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warystares · 5 months

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FULL NAME mikaere ezra kahn NICKNAME(S) mika GENDER / PRONOUNS genderfluid / he + they AGE/ BIRTHDAY fifty / january 31st OCCUPATION retired hitman / owner of cabinet of curiosities AFFILIATION / ROLE unaffiliated ORIENTATION / STATUS pansexual / single STRENGTHS unconventional + persuasive + intelligent WEAKNESSES cruel + temperamental + greedy

HISTORY.

trigger warning for mild gore + child neglect + child death !

so, the fuckin' WORLD, huh ? that's a rough one, innit ? pretty dark place. arguably kind of scary, too. NOT FOR MIKAERE KAHN, THOUGH ! no, 'course not. they've always been one of the fuckers making the place SCARY for everyone else ! well, not a l w a y s. they've been a young lad once, too. many moons ago. not so scary then, if only on account of their small stature. but trust what they lack in height — at least in their early years, until they shoot up nearly a foot one summer just before their teens — mika makes up for in PISS & VINEGAR. ( and they're still full of it to this day, matter of fact ! ) a grubby little street rat's what they were, a no good pest made to be by FATE and her fickle hand ! no home , no family , no prospects. no, mika is raised by the STREETS, by the ( not always so ) kind strangers that inhabit them. they learn how to fight, how to SURVIVE ― which dumpsters are safe to scavenge for your next meal and which ones will get you SHOT before you can even make it your last ; how to protect what's yours and ensure no one else tries to FUCK AROUND and has to FIND OUT.

with an upbringing akin to that of a FERAL animal, it's truly no wonder mika grows up quite so DANGEROUS. but for all his rough edges, the first time he TAKES A LIFE is an accident. he doesn't m e a n to ! it's self-defense, and though he'd never admit it aloud, with the sharp silver of a stranger's blade pressed to his throat, mikaere feels FEAR for the first time. he's only fifteen years old and not ready to DIE. not here, anyway, not in the corner of some stinking, piss-soaked alley where the RATS will find him before anyone else does. so he doesn't. mikaere kahn is not fuckin' rat food. ( though if they operate on an eye for an eye, mika owes more than a pound of flesh for the vermin he's scavenged into meals of desperation. ) the coat he lifts off the man who'd come at him, the sad sack of meat crumpled in a heap on the street, it's still WARM when he puts it on. it's a warmth mika's never felt before, not truly, but it's one they will continue to seek for years to come.

with these years ( and a smattering of several more close calls ! ) comes a stark realization for the muddy, mop-headed urchin : it wasn't about the coat. of course it was never about the BLOODY COAT ! that scrap of fabric wasn't what made them feel good, was it ? the sooner they learn this, the better ; what was once an act of DEFENSE becomes one of DEFIANCE. ( against what, mikaere isn't entirely sure ― against the parents who couldn't be bothered to raise them better ? couldn't even be bothered to KEEP them ? or maybe against a society that cast him out to the GUTTERS to fend for himself ? ) and, more than that, it becomes a means to not only their SURVIVAL but their L I F E. at the start of their career, mika is RUTHLESS ― almost IGNORANTLY so, even ; they accept contracts with zero heed and full RECKLESS ABANDON. an entire d e c a d e is lost to a greedy, almost HEDONISTIC addiction to his ❛ career, ❜ to bloody nail beds and nightly BLACKOUTS. ( at least they've somewhere to slink back to now come dawn ! no more curling up under benches, behind dumpsters ! )

the funny thing about MORALS is that, if he's being honest, mika doesn't know how the fuck he managed to develop any or, moreover, where they fucking CAME from. have they just been growing there this whole time, a FUNGUS filling up his chest cavity with SENTIMENTAL ROT ? has he simply not noticed ? mikaere accepts another contract. he is thirty-five years old ; the sheen of a blade that has taken HUNDREDS of lives reflects the eyes of a person MUCH OLDER every time it is unsheathed, though the same familiar crooked smile remains. but he doesn't use the blade this time, does he ? no. no, this time he uses a GUN. and let it be known that mika has NEVER enjoyed using a gun. not once. it's impersonal, SAVAGE. but he's BORED, thinks that maybe he can scrounge up a little excitement if he flips the script and tries something DIFFERENT. turns out, that was a mistake. all of it, the whole damn thing ― just one BIG FUCKING MISTAKE !

if he'd known the target was only FIFTEEN years old, mika never would have taken the contract. if he'd gotten close enough ― FUCK, if he'd just been near enough to catch a glimpse of the kid's face, he wouldn't have ― LOOK, it's an unspoken fucking rule, okay ? you don't kill kids. YOU DON'T KILL KIDS. doesn't matter what they did, who they're related to. none of it. and the only reason it's unspoken to begin with is because it shouldn't even HAVE to be said. but he didn't know, did he ? and he didn't get close enough because for some fucking reason mika chose to use a GUN. maybe it's a long time coming. maybe not. the only thing mika knows for certain ? this is their fault. they've gotten lazy, lackadaisy. it was on them to know their mark, to do their RESEARCH and they didn't. they killed a kid. no, they'll take it back, actually, there's two things of which they're UNWAVERINGLY sure. and the second, perhaps most emphatically : it's time for mika to get the FUCK out of this game. N O W .

so he does. and to be fair, it's not actually as DIFFICULT as he'd expected. two decades of lucrative work means he's got a fairly sizeable read : pretty fuckin' FAT ) nest egg he's been sitting on. SLEEPING ON, actually ― it's just CASH in a MATTRESS. tonnes of it, though ! enough that the thing's actually rather lumpy, not much good for a sleep anymore. the only logical thing's to SPEND it, right ? mika finds a small, vacant storefront on the outskirts of the BRONX ― but small's not true, as it's deceptively long and S P A C I O U S once you're inside. well, AT FIRST. it doesn't stay that way for very long. the shop quickly becomes haven to nearly all the delightful clutter, the incredible JUNK they've collected over the years, trinkets and gadgets and miscellaneous odds & ends. an ECCENTRIC assortment, but strangely enough, one that seems to suit them. and so, the bronx becomes home to a place of myth and mystery:

THE CABINET OF CURIOSITIES.

fifteen years have passed and mikaere now LIVES in an almost loft-like addition they've built into a corner of the shop so they can stay there FULL-TIME, tinkering and organizing and keeping an eye over their TROVE OF UNUSUAL TREASURES. if there's anything you should need to sell or pawn off ― and truly, mika does mean ANYTHING ― there is no better place to find a deal ! there's not an hour of any day ( or night, especially if you bring them a drink for their troubles ) that you can't drop in.

CONNECTIONS.

to be added soon !

OFFICIAL FILE.

* ◟ : 〔 taika waititi , genderfluid + he + they 〕 mikaere 'mika' ezra kahn , some say you’re a fifty year old lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both passionate and vindictive, one can’t help but think of the westerner by falling in reverse when you walk by. are you still a jack of all trades / retired hitman at the cabinet of curiosities / self-employed, even with your reputation as the the saturnalian ? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and a tailor-fit vintage leather jacket with hand-sewn patches, a heavy pour of dark liquor in a faux crystal wine glass, and a crooked, whisky-soaked grin, although we can’t help but think of lemon ( bullet train ), hans ( seven psychopaths ), and billy butcher ( the boys ) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

#lawlessintro #✘ mika kahn | intro #child death tw #child neglect tw #this intro has taken me three days and for WHAT #also i wish i hadn't committed to the dramatic formatting for these it's so much but i'm 3/4 of the way through so it's all in now ig

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starlit-dreaming · 3 years

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[WMMAP] Débutante Dance

Fandom: WMMAP Rating: G Ship: Lucathy Summary: A “what if Lucas was at the débutante as Athy’s Emperor-Approved, Pest-Repellant Partner?” Canon-Divergence. Note: This is posted under “Lucathy Misc Tidbits” on Wattpad and AO3! This is part of my Lucathy Alphabet Writing Challenge that I totally didn’t forget in my drafts to collect dust

A | B | C | [D] | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z

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D is for... Débutante

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“My apologies for interrupting your discussion, Your Highness,” Lucas pleasantly smiles as he cuts in, preventing Ezekiel from whisking her off for a dance. “Princess Athanasia, I do believe that I promised you a dance?”

“Ah, yes, I was hoping to find you, Lucas,” Athanasia beamed, immediately recovering from her surprise from Ezekiel’s appearance and Lucas’s offered escape. “Perhaps another time, Sir Alpheus,” she stated politely as Lucas offered her his arm, allowing her to hold onto it as they moved to the dance floor.

Lucas glanced up, making eye contact with Claude who narrowed his eyes in clear distaste. Briefly, Lucas wordlessly tilted his head over at Ezekiel’s direction, and as Claude’s eyes followed in that direction, he outright glared when he spotted the young man who was clear in his pursuit of Athanasia. Athanasia felt exasperated at the silent interaction between the two as she maintained her fake smile, opting to take note of everyone’s blatant stares.

And, well, Athanasia supposes that it was only natural for them to gain everyone’s interest. She was a beautiful princess and Lucas was a gorgeous bachelor, and apart from her father, Lucas would be the only other man that she’ll be dancing with.

Naturally, to everyone in the ballroom, the Royal Court Magician and the Crown Princess were to be considered a clear match.

(She tries to ignore how that fact makes her heart flutter.)

And frankly speaking, it was very clear that all the noble ladies would be immediately taken by Lucas’s gorgeous charms — despite how frustrating that might be, as they’re deliberately being deceived. It didn’t help that his outfit indicated his high rank within their royal court.

Lucas wore a light grey button-up with a dark grey vest and a maroon necktie. The dark grey vest he wore had a pink rose with a boutonnière of tiny white flowers in his upper vest pocket, matching the flowers that Athanasia wore in a subtle manner, alongside the pale gold-coloured detailing. He wore a mage's robe, draped over his shoulder as he so often does, but the robes were grander than his usual default — black on the outside, a dark royal blue on the inside, pale gold lining, and the Obelian Empire’s insignia was sewn clear onto the back. It was similar to Felix’s outfit, yet more subtle and less knightly, an outfit that could probably allow Lucas to somewhat blend into the crowd of nobles if he so desired without the use of magic. There was a gold chain hanging loose out of one of his pockets, and Athanasia immediately knows that he actually kept the pocket watch she had given him once.

The colours he wore was a clear indication down to its design — a magician of the royal family who was, undoubtedly, Princess Athanasia’s débutante partner. It didn’t escape anyone’s notice that the red jewellery the princess wore was a matching red to the magician’s eyes.

Despite the amount of rumours that will undoubtedly come out from this, she was still relieved that he was here at her side.

“Thank you for your help, Lucas,” Athanasia stated with a smile as she and Lucas danced, almost as if they were in their own little world. It was much easier for her to dance with him, they’ve been dance partners for years, after all. “I didn’t know how to reject his offer for a dance without seeming rude.”

“Honestly, you should just say it. Stop concerning yourself with dumb things like that,” he huffed, twirling her. “His Majesty would gladly destroy those who treat you with familiarity when they’re nothing more than strangers who want to gain your favour. The only reason why he hasn’t tried to destroy me is due to the fact that he knows that I’ll be repelling any pests that bother you as well as remain loyal to you and you alone.”

“You do have your uses,” Athanasia acknowledged with an amused tease. “You forget that you’re also an important friend and confidant for me.”

“Friend?” Lucas blinked, staring at her with surprise.

“Of course,” Athanasia raised a brow, seeming almost offended at his questioning tone. “You’re my first friend. Isn’t it obvious that I care about you?”

“Right,” Lucas slowly nodded, his eyes never straying from her.

#wmmap #who made me a princess #lucathy #fic: lucathy misc tidbits #fic: lucathy alphabet challenge #wynter writes

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spices-and-cherries · 3 years

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SFW alphabet for James Bond

As usual, I hope you guys enjoy this one! I have to say that I was more than a bit nervous about writing for James Bond just because of how hardcore the character is. He’s so different than either Benoit or Joe Bang that it’s a bit intimidating. So thank you to everyone who liked the last little headcanon I did for him!

Warnings: mentions of sexual activities and violence

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A= Affectionate (How affectionate are they?)

Due to his job, he really does try to be as affectionate as possible to make up for the lost time. He always has an arm around you or is following you around like some lost puppy. It’s cute at first, but then he starts getting in your way just to be a pest.

B= Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

It probably started like any other of James’ flings with the ever iconic ‘Bond Girls’, but there was something about you that clicked differently. Maybe it was the way you carried yourself, or how you handled things or your constant back-and-forth banter. If you ask James when he fell in love, he wouldn’t know - perhaps when he first set eyes on you?

C= Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He enjoys it from time to time, but he’d rather spend that time doing more rigorous activities if you catch my drift. That being said, he’s more willing to cuddle after an especially harrowing mission.

D= Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He’d like to eventually. He moves from place to place so much that it’s like he can’t afford to slow down.

While his cleaning is sub-par, his cooking is very good. Luckily, he’s tall enough that he can help you out when it’s time to dust or to grab things off of the upper shelves.

E= Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

You’d wake up and he’d just be gone. No note, no nothing. You’d probably figure that he was in a rush for a mission, but after a while, it didn’t seem like that anymore. You’ll eventually put two and two together.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He’s married to his job, so thoughts of domesticity are more like post-retirement plans than anything else. If he were to propose, it would be absolutely out of the blue and completely unplanned on his part.

G= Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Super gentle and understanding. He’s always very careful as so not to hurt you on accident. While you may not see it, others can tell from the look on James’ face when he’s around you that he would do anything just to see your smile.

He can also be pretty sensitive when it comes to emotions - it comes with his training. He’s figured out the signs and tells and know just what to do to make you feel better.

H= Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He won’t admit it, but he likes back hugs a lot. Regular hugs are fine, but back hugs? Ethereal. It feels nice to be a receiver, even if it’s as simple as a hug.

I= I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He won’t say it for a long time. He understands the risks his job has, and while at this point he’s too far gone with you, he unconsciously sees the L-word as a promise that he can’t necessarily keep.

J= Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Maybe not so much jealous as he is possessive. He finds that someone is getting too close for comfort, he’ll butt into the conversation with some witty remark that will likely embarrass them. Then, James will keep you at his side for the rest of the evening, refusing to let you out of his sight.

K= Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Sometimes they’re slow and sensual and other times, hungry. Either way, things are going to escalate pretty quickly. The first time you gave him a kiss on the cheek he almost took you right then and there. In all honesty, he’s too horny for casual kisses of affection.

L= Little ones (How are they around children?)

He doesn’t have much interest in kids and they often find him intimidating. But if one daring one asks for a piggy-back ride the whole lot will be climbing all over him within seconds. He likes to joke that he feels more tired after being around kids than his missions combined.

M= Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?)

Cuddles and sex.

N= Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Cuddles and sex.

O= Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

On the rare occasions that you have heart-to-heart talks, he’ll be somewhat more open about himself. He has so many walls up that he doesn’t even know that half of them exist. It’ll probably be after his retirement that he reveals everything (and even then, baby steps).

P= Patience (How easily angered are they?)

With you, he has all the patience in the world (unless you’re being a tease, in which case, watch out).

Q= Quizzes (Who much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

His memory is impeccable in every way. He’ll know things about you that you may not even know of yourself. In your opinion one of the sweetest things he’s ever done was buy a couch that you said you liked months ago and personally carried it to your flat.

R= Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Every single time he returns to you after a mission and sees the look of relief, love, and happiness on your face.

S= Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Super protective and would rather be killed than to see you stub your toe twice on the same corner. Literally say goodbye to that coffee table, because it won’t be there the next day. He won’t let anything or anyone hurt you - if he can help it - and he will take every precaution to keep you out of enemy sight.

T= Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

At first, while they were glamourous, you weren’t getting the feeling that the time you spent together was actually a date. Turns out, when it comes to serious relationships, James has little experience to go off of. It will take him a while to start to understand that going on a date doesn’t always have to be full of diamonds and champagne.

U= Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His abysmal communication skills. He’ll just leave and you won’t know if it was to the grocery store or on a mission. You cannot count the amount of times you had leftovers due to him just disappearing. You did bring it up with him at one point, though, and he has tried to be better about it.

V= Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

Because of his years on the job, he’s grown to have a certain amount of appreciation for the finer things in life when he has a choice. Why settle for less when he can easily buy the suits he wants to? That aside, he thinks you’re amazing no matter what you wear. If it’s for a fancy dinner party, James will have some fun picking the perfect ensemble for the evening if you’ll let him.

W= Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

When he’s on the job, he can’t always afford to think about himself, but when his life is in serious danger, your face always flashes before him. On the rare occasions that he can take a breather, your missing presence becomes much more apparent.

X= Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

If and when he can, James will bring back little souvenirs from the places he went during his mission. You now have an interesting assortment of little carved figures, shot glasses, and local candies (to name a few). He tries to get something different or unique every time. Once, someone broke the souvenir James had on him during a chase and sincerely regretted it moments after.

Y= Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He wants someone who can hold their own. He enjoys be able to protect you, but he would be more comfortable knowing that you can fight. James isn’t a big fan of blind followers or yes-men. Think for yourself and be yourself (and have an eye for fashion if you can).

Z= Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

He’s a light sleeper - another thing that comes with the job - and that doesn’t change when he’s around you. In fact, it just might be worse because he won’t know what will happen now that he’s with you. Of course, it’s not all that bad because it gives him the opportunity to memorize your features or gather evidence of your snoring.

I have a couple more things planned for James Bond during the upcoming weekend and some more content for Joe Bang next week! Please feel free to send requests or comment! It’ll make my whole week! :)

- Simpy

#james bond x reader #james bond #x reader #sfw headcanons #imagine #fanfiction #fanfic #daniel craig #agent 007 #movie character #casino royale #quantum of solace #spectre #skyfall #established relationship #fluff

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bluefirewrites · 3 years

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Handyman!Willex Drabble

AU for context: The Petal Palace had been the venue for the L.A underground music scene back in the day. But time passed, the streets changed, money hasn't been coming in, and the death of famed owner Rose Molina all brought that to an end. Now, her daughter, Julie, is left with a mountain of debt and is pressured to rent out the units above the dive bar just to stay afloat. Enter Sunset Curve, three boys out on their luck after just moving to L.A to pursue their rockstar dreams. And after a fateful meeting, she offers them up an apartment. Julie and her friends help run the old rundown building. With Flynn helping her out in renovating the venue on the first floor and her friend Willie, who helps run maintenance for her tenants. Which brings us to this... glorious, glorious, riff:

"Okay, look," Alex bemoans to the boys, fanning out his now wet T-shirt so it doesn't cling to his skin, "I know this is a sweet deal and Julie's awesome, but Luke-"

The drummer gestures to the fountain that is now their kitchen sink.

"I refuse to suffer because you're heart-eyes for our landlady"

Luke runs a hand through his damp hair, sighing, "I do not have a thing for Julie!"

"Can we not-" Reggie yells, battling the deluge with a pot lid as a shield, "do this right now?!"

"I already called Julie!"

Luke may or may not already be on the phone with her in the first place... just talking about music...

(And maybe checking if she would be up for lunch tomorrow?)

Unfortunately the screaming coming from the living room interrupted his well-prepared asking...

Alex places his hands on his hips, "And?!"

"She says someone's gonna be here soon,"

Cue the impeccable timing of a knock on their door.

Alex, the closest, stomps over, continuing with his earlier complaining, "Oh my god. Finally! Where were they like a week ago?"

"Calm down, Alex. They're here now,"

"Cockroaches, leaky faucets, and I swear there's a cat trapped in the wall or something-"

"Wait what-?"

Alex ignores Luke (and Reggie's screaming in the background) and finally arrives at the door.

"This place is bad luck with utilities included. I'm this close to sleeping in an alleyway, Luke. Don't test me."

The guitarist groans, "Come on, don't be like that. I thought we're in this together."

"Luke, it'd have to take divine intervention to get me to stay here for even another minute-"

Alex, having gone and opened the door, halts in his speech.

A guy, with cheekbones chiseled by the gods, stands there in the hallway, sporting a messy bun, a key necklace and bearing a toolbox.

"Hey," the maintenance guy smiles and Alex feels his mouth drying up like the Sahara desert.

The drummer could only nod.

"So... someone called about a plumbing issue?"

Alex coughs out a nervous laugh, now fully aware of the damp shirt practically glued to his skin. "Sorry... I'm, uh, wet," He regrets the words instantly, feeling himself freeze in absolute terror. (And it doesn't help that the Luke and Reggie are laughing right behind him) But this... Adonis stares back, eyes twinkling in barely concealed amusement. "Well... that's why I'm here. Right?" he shoots a wink. Alex gulps. I'm dead. I'm dead. I cannot be alive right now. Not after THAT- The guy leans to the side and his eyes bug out of his head, assessing the geyser in the kitchen. "Shit!" And he springs into action, breezing by Alex and immediately getting to work. Maintenance guy fearlessly wades into the kitchen, ducks under the sink, and with a magical turn of the wrench, cuts the water off, ceasing the powerful spray. The boys all breathe a little easier now that the problem has been resolved... for now. "I'm sorry about all of this," The guy wipes at his face, emerging from below the sink, "Been meaning help Julie fix up the place more, but I got my other gig-" "Totally fine," Alex cuts him off, earning mad side-eye from Luke, "Thanks for helping." "But I gotta say. It's nice seeing some...new faces around here," he sticks out his hand, "Name's Willie." The blonde shakes it, "A-Alex." "Well, Alex," Willie's looks him up and down, "You guys planning to stick around for a while?" Alex tears his gaze away for a second, just in time to catch the shit-eating grin on Reggie's face... and the smug expression on Luke's. "Yeah, Alex..." The guitarist goads, "Are we?" Pushing away thoughts of loose floorboards, pest infestations, and all the other lovely amenities this old building has to offer, he turns back to Willie. "Oh yeah," he answers, "For sure." Willie brightens at that, "Sweet."

Okay... maybe staying here isn't so bad... Tagging @blush-and-books @lydias--stiles @tmp-jatp @echocharm17618 @pink-flame @rainfallingfromthesky @ruzek-halstead @brightattheorpheum @caffeine-catastrophe @moreflowersthanweeds @willexx @crummycassidy @phantomsandsunsets @shelvesofgold @freeshawarmas @nottheleastbrave @willex-n-waffles Credit to @lydias--stiles for the 'I'm wet' dialogue. Golden!

#willex #jatp #julie and the phantoms #willie x alex #alex x willie #jatp au #landlady!Julie AU #petal palace! AU #hope those of you i tag don't mind the willex #i know y'all are used to my juke #yeah i'm still such a noob when it comes to tagging lists #if y'all don't wanna be on it just let me know #i'm just eager to share #alex mercer #willie jatp #jatp willie #willie wilbur williamson #willie ortega

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sidomira · 3 years

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Wordlist and phrases of Elder Speech

In Poland we have a wikia, where someone completed all words and phrases od elven language from the books. I wasn't able to find them in English, so I did it by maself, with help of bab.la, context reverso and google translate, together with my own (little) knowledge.

To all my friends and readers from Poland - please, If I missed some meaning, or did something wrong, correct me. And I ask the ones from Poland, because polish was the origin language

(deleted from ao3, cause they don’t accept anything that isn’t fiction)

A'báeth – kiss

Abb – a place where something ends to bond with something bigger (example: the place where river is connecting with sea)

Addan/Adan – to dance, dance, dancer

Adhart – ahead

Aedd – crumb

Aefder – later

Aecáemm – to follow

Aen – from, to, on

Aen'drean – to enter

Aenye – fire, firely

Aenyell'hael – baptism of fire

Aenyeweddien – Child od Fire, commonly Spark

Aep – from (in meaning of be from some place or family), son, descentand

Aep – to them

Aesledde – sledding

Aespar – to shot

Aëte – summer

Aevon – river

Aine – light

An – small, smaller, indefinite kind

An'givare – spy, informator

Arainne – sparrowhawk

Ard (lat. aardus) – high, the highest, mountain, peak

Arse – ass

A'taeghane – today

Ayd – no

Beag – a few

B'eanshie – phantom, banshee

Beanna (irl. bean) – woman

Belean'graec – important (this), important (a lot of things), expected, expectansy,

Belleteyn – blooming

Birke – vernal equinox

Blathan – garland, flowers (genitive: „blathanna”)

Bleidd – wolf

Bloed – blood

Bloede – bloody, damn, fucking

Broggha, Breoga – frog, froggie

Brokiloéne – from Brokilon

Bynnen – elven bread

Caed – forest, grove

Cáelm – calm, calmly, quiet, slowly, silently, calmly, to calm

Cáemm – go, come

Cáen – can (do)

Caer – fortress, stronghold (in Skellige’s dialekt, it was wrongly: „Kaer”; this form became common among humans)

Cáerme – fate, destiny

Carn – barrow, hole, holes

Carraigh – rock (huge one)

Ceadmil – Welcome (to someone)

Cerbin (lat. corvus) – raven

Cinerea – żyrytwa (complicated thing, I can’t translate it, because it is too deep into culture)

Col – pass (in mountains)

Coram – lion

Corrason – heart

Creasa –necessarily, duty, inevitably, obligatory

Crevan – Fox

Daerienn – sorceress (she-wizard), she-magician

Daetre – back (like, go back)

Dana – girl/miss (a lady before marriage)

Darganfod – discovery

Darl'len – read

Dearg – red

Dearme – Steep (you, go to Steep), to sleep, good night

Deireadh – end, who end smth

Deith – flame

Deithwen – white flame

Dh'oine – human

Dhu – black, dark

Dice (z łac. dicere) – to speak

Divedde – stand(to fight)

Dol – valley, Valley (between mountains), dimple

D'yaebl – Devie

Eatewedd – summer-alike child, summer’s child

Eimyr – hedgehog

Elaine – beautiful

Elle – alder tree

En – idefinite article

Enid – daisy

Ess – be

Esse – to be (future simple)

Essea – I am

Esseath – you are

Evall – horse

Evelienn – etery (about people), everyone

Feain – The Sun

Feainnewedd – Sun’s Child (figuratively about Sunflower)

Fen – swamp, wetland/swampland

Foilé – insane

Folie – rage

Gaeth – potral, gate

Gar'ean – attention/warning, watch out

Geas – swear-curse, curse, howl

Gláeddyv (irl. cleddyf) – sword

Glean – Lower, low, short

Gleanna (irl. gleann) – valley

Glossae – to look

Glyswen – White river

Gwendeith – white fire

Gwenllech – white cliffs

Gwinoedd – elven whine

Gwyn (z irl. gwyn) – white

Gwynbleidd – White Wolf

Gvaedyn – prud-brave, (difficult to translate)

Gvalch'ca (lat. falco) – Falka, she-falcon

Gynvael – ice

Hael –

greeting, health

Haela – medicine

Hanse – hanza, pack of friends

Hav'caaren – "intranslatable word, which is associated with greed/avarice; havekars

Hen – old, older

Hoel – hole, commonly: ass

Ichaer – blood

Imbaelk – germination/sprouting

Inis (wel. ynys) – island

Invaerne – Winter

Lammas – maturation

Lara – seagull

Lionors – lionesse

Llamas – matured, aging,

Loa'then – hatred

Loc (z łac. lac) – lake

Loc'lah – Lady of The Lake

Luned – girl, daughter

Me – I, my, mine, me

Méadbh (propably comes from: ang. meadow, eld-english mædwe) – meadow-alike

Mear'ya – Maria

Meáth – to meet

Mid – middle

Midaëte – summer solstice

Midinváerne – winter solstice

Milva – kania ruda (Bird specie) (from latin „Milvus milvus”)

Minne – love

Mire – to look at

Mistle (z ang. mistletoe) – waxwing, paszkot (bird specie)

Modron – mother (Crach an Craite called Calanthe like this but she wasn't his mother)

Morc – book, book (like book 1 of serię)

Morvudd – enemy

Muire – sea

Naev'de – nine

Neén – no

Pavienn – monkey

Pest – disease, plague, Bad charm/spell

Pherian – Niziołek

Que (z łac. que) – what

Raenn – to run

Rhena (z łac. regina) – queen

Rhenawedd – Child of the queen

Roethainne – redanian

Ruadhri – readers

Salah – (you) pray

Saov – spirit, ghost, soul

Savaed – elven month, 1/8 of year

Scoia'tael (it. scoiattolo) – squirrels

Seidhe – hill

Shaent – to sing

Skrekk – rat

Sledd – sled

Sor'ca – Sister ( diminutive of „sister” in fact.)

Spar – to shot

Spar'le – shot (you, shot (this))

Squaess – to be sorry to someone, to forgive

Squaess'me – I'm sorry , forgive me

Straede – way, path

Táedh – bard, poet

Tearth – fear, to be feared

Tedd – time, age, time (at day, like morning)

Thaess – keep silent (order), keep silent (also order :D)

Thaesse - shut you up

Tirth – boar

Tor (z fr. tour) – tower

Torc'h – alszaband

Treise – strenght, vigor, energy

Tvedeane – 12, dozen

Tuathe – whisper

Twe – two, two (of them)

Uniade – connection(In some meaning: relationship), reunion (with someone)

Va – to go

Va'en – trip, journey

Vaer'trouv – zawierzyć (impossible to translate, something like "to give trust to someone" but not at all), to trust (somebody)

Va faill – farewell

Va vort – go (forever), go away

Vara – merchandise

Varh'he – whore, prostitute

Vatt'ghern – witcher

Velen – autumnal equinox

Veloë – fast/quick, quickly

Voe'rle – to stop (doing) , to stop (someone)

Vort – far (away), dalej, still, yet, precz

Vrihedd – freedom

Wedd – child

Weddin – child (zdrobnienie od „wedd”)

Wen – white (simplified form of „gwyn” usually occuring as głównie jako suffix)

Woed, Woéd, Woedd – forest, Wood

Xin'trea – Cintra

Yeá – so (so as)

Yghern – skolopendromorf

Yn – on, through, przedimek określony

Ys – down (direction)

Ysgarthiad – shit, cholera

Zireael – swallow

Zvaere – to promise

#elder speech #elven dictionary #Witcher #aen seidhe #wordlist

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pwapuri · 3 years

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Gintsu week day 7: meant to be

It was another dawn in Edo. The katoken program had already passed and they were showing the session of the films that nobody wants to see. Gintoki woke up in a jump dreaming again about some things from the past...When he bet with Takasugi that he could find the watermelon smelling the candy, he can still hear Zura's voice in his head saying it was a bad idea. Although younger Zura was always the most prudent and pleaded with Gintoki and Takasugi to stop getting in trouble without the sensei seeing them. That was when in the dream things got mixed up and Gintoki heard kagura taking Takasugi's place encouraging him to jump off the cliff while Shinpachi cut the watermelon and said the joke was over and the years had passed. An old man with responsibilities shouldn't do these things. It was true.

Upon seeing the friends of past and present, with the ghost of time on top of everyone gintoki woke up with kagura mumbling sleep and Shinpachi without the cover that fell off the sofa. The three had fallen asleep while the katoken program.

-Hey. Go to bed ... Do you all want to get a cold or...

He looked at the two young lying on the couch without concern. How long had it been like this?

At the age that Kagura now had, gintoki had lost Shouyo to the tendoushuu and at the age of Shinpachi he had already killed so many amantos and government officials that he had stopped worrying.

That was all he had now. It was more than he could ever imagine to have. When Otose found him and took him home, Gintoki went through the front door of what is now Yorozuya and thought that how big the space was, even that the space was just three times bigger than the prison cell. There was nothing, no furniture or equipment. He thought about how he would do business being who he was, without a title or master. But as soon as began to know the neighborhood and become friends with people and so they started to trust in his services, It wasn't long before he found these two idiots who started to follow him. That room now looked tiny. Even though Shinpachi sometimes looked at him with contempt and even though he never managed to pay the month, making them be shamed. When they looked at him with admiration, when they asked for help or advice, everything was worth it. He never thought of it as a family because it is dangerous ... as companions it might be cowardly because he knew it was more. But he liked to think that this was another one of those feelings to which no name is given.

And out of all the people he met, almost all had the same title for him ... maybe not as strong as those two little pests who lived with him and whom he paid full attention to ...

All the idiots who gathered around him made him feel that way, indescribable.

As the day came he was thinking about his own life. Those kids weren't going to stay there forever ... nothing is eternal. But where the hell had space for a normal life? Staying here and there with a woman under his arm like the gorilla couple he knew? Or Zura and ikumatsu? No ... none of that seemed natural. Just imagining it made him shiver. The only situation in which he thought to walk around having a normal life was with Ketsuno Ana because he was going to show her off to the world ... after all, it was Ketsuno Ana. But of course it wouldn't be so good in reality after all, He didn't want to burn his wings getting too close to the sun ...and speaking of sun, what time was that?

Looking at the clock, he saw that there were six. He remembered tsukuyo's schedule by chance ... always by chance.

'Believe me, this is the time when I come home.'

After asking what time the hell she stopped working, that's what she answered. He marked her words because it was hard to believe that there were people who enjoyed working so much

He started thinking about things three years ago ... about the woman who had a destiny similar to him. She killed the master herself to protect someone else. What irritated him was perhaps because she was so different from him ... working and working instead of enjoying the life that the master gave her. After thinking so much he understands, her life and his are the same. The difference is that to forget, or rather, to remember that she is alive, she works.

The two were so similar and yet so different. Damn thought that bothered him. Why did it have to be this way? Why couldn't she make herself more of an idiot? Why it had to be so independent and beautiful? Beautiful ... a soul so pure and clean. Ah, that was a perfect attribute to keep him interested. But in the end it was impossible to keep something with that woman using just that ... he didn't worth it for her. He was weak and coward, afraid to lose those two lying on the couch, afraid of losing the friendship of others and was afraid of losing the life he won after losing everything two times. Starting over was tiring, new house, new goals, all of this is scary. It was already difficult to keep the feelings in place with those people around him. Imagine new sensations and the worst, new obligations.

But among those moments of fear, he wanted to throw everything up when he remembered that she liked him. She liked it enough to understand that he wasn't hers, who the hell gives up what loves to make someone else happy? What was her problem? Cowardice or courage? But after all, he didn't have the right to speak ...was he's fault to make that so clear , oh look! He thought, we are the same after all.

-maybe today she changes her mind and decides to say she loves me?

It would never happen. Otae and kyuubei were the first to say what he already knew. He was the one who must say he loved her or not. But he couldn't. First because he wasn't going to destroy her heart saying he didn't love her and secondly because he didn't like lying. It was not easy as with Sachan, that is a good woman (in many ways) but dosent work with him. Worse, she knew it and continued to insist.

Tsukuyo no, it was her and that damned hope... so he had to scream that she shouldn't have hope for a no future like him, but scream what she already knew?

Call to tell that you love her and can't live without the smell of lavender and cigarettes. That she's perfect for you in every detail. That she completes you.

Damn ... she knows. And yet she continues to look with those eyes. Eyes full of love and concern, even with a hard mouth to give cruel answers. Maybe he should call and say it. Call now!

Call and tell her to forget you, not to show up! That you can't love her and she needs to move on

What a mess...

What kind of feeling is that? As he thought again, it had no name, no shape. Where does he get these thoughts from?

Finally he picked up the phone and dialed. he thought of the bullshit he was doing on the first touch. Twisting the telephone cord sitting on the chair in the office, he began to murmur: 'Kestuno Ana I'm not cheating on you', 'believe me she's just a friend', 'this thing in my chest isn't what you thinking', 'I haven't seen her for months, I haven't spoken to her ... I'm the crooked savior of her home, I need to see how things are going', 'it doesn't mean betrayal, right?'

Four rings and no one answered. 'ah I knew ... she must have slept it, in fact it was what I should do too'

-Hello?

Everything went white. For a moment he forgot how to answer a phone. he heard the serious voice of the guardian of yoshiwara

-ham ... it's me. Is everything okay out there?

-gintoki is that you?

-Of course, did you think it was the joestar jotaro or something?

-Is this time to call? Have you looked at your watch? When was the last time you woke up so early in life?

What a regret.

-I thought something had happened, you ungrateful bitch

-What the hell would have happened that I couldn't have called the next day ?! You goddamned hollow head!

-My phone rang and I'm just checking, your stupid! -Said gintoki

All lies, the most poorly told. And she knew, again, she knew. She couldn't even hide the excitement of hearing after a night of patrol the voice of the man she loved most in the world.

-Well, it wasn't me... but I thank you for your concern. But there's nothing here that I can't handle. Unless a new yato king appears I don't need your services

-you are really stupid and boring! You will die unmarried! Damn time I called

-grumpy! Damn time I answered!

After a few seconds of silence gintoki was preparing to hang up when tsukuyo interrupted:

-but is everything really okay? Kagura and Shinpachi, are you all okay?

That was what destroyed him. She was like that, tough and sweet ... not much different from the others but something in her gentle way to say those things, how does she do that?

-yea. All right

-How about you? Is everything really okay?

Tsukuyo was never able to disguise it, she wanted to receive that call so much that it seemed like a dream. She was so happy to see that Gintoki remembered the time when she came home ... even though were it by chance. She thanked the universe and begged the man to continue the conversation

-Well, I had a weird dream ...

From that point on, the conversation lasted until the sun started to heat everything up again, until just before Shinpachi opened his eyes and saw the phone off the hook while gintoki slept on the desk. The desperation for the high bill made him yell at Gintoki and force him showering and getting ready, it was too late and they had promised to fix a roof at 11. Gintoki complained but was completely happy to have talked to tsukuyo. The two fell asleep hanging from the phone and it made them feel young again, as if for a moment everything was possible.

After all, that's what they were. The relationship between Gintoki and Tsukuyo might never leave the paper, there would never be room for a normal life ... but what was normal for them anyway? So it was enough. This enormous feeling of joy filled and satisfied him. They never meant to be something because they were already everything for each other.

....

-Tsukuyo, Thank you for love me

-Thank you for letting me love you

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This was the most difficult prompt for me, I don't know why...I've tryed everything...edits, fanarts, comic. None of this managed to transmit my feels abou it. I'll make some fanart for the long prompt but, thats it!

#gintama #gintsuweek #gintsuweek 2021 #Tsukuyo #gintsu #gintoki #fanfic #otp

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faulty-writes · 4 years

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Warning: Death Mention, Blood Mention, Emotional Abuse Mention.

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Pro Hero!Reader

[A hero’s life was supposed to be easy, but unfortunately, yours wasn’t so glamorous. You’re engaged to another Pro Hero but they aren’t the nicest to you, and a certain villain has his eye on you and he’s willing to kill to get what he wants.]

Your life seemed to operate on two extreme ends. You were a Pro Hero and though you weren’t ranked at the top, you were still well known and popular. You were more than happy to help others and saving lives was something you had a passion for. But while everything was good behind the flashing lights, it was another story when you got home.

“Where have you been!?” your fiance(e) snapped, hands on their hips, and a stern expression across their face. You sigh and turn around to face them, you missed the days where you could enter your home without being questioned. Given your fiance(e) was also a fellow Pro, they happened to be controlling and often degraded you with their words.

You hated it and you had been guilted into the engagement, on top of that you didn’t have the courage to leave them. “I asked you a question!” they snapped and grabbed your arm, roughly pulling you towards them. “Answer me!” they hissed before taking a tight grip on your jaw. Your eyes narrowed and you tried to suppress the growl in your throat.

“I had an interview …” you said before grabbing their wrist and pushing it aside. You reached up to rub your sore jaw as you entered the kitchen. “You didn’t tell me you had an interview!” they snapped as they followed you like a lost puppy. You rolled your eyes, “I ...didn’t think I had to tell you.” a cry left your lips a moment later when you felt them grab you, and you were pushed against the counter.

“Yes, you do! I ordered you to tell me where you are at all times!” they snapped and you looked at them with a fearful expression. Your shoulders trembling, “No one else but me wants you, so I suggest you listen if you don’t want to die alone,” your heart sank at those words and you looked down, damn it. Sometimes you wished your fiance(e) would just disappear so your life could go back to normal.

Shigaraki narrowed his eyes on the television, the image of you during your interview was playing across the screen. He felt his heart skip a beat as he watched you, though that was nothing new. While you and he had crossed paths numerous times, you were always playing the part of the hero, and he, the villain. He had fought against you as well, finding your skills to be admirable.

But unlike most heroes, he didn’t have the desire to kill you. In fact, he had found himself growing attracted to you and he wanted you. He didn’t care how he did it, he didn’t care what was in his way. You’d be his and that was a promise. Of course, he already knew how he’d get you but he needed to get rid of the little pest in his way.

He knew full well about your engagement, it made him sick to think that you were giving yourself away to another pathetic hero. Someone who didn’t deserve you, someone who couldn’t provide you with everything you deserved. But he could and he’d cherish you once he got to call you his and you would belong to no other man but him.

He turned off the television, feeling his stomach twist. Thinking too much about your fiance(e) often made him sick. He groaned and sat up on the couch, his hands curling into fists. “I’ll make them suffer,” he said before chuckling, the thought of murder making him smile. He knew the Hero Festival was coming and it was a public event.

You had already stated in your interview that you’d be participating in the event along with your fiance(e) and that’s exactly when he’d put his plan into action. He slipped his hands into his pockets, that same twisted grin on his face as he walked to his bedroom. Just a few more days until the Festival and he was looking forward to the chaos. You, on the other hand, were dreading the Festival.

Your fiance(e) had set down a list of rules for it. Given you were going to the event in your hero attire, but despite that, you weren’t allowed to talk to any other heroes. You weren’t allowed to talk to the media and they told you to keep a smile on whenever you were holding their hand. It was disgusting, you weren’t sure if your fiance(e) was controlling or jealous. Probably both.

Either way, when the day of the Festival came you weren’t feeling any joy. That fake smile you were forced to wear made you want to burst into tears and wish yet again you could just break off your engagement. The media was there, snagging up interviews with any willing hero and of course, children were running around having fun.

You had tried to talk to one child who happened to be a fan of yours and they asked for an autograph which you were happy to give. Though your fiance(e) interrupted and dragged you away, leaving the child crying. “What is your problem?!” you snapped as you tried to rip your arm away from your betrothed.

They scoffed, “I told you to follow my rules!” they replied before pulling you forward and finally releasing you. “You better be here when I get back.” they threatened before walking into the restroom. Your heart sank as you leaned against the wall, your lip quivering as you tried to will yourself not to cry.

You took a deep breath before watching the people pass by, “Hm?” you blinked when you noticed someone dressed in a black hoodie standing across from you. Their face was covered but you could make out their long silvery-white hair and a feeling of familiarity came to you. Had you seen them before? You watched them slowly raise their hand and you narrowed your eyes, what were they doing?

Their arm came up before they chopped it through the air, a moment of silence followed. The quiet before the storm and it started with the ground shaking beneath your feet. You gasped and looked down, the small pebbles vibrated and you pressed harder against the wall, finding some sense of stability leaning against it. You looked back up, seeing that hooded figure raise their head and that’s when you realized.

“Shigaraki …” you whispered, watching as his face twisted with happiness before the Nomu’s appeared. Charging on both sides of him, screams echoed as they began to smash the stands and food carts. A massive amount of people created a riot, running for safety while the heroes tried to assess the situation. You looked through the crowd of people, Shigaraki had disappeared, you took a step forward but your fiance(e)’s words rang in your head.

“You better be here when I get back,” you growled, tightening your hands into fists. Was it more important to follow the rules of someone who made you feel like less of a human being or the rules of your own heart? You had trained all your life to be a hero, admired them, and did your best to climb to the top. That meant you wouldn’t sit by and watch innocent people get hurt, despite knowing what your fiance(e) would say and do to you.

It didn’t matter and with that thought, you ran to join the action. Playing the part of the hero you were designed to be. Meanwhile, Shigaraki smiled as he watched the chaos before setting his sights on his next move. He walked into the bathroom, one of the walls had been broken by Nomu and the mindless creature had caused blood to splatter. A few bodies littered the floor and Shigaraki stepped over them without a care.

Your fiance(e) was screaming, pulling as Nomu restrained them with a screech. Shigaraki looked amused as he approached your fiance(e), almost taking pride in how well his little plan had worked. With you distracted, he could easily take out this little pest. Then you would be his, all his and no one would ever take you away from him. “For a hero, you’re rather pathetic.” he spat and noticed how your fiance(e) looked at him with fear.

“What y/n sees in you, I’ll never know. But it doesn’t matter.” he grinned as he raised his hand. “Soon enough your existence will be ended, but I think I’d like to torture you a little first. After all, it’s what you deserve for taking something I want.” he said and your fiance(e) growled, “What do you mean something you want?” they hissed and Shigaraki motioned the Nomu to begin the torture. The creature gave a cry and reached down to grab your fiance(e)’s arm before twisting it back and a sickening crack filled the air.

Your fiance(e)’s scream echoed through the air and Nomu released them, Shigaraki laughed as they fell to their knees. Their face twisted in pain as they held their now broken and bleeding arm. Shigaraki’s laughter came to an end and he smiled wickedly. “Oh does that hurt? Remind me again, what was your question?” he placed his hands behind his back and continued to grin. “Oh right, regarding what’s mine.” Nomu grabbed your fiance(e) once more and screeched.

“You see, y/n is mine or at least they will be. Oh trust me, they will be and you’re the little pest that stands in my way. It’s so simple, I kill you to get to them. Heh, it’s not like you don’t deserve to die. A hero that can’t even face off with a villain, how pathetic.” he motioned to Nomu who then took hold of your fiance(e) and with all its force, threw them against the wall. Their cry echoed through the restroom and once more, they looked to be in pain.

Shigaraki approached them, pulling out a knife. Though it wasn’t exactly his style, he preferred using his Nomu’s and henchmen for his lesser work. But this was rather personal and so he’d take the pleasure in torturing the piece of shit that claimed to be your fiance(e). “W-Wait, please!” your fiance(e) begged but Shigaraki quickly silenced them by slashing their face with the knife.

Blood dripped from the tip of the knife and a deep cut was now across your fiance(e)’s face, starting from their cheek and going across their nose, ending underneath their eye. “Oh, are you shaking?” Shigaraki asked before laughing, “Break their other arm.” he instructed and your fiance(e) panicked. “N-No, please!” they cried out, but Nomu already grabbed them and another sickening crack filled the air.

Your fiance(e) hung their head and Shigaraki nodded in approval. “Now, tell me. How will you drag y/n around with two broken arms? Hm?” he questioned before he latched out. Wrapping three fingers around your fiance(e)’s neck and watched their terrified expression deepen. “I imagine you’re already familiar with my quirk, once all five of my fingers touch you. You’ll be nothing but dust,” he spoke with a hiss.

“But before I do …” he smirked and leaned close, whispering into your fiance(e)’s ear. “Y/n is mine and your existence is not needed.” with that, he wrapped all five fingers around their neck and watched with sheer happiness as his quirk worked its magic. Your fiance(e)’s skin turned gray and cracked. Their eyes rolled to the back of their head as their body slowly turned to dust, nothing but their clothes were left behind.

The pile of dust that was their remains fell to the floor and Shigaraki looked at it with a scowl before he heard your footsteps coming. He turned to Nomu, gesturing it to leave and cause chaos elsewhere. You rounded the corner of the bathroom, calling out your fiance(e)’s name only to find Shigaraki there and a shiver ran down your spine. “Where is …” you paused, did you really care what happened to them?

Your clothing was ripped and you had received a couple bruises from the fight against the Nomu’s and trying to control the unruly crowd of people. You were panting and though the other heroes had taken control of the situation, you had returned to try and find your fiance(e). It was more so because the hero in you wanted to make sure they were okay. “Oh, I was wondering when you’d show up,” Shigaraki said as he walked over to you.

You clenched your jaw, “Where is my fiance(e)?” you questioned, your hands curling into fists, and Shigaraki just smirked. His eyes staring you up and down, “Oh, I don’t think you’ll have to worry about them.” he said, his head turning to the pile of dust on the floor. You looked confused a moment and followed his eyes. “Wait ... “ you dropped your hands and took a step back, “Don’t tell me you …” Shigaraki turned his head back to you, smirking.

“I simply got rid of the pest keeping me from what I wanted.” you gasped and for a moment, you locked eyes with Shigaraki. Had he ...killed your fiance(e)? You let the reality sink in, your jaw hanging open, and though most would probably expect you to cry. Instead, your heart accelerated. The sense of the freedom you wanted since you met your fiance(e) coursed through your veins.

“You killed them …” you whispered and Shigaraki finally approached, standing before you. He leaned over and you felt your heart skip a beat as you stared into his eyes once again. His silvery hair hanging in his face and his red eyes glowed with certain mischief that you somehow found impossible to tear yourself away from. “I did, they were pathetic,” he said and you swallowed, your eyes shifted before looking down at Shigaraki’s lips.

Though they appeared chapped and a scar was present, you smiled and leaned forward. Catching Shigaraki by surprise, your hands cupped his face and you pressed your lips against his. His eyes went wide and his body went stiff a moment before he felt you deepen the kiss. Slowly, his arms came up and wrapped around you. He was careful not to lay all five fingers on you, but the kiss itself still sent his head spinning.

Part of him knew this is all he wanted, just to have you be his and accept him. You slowly pulled away, a soft pant coming from your lips. You looked at Shigaraki, smiling brightly before dropping your hands. “Thank you,” you said, knowing that the one thing you were afraid of was finally gone.

#shigaraki x reader #tomura x reader #bnha reader insert

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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BABY KAITO ♥️♥️♥️ I can just imagine Kai's s/o dressing her son up with the same exact outfit Kai always wears. Seeing Chrono Mimic and Kai himself see mini him walking around pretending to be him.

my heart is exploding with this one I didn't expect so much love for my baby

"THE BOSS WAS HITTED BY AN DEAGING QUIRK!" One of precepts shouted from the outside of the his office in complete terror and desparation.

"Were you now?" Spoke sarcastically Mimic looking up from his calculator to Overhaul who was just looking at where the voice came from arching an eyebrow.

Chrono oppened the door as soon as they heard desperately bangings on it, right after falling an percept and looking at Chrono with terrifying eyes.

"What do you want?" Asked in pure annoyance the arrow haired man.

"Chrono-san! Apologies for the incident but we have an urgency! M-Master Overhaul seems to had gotten hitted by an-" the precepts finally got up and saw that not only Mimic and Chrono but his boss were standing right in front of him, looking down at pure mockness and irritation at the poor recruit.

"Boss?! B-But I-! W-We just saw you-!"

"Have you gotten insane punk? Overhaul hasn't left the office the entire morning." Mimic said, getting close to the quivering precept.

"Then-! Then-! Forgive my bold ask but this is slightly concerning!" He bowed apologetically at his superiors "But please follow me! There's must be a intruder than on the base!"

Chisaki sighed annoyingly before following the desperate recruit with Chrono and Mimic right after him.

Who was the imbecile that decided to invade an yakusa's place? Seriously?

Whoever it was, he wasn't exactly in the mood for being merciful, not that he ever was anyway, so is better if the guard, who let the intruder in, pray for his soul until he finds them...

"There! Right in the yard!" The man pointed at the yard where it was one of his subordinates trying to get a hold on a tiny version of Overhaul.

Wait. (E/C) eyes?

"Don't touch me! Or perish with my anger!" The tiny voice manifested through giggles and dodging every move of the orecept and ignoring his curses.

Ah... Kaito.

"That actually is pretty understandable now." Spoke nonchalantly Hari as Overhaul sighed while walking towards the scene.

"What are you doing?" Asked darkly Chisaki with arms crossed while staring down at his subordinate, which was freaking out on having no victory to grab the little version of his boss.

The man yelped at seing Overhaul and apologized profusely, before he could even explain the situation Kaito beemed happily.

"Daddy look! Mommy found some clothes that were exactly like yours!" The child lifted his arms to show evidently the jacked to his father.

"I look just like you now! It was actually mommy's idea first and she looked so happy!" Chisaki, thanks to his mask, smiled proudly for an brief second at seing his son features, even with the tiny black mask covering almost half of his face, he could see the happines of his boy spilling fron his eyes and gleaming voice.

You were always doing these things for him to just loose his compusture... damn you.

"Want to make us laugh or somethin your pest?" Grave mistake dude...

The man's jaw almost dropped when he saw Chisaki patting slightly the little boy's head before returning an deadly glare to him while lifting Kaito in his arms.

"In case your worms for brains haven't notice at first;" Kai pointed with his free palm at the face of the masked boy "He has (E/C) eyes. Not golden ones. And second; care to repeat what you just called my son you good for nothing?" He spoke darkly making the man quiver in fear for his life for had just insulted Overhaul's son right in front of his face.

"F-Forgive me boss! I didn't know he was your-!"

"Quiet." Demanded Overhaul making the man shut up instantly.

You were walking through the corridors and saw Chrono and Mimic standing at the front yard looking at something.

"Chrono? Mimic? What's going on?" Kurono looked at you before trying to contain his laugh while pointing at his front.

"Just look."

You saw Chisaki threating the two precepts with Kaito on his arms and constantly asking the child his opinions on these two poor souls punishments.

You swear you heard your baby boi happily saying with an smirk 'give them to sharks!' While Kai mumbled an 'not bad'.

"Congratulations (Y/N), your son is going to be a great yakusa boss on the future." Said Mimic probably smirking internally.

"Definitely." Chrono nodded.

Okay. No. Time to prevent an murder.

You knew that Kaito was only joking around, putting ideas from cartoons on the real life but you knew your husband wasn't.

"Overhaul?" Both of your dark brow haired boys looked at you in question.

"What do you think?" You pointed at Kaito's clothing in hopes that he got it distracted from the issue "I just found it so cute that I couldn't resist it on putting a black mask on him to match yiur own handsome looks." You giggled.

"It was such a perfect copy that some idiots thought that Kaito was me." He send draggers at the two in front of him "But it is... interesting."

"I brought some things for you as well. Can you come with me?" You asked already preparing the puppy dog eyes that you knew he couldn't resist.

"If its necessary." He replied nonchalantly giving Kaito back to you as he dismissed his two subordinate.

Right after you passed through Chrono and Mimic, Chisaki paused in his tracks and gave both an look.

"You want the sharks?" Laughed sarcastically Mimic not expecting an actual answer.

"My son's wishes. Give them hell. Have fun you two." He said waving at them while returning to follow you.

#overhaul x reader #overhaul scenario #fanfic overhaul #kai chisaki x reader #chisaki kai x reader #bnha imagine #bnha x reader #bnha characters #bnha villains #bnha villains x reader #my writing #zuffer writings #bnha requests #kaito

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strywoven · 8 months

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@crosspunisher has requested a story : .. He can't fight it anymore. He's leaning against Sloan's shoulder and never plans on standing upright again.

𝑼𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Like any maltreated animal ( branded , broken , beaten ; the rabid mongrel near-crushed under heel of supposed purpose still yet unfulfilled— ) , Sloan learned only one rule : stay away from others . Upheld for y e a r s in following their escape from the Eye , the only company found tolerable ( found safe ) was THEIR OWN . To invite anyone into their life posed UNNECESSARY RISK ; closeness was a compromise they were unwilling to abide and incapable of offering without it being fraught with the bile of apathy and threat. And despite all that time ( rightly & purposefully ) alone , enforcing a self-imposed divide between themself and everyone else … They realize their one rule HAS BEEN BROKEN for a single man ( & one that was tasked to kill them , no less ) .

Have they grown so very d e s p e r a t e to believe companionship the only alternative to their lack of humanity , to find it the only salve to their cynical existentialism ?

Perhaps. People … Do change , after all. And if Sloan were a god-fearing sort , they might have considered the prospect that a higher power set Wolfwood in their path for a r e a s o n . As if the universe felt inclined to have a laugh on the two’s behalf. But why ? Even Sloan is not sure ( though , maybe it is the unknowing that serves to make it interesting ; maybe it is the mystery that makes this far more special than it ought to be ) .

The weight of Wolfwood’s head falling to rest against their shoulder causes them to t e n s e , to feel momentarily disconcerted. Sloan knows they s h o u l d respond negatively , they s h o u l d retaliate against the gesture … Yet , they don’t , they accept it ( they welcome it ) . And come again is the p a r a s i t e burrowing in their skull , bred deep in thought and conscious to sow DOUBT & DISILLUSION . The voice that still haunts the Anomalous has changed since the exodus , for they think – at times – it sounds less a man and more a w o m a n ( more an echo of own tone ) . Thus She speaks : WHAT IS HE TO YOU , O’LAMB ?

Lo’ how are they to reply , when they know not the answer ?

Calling him NOTHING is the first thing that comes to mind , but that is not true , nor has it been true for several weeks ( this , a realization that terrifies them ) .

Quiet grunt of acknowledgement sounds , head tipping to pin the other with a halfhearted glare through the fringe of fallen bangs. ❝ Dumbass , ❞ Immediate is the admonishing he is given , tone SHARP & DEMEANING , ❝ Don’t you ever listen when I talk ? ❞ Probably not. ❝ I keep telling you not to touch me , ❞ And yet , they’re not moving away from him , not even attempting to shove him away , either. ❝ … If you were really so eager for my attention , you could’ve just a s k e d … ❞ Thus , Sloan leans back against him , pressing back into his warmth , seeping up the hum of energy he gives off and letting it pulse through their veins , prickling their skin. Such a STRANGE PLEASURE it gives them , like breathing in the fumes of his smoke as he speaks , or being rattled about when he shakes them by the collar for being too much of a mouthy pest ; feels a lot like soaking up a p i e c e of him , absorbing it and making it theirs to k e e p .

No , perhaps he is not NOTHING to them ; though calling him EVERYTHING seems much like an exaggeration , too. Sloan is not sure w h a t this is – this forbidden little affair of theirs – but it does feel … ( almost ) GOOD .

#❧ ⸺ ch. sloan | answered ❞#❧ ⸺ ch. sloan | verse i: main ( trigun ) ❞#crosspunisher #for you ... i come out of the void & reply to this for them #only for you >:(#do i know what the fuck they are to each other?#nope!#but boy is it neat

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wapwetasspirates · 3 years

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SO SFW AZ (Compass)

A: Affection (How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

Not necessarily during the wooing stage but after yes, much like with her sister you’re her soft spot. She is both verbal and physically affectionate and enjoys mumbling praises in your neck and almost always has her hand threaded in yours, is it inconvenient? Sucks for you.

B: Breath (What can their s/o do to take their breath away?)

Watching you work on hobbies. She loves when her s/o is so enraptured in something they forget the world around them. But this also means she’s eventually going to bug you when the feeling eventually overwhelms her and she needs to show you how she feels.

C: Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

All the time. If it's inconvenient also too bad. Something of a lazy cat she is always curled up with, on or around you and she doesn’t mind at all if you are just as clingy. She encourages it in fact.

D: Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

Bookshop. Compass wants to own a bookshop so she can sleep in the stacks and be entirely useless. You’re welcome to be useless with her. It's basically a library for all the sales you would make.

E: Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

None. She’s a go with the flow type, she’ll show you she cares but she isn’t going to beg or force people to stay. She is steady and deep but she doesn’t hold onto where she isn’t wanted.

F: Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

She’ll tease you endlessly if it's something small. Something big and it’s probably the quickest you’ll see her move. She is brutal and efficient, doing the most and least to make sure whatever it is is gone. If its emotional she is actually very good at listening if you need it and comfort is freely given. Unfortunately she’s not great at offering solutions because she hasn’t found any for her own fears either.

G: Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

Er, yeah no. She isn’t the gift giving sort, not even on holidays, she can’t really be bothered with them and doesn’t necessarily care for them in return unless its something useful and even then. Once in a while she might surprise you with a pillow though, girl hordes pillows.

H: Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

Always. Much like cuddling she loves hugging you, particularly hugging you and swinging you around till you shriek at her.

I: Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

She isn’t very romantic but every once in a while she’ll get a wild hair up her ass and knock you off your feet. And she is always intimate, all the time, even if its a problem. Better set those boundaries because emotionally or otherwise she is pretty much all over you.

J: Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

Yup. But only because she has low self-esteem. She won’t act on it or say a word and you probably would never notice. It’s probably a good idea to talk about it down the road as she can eventually become distant if she feels there is someone better for you and you’re interested.

K: Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

Very but she’s lazy. A kiss on your cheek might drag down to your neck, sounds sexy until you realize its because she literally can’t hold herself up and is slowly sinking down and just dragging her lips across your face. When she puts in effort though she prefers long enough kisses that will leave you gasping in her arms. She loves getting forehead kisses and she’ll ignore any comments on her blush.

L: Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say it or show it?)

Compass isn’t going to say it till she’s sure you’re sure. She falls pretty quickly but nerves keep her from saying it and getting rejected. She tends to wait till you say it and then she is always whispering it to you but get her drunk and she’ll shout it to anyone who listens. But more often she’ll show it in small gestures rather than saying the words that always make her face glow like a candle.

M: Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so what kind of ceremony?)

Yes. But she probably won’t be the one to propose unless Maroon threatens they’ll do it for her. Compass is fairly lowkey (coughalsolazycough) so something simple is her own preference but she doesn’t mind something larger. Expect to meet resistance if you want a huge event though.

N: Night Out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

She prefers stay at home dates but she’ll oblige in some more adventurous dates. She is very fond of museums and the like and bribe her with those and she’ll be ready before you finish asking.

O: Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do for/with their s/o?)

She isn’t the planing type but every once and awhile she’ll make a grand gesture but don't expect it to make a whole lot of sense to anyone but her. A lot of her plans are better left in theory than practice.

P: Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

To an annoying degree. She takes great pleasure in being a pest. Jokes, pranks, being ridiculous are right up her alley. She would definitely offer you cat shit candy to see if you’d fall for it and only stop you before you actually eat it. If you need her to chill tell her.

Q: Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

She won’t ask but you’re welcome to share. Compass is pretty stubborn and usually only does what she wants when she wants so don’t expect her to really take it to heart. She’ll tell you her opinions but much like with herself she doesn’t expect you to listen too much. And its not that she never will and with serious issues she will give way more but on day to day things, well, good luck.

R: Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

Lazy spontaneous? She isn’t big on planning and does whatever strikes her fancy but she’s also rather lazy and sometimes will give up on an idea or try to make it come to her rather than going and doing things.

S: Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

Like a cracked out octopus. She’s a rather light sleeper so nudge her to get her off otherwise she might wrap around you and drag you off the bed with her when she inevitably falls off it.

T: Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

It's hard won and slow going, it can take years sometimes for her to implicitly trust you with everything but give her the space to come to you. But as hard as getting in was, it is very easy to fall out of it but its not Compass you have to worry about. Maroon can and will ruin your life if they think you’re a threat or you hurt their sister.

U: Unique (What makes them unique as a s/o?)

The laziest skeleton you will ever date.

V: Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

Much like her trust, it takes Compass a while to fully open up. When she does you’ll find she isn’t always as suave as she acts, her nerves are shot, and she is the biggest dork with a mind full of random facts about everything under the sun. She also blushes just as easy as anyone else but she’s better at tamping it down under magic, she’ll be less nervous about showing her blush (and her tum).

W: Wild Card (Random domestic headcanon)

Compass loves to read with you. A quiet moment and she’ll read to you softly and she is actually quite good at voices and making the stories come alive. She loves if you do that same in return and she lives for these little moments.

X: X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

Much like if you’re scared, Compass is suddenly a woman of action. The threat is gone or you are before it can do serious harm. She doesn’t quite trust Coffer but Maroon will have you patched up quick enough and expect a fierce and panicked lecture from Compass on why you can never get hurt again. If it’s emotional she kinda panics internally but she does her best, it's easier if you can give her directions she’ll remember for next time. If she’s overwhelmed she’ll drag Maroon over to help.

Y: Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

Not really, you do you. If anything ever did bother her enough for her to kick up a fuss you’d know immediately because she’d tell you.

Z: Zeal (Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

Passionate might not be the right word but her feelings are intense and deep. More like an endless well as opposed to a roaring fire. While she appreciates watching passionate, strong wooing can and will overwhelm her and make her step back a bit.

#pirate au #ut au #wap #compass #sfw az

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the-11-doctor · 3 years

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To all those who celebrate, Merry Christmas!

And good TIDINGS to those celebrating other festivities! I may be strung up in Acron 7 and trying desperately to resist temptation that may or may not cause an entire stratosphere to blow up - ANYWAY. I hope this gets to you in time, wherever you a r e, whenever; but I’m marginally AIMING this at those in 2020. Am I? -- just a second, I need to consult the guidebook.

Yes! The g r e a t plague of 2020 -- though I suppose -- yeah, there’s nothing great about it at all for you lot. Although the masks did help me eliminate an ancient civilization that was living amongst you! And you all looked f a b u l o u s. My number one rule during an alien invasion! Turns out, these beasts, pests if you l i k e, were aggravated by the f a b r i c and they stuck out like a sore thumb, aggressive and w i t h o u t. You saved humanity t w i c e by wearing masks, thank you very much, you clever lot! (I’m still on the look out for m o r e, they’re not a dangerous species, but invasive. A little like n i t s. Angry ants?)

Well done for getting through this year -- almost, maybe I’ll be right for once i f this broadcast gets through to Times Square by New Year... Anyway, I k n o w it’s been difficult. So well done, because you need a reminder that it isn’t all in vain. Humanity has always been its own downfall, but y o u, are part of the percent that keep it ALIVE, despite their rubbishness. You survived, and you’ll continue to, I k n o w you’ll be here to see those bells through and kick the human survival rate up a notch. You’re part of history, you know, you aren’t forgotten. Everything you are, and you’re doing, l i v e s on and breathes life and HOPE for future generations. So keep it up. Meanwh-

aAAA-

Sorry, they’re pounding on the door, I need to wrap this up. Yes! I’m sending all my love to you, the world, the human race, and those Zygons I haven’t caught yet, stick together -- figuratively -- and I promise you will get through the rest of this year. Have a good December 25th, whatever that day means to y o u, and remember that the future is counting on y o u being there to see it. You are what makes it wonderful and new and b r i g h t and WORTHWHILE. Many good wishes from myself and the TARDIS for the New Year, and I hope it’s the best year YET. Whatever... Year this might reach you in, NEVERTHELESS --

I have to go deal with these Daleks and make it to the North Pole by three, I heard the reindeer get a bit antsy about punctuality, but Mrs. Claus makes hot chocolate to L I V E for it’s full of antler shaped marshmallows and chocolate melted around the rim and -- OKAY I’M CUTTING THE TRANSMISSION I’LL BE THERE IN A S E C O N D -- sorry, do what you do best, and I am talking to YOU. Be the best you you can be for the rest of this year and coming into the next, I have all of my faith placed in you to make it, and do what is r i g h t. Good luck, and ENJOY it as much as you can. Two sets of hands makes for lighter work, imagine what two sets of masks could -- that’s a work in progress. Here’s to the roaring twentIAAA--

#ic.#the doctor speaks #dw #holiday wishes #psa #humans. you're so....#human #brilliant and special.

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supervillain-smut · 4 years

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Here's your chance to flesh out Samrafi. I pick A-Z 👀 I love hearing about others characters

Thank you so, so much!!!

A.) What is their preferred class? (Battlemage, nightblade, spellsword, ect)

She's an archer, through and through, but is also a bard of sorts, loving to shout.

B.) What is their opinion of their "homeland"?

She doesn't know much about it, at least not enough to form an opinion, especially not political ones.

D.) How is their love life?

Very empty, more platonic love than romantic love although she doesn't mind it, she does have those moments where she stares that little bit too long at Cicero, meanwhile he's blissfully unaware how much she really cares about him and that she yearns for more of a relationship with him.

E.) Worst adventuring experience?

Probably facing the Dragon Priest Otar. She had told Cicero to stay put in case the puzzle left her trapped, and ended up facing him alone. She had never wanted Cicero back by her side so badly. She felt like a child, and hated every second of it.

F.) Best adventuring experience?

Dragon Priest Vokun. She had heard of them, but and never seen or faced one, and the fact that she and Cicero did it together, back to back as he shielded her from his magic attacks with an Ebony Shield as she peeked out from it occasionally to fire an arrow or three, it was thrilling. It was also the first time she showed extreme affection to Cicero, jumping into his arms and hugging him tightly.

G.) Their most hated animal/creature in Tamriel?

Falmer and Dragons, naturally. The Falmer are a genuine challenge, meanwhile Dragons have proven to be nothing but pests, save Paarthurnax.

H.) What animals can they not resist petting?

Horses! She fell in love with her black and white Eowyn from Markarth, and Shadowmere has been spoiled rotten, as stated by Lucien off-handedly.

I.) Their opinion on necromancy?

She despised it initially, but after meeting Lucien and hearing about what happened to him, she considered it. Secretly looking to see if she could bring him back to a physical state rather than just force, but it never came to be.

K.) What are classes they are interested in but have no talent for?

Pickpocketing, just being a thief in general, one-handed weapons and alchemy! She refuses to put foreign things in her mouth, and thus learns nothing about the ingredient.

L.) Most painful memory?

Cicero, curled up in agony, begging to be spared, as well as when he went down to a Draugr Overlord; she swept up his shield and stood in front of him, bashing the Draugr away from him with such ferocity, Cicero hardly recognized her.

M.) What specific individuals do they consider their enemies?

Astrid, may she suffer eternally, and Mercer Frey, for enacting the same crimes as Astrid.

N.) What specific individuals do they consider close friends?

Cicero, M'aiq gives her a good laugh while on the road when they meet, Lucien, Kharjo for his loyalty to the traders and Sheogorath, oddly enough. It was a fun experience, not having to take herself seriously for once, and a breath of fresh air. It was intoxicating and exhilarating.

O.) Favorite artifacts? Can be of any origin.

All the Dragon Priest masks she's collected thus far, as well as the Dragon Claws and the Wabbajack. She's absolutely in love with anything glass she finds, too!

P.) Favorite fields of study? Does not have to pertain to their class.

Sneaking and Lockpicking, as well as dabbling in spellcasting; mostly things to heal her companions and her quicker than a health potion.

R.) Vampire, lycanthrope, or neither, and why? And if either, what type of lycan, or are they a vampire lord?

Neither, personally, but she favors vampires, hearing the tales of Vicente Valtieri from Lucien, and being fairly close to Babette.

T.) What was the most difficult decision they've ever made?

To kill Astrid with the Blade of Woe, or let her fade. She killed her quickly once she explained she was an offering.

V.) What is their mental health like? Or their physical health?

She has a lot of anxiety over those she cares about, and goes through a couple of depression bouts, but she's very strong, resilient.

W.) Do they drink? Ale, mead, wine, or something else?

Neither normally, but when the sanctuary fell she got herself absolutely pissed with Cicero and Nazir once safe in Dawnstar as Babette just shook her head at them.

X.) Have they ever tried Skooma?

No. After she saw what it did to that woman in Riften and helped tear the whole operation down, she's not even taken a second glance at the stuff.

Y.) Do they ever wish their lives could have been different?

Initially, yes. After finding her home with the Brotherhood, and getting the hang of the whole Dragonborn deal she never looked back. Cicero helps her look to the future rather than the past.

Q, S, Z and C, J, U

#oc samrafi #samrafi #skyrim #tes skyrim

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despairingvacation · 4 years

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how am i supposed to keep on feeding you?

...kill people?

TW FOR: UNCANNY VALLEY, CANNIBALISM, AND SUICIDAL IDEATION.

A Spotlight shines down. A Lone Woman standing beneath it, wincing from the brightness of it. It’s blinding but not unbearable. More Spotlights go off, collectively illuminating the surrounding area. This place, this… Stage. It’s… “Home, nyasu?” There’s no mistaking the rickety surroundings and dilapidated buildings in the area. The common cat head motif and the uneven pavement. This was Tao’s Home. The Ghetto she helped to protect with Torakaka. From the sights to the smells, everything yelled that she was home free now. Her body, no her heart clamored for her to go running to see everyone. Torakaka, Chachakaka, The Kittens, Robo-Ky, Everyone… But something’s amiss. Even she can feel it. With an upturned nose, Tao makes her way to one of the buildings and knocks on the door only to raise a brow seeing it swing open so easily on the first knock. Empty… An empty house with nothing but abandoned furniture inside. The floor and chairs were covered in some strange, black, gooey substance, but otherwise the only thing amiss was the lack of other people within.

Some part of her, she can feel it in her gut, but it’s a sickening sense of anguish. Fear? Disappointment? She didn’t know or seem to care. Her Heart screams at her to sniff around and see what was wrong, but she leaves and advances towards the next house. She doesn’t knock this time, rather she lets herself inside. Same outcome. Empty, abandoned, black goo.

The Next house. Same thing.

The Next. The Same.

Next. More goo.

Finally, she arrives. It’s her house. Funny. She remembers the layout of these streets being more windy and twisted. It was all a straight shot this time. Either she’s too busy making her way around to care, or things got rearranged when she was away… Empty red eyes stare at the door, taking note of the crack in it. That’s unlike Tora. Normally she’d lock it once everyone was inside. Robo-Ky would forget every now and then but, they were usually diligent about it. Raising a palm to the doorknob, Taokaka can feel the fur on her bristle up. Something’s wrong. Terribly wrong. There’s danger. She’s sensed it since the first house, and yet she’s chosen to ignore it until now. The fact her fur was on end, her senses are crying out to her to turn back and try to escape, and her heart is screaming out for some semblance of help, of hope… She ignores it. Finally she pushes the door open…

…

…..

……

Nothing. Nothing’s here… No one is here. No Tora. No Robo. No one. However… The room looks darker than the rest of the houses. Unusually so. Even as the dim street light shines inside, it seems to just end right when the darkness begins…

Dark. Black. Inky… Was this Willie? Inkswald? ...She remembers now.

As if on cue, the stray black masses of goop snake their way out their respective houses and slither into Tao’s old home, snaking around her feet in the process. Run. She can’t. Blankly, she watches as the masses lump together, form something, merge into one. Then, a mask seems to manifest on the strange mass, right where it’s face should be… RUN. She stays still, watching it slink closer to her, bubbling up like foam to get a better look at her until it’s inches from her face.

“You… Yo ‘re that lit e pest t ats always n my wa … You’ e ack.” Taokaka never understood what the hell it was saying. It was always choppy, and it’s choppiness only served to irritate her and press her into fighting it more usually. Now she just stands there. Listening. Watching. The undulating movements it makes, the squishing and slickness of its mass shifting while it towered over her… The smell. Taokaka HATED this thing… All it did was terrorize her friends and family, threaten their lives, hunt them. ...Eat them when it could. She never understood WHY it went out of it’s way to try and eat her and the others, but it was a determined creature… So determined that it succeeded once during one of her patrols…

“Goo , so g d… Abs lut y de ic us!!! Khhh hyaya haaahy a!! You w ld m ke for a fit ng de rt~.” The black mass slinks backwards however, ready to fight back when she would strike it in retaliation, but it pauses. Waits. “You w t fight b k?? The Ul ate N ht at h? Why?”

“Tao… Still can’t understand mew, Squiggly... Tao never understood why mew try to eat us… mew just do. Tao’s just going to guess and say that the squiggly is asking why Tao’s not fighting mew now…” Air passes through her teeth, a drawn out hiss is heard. “Tao… Hates you… SO MUCH. But… Mew proved Tao right. Two proved Tao right… And even if he doesn’t believe it anymore, Osomyatsu is right. Nyo-one’s here for Tao anymore. Mew ate them all. Killed them all, nyasu. For a long time, Tao wanted to get out. To be free with everyone nyasu. Tao wanted to be the big hero and save everyone from the bad guys. Squiggly Rat and Inky Rabbit. Wait for Rabbit Voice to save us, nyasu… Tao’s tired of hoping… Tao’s so… Exhausted… JK should have stabbed Tao, nyasu…” She stares at her feet, drained of all hope. “JK should have stabbed her and made Tao’s code thingy go off… Instead, they made her hurt beardo. And since then… She hasn’t been able to stop thinking… What if Tao was dead… Chatty’s always saying we’re just ‘giving them what they want, nyasu…’ but… Tao’s caring less and less… Tao wants to be free.”

The ink-like creature slinks behind her, listening intently, intrigued. “De d? Ou want to d e?”

“...Maybe a little… No. Tao’s just… She wants to be free… She freed Grey-Yellow and Curly-Q. So… Now it’s Tao’s turn… Right, nyasu?”

Guttural, chaotic, vicious laughter erupts from the black ooze. Oh, this was too perfect!!

“Lit e beast of wa past. You’ve g ne an fina y broken. Gughhu ghy AHGHAHAHA!!! No lo er a tho n in my ide… I can f ee you… do ‘t worry...” Slowly, it’s body coils around her… And she allows it…

This is it… This is what she wants. She didn’t exactly expect ‘Squiggly’ of all things to do her in, but it is what it is… right? Silently, she begins to apologize… For everything she’s done. Everything that’s happening… To Penny, To Date, Grimnir, Jowd, Shintaro, Ahn, Spinel, Della, Osoma-

‘Well if you’re going to kick his ass, I’m gonna be right there next to you, alright? Who does he think he is, messing with us, right?’

What...

‘Before this trial starts I would like everyone to know that Tao-chan and I are officially dating.’

Wait…

‘If I can have fun with you around, it makes all this feel a little less shitty.’

No, Why… Why is this happening?

‘Ughhh. Well... if you want to be angry, you can be angry with me. I won’t tell a soul. I think I’m too tired to, anyway…’

‘Asking me to pick a favorite Tao is like asking me to pick my favorite flavor of ice cream.’

Was this really the right thing to do?!

‘I wouldn’t want to hurt anyone on purpose, not really. I... I’m sorry, Tao-chan.’

‘You're safe... I can't believe it... you're safe, you're okay…’

Tears run down her cheeks, they sting; they’re so hot.

‘I promise, we’ll both be safe and lucky and make it out of here together.’ The creature’s grip on her tightens…

‘I just... it’s so lonely in here…’

‘A present? For me? Really?’

‘Last one there picks up Grimnir’s dirty socks!’

‘I miss seeing your smile…’

‘Answer me this— what the hell am I going to do if I have to leave here without you?’

Enough!! Something erupts inside her, and she begins to fight. To try and squirm out of the black creatures grip. She fights… And fights… and Squirms. Only to be met with laughter. Sick, deafening laughter. It sounded less like ‘Squiggly’ and more like the rat… But it looked nothing like him…

“Now you squi m?? You t y to escape? Sec d t oug s?? Too l g have I waited for this moment!!” It’s becoming more coherent now… “You’ve had your due a LONG TIME AGO, YOU DUMB CAT!! WHY ARE YOU FIGHTING NOW?! ISN’T THIS WHAT YOU WANTED?! AN ESCAPE?!” It… Was… But.. This wasn’t the way!! THIS WASN’T RIGHT!!! RIGHT?! She’s at war with herself. She wants to Stay alive. Does she? She wants to live. Does she? She has reason to!! ...She does. She was so blind to it even when it was in front of her… He’s right about everything!! She was poisoned right?! RIGHT?! She has to keep fighting!!

“We were almost RID of you the last trial!! HAHAH!! YOU PUT ON SUCH A GOOD SHOW TOO!! YOU ALMOST MADE EVERYONE LOSE!!! WHO EVEN DOES THAT TO HER ‘FRIENDS?!’” She Squirms, pushes kicks and fights. No avail. She’s exhausted herself. The Kaka with seemingly endless energy has been drained of it all from the end of the last trial… And it proceeded to weaken as time went on… “HONESTLY YOU MADE THE SHOW QUITE ENTERTAINING FOR A WHILE, But Even the brightest stars fade out!!! Now… Time to give you that Escape you wanted… And to have a little snack myself… I’m FAMISHED!!”

Wait... No... NONONO!!! THIS IS NOT WHAT SHE WANTED.

In her final moments, Taokaka’s ears fold back, the tears falling from her eyes. A Small toothy grin cracks through, and she whispers. “...good-bye, everyone...”

[Osomachuu wuvs Tao-chan too!]

“...Especially mew… O-”

In a garbled mess of gurgles, slurping and swallowing, ‘Arakune’ rises up from their spot, spits up Taokaka’s hoodie and begins cackling devilishly. The Former Ultimate Nightwatch was no more.

#dv 1.5: chapter five #dv 1.5: execution

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Fic Writer Meme

Thanks for the tag, @chierafied ! <3

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Author Name:

Here and a few other places my author name is Tenshibeth1, which was a username I'd created back in high school some...gosh, ten years ago now? Time flies! But, it was created in part by my group of friends then. I was in the goth group, but they always said I was the nicest and most innocent of the group, like an angel. My nickname in reality is Beth, short from Elizabeth, and I've always been big into Japan, anime, and manga and all, so Tenshi seemed a fitting choice to add onto my name. Tenshi means angel. The one stands for the fact that it was my first author username. Now, Reflection of a Broken Dream (RoaBD) came later in life, when I felt everything I am and was, was broken. It came after my divorce from an abusive and terrible man...he had me believing I was nothing. I could do nothing right, I was a pest to everyone, and my dreams? Get real. I could never make them come true. Writing has always been a balm for me...and even though I believed few would read or like my stuff, I did eventually begin posting stuff again. To my shock, people liked what I wrote...they wrote me such kind words and pleas for continuation. Everyone who liked and commented on the stories gave me hope again, and confidence in myself. So thank you to everyone who read and commented! I'm where I am now because of you all. ,^.^,

Fandoms You Write For:

SessKag and SessOC from Inuyasha, KuraKag and HieiKag from Yu Yu Hakusho and Inuyasha, KuraOC from Yu Yu Hakusho (although I'm not sure if I've posted any...), and, a long while back, I used to post ShinoHina from Naruto. I also wrote some KakaHina, GaaraHina, SasuHina, and ItaHina from Naruto...I don't know if I ever posted any...but I ship it.

Where You Post:

Mainly on here and on Dokuga. I once posted on Spark a long time ago...and I was posting on FFnet, but something went awry when I tried to get the app...and now I can no longer sign in to my account and no staff members will help me, so I'll probably make another account. I also have an AO3, which I need to update. ><