to shush him.

"I was just doing a supply run, there was a lower wall that I jumped. I thought-“

"We don’t have any food so just go!” The blonde that was clinging to the school uniform redhead spoke up, seemingly emboldened now that my bow wasn’t in my hands.

"I wasn’t looking for food I was-“

"Look she’s bleeding! She did get bit!” The blonde screamed, pointing at me in horror. Everyone took a step back and I looked down, blood was, in fact, seeping through my jeans.

"No, when I jumped the wall-“

"GET OUT! SHE COULD BE INFECTED!”

"Can someone get this toddler back into her fucking crib so I can talk to the adults here?“ I snarled, glaring at the blonde.

"You-!”

"Zion, take her back into the classroom" Lawrence spoke up again; he seems to be their leader. The redhead I’d threatened dragged the girl into the classroom they’d walked out of, 1-c. We could hear her muffled protests but not being able to see her had calmed me down some.

"As I was saying, I don’t need food, I was looking for chemicals. Does this school have a science hall?“ I say again, looking directly at their leader. ” I can give you all the food in my bag, it could probably last you guys a couple of days.“ The remaining kids looked at each other before Lawrence nodded into the classroom.

"Could you give us a minute to discuss? Ethan keep an eye on her,” Lawrence walked back in with the other kids, only the tall one with a baseball bat, Ethan, staying outside with me. I nodded to him, but he didn’t reply so I sat there, swinging my legs. I could hear vaguely hear the sounds of a girl arguing, but I didn’t really care. You just had to stick your nose where it didn’t belong. The classroom door opens and the boy with platinum hair sticks his head out.

"Are you by yourself?“ I nod immediately. ”..Okay. Leave the food in the classroom and we’ll take you to the science hall.“ I walk into 1-c, Ethan trailing in behind me. The windows on the far side of the room are cracked, a pile of 6 desks were joined into one big table in the center of the room.

"Don’t mind Scarlett, she gets scared easily,” platinum blonde says, nodding to the blond girl glaring at me from the corner. I go to the tables and take out my 2 weeks supply of food; granola bars, cans of beans, ravioli, and fruit in syrup, bags of chips and dried jerky.

"Wow, where did you find all of this!“ The redhead girl asks, leaning over to inspect the can of peaches.

"I’ve had it for a while,” I shrug, throwing one last bag of twinkies on to the pile and tipping my bag upside down to emphasize it’s emptiness, making Ethan stall now.

“Is this really fine?” he asks, staring intenly at my bag, as if wondering if I hid more food. “This is everything you have.”

“Hm? Oh yeah, it’s fine,” I wave him off, tucking back in the foam padding around the edges. “I’m bunkering down near here, the rest of my food is there; I’ll be fine.” He shrugs, accepting my answer and taking a step back.

"You’ll have to leave your bow and arrows too,“ Lawrence jumps in, "safety measures. You understand.” Now I definitely hesitated. I looked around, everyone seeming a bit more sinister now. No, they’re just kids, it’ll be okay. As long as they don’t all try to jump me at once it’ll be okay. Platinum smiles at me, and I put my weapons down. I step back into the hall and a group of 6 kids escort me to the science room.

"I’m Harry, by the way,“ the boy with platinum hair introduces himself, trying to ease the tension. "I don’t think I caught your name.”

"Carmafe,“ I answer him. "And I really am sorry about threatening you all, it’s been a while since I’ve run across more survivors. And in such a large group no less.”

"It’s easy to get jumpy out there. But you should probably apologize to Zion before you go, he was the one you directly threatened.“

"Hey Carmafe,” the girl with gorgeous blues eyes spoke up. “I’m Macey. How did you hurt your leg?”

"I jumped off the wall because I didn’t have a better plan to get down; I hadn’t even noticed I was bleeding.“ I sigh, slowly becoming more aware of the pain in my shin and ankle. "I think I have some band-aids though, I’ll be fine.”

We made it to the science hall, and I explore every inch of the classroom as my entourage watches me. Drawers full of beakers, flasks, and constables. Bunsen burners, goggles, test tubes, and tongs. All wrong. I made it to the back of the room, but a white door wouldn’t budge.

"Can I try to get it open?“ I ask. They all turn to Lawrence who nods. I tug on the door twice for good measure.

"I think we have a crowbar somewhere if-” Harry was cut off by the sound of splintering wood. My kick had landed perfectly and my foot went right through the door, all the way up to my lower thigh.

"These doors tend to be pretty weak, “ I comment to no one in particular, trying to not make it noticeable that I was struggling to yank my leg out. I finally managed to pull it out, ignoring the pain as the wood cut into my skin. I pretended not to hear the gasps behind me as I pull down my pants leg to hide the scratches and cuts now running all the way up my leg.

"Are you ok?” Harry jogs up to me, trying to bend down to look at my leg but I step back.

"I’ll be fine, it looks worse than it is. But do you think you could help me pull these bottles out?“ I nodded to the open closet, stacked high with dark brown glass bottles. Harry, Macey and the girl with bobbed hair, Sue, helped me bring down all of the bottles and line them up across 3 tabletops. Once they were all down, I started inspecting them slowly.

"What exactly are you looking for?” Macey asks, grabbing the bottle closest to her.

"I have a thing for science", I lift each bottle and move it around until I get enough light to be able to read the names. Perchloroethylene, urease, thiourea. No, no and no.

“ I was trying to think of a long term survival plan and something told me I should give chemistry a try.” Yes, keep it vague. “There was something I wanted to try, but the ingredients aren’t usually found in common household cleaning supplies.” I sigh in frustration. Barium Carbonate, Gibberellic Acid, Methyl Violet, Zinc Acetate. No no these are all wrong.

“I’m going to be honest, I’m not entirely sure what chemicals I’m looking for. I thought I’d get a better idea for my plan when I actually had things in front of me. This is what I get for not planning things better.” I glance back at Lawrence, who’d been following my every move from his seated position on a table, “are you positive I can take these?”

"Help yourself.“

I go over the bottles again slowly, picking out the 6 molar acetic acid, sodium bifluroide, bromoform, perchloric acid, Ammonium Perchlorate, solid magnesium, and sodium ferricyanide. I should have brought my duffel bag, I don’t really want to make a second trip, but I can’t exactly take everything.

"I think this is it,” I adjust my bag on to my back and smile at them. “thank you for your help”

"Wait, we should bandage your leg before you go!“ Harry walks back into the classroom, a small first aid kit in hands. I shake my head and step back from him.

"That’s really nice but you guys should save your supplies for your group. Anyways I want to get going so I don’t get caught out in the dar-” I point to the window, but finally understand why I was having such a hard time reading the glass bottles. The sun had just set, and I hadn’t even noticed. I let out a frustrated hum that didn’t go unnoticed.

"It wouldn’t be right for you to walk back in the dark, would you consider staying the night here?“ Lawrence offers a helping hand, both literally and figuratively. Reasonably, I hesitate. But there isn’t an immediate protest from the group present, and I wasn’t sure I could make the trek back in the dark. Even with the noise-canceling precautions I’d taken with my bags, I wouldn’t be able to muffle the sound of the banging glass if I tried or needed to sprint.

"You could keep your arrows with you,” Harry offers.

"Not a guarantee but it could be arranged,“ Lawrence amends stepping forward in a motion that almost suggests handing over my backpack. As much as I wanted to turn it down, he had a point, I couldn’t make it back with the backpack.

"If you all will allow it,” I give a small bow, “ I would appreciate and be indebted to you for being housed here for the night.” I thought I could hear someone snicker, but I didn’t try to pinpoint who. A hand was placed on my shoulder and I suppressed a flinch.

“You can be grateful after we convince everyone else to let you stay, we do all contribute to big decisions,” Lawrence laughs, leading us like ducklings in a row, back downstairs.

#If any of you recognize this #I took this down from my other blog that was only focused on one fandom #and made this blog for multifandom writing #so i moved it here #dangerous fellows #dangerous fellows oc #dangerous fellows lawrence #dangerous fellows ethan #dangerous fellows eugene #dangerous fellows harry #dangerous fellows zion #dangerous fellows fic

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bigteefsmallbrain · 3 years

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SOULMATE AU HEADCANONS

So, Soulmate AU where when you talk out loud to yourself, your soulmate can hear you and vice versa, but actively trying to have a conversation with them doesn't work. I'm here, it's 8:43 in the afternoon as opposed to 3:29 AM when I first came up with this.

SOULMATE AU HEADCANONS FOR: Shoto Todoroki, Rin Okumura, and Sakura Haruno

Shoto Todoroki

Aha, good luck finding out you have a soulmate in the first place with this one

He literally does not speak out loud to himself

Not at first that is

He also is clueless about soulmates, like, as soon as he hears your voice he’s google searching “Why is there a voice in my head talking about how their family is disrespecting Ramen?”

When he does realize that it’s his soulmate, he won’t actively pursue speaking to himself or finding you

Actively being the key word here

He wants to believe he doesn’t care and that his soulmate, whoever they are, will just get in his way

But that doesn’t stop him from focusing solely on you when you talk

Or trying to reply to you sometimes

And it certainly doesn’t stop him from subconsciously starting to speak to himself

Which, by the way, scared the piss out of you the first time

You didn’t even know you had a soulmate till that point

so hearing a male voice in your head go “I can’t believe they only serve hot soba here”

Would understandably frighten you

He doesn’t even realize it at first until his father gets pissed at him for mumbling

And he’s just like “oh” and immediately stops, as soon as he realizes from then on

Like you’ll be going about your day, hear him start to speak, then cut himself off

Which is disappointing

His sudden radio silence changes drastically after his fight with Midoriya

Like after getting knocked out by Bakugo and being put into the infirmary, he decides to check over himself while mumbling or if Recovery Girl lists his injuries for him, he’ll repeat them under his breath

Which, scares you obviously, but you’re also glad he’s not dead or something

He starts rating cold soba that he has or has had in the past

Reviewing his day

Talking about Midoriya

Which worries you, does he have a crush? Are they just good friends? Is this ‘Midoriya’ going to steal your soulmate

I stg, Midoriya has become a love rival and the poor boy has no idea

You’re stalking him on the internet trying to find anything you can on him to make sure you can outdo anything he does

He can knit? Oh look, professional lessons and equipment

He does Yoga? Aha, you have never been more flexible in your life

Anything he’s done? You are now doing it better than he ever could

Todoroki doesn’t have this same fear, his parents weren’t soulmates, and he fully trusts you, you’re made for each other, literally

When you finally meet, it’s so unexpected, and he blue screens

Here? Now? Who? What’s yesterday?

He’s not functioning

Todoroki.exe has crashed

Person too pretty

You’re not any better though

Honestly, have you seen this man? He’s model material

Worth millions

You both stare at each other for a good while before Midoriya comes and breaks the silence

And Todoroki makes the mistake of going “Oh, hey Midoriya” and paying attention to him

The fire has been lit, RIP Midoriya Izuku, an innocent man

Rin Okumura

You have a collection of recipes

He talks A LOT when cooking, like, he’s a walking cookbook, going through each step and ingredient

Even for recipes of his own creation

Which he never writes down and frequently forgets

So when you meet, he’s convinced he died and went to heaven

All his beautifully crafted recipes and instructions, he may cry when you show them to him

He also reads out loud to himself, so prepare for that

All the Manga, any book he may read, some new recipe he found on the internet

He reads it out, and sometimes does different voices for other characters

Which is great and all, but since he’s a dropout, it’s literally at all the worst times

Doing a math quiz? He’s crying while reading a romance manga

Trying to study? Good luck with that, he’s dramatically reenacting a action manga panel

He watches Hell's Kitchen and other cooking shows

And RAMBLES

He’s talking about how this technique would be better

Or how he should try recreating that dish later

Critiquing how something turned out

Making a dish along with the show

Now, for him, every time he hears your voice, he freezes

Like, physically freezes

No thoughts, head empty, only soulmate

He will not respond until you’re done talking to yourself

And he commits whatever you say to memory

If you talk about a certain food, he is IMMEDIATELY in the kitchen either A) Learning the recipe for it, or B) Making sure he can still cook it

I can, nearly guarantee, that this man will invite you to his home for breakfast/lunch/dinner when you meet, and cook literally everything you’ve ever mentioned

And continue to cook for you after that

Like, he goes from “I wish to eliminate my birth father” to “The way of the house husband, Okumura style”

When you both meet, he pounces on you

No, I mean literally

He leaps on top of you

No hesitation

As soon as he hears your voice

It’s a immediate cuddle session on the floor

Or if you manage to stay upright, he’s clinging to you like a koala

No, you can’t escape or avoid

And if you DO stay upright, he will continue to lunge at you every time he is within jumping distance

Sakura Haruno

Yes, she may be seen as annoying or useless, but I like her, so I’m going to self indulge, and you can’t stop me

That doesn’t mean I'm gonna sugar coat this though

THIS GIRL GOES THROUGH ALL FIVE STAGES OF GRIEF IN THREE HOURS, AND MOST OF IT IS CRYING

She has spent who knows how long pursuing a toxic, probably Naruto-sexual, duck lookin emo DISASTER only to find out he’s NOT her soulmate?

“I went on this diet, and for what? Nothing”

“I bet it’s wrong, it has to be, right? Sasuke can’t NOT be my soulmate, RIGHT!?”

Yeah, she’s in a sad/denial state for about a week after that

And even after, she’s still salty

It’s not until Sasuke leaves, telling Sakura to go pursue HER soulmate instead of some stupid skin deep crush that she really begins to get OVER him and get INTO you

Except you’ve had enough of her Sasuke BS, so she not only needs to let go of her long time crush, but also make it up to her soulmate

The first time she says something about getting over Sasuke and wanting to be with her soulmate, you laugh, and she hears because you DON’T want to talk to her

“Does she really think one sentence is going to fix years of heartbreak?”

Now, when you put it like that, she cringes, and realizes that there's a lot of damage she caused

Honestly, when you two meet, you don’t recognize each other immediately, due to the fact that you don’t speak to her often or care to remember her voice

You probably found her with her head in her hands, probably eating away her woes at Ichirakus

You slide in, very smoothly, might I add, and ask what’s wrong while ordering yourself a bowl

She tells you the surface, that a friend ran from the village, which is true, but not what she’s sad about

You give her advice, chit chat a bit longer, getting to know each other, before paying for both her and your bowl and heading off

Never gave any names, just friendly conversation

You run into each other more frequently, growing closer with each talk, finally knowing each others names

Never mentioning meeting each other when talking to yourselves though

Eventually, using your advice when Sakura mentioned her soulmate was mad at her, you grew to forgive your soulmate

The two of you got such Deja Vu because of it too, since you were talking to each other and listening to the other ramble to themselves

Till one day, one of you mention the others name

And the other is like, “Oh my gosh [Y/N or Sakura] is my soulmate”

And then you both know

And the next time you see each other it’s a bit awkward, until Sakura says “So uh, I used your advice”

And you burst out laughing, conversation flowing as it would from there

You do hold a vendetta against Sasuke though, and after getting to know Sakura, it just gets 10 times worse

Like you’re ready to knock his teeth in if you ever see him

The pure, unadulterated rage you hold for him grows with every hate crime against Sakura he makes

Like, she tries to help him, now platonically, and he tries to kill her

There is no end to your rage

Everyone knows not to mention his name around you now

White boy better run and run fast if y’all ever meet

Yes, I do simp for pink haired characters, what are you gonna do about it?

If you’d like to see more headcanons, be that for this AU, or something else, feel free to submit an ask or comment! I hope you enjoyed these little headcanons!

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