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Michael After Midnight: The Top 30 Death Scenes in Movies

Death, the only sure thing in life besides taxes, or the government fucking up,or furries being able to draw detailed pornography of a new Pokemon .002 nanoseconds after the 3D models are leaked, or... Okay, there’s a lot of things you can expect in life, but death is the big one, and since no one is making movies about furries lovingly drawing Hatterene’s lips around a cock, it’s what we’re going to be talking about tonight.

There is lots of death in films. There’s cool, cathartic deaths where villains get what’s coming to them; there are sad, tragic deaths that invoke feelings from the audience; there are funny deaths that mine black comedy for all it’s worth; death really just comes in many forms. Tonight, I’ll be highlighting 30 of my favorite deaths, kills, and violent ends from all across cinema, the ones I think are worth mentioning more than any others. Some will make you laugh, some will make you cry, and some might actually make you vomit, so before we start...

TRIGGER WARNING! THIS LIST CONTAINS SOME REALLY GORY DEATHS IN THE IMAGES AND LINKED VIDEOS. THOUGH THEY ARE FICTIONAL, THIS IS YOUR WARNING.

Oh yeah, and since we’re talking about character’s dying, SPOILER ALERT! There is open talking about twists, character fates, and all that throughout!

...And one more thing. The picture up there is just a joke, cuz this is about scenes where people die, and not scenes where Death is the best part. If that were the case, the list would be a lot shorter and the entirety of Bill & Ted’s Bogus Journey would be #1, followed by Death’s appearance in Last Action Hero and Death’s appearance in The Adventures of Baron Munchausen. And maybe Christopher Walken in Click.

With that out of the way, let’s make like James A. Janisse and start counting those kills!

30. Make Like a Tree and Leaf

Rudolph and Frosty’s Christmas in July

Good ol’ Rankin-Bass and their fun little holiday specials! They’re always so fun and wholesome, and their villains are always dealt with a non-lethal manner! Haha, look at Winterbolt, how are they going to deal with... Oh. OH GOD. OH HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT THE FUCK!!!!

29. Take My Breath Away

Help! I’m a Fish

It’s not a really good animated movie without a horrifically fucked up death scene! In a moment of clever trickery, our protagonist tricks Joe (the Alan Rickman fish) to start chugging evolution juice so he can become human, using his own intelligence and ego against him. What Joe doesn’t seem to realize until he’s too late is that humans can’t breathe underwater, and moments after realizing this and assuming a freakish form, he dies and we watch his lifeless corpse float off into the darkness. God I love children’s films.

28. I Don’t Wanna Be the Guy

Spy Kids 3D: Game Over

He’s the ultimate badass. The coolest of the cool. When the Guy, played by Elijah Wood, steps onto the scene, you know shit is about to get real, and-

Oh he’s dead. Never mind.

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27. Oh Deer

Bambi

Before there was Mufasa, there was Bambi’s mom. Much like that iconic parental death from Disney, this is truly a gut punch, a brutal moment of harsh realism punctuating the whimsical forest setting. I think the only reason this is so low is that, as far as Disney parent deaths go, it doesn’t hit quite as hard as Mufasa since she’s killed offscreen. Doesn’t make Bambi’s father’s sad words any less poignant or heartbreaking, though.

26. The Night Gwen Stacy Died

Amazing Spider-Man 2

I shit on this movie all the time, and with good reason; it’s shit. But it has a few really good moments sprinkled throughout (that only piss me off more because you can see the good movie underneath), and the iconic death of Gwen Stacy is certainly one of them. I even like how Peter’s web forms into a little hand as he leaps after and desperately tries to save her, and Garfield’s misery is well-done both here and in his continued story in No Way Home. Now if only the rest of the movie could have been as well done as this scene.

25. You Get What You Fucking Deserve

Joker

What do you get when you put a socially awkward, mentally ill clown with a gun on a talk show that has previously made a mockery of him. Why, you get incredibly tense build up to a brutal kill that solidifies Arthur Fleck’s transformation into the Joker, of course!

24. Sometimes You Penguin, Sometimes You Lose

Batman Returns

Some things really shouldn’t be as emotional as they are. I mean, look at this. This is a bunch of penguins giving a funeral to their deformed master who just dropped dead. This should be ridiculous! And maybe it is a little, but it’s also really tragic and emotionally moving despite itself. This is a man being mourned by the only creatures who ever loved him, who are honoring him in a small way. It really just compounds the tragedy of the character.

23. Your Favorite Scary Movie

Scream

This opening scene is nothing short of iconic. There’s Drew Barrymore, a big name actress, in peril by the killer of the film. There’s some close calls, but of course she gets away to become our main character, right? Wrong. She ends up as dead as her boyfriend in the shocking opening twist, a twist that prepares you for just what sort of film you’re about to watch.

22. Rosebud

Citizen Kane

This might be one of the most iconic opening’s ever put to film. Charles Foster Kane delivers his final words, dies, and sets off the mystery that drives the plot. It really is as simple as that.

21. The Big Hit-ler

Inglourious Basterds

So you’re watching Tarantino’s little WWII fiction movie, and you kind of know what to expect from these sorts of films. No matter what happens, it couldn’t possibly change the outcome we know; Indiana Jones, Captain America, if none of these heroes could alter the course of history, who could? How about a bunch of pissed off Jews with guns and another, equally pissed of Jew who has been plotting to burn the Nazi high command alive in her theater for along while? What ensues is the one rule you’re never supposed to break in a WWII film: Hitler fucking dies, and with his death we get the origin story for the Tarantinoverse.

20. Worthless

The Brave Little Toaster

The Brave Little Toaster is already a movie with plenty of fucked up stuff, but in the big finale we go to a junkyard where numerous sentient cars forlornly reflect on their lives before being smashed into scrap in what is surely the most fucked up and traumatizing scene in the entire film.

19. People Who Died

The Suicide Squad

James Gunn really put the “Suicide” back into “Suicide Squad.” They had to show us they weren’t fucking around this time, so after building up this quirky squad filled with nothing but D-listers (and Harley, Boomerang, and Flag) they proceed to brutally massacre them all. Mongal dies in a helicopter crash, one that shreds Boomerang to pieces; Blackguard gets his entire face blasted off; Javelin is taken down before he can even do anything; and Savant, who you’d expect to be a stone-cold badass since he’s played by frequent Gunn collaborator Michael Rooker, pretty much shits his pants and runs away crying like a baby, and Amanda Waller is having none of that. BOOM! There goes his head, and here comes Jim Carroll’s most famous song over a montage of the Squad’s corpses as the real heroes get ready to rock and roll. It’s the perfect blend of hilarious, fucked up, and genuinely sad.

18. One Death to Rule Them All

The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King

I almost put in Sauruman’s death from the extended edition, if only because of the fun fact attached to the scene (Christopher Lee helped make the death more realistic because he knew what a man who was stabbed in the back to death would do and would sound like). But as awesome and fun as that is, it’s really inarguable that, in a film filled to the brim with iconic deaths, the one that towers tall above them is old Smeagol’s big dive into Mt. Doom with his Precious, united in his final moments with the only thing he truly cared about. It’s poignant, it’s sad, it’s awesome... and it’s a fitting end for both the ring and the pitiable creature Bilbo Baggins spared all those years ago.

17. Breakin’ the Law

John Wick: Chapter 2

We’ve seen John Wick mow down bad guys for two whole movies, with no one being able to stand in his way. But he has also always followed the rules. So when he shows up at the Continental, ready to confront Santino (who has spent the entire movie ruining his life), you can feel the sheer tension between the two men as that upstart bastard taunts John with what he believes is invulnerability. Everyone else knows that the clock is counting down to his death, and the tension comes from watching as John slowly reaches his breaking point. Lesson learned: Do not fucking taunt the Boogeyman.

16. Did You Hear Steve Jobs Died of Ligma?

Watchmen

Ok, this one has been memed to Hell and back, but this is still one of the most powerful and iconic death scenes in anything ever. Unable to compromise his black-and-white worldview and allow Adrian Veidt to get away with mass murder even if it’s for the greater good, Rorschach basically asks Dr. Manhattan to put him down. Interestingly, he removes his mask, choosing to die as the man Walter Kovacs rather than the vigilante he had spent his years as, in his final moments reclaiming that humanity he’d seemingly lost. The movie also adds Dan witnessing his friend’s death, something that I felt was severely lacking in the comic.

15. Aw, Nuts

Hereditary

If Ari Aster knows how to do one thing well, it’s miserable gut punches that emotionally devastate you. Ignore that twist at the end that makes this death seem like the most absurdly well-prepared series of coincidences. In the moment it happens this is a child being decapitated in a freak accident, her brother driving home in shock with her headless corpse in the back seat, and her mother finding said corpse the next morning and letting out an agonized wail that fades into the funeral.

14. They Did Nazi This Coming

Raiders of the Lost Ark

You could, if you were a boring idiot who hates fun, argue that the whole of Raiders is pointless and if Indy just stayed home the end result would be the same. This argument is stupid for so, so many reasons, but the big reason is if Indy kept his nose out of the Nazi’s business, we wouldn’t have been able to see the most epic Nazi massacre of all time. Like, what did these morons think would happen when they fucked around with a holy Jewish artifact?

13. Choke On ‘Em

Day of the Dead

There’s defiant to the end, and then there’s this. The villainous Captain Rhodes may know he’s quite thoroughly fucked when that swarm of zombies grabs him, but he’s going out taunting his opponents with his last gurgling breath as they rip him apart. Rarely is a death so badass and so cathartic all at once.

12. Deep Trouble

Jaws

This has frequently been cited as one of, if not the most terrifying scenes in cinematic history. It’s really hard to argue with that, honestly. You never see the shark in this scene, only from its point of view, but what you do see is the terrified cries and flailing of Chrissie while she’s being viciously attacked by an unseen force. You have to imagine what the shark is doing to her below. And then she’s pulled under mid-scream? Yeah, I’d be afraid to go into the water too.

11. Oooh, What a Feeling...

A Nightmare on Elm Street

Freddy Krueger has scored a lot of impressive kills over the years, many of them accompanied by cool special effects and awesomely cheesy one liners. But for my money, his best murder was where he demonstrated just how terrifying his power could really be on poor Tina. This is just a cruel, brutal, drawn-out death, and you know Freddy enjoyed every second of it.

10. Hello, Little Friend!

Scarface

Tony Montana refuses to do anything small, and that includes dying. The man snorts a mountain of cocaine and busts out guns blazing for a final confrontation he has no hope of winning, but boy does he go out in style. This is a death for the history books right here.

9. You Shall Not Pass!

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring

It almost feels like cheating putting this on here because, duh, Gandalf bounces back from this in a truly epic way. But he still does die for a little bit, even though we don’t see the full extent until the next film. Taken at face value here, Gandalf dies after pulling off the most unbelievably amazing holding the line moment ever put to film. And then the next film tells me, no, he didn’t die there, he actually died later after fighting this big fucking demon all the way from the bottom of the mountain to the top before dropping dead, experiencing some kind of heavenly acid trip, and then coming back strong enough to whoop Christopher Lee’s ass without even trying? The only thing better than a great death is a great death that leads into an even greater rebirth.

8. Shoebert Dip

Who Framed Roger Rabbit

To show how serious Judge Doom is, we had to see the dangers of the Dip first hand. What better way to do that then by taking a cute, cheerful little shoe and dip it in while it wiggles in abject terror? Well I can think of a million better fucking ways that wouldn’t have haunted me for my entire life, but it sure as hell wouldn’t have been quite so memorable.

7. Pride Comes Before the Fall

The Lion King

The one time you wish a cat would land on his feet... and yet, he doesn’t. They call this movie a Hamlet ripoff, but we never see Hamlet’s dad bite the big one like we do with Mufasa. For a lot of people, this is one of the first big tearjerkers of their childhood, and it’s hard to deny that Mufasa’s death still stings today.

6. You like Huey Lewis and the News?

American Psycho

This scene has gone down in legend as one of the most memeable moments in a film that has spawned a ridiculous amount of memes. Everything about it is amazing, from Bale’s absolutely batshit performance to the awesome music to that amazing spray of blood on his face at the end. But the real cherry on top of the sundae here is the victim, who is played by one Jared Leto. Watching Jared Leto die is a gift in and of itself.

5. Thumbs Up

Terminator 2: Judgment Day

This is truly a powerful moment, where Arnold’s machine decides to sacrifice himself to preserve a better future for John and his mother. With this final, simple gesture, he truly showcases how even a machine can learn to be human, and helps solidify the hopeful message about how we choose our own destinies and that nothing is set in stone. No amount of crappy sequels can ever diminish just how moving and awesome this scene is.

4. Wet & Wild, Part 1

Psycho

Perhaps the greatest halfway plot switch of all time, this is perhaps one of cinema’s most iconic murders. Even people who have never seen this film have likely stumbled across an homage or parody of this moment. An underrated component is how we really don’t see all too much; most of the damage is left to our imagination, with only brief flashes of the stabbing and screams filling in the blanks for you.

3. Wet & Wild, Part 2

The Wizard of Oz

Ever since this death, witches have feared bath time. It’s not foreshadowed at all, it really comes off as an ass pull, but do you really care? It’s so fun and iconic, and fits the fantastical, corny tone of the film perfectly. The Wicked Witch’s pitiful cries of “I’m melting!” are sure to embed themselves in your head forever, too. This just goes to show pulling ideas out of your ass isn’t always a bad thing.

2. Here Comes the Sun

Nosferatu

Out of all the deaths on this list, this one might be the single most important death in cinematic history. Every single vampire killed by the sun owes everything to this, this moment pulled out of the director’s ass so they could have the bad guy die. But as far as ass pulls go, it’s hard to change something that literally redefined pop culture as we know it. This one really changed the game for all time, but there’s one death that, while perhaps not quite as historically significant, is just overall better on every level...

1. There Goes My Hero

The Other Guys

This may seem like an odd choice. Over The Wizard of Oz? Over Psycho? This scene from a comedy from the start of the 2010s? Well, let me break it down for you.

This scene is perhaps the greatest subversion of expectations of all time. You’ve seen a million cowboy cop action movies with badasses who don’t play by the rules and accomplish impossible feats. Hell, the movie these guys are in is one; an attack chopper is taken down by golfers, for crying out loud! And then you have the casting choices for Danson and Highsmith, Samuel L. Jackson and Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, two of the most badass men in Hollywood who have made careers out of playing unstoppable forces of nature. So when you have all of this coming together, all of this right there in front of you, when The Rock says “Aim for the bushes” and they make that 20 story leap and Foo Fighters starts playing, you believe that they will defy the odds and for a second you don’t even question it.

And then they hit the pavement and die.

This is the single funniest death in any comedy movie and, and I want to be clear I am 100% serious when I say this, it is the greatest moment in cinematic history, period. I have never seen another moment in a movie that is just so undeniably perfect in every way, from actor choice to song choice to the comedic timing of when the song cuts off. It’s just the highest form of art.

#michael after midnight #list #death #movie deaths

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pizzaqueen · 2 years

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I’m late to the party but if you’re open to asks I have so many questions about Alone Again Or! Who finds out they’re in a relationship first (aside from Robin)? Is Steve’s mom okay with it? Do they leave Hawkins or are they content to stay now that they have each other?

Hi!! Not late at all :D And, ooh, wow, these are great questions, thank you so much!

The most likely person is Wayne - he knows Eddie is gay and in love with Steve (though I'm not sure Eddie's ever said the latter, but Wayne picked it up along the way) and Eddie doesn't see any point in not telling him (not right away because it's new, but soon enough) and reassures Steve about it when Steve is a little uncertain

Mrs. Harrington freaks out a little at first for the usual reasons, and probably says some pretty stupid things, but I think the moment she clocks it's pushing Steve away she'd pretend to be okay with it (until she's actually okay). I think since her divorce she's done a lot of reflecting and she knows she hasn't always been there for Steve (not totally absent, or anything, just distracted at times with her own stuff and maybe thinking Steve didn't need her anymore) and she's also seen how lonely Steve is and I think once she sees how much happier he is with Eddie that would start to set her at ease too. And she definitely makes an effort to get to know Eddie beyond thinking he's nice and has a lot of hair haha

While I’m on the subject, I actually dreamed up this whole fic from her POV set in a different 'verse from alone again, or, where she finds out about Eddie and Steve, but in it she eventually ends up going to the library (not locally—she goes to Chicago so she can feel a bit more anonymous) because she has no one to talk to about it, and then once she gets a bunch of books on sexuality, someone there maybe directs her to a gay bookstore where she uncharacteristically word vomits all over the clerk or owner there and they're like 'fuck, we don't make enough money for this' but also set her straight about her misconceptions, so maybe she does something similar in this 'verse!

Anyway, TL;DR, I think she freaks out at first and then she and Steve end up like this (okay, I don't think Steve would care about pride marches or wear anything like this, but still)

(I have WAY too many thoughts for a character who's only been mentioned twice in canon lmao)

I’m always torn on whether or not they’d move! I’m such a homebody myself, and I think they could make it work there, but I also think it could be very stifling for them. They probably stay in Hawkins while things are new between them, but I do think they would move eventually. Aside from being potentially stifling, they've both been spinning their wheels for a while by the time this fic takes place and Steve also misses Robin (and Dustin) a lot, and Eddie does too, so, yeah, I think they move to wherever Robin is (and Mrs. Harrington probably packs up, goes off on some trip, then settles down closer to them too). It’d probably be better for Eddie’s music, too

Thank you so much for these questions! And sorry for rambling so much haha

#pizzaqueenanswers #pizzaqueenwrites #although re the t shirts I recently had this thought that Mrs Harrington had a thing with a girl back in college before she met Steve’s dad #so…maybe she’s not straight either 😜

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koqabear · 4 months

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Hello, I am here to excitedly rave about Only You Darling and shower you in well-deserved compliments. Anybody else reading this, stop if you haven't read Only You Darling as there will be SPOILERS.

First of all, your writing is brilliant, I wish I could come up with plots like you do. I have so many fics that I start writing and then I don't know how to get from A to B or what should happen next and just give up.

I have read Only You Darling (and also What The Body Wants, the whole concept of that fic >>>) twice now, and I'm sure I'll read it again in the future. My first read was a wild ride, I was so invested, I thought what if it's Yeonjun and Beomgyu but nah, then I when Soobin came into the picture I was sure it was Soobin and then it was Beomjun! Every time I thought i had it figured out, you had me doubting myself. I loved all the twists and turns and the way I was so stressed after everything went down and the reader was living in that house, the imagery that you created was amazing. I have to say that it's the best fic I've read on this site. Hands down. I don't think I've read such a well planned and fleshed out fic in maybe a decade (not to show my age haha), after I was done reading I felt as if I'd just watched a movie. I don't even get through thriller novels, I always get bored with the pacing or the writing, but you had me in the palm of your hand.

I'm sure I have more thoughts, but right now they're just a blurred mess of excitement and awe. Thank you for sharing your work and making me excited about reading fics again. I am slowly making my way through the rest of your stuff, I'm sure I will be back to word-vomit on you about other stories in the future!

HAIIIIII HIHIHI OMG IM SOOOO SORRY I TOOK LITERAL MONTHS TO ANSWER THIS 😭😭😭🙁 i saw it and wanted to make sure that i had time to answer all your points but then i KEPT FORGETTING ABOUT IT 😭😭 but please know that i really appreciate feedback like 🫶🫶🫶 getting a review on oyd always makes me so happy and you really delivered with this

full response under the cut :]

AHHHHSJDBSKDB BUT THANK U OMG 💔💔 when i first started writing on here i’d neverrrr thought i’d be writing long fics so consistently… even 10k was a huge rare accomplishment to me akzbwkdjs,,, it takes time to really figure out what works and what doesn’t with writing methods but… i wish you the best of luck with all your wips and i’m sure you’ll be able to have a breakthrough someday with any you might be struggling on !!! i believe in you !!!

YOU’VE READ OYD TWICE. Oh… my heart T_T idk but like,, i’ve never really been able to grasp the concept that people actually.. reread my stories. That’s genuinely one of the most flattering things to hear in my opinion bc 😭😭 to hear that i’ve managed to write a fic that’s worth being read again is mind blowing to me algskldgh (also thank you !!! WTBW is forever near and dear to my heart <3)

It’s always so satisfying to hear that my attempts on tricking the readers were successful hehe :3 it was one of the major things i was worried about tbh,,, it took a lot of thinking on how i would introduce soobin’s character and how he would be involved, so im happy to hear that my work paid off ! and imagery was something that i learned was very important while writing oyd; it really makes or breaks a scene, imo. Especially in those final cabin scenes,,, AGH idk im so giddy to have it pointed out tho bc i do put a little extra love and effort into my imagery :3

AWWWWSLDKGHH UGH YOU’RE JUST. im gonna sob. The best fic.. dont say that to me im crazy 😭😭 but aggggh it makes me feel so appreciated and seen to read that you think it’s well planned like :(( i remember how much effort i put into that fic omg… that story is my baby im afraid

Again, thank you so much for taking the time to write such a sweet review, and im sorry i couldn’t respond to it sooner 😭 comments like these are sooo motivating and validating, i seriously can’t explain how happy it makes me <333

#this is the slowest ask responder i know #they get down #they dont play #fic: only you darling #rambles #koqabear asks

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ashley-me-and-rsd · 5 months

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Ashley, Me, and RSD (2/3)

One time in junior high, I was wearing some leg warmers I had gotten for Christmas.

We were paired up with each other to complete some assignment for class. The girl I was paired with, in my mind, was this super popular, pretty, really well liked girl.

At some point during the assignment, she points to my leg warmers peeking out of my boots and said "I really like your socks!"

"Oh. They're not socks. They're leg warmers, right? Is there a difference? Maybe that's just what she calls them?"

"But maybe there is a difference. This girl is so smart and popular, she probably would know the difference, right?"

"Is she subtly trying to tell me something? That I’m wearing them wrong somehow? Is she making fun of me?? Does she actually think they're stupid and this is her way of telling me???"

And I just remember my head spinning and the lights were getting spotty and I was choking back tears before I managed to nervously choke out a "Haha, thanks" before I had to get up and leave the room.

This was every day. Every day, I was making some huge mistake. Every day, something was convincing me that I had messed up. That I had been inconsiderate. Overbearing. Disrespectful. Talked too loud. Talked too quiet. I was weird. I was different.

I was wrong.

Nothing anybody said could help. I could hear people say nice things about me, but I couldn't believe them. The second voice in my mind always countered whatever compliments managed to come my way.

I wasn't really pretty- they just pitied me. I wasn't really funny- that was just how people indirectly told you you were weird. My school project wasn't really good- i had done it by chance, and I could never recreate it. Whatever kind words found me just slipped off of whatever barrier separated me from everyone else.

I got good at making myself throw up.

I wasn't doing it to lose weight, which was what everybody seemed so worried about. Because that wasn't my reason, i thought that meant it was okay.

When school was becoming too much to bear, I would make myself throw up to get out of it.

Sometimes because I was afraid of my friends. Sometimes to get out of a test i didn't feel prepared for. Sometimes just to buy myself a day or two where I could breathe.

Looking back, I think forcing myself to throw up was a form of self harm. I had a hurt on the inside that was unbearable. But at the same time, completely invisible. Vomiting was proof, to me, on some level, that I WAS sick. That I WAS hurting. That something WAS wrong with me. I didn't know how to describe what I was going through. I didn't even understand what I was going through. At least this way, it was something I could do, at any moment, to prove to myself more than anyone else "I'm too sick to go on."

I had given up a lot of pieces of myself by this point. I pretty much lived my entire life anticipating rejection and doing everything in my power to somersault out of its path. I was living under an immense amount of stress and pressure entirely concocted by my own brain.

I really understand what people mean when they talk about the prison in your mind. I was in darkness that drowned out most everything around me, swallowed by a cold numbness that replaced any sort of mirth in my spirit.

I didn't ever make a plan for killing myself. Or at least, I never had a date or time or anything picked out. But sometimes, when I was alone, I thought about walking to the creek near my house where we used to go swimming as kids.

I thought about wading out into the creek, and stacking rocks on top of my head until it was too heavy to come back up. I thought, that way, there would be no mess for anyone to clean.

It almost had me. I had almost been engulfed in this darkness. But something else happened during this time, something I didn't expect. Something so amazing i never would have dared to dream it would happen to me.

(Part 2/3)

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starcolle-archive · 2 years

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[gxd sometimes you have to write things out to realize how ridiculous your thoughts get at 3am; as much as I want you to read this, it's got a lot of mental shards splintering out & I don't know if you'll be able to still think of me in a positive light after reading it. At the same time, please do. Why do I still think the world of you? It's like you carved those Bible verses about love into the back of my eyelids, and everytime I close my eyes, I'm reminded of what love "should be" about. I feel like I'm nothing but a joke to you; well, what's the punchline, friend? The last few paragraphs are the most important ones, but you should read all of it. Please.]

I broke my promise to myself, and opened this app up. It's been over a month officially, so that counts for something; right?

I don't know if doing my injection on your birthday was wise -- I cried so much that apparently I coughed up a little blood -- but Saturdays are my injection days; my staburdays haha.

Anyways, I really wish you had actually collared me like you said you wanted to. In all aspects but physical, you essentially did, with how it feels like you still own a huge part of me; even in the most non-sexual way, it feels like there's still an ornate collar tightly wrapped around my neck with your name on it. Ya know, if you'd collared me at New Years, I would've broken up with Tiff on the spot and probably would've even proposed to you. And if you'd collared me any time right after I moved back, I would've never had any faltering thoughts -- the ones that lead to that initial mental breakdown which were the final nails in the coffin for "us" -- about you caring about me. But what's done is done, right?

I'm sorry I'm messed up in the head; that I can't go a day without you crossing my mind. I was doing alright, albeit barely keeping my head above water, and then you messaged me. I knew not to expect much when I replied, but there was a part of me that prayed you genuinely missed me even a fraction of how much I've missed you. I *still* have no clue if you were any of the Anons in 2020, and so the last thing I'd heard "from you" was how apathetic you were and not wanting to hear from me for the rest of your life. I hate the fact that you could tell me to move across the country with you to law school, and I wouldn't hesitate; moving across the state would be a cakewalk in comparison. I'm sure having a "House Husband" to take care of all the domestic responsibilities would help you focus on classes, yeah?

I was teetering on feeling like a creep going to your graduation, but at one point in your life it meant a lot that I couldn't go to your graduation, and with your grandfather having passed away, it felt wrong to not support you in that way. Despite you stalking my social medias for months, I still felt worse about coming across as "stalking" you even once without your consent. Plus, I should've been in front of you graduating this spring too. I don't know what all it was that stopped me from feeling comfortable going to UWF, but when I messaged you in 2019 to wish you a happy birthday, and you told me you were uncomfortable with us being on the same campus, and THEN proceeded to yell at me over Facebook messenger about never contacting you again, I felt broken in a completely new way.

I want to hate how much control you "hypothetically" have over me, but what I really hate is the fact that you (seemingly) don't want to have this control. Whether you were a gentledom some of the time, or I was to be your dom(me) all the time, that doesn't negate the fact that you own me, whether you like it or not.

It's now noon, and I wish I was as sane as I pretend to be. I can go about my life and pretend everything written above isn't true, but when push comes to shove, there are nuggets of golden truth in this steaming shit pile of word vomit.

It's 100% my fault, but I lost my job because I couldn't stop thinking about you. Yes, there were PLENTY of other things on my mind, but working full time was unhealthy to begin with, and then add on top of all that the constant overthinking & real-estate you've claimed inside my head, and it was impossible -- even with really high doses of Adderall I was on at the time -- to focus on the tasks at hand. The plus side is that I've been utilizing this time to refocus myself and my wants & needs; figuring out my goals & how to achieve them. I'd like to think you'd be proud of me. But should that even matter? It does, regardless.

I don't fully understand what caused what to take root in my brain, but it's like serving you became so fucking centered that for months after you messaged me, I felt like nothing but a failure. I don't know if I would say I'm your pet and you're my owner, but I would never say no to you the way you know you want to own me. Fucking hell, you could text me the single word "Pet" and I'd ask "How may I address you?" I hate how I'd let you physically and verbally abuse me, and I'd thank you. (Although gxd do we need to discuss aftercare!) On the flip side, I know how much of a sub/bottom you've been, so if that's still the case, you could just as easily tell me "I want you to dominate me, Pet" and I'd feel like my life had purpose again; do you have any idea how pathetic that makes me feel?

Because I want you to enjoy how pathetic it's made me feel; maybe that'll have made all the years of internalized torment worth it.

Look, I've spent a lot of time combing through the breadcrumbs, wanting to understand you again; and if there's one thing I know, it's this: I accept you for who you are & who you can/will become. Whether it's underneath the heel of your shoe, beside you on the couch, or towering above you on the bed, I genuinely miss my best friend, and I want to give you the world. I don't care how embarrassing it feels to likely have this be completely one sided (as in you truly want nothing to do with me), here's the simplest way to put it:

I want what you need, and need what you want.

I'm exhausted, and as much as I'd love to describe the opposite: how if you decided you never wanted to be dominant again, I'd enthusiastically take the reigns and give you a life of nothing but submission in a way that pushed you to be your best self while serving me. But here's the thing: if that's what you actually wanted, I'd need your consent & a good bit of communication before giving you the heaven & hell you'd be asking for...

And then there's the fact that ULTIMATELY I just wish we could've been girlfriends; maybe living as "normal" a life as possible; whether it just be the two of us, or maybe have someone else involved, I don't know. I wish we could've gone to college together; been roommates like we'd talked about. The idea of sharing a boyfriend with you is actually kinda cute and has always been at the back of my mind. As Butch as I may be at times, the idea of you helping to dress me up and do my/teach me how to do my makeup fills me with a joy I can't describe, and a sadness over the likelihood that it'll never happen, no matter how much I wish it could. I think that's one of the things I'll always wish I could've had with you and no one else; ignore every single thing related to a hint of sexualizing our interactions, the wholesomeness of just getting to exist with you as our authentic selves has always been my number one desire.

That said, I think I'm just hurt most because you promised you'd help pay for my transition & surgeries; I held back on being my most authentic self because I thought waiting was the right move. I didn't want to jeopardize your future by me transitioning "too soon"; I didn't want you being disowned because your family disapproved of your sissy, shemale, tranny, etc (I hate all of those words in equal parts for different reasons; the irony being that I'd to this day trust you to refer to me in any of those, or even worse, ways) freak of a partner.

I hate the fact that you've never truly gotten to know the real me. I mean, hell, I deadnamed myself when I texted you after your graduation because I was trying to close the chapter of my life on someone I never truly was.

To this day, I wish you could be alongside me as I figure out my full authentic self; while you figure out yourself too.

Hell, I think a part of me would want you to pick a new name for me. Who better than someone who knows me best, right?

#I don't know what to tag this with #personal #keep moving forward #???#who knows #so long and thanks for all the fish #anyways #you've got my new number #text me #even if it's to tell me you're working on yourself and you can't talk much #the last thing I want is to distract you from your priorities #Don't Be A Stranger #please #goodbye old blog #and hopefully hello old friend #even if you're someone completely different & entirely new #I know I am #cest la vie

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🪐What In The World Is Warding?!🪐

Howdy! It’s your friendly neighborhood witch here: Let’s talk about warding!

Warding is any form of magick intended to protect a person/place/thing from a negative entity/energy

Warding is most often used in either a personal sense, or a spatial sense, let’s do a deep dive into what that actually means

SPATIAL WARDING ~~~~~

Spatial wards are put on SOMETHING or a PLACE/SPACE/NON HUMAN THING with the intention to protect it. This could be warding your room or entire house by contacting the egregore, this could be casting a circle when you are about to do a spell, etc etc. This is not the same as warding a piece of jewelry though, that goes into the next type of warding: Personal Warding

PERSONAL WARDING ~~~~

Personal wards are created with the intent to protect a person (most likely YOU, the practitioner). These are most often portable/wearable like jewelry or in some cases crystals! A lot of the time, you can create some wards to be both personal and spatial, in essence killing two birds with one stone

🪐 EXAMPLES OF WARDS 🪐

There are more than just these examples, but this is a great place to get started! This picture is all over the internet, and you’ve probably seen it before haha- nonetheless it’s still useful information! I am gonna go into detail about some specific ways to ward your space/self, but as always, witchcraft is a very personal thing and your practice is unique to yourself so these things may work for you, they may not! It’s all up to what you’re willing/able to do in your practice :))

ANYWAYS...ONWARD

FIRST STEP TO CREATING A WARD: Cleanse!!!! You don’t want to trap any negative energy in your space when creating your ward. Cleansing will give you a blank slate to protect you or your space.

SECOND STEP...ACTUALLY CREATING THE WARD: There are multiple methods to create a ward (as pictured above) but I will go over some easy, beginner friendly ones for the sake of time and my sanity. These will mostly be about spaces, but I will talk about enchanting things like jewelry on another post if that’s something y’all would be interested in...?

Incense Warding

This can be done with either incense or a water/essential oil blend if you prefer to not use incense (i personally vomit from the smell of smoke and incense is no exception...it’s quite a dilemma being a witch and not being able to use incense haha)

Be it incense or a spray blend, you want to utilize herbs with protective properties, some common ones being: bay leaves, cinnamon, ginger, mustard seed, and salt

If you’re warding an item, you can either smoke/spritz it with your incense or water/oil mixture and visualize the smoke/spritz encircling the item like a ball of light, protecting it from anything that would intend to cause it harm. (I suck at visualizing, I think i have the thing where you just cant visualize stuff, so instead of harping on my inability to think in pictures, I just focus on the intent of what i’m doing. it’s all the same, the visualization is just to help amplify intent. If you are already confident in your ability, you are okay to not visualize.)

If you’re warding a space, it’s pretty similar. You start in one area of your house (or room), and move to the right, spraying the walls and doorframes, all the while visualizing a barrier being formed around the walls (again, hard time with visualizing won’t mess up your ability to ward, just focus on intent). Just keep moving right throughout the entire space, creating an outline of whatever it is you’re protecting. If you’re familiar with kitchen magick, a lot of the time you will be stirring the pot clockwise to represent the creation of good energy and progression, so we move right throughout the space when warding to create a strong ward that will protect from any and all unwanted energies.

Sigil Wards

I will go more into sigils on another post, but you can easily ward a space with sigils! Create a sigil with the intent to protect (ie: creating a sigil from the phrase “my house is protected from all negative energies)

Place the sigil in windows or on doorframes, if you want to keep it permanently there. You can use water, black salt, regular salt, your finger, whatever floats your boat.

A funky way I like to use sigils when warding is to use them when I clean! I will be cleaning my floor and spray the cleaner/floor polish in the pattern of my sigil and then when I go over it with the mop, I am “breaking” the sigil, therefore releasing the energy into my house to protect it! I was never really told that this was a way to create a sigil and use it but I have found it’s worked and it’s really easy- esp if you’re in the broomcloset 🧹

Spoken Wards

This can be a spoken thought or incantation of sorts that is created/uttered with the intention to protect your space/you

You can repeat this daily like an affirmation, walk around your space and chant, whatever floats your boat!

Here is an example of a spoken ward: (this is utilized when walking past the representations of the elements in your home)

“By (element) , I ward thee: Guard this space from all ill will and all those who wish me/us harm.”

THERE ARE PLENTY MORE WAYS TO WARD, THESE ARE JUST A FEW!

I recommend using MULTIPLE methods of warding (at least two) to really maximize the protection you have on your space

Alright lets talk about another important aspect of warding....

WARD MAINTENCE

Wards can be temporary (casting a circle during a spell), or long term (a ward to protect your space)

It’s important to regularly charge your wards, to keep them “up and running.” This can be with crystals, intent, incense, whatever your preferred method is

You also may need to take down your ward and place a new one up every so often; even the metaphysical can collect gunk. There isn’t really a timeline on this, just whenever you feel your ward needs to be re-done.

OTHER IMPORTANT WARDING INFO

Thank you for sticking with me on this long informational post :))

Again, I really recommend using MULTIPLE wards as a little protection combo because protection is the basis of your craft. Putting up a ward is really important before you start any type of spell work or any magick for that matter. Protection is KEY!

To dismiss a ward, you can go around your space counter clockwise (to the left) and visualize/have the intention that the energies you have created are “coming down” (there are other ways, this is what I prefer)

Remember it’s always important to cross reference your information, for this post I used multiple sources I knew have been vetted by much more experienced witches than I am- but still! You need to make sure what you’re reading is credible

CITATIONS/SOURCES/MORE INFORMATION

Wards: Basics

Warding Masterpost

Crash Course In Warding

Defend The Keep

Basics Of Warding

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Accidentally Injuring Their Partner PT. 2

Part One Here

Y’all- the last one is like, my most popular post. As I’m currently writing this, it’s literally almost at 1K notes so... yeah. This one needed a lot of thought and effort if it’s going to meet people’s expectations.

Please read the note I added at the end of the fic

Genre: angst

Type: drabbleshot

Warnings: gore, mentions of hospitals, crying, cursing, toxic relationships, self blame, some real ‘who cares how I feel, how do you feel?’ kind of unhealthy vibes, hazbin hotel reference (found in Todoroki’s section), talking down on oneself,

Other: this was requested multiple times, but this bitch was planning it before it was requested haha I’m so cool no I’m not I still feel like shit lmao.

Angst Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore

Tomura Shigaraki

It was really all he could do to stare at you.

You’d moved from the theatre to an abandonment hospital, mostly to find any leftover supplies to help with your arm, or rather, lack thereof.

You’d only sort of expected this. Tomura lashing out at you, you getting hurt, you just didn’t expect it to result in you loosing a fucking arm.

Toga was helping to change your bandages, and Magne was speaking quietly with Twice, Spinner, and Compress.

Dabi was speaking with Shigaraki outside the room, and you couldn’t hear what they were saying. You were glad, you didn’t exactly want to hear his voice right now.

You didn’t think you were being that annoying, you thought you were just helping him. And you usually did. When he’d have his little tantrums, he’d get upset at you sure, but he’d never hurt you.

You knew you didn’t do anything differently than usual, maybe he was just more stressed than ordinary? Maybe you should’ve recognized that and altered yourself to fit accordingly.

Or maybe he’d just been horrible, and attacked you for no reason, and you had just been trying to help him.

You knew it was more likely the latter, but you couldn’t help but blame yourself. People don’t just try to kill their partners that they love so much

The door slid open, and Dabi stepped in. He glanced around the room, waving his hand to usher Magne, Spinner, Twice, and Compress out of the room. Today stood up, but you grabbed her hand.

Dabi pushed the door open a little wider, and your boyfriend stepped inside. For once, you were glad he had that horrible hand in his face, you knew that if he took it off you’d probably vomit.

“Call us in if you need anything.” Dabi offered uncharacteristically, sliding the door shut behind him.

Everything was quiet.

Not even the people in the hallway wanted to say anything.

He slowly walked towards you, pulling up a chair and sitting down.

You sat cross-legged on the creaky hospital bed, staring at him as Toga held your hand.

“Why are you here?” You asked quietly.

“I- I um. Why is she here?” Tomura ignored your question, pointing to Toga next to you.

“She’s here because she chopped off my arm after you dusted it. She’s here because she saved my life. Why are you here, Tomura?”

One of his hands lifted to his neck, scratching lightly.

“Shit- I didn’t want anyone else in here-“

“Why not? Don’t want anyone to see you loose yourself and hurt me more? Don’t want anyone here to save me?” You snapped.

“You- you know I didn’t mean it-“

“It doesn’t matter if you meant it or not, Shigaraki.” He flinched away when you spat out his last name like that. “I still got hurt. I lost a fucking arm because of you. How horrible are you that you have to cover up your own insecurities by trying to kill me? No really, I could have died.”

“I’m sorry!” He exclaimed, nails digging deeper into his neck. “I love you, okay? And I promised I’d protect you so-“

“So you broke your promise in the worst way possible.” You swung your legs over the side of the bed, squeezing Toga’s hand before letting go. You walked up to Shigaraki, lifting your hand and gripping his shoulder tightly.

“I’m going.” You whispered. “I can’t be around you. I still have family outside the League, friends that aren’t villains. I can build myself a semi-normal life. I’ll be happy without you.” You turned back to Toga, offering her a smile. “You can come over whenever you want, you’re my friend.” You headed towards the door.

You paused when you heard a soft noise, like a gargled scream. You turned around, seeing Shigaraki shaking.

“No, no please no- don’t go!” He spun around, grabbing your shoulders. You shoved him off you in an instant, curling into yourself

“GET OFF ME!” You screamed. But he was already launching himself at you again, you saw his palm flying towards your face. This time, it wasn’t an accident.

And you knew you wouldn’t make it out this time.

You were pulled back by a strong force, realizing Magne was holding you tight. Compress and Dabi were on either side of Shigaraki, holding him back, while Twice had ran to Toga.

“No! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please don’t leave me!” He screamed, the hand fell loose on his face, tumbling down to the floor. You turned away, not wanting to see him.

You could only imagine his expression.

“Goodbye, Shigaraki.” You whispered, ducking out of Magne’s grip and rubbing off.

“Goodbye.”

Touya Todoroki/ Dabi

It had been a week since he’d seen you, a week since he’d felt your hands on his. A week since he’d heard your voice. A week since he’d seen your smile.

A week since he’d burned you.

Called you inferior.

Threatened to kill you.

Well there was certainly a reason why he hadn’t gone to see you since the incident.

But...

He missed you.

He felt so guilty, knowing what he’d said and done to you, and he needed to see you.

Maybe he was just being selfish.

Maybe he knew he’d done something wrong.

Maybe he needed to call you.

He flipped his phone upside down, then right side up again on the counter of the bar.

Toga sat on a stool next to him, tapping her hands against the marble in boredom.

“So... what’s up with you?” She asked, cocking her head and glancing at him.

“Like I’m telling a brat like you.” He growled, flipping his phone over again.

“You’ve been off all week!” She exclaimed, leaning towards him. “Somethings happened to you.”

“If i tells you a little, will you shut up?”

“Mhm mhm!”

“Ughhhhh fine. I had a fight with someone close to me. I... I really hurt them. I know it. I haven’t spoken to them in a week.”

“So... Dabi has a soft spot?”

“That’s not the point of this. Also say that again and I’ll kill you.”

“Oookay then. You should just call them. Say something to them and apologize.” She offered with a shrug.

Dabi sighed, pressing his face into his hands.

“They don’t want to talk to me. Trust me on that.”

“Welp- that’s just my advice. Cent for my thoughts kind of thing except you didn’t pay me. You owe me a penny.”

Toga shrugged, hopping off the chair and leaving the room.

“Don’t owe you shit.” Dabi grumbled, glowering down at his phone again. He pulled up your contact, staring at the picture he’d set for you.

You had a bright smile, emoji hearts decorating your cheeks. It was from your first ‘date.’ When you’d hung out at your place after he broke in looking for shelter and food.

You’d taken care of him, let his spend the night, and even offered to let him stay whenever he needed to.

You were an Angel on earth.

And he’d burnt you.

Called you dirty.

And selfish.

You were anything but.

Ring

“Why the hell are you calling me?”

“I-“

“Dabi. Why are you calling me? You hate me, don’t you?”

“I don’t hate you...”

“Jeez, coulda fooled me.”

“Baby...”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I- I didn’t mean it.” He choked out. “Everything I said, I didn’t mean it. And I-“

“I really don’t care. The doctors said my arms would scar. I’m burnt and scarred like you. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted to achieve? Make me like you so that no one would want me? So that only you could have me?”

Yes

“No! I never wanted to hurt you, ba- Y/n please,”

“Please what? Please what, Dabi? What do you want from me? Huh? You want me to cradle you and say is all going to be okay? You want me to kiss your scars and tell you you’re beautiful? You want me to suck your dick and tell you I love you? After everything you’ve put me through?”

“I-“

“It’s not just you burning me. You’ve left me for days without contact, and then showed up like nothing’s happened! You’ve hit me and then groveled and cried for my mercy! You’ve made me do so much shit for you in bed that I never wanted to do! Our entire relationship, I was scared you’d get sick of me and kill me!”

“You really thought that?”

“Well guess what motherfucker? You can’t come after me! I’ve told the police what happened. Everything between us. They’re helping me move across the country. You’ll never see me again. Happy?”

“No. No no I’m not happy why would I be happy? You made me happy, when I didn’t even know what the word meant, you don’t have to go through with this, please don’t go through with this!”

“Don’t flatter me. I never made you happy. Nothing could make you happy except watching the world burn. I don’t make you happy, Dabi-“

“Yes you do!”

“Just shut up. I’m going to hang up. If I’m being honest... I’ll miss you. You made me happy. But with so much anger and fear surrounding you, it’s hard to even remember the last time we were happy together.”

“I’m... I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

Beep

You were gone.

Shouto Todoroki

If you thought Shouto was quiet before, you should see him now, wait, you were seeing him now, in class, eyes boring into your spine.

You still had a large bandage on your face, being hit in the face with plus added fire power is bound to leave a mark that lasts for over three days.

Did I mention it had been three days now?

It’s very hard to ignore Shouto, seeing as you were in the same class and lived in the same dorms.

Plus everyone in class wanted to know what happened between the two of you, why Shouto seemed so down, why you had the bandage on your face, and if it was all connected.

You’d only told one person what had gone down between the two of you, and that was Bakugou.

Which maybe was a mistake, because he took to trying to fight Todoroki every time he saw him, and repeatedly told you that he ‘fuckin knew that icy-hot bastard was a good-for-nothing bag of of poorly packaged horse shit.’

You appreciated his comfort, but it hurt you every time he said something about Todoroki.

“I don’t get why you’re defending the scumbag. His hand hasn’t even healed off your face yet!”

You and Bakugou were heading to the dorms after class, and he had gone on his usual tangent about how Todoroki did this, Todoroki did that, Todoroki was an asshole, etc etc.

“I mean... he’s technically still my boyfriend. And he’s been nothing but kind to me up until this point. He just... he was stressed, and I was being a bother. I’m sure the injury will fade at some point, then he’ll talk to me again and we can get back to normal.” you shrugged, rubbing at the back of your neck. “We’ll be fine.”

“You know what you are? A pushover.” Bakugou glared at you.

“Wha- I am not! Where did you get that idea?”

“Oh I don’t know, maybe from the fact that You forget to check in with how you feel and keep thinking only about that Half n Half bastard! ‘Oh, he must be so upset with himself!’ Fuck that! How do you feel?”

You kept your eyes on the ground, speeding up. Bakugou grabbed your sleeve, tugging you backwards. His hands found your shoulders, thumbs rubbing soft circles. Your breath hitched, did Shouto ever do this for you?

Not that you could remember.

“I feel... nervous.” you admitted. “I’m nervous that he meant what he said to me. That I’m nothing but a bother to him. I’m nervous that he’ll never come and talk to me, never apologize. I’m worried that if he does talk to me, he’ll think it was my fault. It wasn’t was it?”

You looked up at Bakugou warily, and squeaked when he tightened his grip on your shoulders.

“The fuck? Of course it’s not! Idiot.” he poked your forehead, and you couldn’t help but giggle a little. “Keep talking.”

“Um... I’m...” you took a deep breath. “I’m angry. I’m angry that he hasn’t talked to me. I’m angry about what he said. I’m angry that he even hit me to begin with. If we were training, of course it’d be different, but we weren’t training. And he hurt me. And now I’m doubting everything between us.”

Bakugou was silent, Cardinal eyes met yours. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, and for a moment, you feared Bakugou would try to blow your ass up for being a pathetic little weakling.

I mean... compared to people like Todoroki and Bakugou, you were right?

Bakugou took a step forward, pulling you into his arms. You held your breath, wondering if he was going to finally snap and kill you.

But... it felt nice.

You lifted your arms, wrapping them around his body and tugging him a little closer. You buried your face into his uniform shirt, body shaking a little as you cried.

You almost wanted to scream, but then the school would panic.

So you just cried, sobbing into his arms and letting him hold you. His embrace was war and comforting, nothing like you’d felt from your so-called boyfriend.

Maybe he was right, maybe you really shouldn’t try to think about him.

You did deserve better.

You sniffled, pulling off Bakugou with a soft smile.

“Thanks, Bakugou. I really needed that. And you’re right.”

“What was that second thing?”

“You’re right.”

“Hmmm?” Bakugou cupped a hand around his ear, feigning deafness.

“Oh my goodness- I said you’re right!”

“That’s it.” he patted you on the shoulder, proud smirk traced across his features. You chuckled. “Now you’re going to tell that to Mr. Daddy Issues and get the fuck over him.”

“Alright, but you’re coming with me!” he nodded, keeping his hand on your shoulder as you returned to the dorms, heading to his dorm.

You paused just outside his door, knocking lightly. Bakugou was a few feet behind you, out of the way, but close enough to step in if something were to happen.

The door swung open slowly, revealing a bored-looking Todoroki. WHen his eyes landed on you, he jumped a little, taking a step back. His hand tightened around the doorknob, his other hand gripping his pants

“Y-Y/n-“ he stuttered, eyes flickering between you and Bakugou. “I-“

“We need to talk.”

“Listen I- I’m sorry!” He exclaimed.

“Todoroki, I don’t think you get it. ‘Sorry’ doesn’t cut it. You might have scarred me, so your one mistake might stay with me my whole life!”

“I know.” His head drooped, and his grip on his pants loosened. “I know. I’m- I’m just like him.”

“Him?”

“I promised I was nothing like him but here we fucking are!”

“Shoto what are you talking about?”

“I’m the worst kind of person!”

“No!”

Shouto looked up, eyes brimming with tears. You took a few steps forward, taking his face into your hands.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered “it was an accident, and you didn’t mean it. Please don’t talk about yourself like that.”

Bakugou grabbed you, yanking you away from him

“Uh, what the fuck? You came here to sever ties with him, not fucking comfort him!”

“Look at him, Bakugou. He needs me.”

“Y/n-“

“Trust me.” You smiled at Bakugou, pushing him away from you slowly before turning back to Shouto. You took the boy into your arms, rocking back and forth with him.

You ignored the heavy feeling in your chest, and the screams your brain slew ar you to get off of him, get away from him, and let Bakugou protect you.

You ignored logic, emotion, and all better judgement.

For this boy who’d hit you.

But Bakugou would end up being right, he was smart.

You’ll see.

Katsuki Bakugou/ Dynamight

Shit wrong Pomeranian

That’s better

Katsuki stood outside Recovery Girl’s room, waiting for Kirishima to come out and tell him what was going on.

He was chewing on his nails, foot tapping against the ground as he stared at the door. He could hear people moving around and talking inside.

He couldn’t get the sound of your screaming out of his head, the large dark patch that formed on your skin around your face, the way you just... fell.

The door slid open, and Bakugou stared forward and Kirishima stepped out, smiling and thanking Recovery Girl.

Bakugou was on his feet in an instant, grabbing Kirishima’s arm.

“How are they? Do they hate me? Can I see them?” He rambled, Kirishima gently pushing Bakugou off him.

“Uh, they’re fine for the most part, they haven’t said anything about you at all, and ask Recovery Girl.” He said, backing off down the hall as Bakugou stared helplessly after him.

“You uh- you might want to apologize. They are really upset.” Kirishima told him, quickly running off down the hall. Bakugou faced towards the room, stepping inside.

A cyan curtain blocked him from seeing you, and he heard shuffling behind it. It slid open, Recovery Girl stepping out. She looked up and saw Bakugou.

She wacked his leg with her needle/cane, and he yelped, stumbling backwards.

“You have no shame!” she snapped. “With what you did to them, you should be cowering outside right now!”

“Shhh!” Bakugou pressed up against the wall. “Do you want them to know I’m here?”

“Are you that clueless?” she grumbled, pulling herself up into her chair. “They’ve gone temporarily deaf.” Bakugou froze, glancing back at the curtain.

He’d blown up your eardrums.

He felt Recovery Girl press something into his hands, and he glanced down.

It was a small whiteboard, with a pen and washcloth.

This was how he’d have to talk to you.

On a fucking whiteboard.

RG pulled the curtains aside, revealing you.

You were laying in the bed, half your face wrapped up in bandages, hands resting on your lap.

“Y/n...” he murmured. You remained still, staring out the window. Bakugou cleared his throat, and you still didn’t react.

“They can’t hear you, remember?” RG shook her head, waddling over to the other side of your bed, pointing at Bakugou. He watched your face slowly turn, before his eyes shot away from you, staring at the ground.

He heard you swallow, and you let out a soft whimper.

Were you scared of him?

Bakugou lifted the whiteboard, quickly scribbling some kanji on it

ごめんなさい (Translation: I am sorry)

You reached forward, taking the whiteboard from him and erasing his words, putting your own down instead.

分かってる。(Translation: I know)

Bakugou pursed his lips, fidgeting with his shirt before he watched you put more writing down

どうして？(Translation: Why?)

Bakugou reached out, taking the whiteboard back, quickly putting down his excuse explanation

私は弱いと感じました。じゃあ霧島を助けてくれたんだ。うらやましくなってきた (Translation: I felt weak. Then you helped Kirishima. I got Jealous)

お許しください (Translation: Please forgive me.)

He handed you the whiteboard back, tapping his foot against the ground. You passed it back to him, and he hurridly read your response.

私はそれについて考えます (Translation: I’ll think about it.)

He had a chance. His eyes finally lifted off the whiteboard, landing on you.

The visible part of your face looked exactly the same, although there was a large bandage on your ear. Your eye looked sad, fearful, and nervous. You had a shaky smile on your face, trying to make him feel better.

You were always thinking about him.

それは再び起こらないだろう (Translation: It won’t happen again)

You sighed, smile falling.

本気？(Translation: Are you sure?)

Bakugou felt his heart drop into his stomach.

Well of fucking course you didn’t trust him, look what he’d done to you!

おっしゃる通りです。. もうお前を放っておいてやるさようなら、y/n。(Translation: You are right. I will leave you alone now. Goodbye, y/n.)

He stood up, leaving the whiteboard on your bed. He headed towards the door, with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He ignored the soft cry of your voice, surprised he was leaving.

He ignored the way you managed to choke out his name in a warbly, unsure voice.

He slid the door shut behind him, slumping against it and sliding down until he sat on the cold ground. He buried his face into his arms, finally allowing himself to cry.

He wasn’t going to try and talk to you, he resolved. He wasn’t going to bother you or scare you.

He’d keep you safe by refusing to talk to him.

He’d let the author end the fanfiction right then and there.

The door slid open behind him, and he flopped backwards, staring up at your face. You were holding the whiteboard.

オマンコにならないでください。事故だったのは分かってる頑張って俺を捕まえるのか諦めるのか? どんなヒーローがあきらめるだろうか？

(Translation: Don't be a pussy. I know it was an accident. Are you going to work hard and get me or give up? What kind of hero would just give up?)

A smirk slowly spread across his face. Yeah, he’d work hard. He’d never scare you or hurt you again. He’d do better.

He’d be the best boyfriend.

And he’d accept your help to stand up next to you.

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After fic note: ohmygod I’m finally finished. This took fucking forever. You loved part one so much, I had to make sure part two was perfect.

Some of these ended in heartbreak

Another ended in a questionable descision

The last ended happily

All of them are different!

I hope you get my references, and appreciate the Japanese Kanji I put in Bakugou’s part (if any of it is inaccurate, please let me know so I can try my best to fix it. I don’t speak or write Japanese, I used this translator to get what I needed).

I worked hard on this, so if y’all could tell me what you like and dislike about this so I can improve my writing, that would be lovely. Don’t be afraid to pop a comment or pop into my ask box, I do my best to respond to every comment and ask, so don’t worry about being ignored.

I love all of you, and I’m so glad to be able to write for you.

Thanks for all of your support, I promise I’ll work hard on all of my drafts to make sure you get entertainment constantly!

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mindninjax · 2 years

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To Shape a Home (8)

Autumn- Chapter 8

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Bakugo x Reader

Warnings: more Erasermic 😍, Reader being silly, idiots flirting

WC: 2.6K

a/n: this one is fairly short chapter since last chapter always way longer haha. Anywhoo enjoy these goobers I love so much and also Enjoy Shouta being a lil matchmaker bahaha

You find out a few weeks later the twister that blew through your home, didn’t even set down. The damage done to most of the buildings in Pelican Town are easily fixable and everyone in town chips in to help. Shouta and Hizashi come over for dinner and comment about the broken lock on your door and help you fix it.

“It’s a shame. I always thought the front door of this place was lovely with the heavy antique wood and carved designs on the baseboards,” Hizashi sighs dreamily as Shouta screws in the bolts for your new door.

“It was a beautiful door. I’m kind of sad to see it go. The new one just doesn’t match the vintage vibes Gramps had in this place,” You reply pouring hot tea into three mugs.

Shouta grunts as he stands and stretches to crack his back. “Yeah well it’s better than not having a proper lock on the door. I’m still surprised it was able to be broken like that. What’d you say happened again?” He inquires with a raised eyebrow.

Shoot, he totally knows. You hadn’t mentioned anything about Katsuki breaking down your door to save you during the storm. Hell, you haven’t spoken to Katsuki since the two of you emerged from Jodi’s cellar, soaked and cold and flushed from the weird electric atmosphere. In fact, you were avoiding him at every moment you could.

It was so incredibly stupid of you to word vomit all your thoughts about your grandpa to him. Him, of all people in the town. You’ll never be able to look in his eyes again, let alone have a regular conversation with him again. It also doesn’t help that you’ve thought about the entire situation non-stop since it happened. Even going so far to dream about it.

It's true you don’t have control over what you dream about, the issue is when you wake up wishing you could still be in the dream. Especially when it involves the way his rough hands held you and the intoxicating smell of his breath and cologne, and the way his eyes burned into yours as he leaned in to kiss you. But more specifically you keep thinking about what he said to you.

Yer grandad would understand I think. I mean, if the guy thought you were actually a bad person, I fuckin’ doubt he’d keep tryin’ with you or leave his farm to you. So you shouldn’t continue hiding’ all yer feelings. If you’re grievin’, fuckin let yourself grieve. ‘S the only way you’ll get better.”

He had a point and it’s been easier to speak your mind rather than having to filter all your words through a “polite screen filter” in order to make sure people liked you. You’d slowly but surely started being comfortable and saying what was on your mind. Whether it was because Katsuki told you to or not didn’t matter—or so you tell yourself—but the fact that you’re doing it anyway is good.

You take a deep breath and arrange the teacups and teapot on a tray. “Umm Katsuki Bakugo had to break it down during the storm,” you say quickly but nonchalantly.

If Hizashi were sipping tea right now he would’ve spit it out dramatically. Instead his eyes grow wide and his jaw drops. Shouta walks over to sit on the couch and gently caresses his husband's face and closes his mouth.

“I didn’t know the two of you were close,” Shouta replies. The edges of his lips twitch and you know he’s holding back a smirk.

“Yeah! In fact I thought he hated you and everyone except those three guys he spends time with,” Hizashi tacks on.

For some reason, that irritates you. You know for a fact Katsuki cares a lot about his job at Toshi’s based on the end of the conversation you overheard that night. And your neighbor Jodi gushes about how he’s always giving her free tomatoes and how he’s so good with her son Vincent. You clear your throat and tiptoe over to them, balancing the tray delicately.

“Actually, he’s not that bad once you get him talking, “ you mutter. When Shouta flicks an eyebrow up in suspicion again, you know you’re not being as casual as you’d assume.

“Why did he need to break the door down?”

“Umm well, I…was stupid...and was worried about Frenchie...and he came to help me out during the storm,” you stammer handing him a cup. It’s not a lot of details about what happened and you realize that but thankfully he doesn’t ask for more.

“Hmm...well try to be more careful next time. We don’t know if Katsuki will always be around to save you if you’re in trouble,” he berates.

The way Shouta says Katsuki’s name is suspicious. Is there some kind of a double meaning behind his words? He definitely thinks you’re hooking up with him. Is he asking “should we expect him to always be there to save you or is this just a fluke?”

You’re honestly asking yourself the same. Based on what you know about “flukes”, it doesn’t seem that way. Katsuki’s been at the right place at the right time all the times you’ve been afraid or nervous or panicking near the trash cans outside of a bar. Not to mention, spilling your guts to him and almost jumping his bones in a cramped cellar.

You nod in agreement and give Shouta a tiny grin. “I’ll be more careful. Promise.”

The inevitable happens a few weeks later. Eijirou calls you and invites you over to his place for a small get together before everyone in town becomes too busy with preparing for the fair toward the end of the season.

“Plus I haven’t seen ya in a few weeks now! I miss ya Darlin’,” Eiji pouts over the phone.

As always it’s hard to say no to him and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him too. You’ve been spending most of your time at home and with good reason. After making the repairs to your farm and spending hours jarring your fruits and veggies from the harvest, you’d locked yourself away trying to perfect a few of your grandmother’s recipes. The peach crumble hadn’t been successful, but you were determined to get it perfect. You’d also finally purchased a cow, and making her feel at home had been your number one priority.

With all the new exciting additions to the farm, you’d completely forgotten that the one person you’d been trying to avoid would also be there. And now you can currently feel him staring daggers at you from across the room as you chat with Hanta about your new cow. Ignoring him is hard, you really want to see if he’s angry or if he’s just as unbothered as he usually is, but you aren’t ready for either of those reactions. Instead you excuse yourself to the kitchen to grab a drink.

“You been avoidin’ me?”

Your ears ring when you hear him again and warmth shoots through your entire body. He doesn’t sound angry, per say but hurt lingers on the edge of his words. He’s behind you and you square your shoulders and take a deep breath before spinning around to look at him.

Of course he’s gorgeous as always, same flannel he always wears in a varying shade of orange—you wonder how many of those he has—and a black fitted shirt that spreads over his pecs and hugs his tiny waist. It must’ve been a while because you don’t remember how much he towers over you until right now. He stands in the kitchen doorway, leaning against it casually with a raised eyebrow and pursed lips.

You swallow loudly and lick your now dry lips. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve just been busy. Why would I be avoiding you?” you try to shrug like he is being ridiculous but you know he’s not and so does he.

He pushes himself off of the doorway and strolls to stand directly in front of you. “I don’t know Sweetheart. You tell me.”

Your heart flutters at the nickname. No. Keep it together. To distract yourself you snort and try to joke with him.

“Sweetheart? Couldn't resist not calling me Minnie like everyone else, huh? Had to have a special nickname that only you call me?” you tease.

“Yeah.”

He doesn’t tack on a mean comment or flash you a sassy look. He just looks at you with a calm smooth expression and waits for you to reply.

“Oh,” is all you say.

It’s awkward again. Damn, you are not good at this. He snickers and flashes you a crooked smirk before brushing past you to grab a water bottle. At his touch, you shiver. He’s always so warm and when his arm slides against yours, there’s an aching need to have them wrapped around you.

There’s more than enough room for him to get around you. He doesn’t shove you out of the way or nudge you. It’s gentle, a minute gesture that definitely divulges more than what he’s just said to you.

Is he flirting with you? Shocking. You didn’t know Katsuki Bakugo could flirt. And you’re pretty sure he doesn’t ever want to flirt with you. Still there’s no mistaking, he’s being a tease.

It’s the worst possible moment for you to be hearing Shouta’s voice in your head, but it makes its way there. He’d grabbed you before he and Hizashi left your house that night. He’d whispered it quickly under his breath as if it were just a quick little reminder to pick up milk the next time you were in town. Yet it stuck with you like it was your life’s prophecy.

Stop punishing yourself and stop doing everything you think everyone else wants you to do. Do what you want, take care of the farm in your own way. Teddy would want that. He’d want you to forgive yourself.

It’s annoying how much his advice sounds like Katsuki’s. What do you want? Is it a sign that you haven’t been able to stop thinking about Katsuki since the storm? Maybe starting something intimate wouldn’t be the best idea, but then again there’s never been any harm in just flirting.

Well shit, it shouldn’t be this hard. You need to calm down and stop overthinking everything. In a last ditch effort to stop yourself from ruining everything you shoot out the first thing that pops into your mind.

“Hey where do you live?”

It definitely helps in quieting your thoughts but does nothing for decreasing the awkwardness of the situation. To your surprise Katsuki spins around, twists the cap off of his water bottle and raises an eyebrow before putting it to his lips. He takes a few swigs, flicks his tongue over his top lip then smirks at you.

“Tsk, kinda a breach of privacy dontcha think?” he teases and he keeps that smug smirk on his face. Almost like he’s pleased you’re asking about where he lives.

Naturally you pout, planting a hand on your hip and cocking it to the side. You see his eyes light up ever so slightly. “Well you’ve been to my house uninvited twice now, and both times, if I remember correctly, were quite unsavory. I had to get a whole new door because of you.”

Katsuki takes a step toward you but it’s not in an intimidating manner. Although he’s glaring, it feels like he just wants to be closer to you.

“Remind me next time you’re stupid enough to hide in a bathtub during a storm to leave you there,” he grunts folding his arms over his chest.

“Pft, yeah like you’d actually be able to leave me there,” you scoff, rolling your eyes at him.

You’re not sure when it got so easy to go back and forth with him like this but the comment is out of your mouth before you have a chance to catch it. He pauses and this time it’s your turn to smirk a crooked smile at him. Two can play at this game.

Katsuki is blushing. He tries to hide it by turning his face away slightly but he stood so close when he approached you, it’s almost impossible not to see the back of his flushed neck. He stuffs his hands in his pockets while trying to keep that grimace he always dons on his face. As a mercy to him you try to get back to the original question.

“I wanna bring you a gift to say thank you for saving me and Frenchie’s life. Isn't it like, country law to say thank you with a casserole or something?” you reply, playfully nudging him.

“Country Law?” There’s something charming about the stupid grimace he sports when he looks at you like you’ve lost your mind. He makes it so easy to relax and be yourself, despite being prickly and seemingly easy to anger.

“Yes. It’s real shut up,” you huff. Instead of laughing like you thought he would, he closes back up and you’re worried now that maybe you misread the atmosphere.

“S’not a big deal. You don’t gotta thank me,” he mutters. He drops his eyes to the floor. Oh. He’s embarrassed again.

“Come on, please?” you ask in a soft voice reaching out to him.

His shoulders tense when you ask, like he can’t believe you just pleaded with him. You don’t mean to sound this desperate but it comes out that way anyway and you bite your lip. Maybe you subconsciously really want to go to his house.

It’s only fair. Like you said, he’s seen your house twice now and you’ve never seen his. In fact by the end of your rationalization you’ve convinced yourself that he should be inviting you over.

He steps closer to you, so close you have to raise your head slightly to look up into his eyes. Your lips are pursed, your chin is raised, ready to argue if he tells you no but the way he stares down at you, the way he steps a little closer than anyone else having a normal conversation would, makes you hold your breath. You try—and fail—to ignore the way his red irises flit down to your lips and quickly back to your eyes.

He breathes out through his nose, keeping his eyes trained on you, looking down through his blonde lashes. You gasp when he reaches around you to grab something on the counter behind you.

“Fine,” he mutters in a husky voice.

He grabs your hand, and flips it over to rub his thumb idly over the smooth skin of your palm before he bites the cap off of a pen—oh that’s what he was grabbing—fastens it to the other side of the pen with his mouth and writes his address on your palm.

It’s all in one fluid motion and your eyes widen as you watch him. Your heart speeds up when he reapplies the cap to the opposite end of the pen with his teeth, then leans in close to your ear as if he’s going to whisper a secret.

You feel his breath on your neck and it makes you shiver.

“Try not to sweat too much and make it rub off. S’the only time I’m givin’ it to ya.”

You swear you see a piece of your soul leave your body when he turns to walk away and leaves you standing dumbfounded in the kitchen.

Katsuki Bakugo is definitely flirting with you.

Thanks for reading!

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #stardew valley au #to shape a home #marquie writes

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yostresswritinggirl · 3 years

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@butterfly-mochi Rewrote this freaking thing thrice because it keeps getting deleted wth tumblr agjvahkfajkvk- I enjoyed writing it a lot tho and since I’m too weak to the characters I ended up writing for all of them (except for Sucrose, im sorry bb huhu, I ran out of brain power). This is my first time writing for so many of them in one go so please excuse me for any mistakes or blandness ywy thank you for letting me write for my baby Ganyu too hhhhh

Universe Reversal 2

Genshin Impact Character Reader and Modern Players with Zhongli, Childe & Ganyu (how they simp for you) (event masterlist / Part 1 / Part 3)

Zhongli the F2P

The most relatable out of the bunch because this man is still broke and can only rely on the primogems he can farm. And he had a LOT. The one thing he doesn’t have a lot on, however, is his luck.

So how did he manage to pull you?: Well after exhausting all his primogem on your banner with nothing but weapons and other characters, he has lost his resolve. But by some weird luck, there was a character bug that was fixed and in his email was the almighty consolation primogem. Enough for ONE pull. And by the Gods he FINALLY got you.

He’d nonchalantly post his screenshot of pulling you using a single acquaint fate in his friend group without any words and everyone else just loses their shit. “You got them in one pull?!” “Yeah” A riot.

This was partnered with the fact that not only is Zhongli an F2P player, but also barely has any five star characters.

He looks calm and apathetic over the news, but behind the screen he’s exhausted and relieved, silently livid.

He has no primogems left to squeeze for a constellation so you’re instead pampered with the best weapon suitable for you (because that’s all he keeps getting).

Zhongles spends most of his time farming for materials to quickly level you up, unlocking all your stories and voiceline, but he fucked up on your build (his artifacts are messy).

He follows communities, forums and videos regarding your character to know all the things he needs to perfect your build. You can barely make a dent against normal mobs, so he knew he was doing something VERY wrong.

Is the type of person to keep refreshing the page for new content, very updated.

Ask him a question about your character and he’s gonna bring you the word vomit that is his research. He’s not gonna stop- probably accidentally developed a copypasta for you.

Also follows your VA in both Tiktok and Twitter to indulge in every bit of content. He also has that screenshot of his pull saved and locked.

On his birthday, a friend of his gifted him a chibi plushie of you and he has treasured it ever since, treating and handling it like its a figurine.

“It is merely pure luck and grace from the gacha gods that I got this character, and I will make sure that they know I am very grateful for this fortune.”

Favorite Voiceline: Birthday Message

Childe The Whaler

This lucky wealthy bastard with no remorse for his money whales for EVERY character. He’s making a collection, which is to get all the characters, especially the five stars. So when your banner finally popped up, he’s gonna square up and trigger a whole ass meteor shower.

How he pulled you: Money. His luck with this games are actually not the best so he always compensates with money, he got you halfway through the first failed pity, almost giving him a heart attack that he might actually break the bank just to get you.

And then he pulls more to raise your constellation lol.

The first thing he does is look over your character info and read through it all; constellation infos, your base stats, artifact compatibility.

At the end when he’s maximized everything, he would then focus on playing around with your character *coughs climbing noises coughs*

He thought you’d just be another part of his collection but playing with your character was very enjoyable and in-line with his playstyle- oops 100 screenshots with the Kamera-

Any and all merchandise that he fancies would be his, and he’s definitely flexing it to the other sweetie nerds who call themselves simps. He’s fighting for the simping title, and he’s currently neck and neck with this fanartist in Pixiv.

Speaking of that fanartist, he definitely commissioned an expensive and detailed portrait of you, full rights and everything. No one else was allowed to use it but him.

Was also the first one with the audacity to call out your VA to create an account on Tiktok to create more content with your voice. He was successful.

His obssession also comes in the form of self-indulgent contents, and had been keeping track of the ship wars happening. During conventions, he cosplays as the character shipped with you the most (or the character he thinks should end up with you).

Silently scrutinizing those who cosplay you, only ever taking pictures with/of the best looking one, sorry haha

Definitely flaunts that you are his waifu/husbando and will fight for best girl/best boy during debates or polls. Has mobilized the community to vote for you once. He’s very persuasive.

“Hm? Why I’m just the best collector in the game, and I am more than happy to let everyone know that I am their number one fan haha, everyone who claims otherwise is definitely wrong!”

Favorite Voiceline: More About (Y/N) I-IV, (Y/N)’s Hobbies...

Ganyu the Employed

Ganyu, our dearest overworker, is one of the players in the older stage who actually has a job but still plays Genshin for their past times. The gorgeous sceneries and the music is her main focus in playing the game, not much of a try-hard but still decent in the combat mechanics.

How she pulled you: You came home within 50 pulls! And you appeared again after another 10 pull! Ganyu was so SHOOKT and so distressed because oh goodness, what does she do? She doesn’t know anything much about you!

Will rewatch your three trailers to try and understand your skills better, ended up saving the soundtracks from them because that was such a nice trailer music! Tnbee gains a new follower!

Ganyu will take a while before she can properly play or build you up because she’s so busy with work, she only ever plays when she feels fully done with her work.

During her break she plays with your character while multi-tasking on eating, earphones plugged in and sight on the phone as she farms materials and artifacts for you.

The moment she gets more help from her player friends tho, holy shit, you just ended up being so OP. She had so many good artifacts and weapons for you because she didn’t know what they were for before.

She loves how you’re so easy to use and can easily solo the enemies and even the boss fights. A huge breather, because now Ganyu can cheese the battles that takes a while, to give her more time to focus on the storyline and lores.

Since Ganyu plays for the story and aesthetic, she’ll find you almost always in her team. Still very proud of her pull, she makes the best screenshots of your fights or in the best angle through exploration.

Treasures you so much she starts talking to her phone- “Ah, no, please don’t fall.” “There’s violetgrass up there, let’s try and get it”

Blushes everytime you produce a sound when climbing, doesn’t change you anyways tho

Hums to your trailer music while working, and if permitted, would have the song on repeat while she buries herself in work. She finds it really refreshing and the time she spends in work miraculously flies by fast when she gets lost in the sound.

At one point, when she was given a day-off or if the convention was on her free time, she attends to look for cosplayers of you and take a picture. No one rejects her because she’s so adorable and cute when asking shyly.

Had brought a decent amount of merchandise, preferably the functional/practical ones like a phone cover, mug or keychain. Also has an earphones clamp with your little chibi self as the holder.

When asked, she would shyly announce that she likes your character the most.

“Their character theme and music really soothes me during work, it feels nice to have them, and I have not once regretted ever pulling for them. They are the best.”

Favorite Voicelines: Good Night/Afternoon..., About Us, Something To Share..., Interesting Things...

so enjoyable...

@moaa @zelos-simp @legionqueensav @dandelion-dreams @snackgod @rxsalinee

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #ganyu x reader #genshin impact zhongli #genshin impact childe #genshin impact ganyu #exile.circlet #exile.flower #sojourner specials #reeeeeeeeee #gender neutral

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thinkingnot · 2 years

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introducing the great thinker -> me <-

Welcome to the Great Apartment

we are now flat m8s

pronouns: he/him (giggling and twirling my hair)

super cool with any terms to be referred as king, queen, idk hoodie, beez, mister landlord anythin really im cool and love

pseudos: Hoodie/Beez/Fern

mains: Yu Wo (author), Trevor Noah, Priest (author), Rood Chrishi & Kielnode Chrishi & Lanoste & Yujeria (characters from Black Haze the manhwa) and a bit of everyone else (just a dash, a pinch)

(colored means i think about them 24/7 :))

ask, spam notis, message, pop off. i like interactions (not very good at responding might be awkward sorry)

tags list:

#nsfw <- any post/rb that contains explicit implications via wordings, imagery, etc..

#hoodie’s ask <- send asks!!! me answer!!!! :D

#tenant <- for anonymous asks!! :]

#hoodie’s real <- hoodie irl related

#hoodie’s day ratings <- also irl related but im rating it >:)

#correct watcher entertainment quotes <- watcher entertainment hyperfixitation brrrr

batfam fic rec <- yall were right i shouldve got onto the bat train a long time ago dammit (includes: copious danny phantom and spiderman crossover)

#orv correct quotes <- omniscient reader’s viewpoint quotes yoooo

#vomit <- ??? idk ive just realized i talk about vomit way too much might as well as warn ya (i do include a warning tag, the #tw vomit)

#hoodie’s doodles <- it is what it iss

#hoodie reads

#hoodie travels

#thinkingaboutmusic <- where i think abkut music and mostly fangirl over wilbur soot, nf, imagine dragons, mitski & more

#hoodie’s definitions <- i define things for fun

#banish the baddies <- self care, for when you get not nice thoughts and maybe a little bit sad or a lot. i got some little things for you to do or maybe just a distraction. you can reply/rb to these and i will see them or maybe you can do the things in private if you want!!

#fic events things <- i join fic events

#live-fic-react <- haha so im an avid fic reader

#not sponsored but promo for cool shits <- i see good stuffs, i share good stuffs :D

#confession slash jay <- usually accompanied with #or is it cuz i make them when i am in silly goofy mood /lh /hj to all of em’

#correct mcyt quotes <- quotes that are from streams vids or idk any social medias and is canon/real - i will add the source

#fics recs <- uhhhh fics recs :D (me read, they’re good, me recs, they’re probably-definitely all tommyinnit-centric)

#gender <- when i am feeling gender :)

#ranble <- when i randomly ramble

#personal <- ehhhhhh it’s like when i’m bored imma say shit that’s well personal and nobody asked 😎

#hoodie’s art <- when i doodle on the paper and decided to bring it to show and tell

#hoodie’s achievements <- i’ve done things! hooray!! no matter what those things are (ie: felonies, awards, how lonely i am, aged,.etc..)

#hoodie’s lil siblings <- self explanatory

#hoodie’s mc skins <- i made mc skins!

so back on 23rd April my account was bleh

@thinkingaboutaus

@thinkingaboutirlstreams

o7, you’ll be missed

i literally don’t even know how all my blogs just got wiped off i didn’t even do anything

ps: if u recognize me pls tell i forgot all my moots urls ;-;

thanks m8’s

update:

im back babyyyyy

but im too lazy to re-login rn so….. actually….

idk imma just use two accounts from now (probably one on the computer and one on the fone) <- i in fact is still too lazy

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demonslayedher · 3 years

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"Grandpa Kokushibo" AU

This started as a simple little joke in those Muichiro doodles. And then it was just supposed to be a simple little drabble. A simple little Crack Fic. But next thing you know...

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“You… you are my descendent…”

“…huh…”

Six flaring eyes loomed over Tokito, the two in the middle etched with writing. Upper Moon… One…

“Those eyes…”

Having been so locked on the demon’s eyes, he didn’t realize at first that it was talking about his own. “…huh…?”

“…They’re red… a sign… a Kakushaku-no-Ko… you have… potential…”

“……huh…..”

“Become… a demon…”

“…huh………. Huh!?”

With little recourse to convince the demon to leave like he might attempt with a bear or a boar, Tokito brought the demon home. “Sweetheart? I, uh… a relative of mine is visiting.”

His wife, whose complexion was lovely even without the luxuries of make-up, smiled up sweetly from where she knelt, with their two young sons asleep on the futon before her. “You still have family? What happy news---”

The demon, Kokushibo, bowed lowly so that he could fit inside the door. “Good evening,” he said.

“…G…Good evening,” she gawked, her soft green eyes wide and locked. “A… a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure… is mine.”

“Uh, so, it seems this is my great-grandfather of sorts. A great many ‘greats.’ A few centuries’ worth of ‘greats.’ What a coincidence that we’ve just run into each other.”

“It’s no… coincidence. I have… always been searching… for Sun Breath users…”

Tokito smiled with his face like puddy. “Sun Breath? What’s that?”

“…to kill them…”

Tokito and his wife shared a “ghh!!” as their throats tightened.

“I did not expect… to find the remains of the Tsugikuni Clan… out here… in this… dump…”

“I, uh, I sort of recall that name being way back in the family. But on the wrong side of the war, you know? We haven’t been a warrior clan since the start of Edo times.”

“A pity… but… no matter… you will have… a greater master to serve…”

“Um! Uh! Would you like to meet your grandsons?”

“Honey, what are you—”

Six eyes widened. “Grandsons?”

“I have twin boys! I’m busy raising them, I don’t have any time for swordsmanship, haha! All I know how to do is swing an ax.”

“Heirs… are important… they’ll do no good… as children… You,” he looked to Tokito’s wife, whose eyes were swirling trying to follow his gaze. “You do it. You raise them. I’ll… train my descendent…”

“Train…?”

“You may have… the ability… to attain the Breath… of the Sun…”

“D---di---di—didn’t you say you were going to kill S-S-Sun Breath users?”

“Why would I… kill my descendent…?”

Tokito was doing his best, but he was hitting his limits for how many more surprises he could take that evening. “Listen, I… I only want what’s best for my family. I want to watch my sons grow up, and teach them how to live a simple life out here in nature. Ancestor or not, we want nothing to do with demons.”

“My dear,” his wife said, some surprised admiration in her tone.

“I have to ask you to leave.”

“I cannot.”

“You will take ‘no’ for an answer!”

“I cannot,” Kokushibo stressed. “The sun is rising. Sunlight… will kill me…”

“…ah… oh. That’s a problem.”

“I’ll remain… here…”

“I’m sorry, I can’t have you do that. You’re a demon, and—”

“Defy me… and I will kill your family.”

“---GHH!” the Tokito couple swallowed harder.

----- The boys woke up to find a demon quietly sitting cross-legged in the corner. Yuichiro cried, Muichiro stared. Tokito didn’t want to scare them, however rightfully they should be, so he smiled and introduced the demon as their grandfather. Kokushibo politely bowed his head. The boys were quickly accepting. In his heart, Tokito cried and begged the forgiveness of his religious parents for not teaching them a proper distaste for evil.

In a battle of will, Tokito would be easily outmatched. But for however many years Kokushibo had on him, he didn’t seem like a quick thinker. Tokito might be able to beat him in a battle of wits. He had an ability that was sure to ward Kokushibo off, if only he could wield it with the right timing.

“If you leave me no choice, Grandfather, then I guess I must learn this Sun Breathing swordsmanship you keep talking about! Maybe you’re right, maybe I do have potential! I’d like to think all my practice cutting down trees makes me adept with a blade,” he smiled, his hands proudly at his hips. “Will you take a look this evening?”

“Yes… I eagerly await… seeing your potential… my descendent…”

Tokito grinned. He couldn’t wait either. In the meantime, Yuichiro and Muichiro spent the daylight hours at either side of the unusual houseguest.

“Grandpa, you have flames on your face. Do those hurt?”

“They do not…”

“You have as many eyes as a bug. Why do you have so many eyes?”

“Because… I am… a demon…”

“It looks gross. With all those eyes, can’t you see it looks gross?”

“I can see… a great many things…”

“Why are there eyes on your sword? Can your sword see?”

“My sword is made with… my blood… its eyes… are my eyes…”

“Is your sword a bug?”

“What’s its name?”

“Kyokokukamusari.”

“Kyokko…”

“Kyokyaku…”

“Kyokyakoku…”

“Kyokukuka…”

“Your tongues… are young.”

When evening fell, Tokito put his plan into action. It took no special effort on his part, all he had to do was trust himself.

“Yahh! Yaahh!” he yelled as he swung his ax. “Yaah! Yar! Yagh! Yuh!! Ya—AHHH!” he spun around and fell down, nearly lopping off his own arm. Perfect!

All of Kokushibo’s eyes, even the ones down his sword were blazing on him, and he waited for Kokushibo’s reaction. There was no fooling those eyes, which made Tokito’s plan all the better.

That demon would know!

“You are very…”

“Yes?”

“Clumsy.”

Precisely! This would chase that pesky demon off, wouldn’t it?

“I can see… it will take… many years… to train you…”

…no.

-----

The centuries had made Kokushibo resilient to setback, and time flowed at a different pace for him. “Become a demon now… and you will have… all the time you need… to attain… Sun Breathing…”

“Now, now wait!” Tokito waved his arms. He had taken the full next day to get his wits rounded back up, while Kokushibo resided indoors again patiently allowing the curious bos to poke the eyes of his sword, proving to them he was too powerful to be harmed by their tiny fingers. Yuichiro contemplated poking Kokushibo in one of the eyes on his face, but he hesitated when all six were focused on him, and he cried and buried his face behind his hands. “Wait. Wait. You can wait, can’t you?”

“Wait… for what?”

“If it’s inevitable that I have to become a demon, can’t you wait for me to be a human longer?”

“What good is there… in being human?”

“I want to watch my boys grow up!”

“I am a demon… I see them… perfectly fine.”

“Well, I mean, but, no, I mean, like, out there, having a normal family life with them. Working in the mountains, coming home, making food.”

“A human body… is weak… and will starve… without food… A waste… of time… to constantly…. work… for… Your body… will grow old… and frail… Become a demon… and these concerns… will vanish…”

“You—you make a compelling argument, Grandfather. But being human is good too!”

“How… is being human… better… than being… a demon?”

“I, well… is… isn’t it weird to learn Sun Breathing if I can’t see the sun?”

The demon’s eyes, every last one of them, went wide. Tokito had him! “You’re… right…” he said, stunned.

“Haha, oh, Grandfather! It’s been so long since you’ve seen it that you must had forgotten about it! All the creatures of this world are meant to be touched by the sun’s rays, it’s the natural way of things. It’s a blessing.”

“Sun Breathing… may require… practice… under the sun…”

“Haha, it may take a while, but I guess I’ll have to do my best on my own.”

“I will… train you… at night… and by day… you will train… under the sun…”

-----

The arrangement seemed to be working a while. Whether Tokito trained during the day or not (he did not), his progress was slow. His wife had come to get accustomed to the situation, knowing she had to make the best of it until the demon hopefully got bored and left. Having the boys so entertained during the day helped her get a lot of extra work done around the house.

“Grandfather,” she addressed him. “We got a great catch for dinner tonight, look at the size of this fish! What part of the fish is your favorite? I’ll serve that part for you.”

“Demons… do not eat… fish…”

“Oh, how rude of us. What would better suit your tastes?”

“Demons… do not consume… human food… we would… vomit it…”

“Ahhh… oh. Well, we can’t have that.”

“Grandpa. Grandpa,” Muichiro tugged at his hakama. “Then what do demons eat?”

“Humans.”

Muichiro stared, and after what felt like a long time in human experience, his face flushed and his eyes welled with tears. Yuichiro pinched his cheek. “Don’t cry, stupid. He’s only teasing you.”

“…oh,” Muichiro, red-faced and cheek still stretched smiled with relief.

Their mother, meanwhile, was blanched white, the fish still flopping around in her stiff hands.

“You’re not… making much… progress… could it be… you’re not… practicing… in daylight…?”

“Ah, ahhhh, yes, I’m afraid not,” Tokito sweated profusely. “That… that’s just part of being human. There’s so much work to do all day and then I have to sleep through so much of the night. I may never learn swordsmanship at this rate, hahaha!”

“Then hurry… and become a dem—”

“S-Sure must had been nice to be in a samurai clan back in your day, huh? Servants to do all the tedious chores and stuff so you could focus and train! May, maybe it’d be nice to hear some stories about when you were growing up! The boys would love to know their family history too, I’m sure!”

“…what chores…?”

“Oh, haha, oh, Grandfather! Did you not even know what chores were? What a charmed life—”

“What chores?” he stressed.

“Uhh---well---chopping trees, mostly.”

“Your ax… hand it to me…”

“Uhh… yes, sir.”

“I will chop your trees… so you… may advance… in your training…”

“Ye… yes, sir.”

-----

They had an excess of very high-quality wood on a regular basis. It sold so well on Tokito’s occasional trips into town that he found himself with more money than he ever had in his life. “Use it… to buy food…” Kokushibo instructed him. “Nourish your family… with it… buy warmer clothes… save your labor…”

Tokito had been raised being told that demons were evil, but he began to question that. They were all part of a world beyond humans, populated by Buddhas and Tengu and foxes, who was to say that their nature was entirely evil?

All at once, one night after months of the demon’s constant presence, he disappeared. Tokito and his wife cried with relief, and Tokito vowed to use the gifts the supernatural ancestor bestowed on them to raise his family well, and to never forget humility in the face of things outside their human experience.

But then he came back the following night.

“G-Grandfather,” he trembled. “Y-y-you’re back.”

“I went out… to feed. Now… continue… your practice…”

Inside, his wife cried on behalf of them both, for Tokito was too scared to anything but obey.

-----

Two years went by. With no choice, Tokito could not help that his swordsmanship improved. “Hhm,” Kokushibo nodded with approval. “Soon… I shall… find you a sword… no longer… a wooden one…”

“Aw, you don’t need to trouble yourself, Grandfather!”

“It is… no trouble… to steal one…”

“Well, what I mean is, I’m still so clumsy! Hahaha! Sure would be a waste of effort to kill myself by accident, wouldn’t it?”

“Hmm… you are right…”

“Hahaha!”

“I will… make you a demon first…”

“No! No, wait! I’ll keep practicing, I’ll keep practicing! Let’s hold off on a real sword until I’m ready!”

“You are… delaying… the inevitable…”

“And you are exceedingly patient, Grandfather!”

“That person… is not… so patient… he watches… and tells me… to hurry… and be done… with you…”

“Ghh!” he gulped as he went pale. He should never had forgotten his humility facing that which was outside human experience.

“Gra-a-a-a-nd-paaaa!” came a voice at the door of the hut. “Come fold origami with us!”

“I would… rather play Go…” the demon answered as he turned around and answered the summons.

“Go is boring!”

“You will… appreciate it when you are older…”

His wits. Tokito had to keep thinking with his wits.

-----

Another year went by. Kokushibo remained outwardly patient, but once again made mention of ‘that person.’

“He has… more tasks for me… than to be here… tonight… I will grant you his blood…”

“Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!” Tokito raised his voice at him. This was it. He had to enact his next plan. “What are all these ‘tasks’ anyway? You still take plenty of time away to be a hitman, what else could he possibly have you do?”

Kokushibo answered very simply. “Look for… the blue… spider lily.”

“Ha! Spider lilies aren’t blue, everyone knows that,” sneered Yuichiro.

“The spider lilies are all dead,” said Muichiro. “It’s winter.”

If Kokushibo had twelve eyebrows, he would had raised them in their direction. “I… see… winter… of course… they must… be seasonal…”

“Are you senile, Grandpa? Of course they’re seasonal. They only grow in autumn.”

“You see big patches of them all of a sudden!”

“Autumn… of course… how could I… had forgotten…”

“That’s to be expected, don’t be so hard on yourself, Grandfather,” Tokito’s wife sweetly smiled to him. “They’re a daytime flower, it must be so long since you’ve seen them.”

“Daytime… yes… of course… they’re under… the sun… no wonder… it’s been… impossible… for demons… for a thousand… years… that person’s… blood… is swelling… within me… with… frustration…”

With the rising tenseness in Kokushibo’s voice, Tokito’s muscle sprung with their own tension. “N-no wonder! How sad! How sad that demons can’t go under the sun! I hope I never—”

“That person… will give you… more time. For you… must search… in the daytime…”

“Ghh…” he swallowed. “Y… yes, sir.”

“That’s stupid,” said Yuichiro. “You’re not going to find any in winter.”

“Yes… it’s stupid. You will… search next autumn… and train… until then… and…”

“……….and……….?”

“Play… Go… with me. These rascals… have no… appreciation for… Go…”

“It’s boring, Grandpa!”

“I’m trying, I can’t remember all the rules!”

“Let’s play Shogi instead!”

“Fine… lay the board… let’s play Shogi…”

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Two more years passed. Tokito had reprieve from his training during the autumns to search for the blue spider lilies, and one untimely fall in those searches gave him a much longer reprieve from training. His leg was badly broken, and he spent most of the winter bedridden.

“Haha… I’m still so clumsy…” he laughed, covering up that he also wanted to cry.

“And now we have to do all your work,” grumbled Yuichiro.

“Are you still in pain, Dear?”

“A… a lot, yes…”

“Become… a demon…”

“N-no! I’m still so clumsy, I haven’t mastered any of the Sun Breath yet!”

“I don’t want Daddy to get hurt anymore,” Muichiro said with tear-stained eyes. “Next autumn, I’ll go look for the flowers instead.”

“Ghh!” Tokito and his wife looked to him, helpless to tell their son to stop.

“Very good… a good child…” Kokushibo patted his head. “You will… be useful… to that person… too…”

It had to stop. Tokito needed to hurry and eliminate this demon, for the sake of his family.

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The following autumn, his leg still bothered him. On most days it was fine, but when it rained or when he climbed too stiff of an incline, the pain kept coming back. He could not use it as any excuse to skip his training, though, for Kokushibo would use that as an excuse to rip him from his humanity.

He kept up the training, as well as ventured out through the mountains to search, and ventured down the mountain periodically to sell the wood that Kokushibo cut. On one of those trips into town, he overheard the gossip.

“I heard it was demons.”

He froze to the spot and listened. He knew it wasn’t Kokushibo, for he was careful not to cause any incidents that would inconvenience the Tokito family—a strange thing that Tokito was sorry for being grateful for. But, perhaps if an incident had occurred closer to them, he’d have heard the following gossip sooner.

“The Demon Slayers are sure to catch it.”

“Demon Slayers?”

“Swordsmen with the sun in their blades, they fight with Breaths to take those monsters down.”

Breaths! Like Sun Breathing!

“Um!” he butted in. “How can I find these Demon Slayers?”

“How? We don’t know. Do you have a demon on your hands, Tokito?”

“…Ghh!... N… No…” he bit his lip and rolled his eyes back to avoid looking at them as he lied.

Maybe there was someone out there who could help him. But how would he find them without raising Kokushibo’s suspicion? The stress made it hard for him to sleep and gave him headaches. His could not risk any talk of this at home, but his sweet wife could see how it pained him, and she whispered with a light cough to let her and the boys take care of searching for the blue spider lilies.

-----

His wife fell ill. A common thing, for humans.

“I’m sorry, Grandfather. For now while I’m still human, I still have human responsibilities to my family. I need to find medicine for her. I’ll be back after I go fetch a herb that will help.”

“You know not where… to find… the blue spider lily… but know… the location… of… a little… herb…?”

“Yes. I’ll be right back.”

“It’s… raining…”

“I know exactly where it is.”

“Where… is it…”

“It grows on the side of a cliff near here.”

“You… know… of plants… on a cliff… but not… the blue… spider lilies…? You… wreak… of… a liar…”

Tokito ran cold.

“And… to think… someone… as… clumsy… as you… would… try… in this… weather…? You…”

This was not the time for everything to crash and fail. His wife’s lungs were in a bad state, if Kokushibo were to do something to him now—

“…are… more… idiotic than I thought… stay here… my… stupid descendent. No wonder… you take… so long to progress…”

The demon very soon returned, unbothered by how his clothes and hair left dripping wet pools throughout their home. He did not know which herb it was so he had cleaned the cliffs of them, allowing Tokito to sort through and pick out the ones that would help. Tokito made them into a medicine to treat his wife, and while it eased her coughing over the following day, she was still in a worrisome state. Kokushibo rolled all six eyes before leaving again that night, returning very close to dawn with his hands full of medicines. “Something… in these… ought to do it…”

It took a little careful trial and error, but a few of them turned out to be very effective, and she soon made a complete recovery.

And now, Tokito had a debt to pay.

-----

He made progress in Sun Breathing. Something was breaking through, making sense in his muscles. Kokushibo watched all the more silently with each night. They both had the sense that there was a change coming soon. Tokito was on the last of his wits.

The time Kokushibo spent around his sons, influencing them… it likewise had to end.

“Grandfather,” he asked, his forehead against his thumbs. “Where do we go once I can no longer be in the sun?”

“You can reside here… as long as that person… allows you to… you want… to watch over your sons… do you not…?”

“I don’t know that much about demons. But if I become one, they’ll be in danger, won’t they?”

“…I will make certain… no harm… will come to your family…”

Tokito closed his eyes with a sigh. “Thank you.”

“Of the two of them… Muichiro… may also… be of use… to that person…”

“Ghh!” his whole chest tightened as much as his throat.

He had let this go on too long. How could he find them? How could he find the Demon Slayers? How could he do without ‘that person’ knowing?

----- The sun! Whatever action he took, it had to be under the protection of the sun!

“Tokito, good to see you!”

“It’s been months!”

“You had us worried.”

And humans! There was a strength in humans he couldn’t forget, and must always find himself humbled by. Anything he could ever accomplish on his own was so small, but with the help of more people! “Thank you for keeping us in mind! My wife fell ill a while, but she’s recovered now.”

“Psst. Are you still, you know?”

“You know?” another one asked, biting her lip and rolling her eyes back a second. “You know?”

“Ah… ah!! Yes!”

“Not to worry, lad,” an old man patted his shoulder. “Your family’s fallen on hard times, and that’s a shame. We’ve spread word of your family, and it’ll reach the right ears soon.” With a grin, the old lady next to him pointed to a crow flying overhead.

“Ahhh!” his eyes watered, and he bowed so low his face nearly hit his knees. “Thank you so much!”

“Hold your head up, young man. Do your roots proud!”

Yes. Even if his roots were Kokushibo, he could not allow himself to lose his humanity. There was still hope!

-----

Tokito had to protect his family. This Breath had a power, a power strong enough to make ‘that person’ want to rid the world of anyone who could use it. Maybe it was ungrateful to hone it as a gift to his eventual rescuers, a weapon that they might use.

A weapon they might use against Kokushibo, the ancestor who had spent years teaching it to him.

After a long day of training in the rays of the sun and well into the night, Tokito returned to his home, already dark inside. Muichiro and Yuichiro were wrapped up in their futon and using Kokushibo’s knees for pillows. All six of his eyes opened slowly, focused solely on Tokito. “You’ve… grown much stronger… it’s time soon… for a sword…”

-----

A knock came at the door. “That’s odd,” his wife blinked her big green eyes to it. They were not used to visitors.

“I’ll get it!!” Tokito shouted with a smile and bounded over to it. Their cry for help had been answered! It had to be buff, strong swordsmen, ready to rescue them and eliminate the demon—

He pulled wide the door, and against the light, there was the silhouette of two small children, and a demure lady in a traveling kimono.

No, this was wrong. Something was wrong. There was something special about these people, but they were not the Demon Slayers he waited for. As his breath tightened, the woman searched his face with growing concern. One of the children at her side looked inside the house, starting first on the woman with the big green eyes, and then the two identical children with long hair, staring back at the door while their Go board was illuminated by the outside light, and then to the dark corner of the house, where a demon sat and stared back.

“Ubu… ya… shi… ki?”

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(((And then, the author who only wanted to write a short crack fic, put the fic away, scared by the evil she had unleashed.)))

#this all started with a dramatic manga reading #and this was also a delight to read aloud as I edited #no recording this time though #my fics #my art #my nice art #my dumb fics #Kokushibo #tokitou muichirou #tokito muichiro

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chokemeanakin · 3 years

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Heyyy first wanna say that I love you!! 💜❤️🤎🧡💙🤍💚🖤

Next, I’ve been really sick lately, like haven’t been bail to take down food for a solid week, and in and out of hospital for the last two weeks, so could you please write up an Anakin small fic or head canon or just anything with a really sick reader, but she finds it hard to exsept help? Your fives have been keep me alive I swear haha

Okay LOVE YOU💖💖

YOOO IVE BEEN WANTING TO DO THIS FOR WEEEEEEKKKSSS you literally read my mind !!! 😆😆😆 (also I’m so sorry that you’re terribly sick, I’m sending you all my love and I hope you get better soon. I love you too boo thang ❤️) HERE WE GO:

(Also fun fact whump is my area of expertise so if this gets to be really long I apologize — it’s just hard for me to narrow stuff down, anyway, enjoy)

Anakin x Sick (fem) Reader Headcanons:

Gif from @swprequels

The minute you get sick, you immediately shut yourself into your room and hide from the world.

You hate people seeing you at your worst, most vulnerable state. So weak, and needy, and messy and in pain. You’ve always been the type to push people away, no matter how sick you get, because you just can’t let them see you like that.

But like.... imagine you’re new to the temple or something. You haven’t been there for very long, and you still don’t really know your way around. And you wake up at night with the worst stomach pains, like writhing around in bed and crying and begging higher powers for any kind of relief sort of pain.

And you somehow manage to wrench yourself onto shaking legs and dig through the bathroom cabinet, only to find that you have no medicine that can help you.

The next logical step is you go to the medbay, but you have no idea where that even is. And so you’re left to drag yourself down the halls to the only other person who you can think of to help you, the only other other person you want to see right now.

Anakin opens the door shirtless, rubbing sleep out of his bleary eyes. You wish you could feel worse for waking him up when he was obviously sleeping, but your stomach is twisting and turning and a layer of cold sweat is forming over you and you need his help. So you swallow your pride and stand there as he asks, “Y/n? What’s wrong, baby?”

He doesn’t hesitate as he gently ushers you into his room, holding you up as he leads you to the bed. You’re glad, because you don’t think your legs can hold you up for very much longer. And he’s kneeling in front of you, taking your face in his hands and wiping away your tears as you clutch at your stomach and tremble beneath him.

“I-I don’t feel good,” is all you can manage before wincing at a particularly painful stab, shuttering as the nausea worsens.

He’s so worried, eyes scanning over every inch of you. He’s less soft now, and more action as protecting you and figuring out what’s wrong is his first priority.

“What hurts?”

Everything hurts, but you settle with the most pressing offender. “My stomach.”

His eyes drop to your arms, which are wound around your middle like you could squeeze the pain away. You’re hunched over, shivering violetently, skin pale in the darkness. Very obviously sick, although now he has to decide whether it’s bad enough where it warrants a visit to the medbay. His heart twists painfully.

“When did it start?”

“A couple hours ago.”

“Did you eat something?”

He’s rubbing his thumb along your cheek, capturing each cold tear as they’re occasionally squeezed out of your eye.

“Not that I know of,” you whisper. “I had the same as everyone else.”

“Okay,” he says after a moment, then stands. He keeps one hand gently cradling your face as he reaches behind you and pulls the blankets back. “You wanna lie down?”

You want to say yes, but suddenly you’re hit with a particularly excruciating twist of the stomach, and you know it wouldn’t be a good idea. If you move even slightly, you’re pretty certain you’ll be spilling your dinner all over the floor. The thought has you moaning slightly, curled even further into yourself, shaking your head. “Can’t.”

“Alright. That’s okay. Do you think you’re gonna be sick?”

A terrible wave of embarrassment washes over you, but you force yourself to nod.

Anakin doesn’t even have to ask to know that you won’t be able to make it the bathroom. He wouldn’t want to subject that to you anyway, knelt on the cold tile floor before the toilet. No, he wants you to be as comfortable as possible.

So he takes his garbage can and makes sure it’s clean before setting it on the floor or in front of you, in case you need it quickly. You’re hanging your head, sweating and shivering and whimpering every so often as the pain builds and builds and washes over you in waves.

“It’s okay,” Anakin sits beside you, hand rubbing your back in grounding circles. “Focus on your breathing. It’ll pass soon.”

You stay there with him like that for a long while. At one point, you’re begging him for some pain meds, or anything that can take the pain away, but he has to refuse because you’re just going to throw them up anyway. He feels awful saying no, because you begin to cry again and lean forward.

He senses it right before it happens. With lightning reflexes, he snatches the bin off the ground and holds it under you just as you begin to get violently sick.

It’s not pretty, and that thought is knocking at the back of your mind as you clutch onto the rim of the bin, emptying your stomach over and over and over, barely able to catch a breath before you’re hit with another round.

Anakin sits right next to you through it all, dragging his fingers along the nape of your neck to gather your hair over one shoulder, rubbing soothing line and circles into your back, hushing you and telling you to let it out, that you’ll feel better once it’s over.

He’s right about that. Throwing up scares you, and you hate it with everything in you, but for the time being you feel a little better. Once your food stops forcing its way back up and you can finally breathe, there’s a moment where the awful stabbing pain in your stomach is quiet and you can open your eyes and lift your head.

“You think you’re done?”

You take a moment to assess your nausea, not wanting to be hit with a surprise attack and make a mess all over the floor. But for the time being, your stomach has settled and now you’re left as a trembling, weak, shell of a human, barely able to sit upright on your own.

You nod and wipe your mouth, disgusted with the contents now on the back of your hand. Your pajamas have been soaked in sweat, and you’re sure you look absolutely disgusting. You’re too weak to care a whole lot, but the shame still bubbles up in your chest.

Somehow he’s got a glass of water, and he’s handing it to you so you can swish and spit. “Small sips, angel.”

Anakin sets the bin down, running his hand over your hair once more before standing. The loss of his warm presence has you shivering violently, teeth clacking together. “You want a bath? Or do you just want to go to bed?”

You don’t think you’d be able to sleep with your clothes stocking to you like this, so you choose the bath. He kisses your forehead once, saying, “I’ll go run it now. Stay here in case you get sick again.”

You nod and he leaves, the sounds of the faucet turning and water splashing into the bath sounding from the bathroom. He comes back to help you up, hands fitting right onto your disgusting sweaty and vomitty body as he half carries you to the bathroom.

And then he helps you get undressed, lowers you carefully into the water, kneels by the side of the tub and holds your hand.

Your eyes are closed and your head is pounding, achey and queasy and tired. You know you have to wash up, but you can’t seem to lift your arms.

So he does it for you 🥺

Squeezing some shampoo into his palm, gently rubbing it into your hair, using his hand to shield your face as he carefully washes it out. Running his hands over your arms and the top of you chest with soap, lathering you up and then rinsing again. And then he’s squeezing water out of a cloth, running the damp material over your face to clean it of sweat and sick.

And when he’s done, he stands and promises to be right back as he takes the bin full of vomit to the communal bathrooms, dumping it out in the toilet and then washing it in the showers. It’s early hours of the morning so no one is there, but he’d do it even if people were looking at him like he was crazy. 🥺

And when he comes back, he helps you out of the bath and bundles you up in a big fluffy towel. Runs it over your skin and dries you up, and helps you stand as you request to brush your teeth.

And then he brings you back into the room and helps you dress in some of his clothes, a pair of his sleep pants that he has to tie the string extra tight so they’ll stay up, and roll the cuffs up to your ankle about 10 times until you can walk without tripping. And he’s also got some sleep shirts that he’s never worn, and you swim in that also so he rolls up the sleeves until you can see your hands.

And now all you want to do is fall back into his pillows and go to sleep, but he asks you to hold on a while longer so that he can get you some meds. And he has you take some pills, encourages you to drink some more water, (“slow, baby”), and then he helps you lie back and get comfortable.

And if you wake up later in the night to get sick again, he’s waking up right along with you, holding you and hushing you and being the sweetest person you could ever ask for.

In instances like this, you can’t help but need and accept his help. And he doesn’t mind giving it, in fact he wants you to come to him. Anything that brings you pain, he’ll destroy.

And he’ll make sure you eat as much as you can, and that you’re drinking water. Constantly asking you how you feel, if there’s anything he can do. Runs a cold cloth over your face to soothe the fever, and massages your aching muscles until you’re all better.

The voice he uses when you’re sick 🥺. He knows that any noise can hurt your head, so he lowers his voice and it’s so smooth and deep and rumbly. So soft and gentle 😭 the sweetest voice bc his baby is in pain and he just wants to take it all away 🥺🥺

In other cases where you’re sick, like you have a cold, you’re more stubborn. You shut yourself away as soon as you get the first symptoms, denying any hint that you might be getting sick, until suddenly he realizes he hasn’t seen you in days and stops by to find you buried under covers, surrounded by tissues, all lights off in your apartment, sleeping fitfully.

And so he’ll sigh a little, clean up your apartment and then sit and watch over you. When you wake up, you’ll groan and burrow deeper into the covers and demand he leave. But he’ll just tell you to be quiet and drink this water.

Demands you tell him the moment you feel sick next time, even though he knows you never will. And then when he gets you some medicine and food, your cheeks are red with embarrassment and fever as you bashfully accept them.

But ofc you’ll get over it soon because Anakin’s here now and you might as well be miserable in his arms. So you push the covers off your overheating body and reach across the bed for him, practically falling into his lap from where he’s sitting on a chair by your bedside.

And he just simply catches you and strokes your hair and hushes you as you bury your wet eyes and flushed cheeks into his chest, sniffling pathetically.

“You’re okay, sweetheart,” he’ll promise, and hold you in his warm arms and rock you until you fall asleep.

Getting sick on Republic Cruisers is the worst. When that happens, you’re either on your way to or back from war. And so usually people are busy and running around, or exhausted and beat up. The ship is cold and everyone has their own problems to worry about, but you feel like ass and you just want to be alone with Anakin.

He feels awful when he sees you, and will order everyone out of the pilot’s room. And then he’ll clear the passenger seat off, urge you to sit down, wrap you up in as many blankets as he can find, and when he can only find a couple, he’ll sacrifice his Jedi robe. And you’ll nuzzle deep down into the cacoon of blankets and inhale the scent of Anakin’s robe, fall in and out of consciousness as you’re lulled to sleep by the soft sounds of the ship.

Anakin wishes there was more he could do for you in these instances, but the food isn’t good and there’s not usually any medicine. So he’ll keep a hand on your knee, or let you hold his hand in your lap as you sleep, and he’ll send a little surge of peace and soothing energy through the force and into you.

Will 100% find an excuse to carry you off the ship when you land, and then spend the rest of the day lying with you and tending to you and trying to make you feel better 🥺

He’s so caring and so protective and sweet. His gentle side really comes out, because his #1 thing is that he needs the people he loves to be safe, so if an illness is hurting you he will do anything he can to take the pain away.

Yes, he can’t take care of himself sometimes. But the minute you’re feeling a little under the weather, suddenly he has a PHD in medical science and he’s nursing you back to health like an expert 🥺

Also he’ll never deny you kisses when you’re sick, even if you warn him he might catch it, he just hushes you and kisses you softly on the lips. Then on the chin, then the nose, then the forehead.

Will always brush off your inability to accept help. If you say “no” or “leave me alone” or “I’m fine go away” he’ll just roll his eyes and plant himself there. Bc no matter how stubborn you can be, he’s even more.

And when you keep apologizing, obviously feeling awful for having him take care of you, he’ll just hush your worries and hold a tissue to your nose and go “blow.”

And then he’ll stay with you and watch over you until you’re all better. And even when you get back into the swing of things, he’ll watch over you like a hawk while you’re recovering 🥺🥺

You might get shy and ashamed and embarrassed when he tries to help you, but he doesn’t mind. You’ll just have to come to accept the fact that he’s always going to be there for you, to help you and hold you and make you all better ❤️

Sweet boy is so good to you 🥺🥺🥰

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