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apocalypseornaw · 6 months

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Don't Blame Me (Pt 1/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Dean's fear of flying explained, a demon he can't kill and so many questions as to what will happen next

Dean Winchester was a man that didn't fear very much so that would lead someone to question exactly where the fear of flying had come from. Was it some irrational fear? The concept alone or something so much more.

Very few people could mention the true root of Dean's fear of flying without him throwing a punch. The subject was and would always be a very sore one. The subject had left a gaping hole in his heart that he never would want to fill.

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Bobby's house was quiet, him and Sam had gone to bed hours before but Dean couldn't sleep. The anniversary of that crash was looming. The one that instilled a fear in him, that changed his life forever and ripped his heart out of his chest.

He sat at the small table in Bobby's kitchen peeling the label off of a lukewarm bottle of beer. The cord of the amulet he wore around his neck seemed to get heavier as the day drew near as if the ring that accompanied the amulet managed to have grown in weight.

He could close his eyes and see your smile, hear your laughter. Why hadn't he gone with you? Or offered to drive you? He knew the logical didn't hold up, him being on that plane wouldn't have changed your fate but he wouldn't have been facing yet another year without you.

That phone call still haunted him to this day. Dean stepped out of the bathroom, running a towel over his wet head. His phone blaring had summoned him out of the bathroom and into the outer area of the motel room him and Sam were crashing in for the night. Sam had gone after food and he was waiting for you to call him and let him know that your plane had landed in Dublin.

His eyebrows furrowed together in confusion when Bobby's number flashed across the screen instead. He sat down on the edge of the bed before answering it "Hey Bobby. What's going on?" There hadn't been many times he'd heard Bobby get emotional, let alone tears being in the older man's voice but it sent a chill directly down his spine even before Bobby spoke. "Dean you haven't seen the news have you?"

He shook his head then spoke into the phone "No, why?" Bobby took a shaky breath before asking "Is Sam there with you son? You don't need to be alone" Dean's heart felt like it was weighed down in that moment, refusing to believe what his brain had already pieced together "Bobby what is it?" "Dean just hold on now..." "GOD DAMMIT BOBBY JUST TELL ME!"

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Sam stopped at the door of the motel room juggling bags in his hands. He'd forgotten to take his cell and Dean was more than likely starving by this point.

He slid the keycard in and walked through the door. The moment he did the bags of food hit the floor. The room was trashed, the TV shattered and Dean was on his knees in the wreckage.

Sam ran to his brother's side, going down to his knees next to him "Dean?" He noticed the way Dean flinched as if just hearing his own name was painful "There was some sort of malfunction" the words seemed as if speaking them ripped something out of Dean but Sam still couldn't make sense of it.

When he remained silent Dean slowly raised his head and the tears in his eyes froze Sam in place "She's gone Sammy. Y/N is gone"

There was no body to be returned, no funeral to be had. Very few of your personal belongings had survived the crash and it'd taken Bobby and Dean lining up with the other families to go through what had gotten recovered to find those.

The ring around Dean's neck had been easy to spot. It had a simple promise Dean had always made to you engraved inside it "Even in death" he'd originally made the joke when he gave you the ring, citing that there was no till death due us part with the two of you because even in death you would be each other's.

Along with the ring had been your favorite bracelet that Dean had given to Bobby, the man had pratically raised you so he deserved something to hold onto as well. It was silver and had the different moon cycles around it. You'd found it at some flea market and had absolutely loved it.

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It seemed insane that a person could be narrowed down to a few objects and memories. A friend, a lover, a daughter. Gone in the blink of an eye and the ones that left being expected to move on as if they never existed.

A pop of thunder outside made Dean flinch. Of course it would be a thunderstorm, you had always loved them. What would it be like if you'd never gotten on that flight? That question would haunt him the rest of his life and beyond.

@lacilou @suckitands33 @lyarr24 @decadentstrangernacho @nix-rose @irgendwas122 @deans-baby-momma @deans-spinster-witch @tas898

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x female!reader #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfiction #dean winchester fanfiction #dont blame me mini series

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shitpostingsystem · 5 months

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bsd ramblings (season 3 and 4)

“is there really any value to this thing we call living?” dazai’s a mood

KID DAZAI AND CHUUYA OMFGOMFG

“what kind of suicidal punk are you” — chuuya to his future husband

omg i love the sillies

mori sounds like the kurzgesagt dude ngl

THEY HATE EACH OTHER OMG THEYRE SO IN LOVE

THE B A N T E R

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

chuuya being a shortie is so fun. “i’m still growing” growing my ass just kiss dazai already

THE ODA PARALLELS AAAAAAAAAAAAA

dazai you autistic motherfucker

chuuya being a gang leader is fun

dazai is my silly

wait so chuuya’s technically 7 years younger than he actually is?

gravity boi x suicidal manic, my favorite ship dynamic

THE BABIS ARE SKKING THE BABIS ARE SKKING THEYRE DOUBLE BLACK WKEHRUEHUFUEBDHDHSBEH

when are dazai and chuuya gonna kiss dammit

THE SILLIES ARE BANTERING JEUDHWHSUHE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

WHY IS DOSTOYEVSKY SO FINE

dostoyevsky is so silly

i am in dire need of more pm dazai. i need it all. i need more. i crave my husband’s past life. i need to see him and chuuya kiss while wiping out their enemies.

i can’t wait to write fanfic once i finish this show. i don’t wanna screw up anything canon wise so i’ll wait. i’ll watch all of the show plus the spin-off to get all the dazai i can. i’ve already pirated the movie, nothing can stop me now.

dazai is a slut and i love him for it. this is actually canon (at least during his pm years he was)

dazai x kunikida x chuuya

kyouka is my child, i love her so much

I HATE FANSERVICE. I THOUGHT BSD WOULD BE THE GOOD ANIME WITHOUT IT

KYOUKA MY BABY IM SO SORRY ABOUT YOUR PARENTS I LOVE HERRRRR

power of money?? real american o7 yeehaw capitalism

bro just walked into someone’s home, sat down, and started laughing

“black daniels” HEY THATS JACK DANIELS

“hey poe!! it’s so nice to see you!!” JUST KISS ALREADY YOU TWO

the random ass fish-eye cuts in this show 😭😭

“OBJECTION!!” what is this, ace attorney???

i love how the superhumans are called gifteds, implying they’ve taken at least one honors/ap course. by that logic, i’m extra gifted (im in honors history and english)

i haven’t seen dazai in a while wtf. where’s my husband?? i’ve barely seen kunikida, let alone chuuya. ok he’s here rn, prob won’t be for long

ok but seriously mori is a pedo. elise is getting used even though she’s a fucking brat who gets what she wants

oh shit they got blew up

nvm

DID AKUTAGAWA JUST NARUTO RUN

oh shit i forgot the catholic existed. puritan, whatever. same difference, both are culty at times

FUCK MORI. THAT FUCKING PEDO.

i think what i love about bsd is that the characters are complex. dazai can be considered a serial killer and definitely bad mentor to akutagawa but an amazing mentor to atsushi and is my husband

i love dostoyevsky’s english va. they did such an amazing job. 100/10 russian accent

MY HUSBAND GOT SHOT OMGOMGOMG MY BABYYYYYYYYYYYY

HI CHUUYA I MISSED YOU. AKUTAGAWA TOO HI HELLO

RANPO <33 MY SILLY GETTING SERIOUS OOOOOO

HI KENJI IT’S BEEN SO LONG I HAVENT SEEN YOU

CHUUYA I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

virus cannibalism my favorite /j

kunikida has tear gas powers? what is he, a cop???

oh noooo a kid got shotttttt how terribleeeeee /s

THE SAD AF MUSIC I CANT WHY IS THERE A CELLO HERE

oh that’s why, dostoyevsky has one

I LOVE GIN <33

kenji the silly!!

“aren’t you the one who lost to dazai?” RANPO RUBBING THE WOUND IN DAMN

the music is autism frfr

KARL <333333

“if ranpo really were to die in that world though, what would i do with myself?” — edgar allen poe

katai’s dead? damn. rip ig

oh shit here’s the bowl cut lemon dude

the office girls are dating

damn fukuzawa and mori had a past together

WHY DOES NATSUME LOOK LIKE WALMART HITLER

dazai making his kids work together is gold

“what did you have for dinner last night?” “yes” GOD I LOVE THIS SHOW

the classical music omg

“you’re quite the rough ride, yknow” that’s what she said

“enough, you’re not paying for this ride” that’s what she said

incel (katai) isn’t dead

i love how dazai is the mafia boss in a different timeline

akutagawa and atsushi are so down bad for each other omg

my native english speaking ass hears theodore instead of fyodor. i’m pretty sure it’s the same but different languages but still

dazai <3

ranpo <3

BAR LUPIN BAR LUPIN WJSBAJBSKWUSMSIMSJDBHSJSHSHS IM GONNA CRY

wait so season 4 is fukazawa focused? dammit i wanted more dazai

HI RANPO MY SCRUNGO HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI

i fucking love ranpo. the silly

he’s such a brat. good for him

IS THERE A CULT????? LOWKEY LOOKS LIKE CHRISTIANITY ON STEROIDS

oh it’s the play

“there something everyone else gets and i don’t get it” RANPO MY AUTISTIC SCRUNGO <33

ranpo my silly <33

honestly i keep forgetting they’re detectives

ranpo has adhd and autism

ranpo got fucking bitch slapped i love him

“as always, i have a hard time saying no to ranpo” ITS BECAUSE YOURE GAY POE

“but i got to see your rare, exasperated face so it was well worth the money!” poe you homosexual

“are you that detective’s fanboy or something?” “no i’m his rival!” how about boyfriend?

i fucking love ranpo omg

NIKOLAI IS SO SILLY

why can i handle anime gore but not irl organs omg

my gore levels are weird. organs and bodily fluids (beside blood) are a no-go but i can see a dead body no problem

when did atsushi become op

“a total of 625 charges…” MY BABY GETTING ARRESTED NOOO

GOD I FUCKING LOVE NIKOLAI

wait so the ada is a front? wtf??

i’m so confused wtf is going on

the decay of angels would be a cool ass band name

ok so moot says ada is innocent and shit like that. i trust them.

teruko is my child

everyone’s a shitty person i love them

HI CHUUYA OMG I MISSED YOU SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAAAA

why chuuya kinda 😳😳

kunikida has ocd (i’m not projecting wdymmm)

“i won’t let anyone mess up my schedule!” whole mood and a half there kunikida

WHY DOES THE FANDOM IGNORE KUNIKIDA BEING AN IDEALIST OMG

dazai <33333333333333333333

dazai and dostoyevsky are besties fuck you

“she’s so strong-willed! i love it!” MORI YOU PEDO

“Dazai is a good person SOMETIMES! But he’s also a criminal who has done fucked up shit! And he has a personality! He’s really smart! And lowkey manipulative to get what he wants! He’s not amazing!” my moot gets it!!

morally dubious characters <33

i love yosano so much

HI ANGO

i love lucy

sticking out your gyatt for the rizzlerrr you’re so skibidiiiiiiii you’re so fanum taxxxxxx i just wanna be your SIGMAAAAAAAAAAA

sigma is so silly. i love him

dazai is a weezer fan

chuuya is a nirvana fan

i’m terrible with names so i’m like “oh damn That Dude” both fictional and irl. like atsushi was Terrible Bang Traumatized Furry until i got his name

i don’t even read omegaverse but every time they say sigma i cringe

sigma has amnesia?? mood

bro’s a fictional character within a world of fictional characters

dostoyevsky <3333

sigma named himself??? nah don’t even he was born with an ao3 account

i don’t know shit about cosmetology but if i got ahold of sigma i would fix his hair

oh hey catholic scarlet letter man

if my beautician aunt saw atsushi and sigma she would take them out of the show, fix their hair, beat them up, and put them back as changed men

I LOVE DAZAI OMFG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHEN HIS VOICE GETS SUPER LOW AND AKENSISBIZHWHXHWBZUWBZIBQIXHWNXHD

WHERE THE HELL IS CHUUYA OMFG

#bsd #shitpost

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burgercheese1812 · 11 months

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SPOILERS!!!!!!!

Read at your own risk!

My emotions/thoughts through painted devils, because I just finished that shit and holy jamole-

(This took me days to write help 💀)

The seventh lie: (yes it has to be in sections or no one will be able to follow it, not even myself)

YES IT HAS FINALLY ARRIVED

OOOO THE COVER JUST *chefs kiss*

NO DAMMIT VANJA GO BACK

DAMMIT VANJA

Don’t scam the people, don’t scam the people- of course she did.

Hm making up a story about a god, yes this seems completely sane and won’t have future repercussions.

*fast forwards two months* Dammit Vanja.

Don’t go into the barn. DON’T GO INTO THE BARN- of course.

EMERIC!! YAY!

oh… Emeric… 😐

awkward.

YES I’VE MISSED THIER BANTER!!!

*sheep third wheeling is a vibe*

*Enter ScarMad*

Hi, yes hello, what do you mean you cLaiMeD mY bOy eMeRiC?? 😃

*Emeric proceeds to be high-fived in the chest, with red permanent marker*

*Enter PrOcToR KiRkLiNg* p.s: I already hate her.

I hope Vanja cuts KiRkLiNg down a few pegs. Ok a lot of pegs.

Who is Helga and where did she come from? *proceeds to knock KiRkLiNg down a few pegs* I like her.

THE RYE ROLL SCENE IS EVERYTHING 🤌 SASSY HELGA MY BELOVED

#wish I could have seen KiRkLiNg standing on that bridge looking like a shocked fish as her lunch falls into the river

Oh how I wish I could go on a lovely date with my significant other to see murals of human sacrifices that may or may not soon involve them. Oh to be in love.

Ah yes Vanja, because I’m sure just screaming in a cave is going to summon- god dammit it ScarMad.

HA VIRGIN (I can’t say anything)

wait hang on so ScarMad claims people who haven’t… done it yet? Or have no intention of ever doing it? That smells a tad… *sniffs the air* Acephobic.

#cancel the Acephob ScarMad 2023 #acerights

“Human measuring stick I’m inexplicably fond of” I’m sure Emeric loves you to Vanja

Ah yes let’s all just casually stroll up to the other 5 brother and ask for them to participate in a BLOOD SACRIFICE that will go down swimmingly I’m sure!

GIVE EMERIC SOME SHEET VANJA HE’S COLD GOD DAMMIT!

*un- PG 13 -ifies your Vaneric*

PLEASE NOT THE PREGNANCY TROPE- oh ok.

Love Helga being a big sister figure in Vanja’s life. (What the poor naive dingbat did not know is that this is what we call ✨foreshadowing✨)

penis.

Great now I’m going to spend the next week wondering how the hell to pronounce blesséd

Of course KiRkLiNg has to come as well

I love Vikram with all my heart.

GHOSTBUSTERS!

WhAt dO yOu mEaN yOu dOn’T HaVe gOdMoThEr’S????

Of course Vanja drunkenly yelled at one of the brothers

The sixth lie:

Vanja throws horseshit at Emeric, off to a great start 😃👍

Wouldn’t be a book with Vanja without some good ol’ Vanja fashion robbery

Cue the Robin Hood montage

Emeric is loving this.

GHOSTBUSTERS! Pt.2

Never seen the movie but I’m 95% sure this is how Annabelle started

Didn’t always have rails- OHS ‘bout to have a field day☝️😃

SISTER??????

BUM BUM BAAAAAAAAAAAAA

The fifth lie:

IRMGARD WHAT THE HELL??

I’M READY TO THROW HANDS WITH THIS GIRL WHAT THE ACTUAL-

Oh right sister.

Ok let’s leave the absolute HORRORS of Vanja’s back scars and go back to this cliffhanger. Starting with:

WHAT THE FU-

Oh she’s just crazy ok. *mightily suspicious*

I will admit I was fully sucked in by the ant proverb-

Great the cult has followed them

The fourth lie:

Ah… brothels…

JUSTICE FOR AGNETHE!!

“The worst mistake of your life wasn’t upsetting me. It was starting a fight with her” SLAY EMERIC YOU TELL MEAN OLD MOTHER HUBBARD

Emeric has… questions…. 👀

Wish i could solve my problems with a giant ruby

Bath. I will elaborate no further.

THE SCARS!! THIS SCENE MADE ME SOB OF COURSE YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL VANJA 😭

Normal people: “i think I love them.” VANJA THE RIZZLER SCHMIDT (Ros) :“If every star were a reason I care for him—that’s how I feel, like I carry too many stars in me to count, like my skin might burst with the enormity of it all, like if I gather them all up, the only name I could give this is love.”

Thank you very much for teaching me to waltz whilst also teaching me organised crime

*gets called ugly in front of her sole mate* Vanja: dead bugs for you

JSDJDJEHFHDUSUDUEHDFBRHCUSHDBF SHE IS THEIR SISTER HOW DARE YOU DANGLE THAT PLOT POINT IN FRONT OF MY FACE ONLY TO TRICK ME AND THEN CHUCK THAT EMOTIONAL DUMP-TRUCK ON ME, YOU @what-eats-owls ARE MAGNIFICENT PLEASE CONTINUE

The third lie:

Excuse me?

Dead? HER MOTHER IS DEAD? 😃

Ozkar: tells Vanja her mother is dead, also Okzar: ew don’t be sad yucky

HER RIBBON?? THAT CLEARLY IS IMPORTANT TO HER?? I NEED TO PUT ON MY DOUBLE SEEING GLASSES 😳 👓🤏JUST TO SEE THROUGH THIS ABSOLUTE BULLSHI-

Ozkar gets worst brother of the year award. Change my mind, oh wait you can’t.

Love that Emeric can just immediately finds Vanja BEST BOYFRIEND

YES EMERIC’S FAMILY

Emeric talking loveingly about his family is giving both Vanja AND me life

NO NO GET OUT IF EMERIC YOU RUDE OLD HAG HE’S CLEARLY TAKEN

LET GO OF VANJA!!!!

NOT THE ANGST—THE ANGST 😭 DAMN YOU, YOU GLOWY RED BIATCH AND ALGEBRA OR WHAT EVER YOUR DAMN NAME IS FOR GIVING VANJA THIS TRAUMA (Adalbrecht but I can’t spell)

Manacles? 🤨📸

EMERIC WANTS TO KEEP VANJA SAFE FROM HIM 😭 GET YOURSELF A PERSON WITH THIS LEVEL OF DEDICATION

honestly if my future partner doesn’t take paralysis pills when they’re possessed by an evil old glowy witch thing then I don’t want ‘em ✋🙄

THIS CRUSTY DUSTY ASS CRIMSON BIATCH HAS BLOCKED VANJA FROM SEEING HER GOD MOTHERS? This lady better be burnt at the stake and hung drawn and quartered when this is over or I swear to whatever is above that I will cross universes and do it myself.

Of course Vanja’s brother has been taken by an immortal sky women because, well because this was all just a tad too easy

The Imperial Abbey if Truth sounds like the most aesthetically pleasing place and goodness I want SO badly to go there now-

YES DEATH AND FORTUNE YAY!!!!

ScarMad clearly has to go back to preschool BECAUSE SHE HASNT HAD THE PERSONAL SPACE TALK YET, GET OUT OF MY BOY-

Cool. Emeric sleepy = no witchy

That was meant to rhyme :/

My poems aren’t as good as Emeric’s

Also. EMERIC HAS POEMS??? PLEASE SHOW ME I MUST SEE 👹👹

Part 3:

THE ABBESS HAS CANDLES ON HER HEAD? She is so cool what the-

AND SHE’S ONLY A SIDE CHARACTER?

Girlboss fr

ScarMad the fabricated low gOd is in fact not a low god and is instead an… old wheat spirit thing?

Emeric really hates horses part 34

Alone? Vanja was alone at the end? I swear to all that is everything EMERIC BETTER NOT DIE-

Math crimes. (I shall be using all those jokes in the foreseeable future)

Emeric needs to be invited to do some money laundering STAT.

AWWW SIBLING MOMENT

this book really is just an emotional roller coaster, except every once in a while they chuck water on you when you least expect it, just to add to the fun emotional experience.

Cue a lot of legal talk that went right over my head

HAHAHAHA SHE GOT ARRESTED HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA-

YES AND THE GREEN HAND GETS THE uh, BUILDING AND JONIZA AND THEIR DAD GOT THE MONEY AND-

and now Vanja has to go get her brother from the sky lady

The second lie:

RAGNE

RAGNERAGNERAGNERAGNEGRANGE-

I’msohappythatmyfavouritelittleshapshifterisback

Can you tell I love Ragne?

VANJA’S GOING TO RIDE RAGNE

like… a horse…

WITH WINGS???

on the feet…?

I swear everytime I think Ragne couldn’t get any cooler SHE BLOODY GETS COOLER-

Sky lady.

I love sky lady.

There are so many cool characters in this book I just- AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The Race! WHO SHALL WIN???

DAMN IT SCARMAD PISS OFF-

A tie? Nice 😎

Vanja has to ride with the Hunt for two weeks? Ok coolcoolcool definitely can’t see this going wrong in the foreseeable future-

She didn’t tell Emeric. 😐

VANJA’S GONNA MET HER FAMILY

And yet another scene that almost made me cry

SHE HAS SO MUCH FAMILY?

THE WEDDING

I love Vanja and her sisters bonding through dressing her up

OMG EMERIC SEEING VANJA ALL DRESSED UP WITH MAKE-UP I- 😭😭😭

Jeezus crickey can ScarMad leave Vanja alone FOR FIVE BLOODY MINUTES??

“What is wrong with you, why are you red??”

the first lie:

Love that Vanja’s whole family just drops everything to help her 😭

I’ve done and am I currently doing a lot of crying and I’m not even at the end yet?

KiRkLiNg is being… tolerable? Perhaps I was wrong about her. Maybe I judged her to quickly? (Later I regretted ever thinking these words)

Just realised I haven’t mentioned Ambrozia (?) a lot and I would just like to say, girlboss©️

GHOSTBUSTERS! Pt.3

NO RAGNE

And today on Vanja’s list of low gods to befriend is moss lady

the goat scene. I will now go have nightmares now thank you very much.

JUST LEAVE THEM ALONE ! STOP TELEPORTING THEM

she won’t let them up the bridge. she won’t let them get the anchor.

I have since fallen off the edge of my seat and am lying on the floor reading as fast as I possibly can

Ah yes, the only sane option, jump off the bridge into the jaws of a hellhound 👏👏

Emeric really is ride or die huh

THEY- NO. ON THE RIVER BANK?????

SCANDALOUS!!!!!

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I take it back please Emeric is just the ride NOT THE DIE I REPEAT PLEASE NOT THE DIE

GIVE HIM BACK YOU INSUFFERABLE RED CANDLESTICK

I am crying with Vanja

HELL YES BRUNNE LETS GOOOOOOOOO

YES GIRLBOSS IS BACK ON HER FEET GO GO GO

The actual red maiden was just sitting in a cave CRYING THIS WHOLE TIME? I say, whilst sitting in my dark room after sobbing through most of this book

YES THE FINAL ASSAULT PUT SCARMAD IN HER PLACE

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what in. the frick frack diddly dack, fuggle nuggles bloody HELL DID SHE JUST SAY???

MARTHE???

HER.

MOTHER????????

HER MOTHER????????

YOU’RE TELLING ME. THAT HER MOTHER. ORCHESTRATED ALL OF THIS. JUST BECAUSE VANJA WAS GOING TO BE HAPPY??????

SHE’S READY TO SACRIFICE HER WHOLE FAMILY?????

911 child protection services?

Just Marthe dangling Emeric over a hungry hell hound ready to drop him in, Mother in laws am I right?

Gonna buy therapy for Vanja, Emeric, (Marthe can rot) and then myself.

HAHAHAHAHAHAAH GO DEATH GO FORTUNE THE TRUE PARENTS MUAHAHHAAHAHAHAHA

this all brings me great satisfaction.

BACK INTO THE LATERN AND STRAIGHT INTO THE HELLHOUNDS MOUTH HA

SLAAAAAAAAAAAAY 💅(literally)

Ooooooo yeah 😬 makes sense that the town would lowkey hate Vanja

They get to have a dance 🥺🥺 (one that isn’t threaten by a glowing red demon mother)

Oh. 😳

HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!

Slay they deserve that.

Water break before the end 🥲

Take back EVERYTHING that I rethought about KiRkLiNg, girl still a baitch

Ofc KiRkLiNg would still want Vanja gone WHAT DID I EVEN THINK-

Vanja.

No.

No Vanja. Don’t do that.

DON’T THINK LIKE THAT VANJA

GOD DAMN IT VANJA STOP

PLEASE SAY HE HEARD THAT, EMERIC HEARD IT BEFORE HE FELL UNCONSCIOUS PLEASE

EMERIC SHE LOVES YOU SHE SAID IT!

VANJA NO

KIRKLING DAMN YOU!

SHE HATES EMERIC??????

WAIT WOAH HOLD UP KIRKLING HATES EMERIC??

VANJA STOP NO!

BRUNNE NO!

…

Screaming crying throwing up.

After the book i just lay on my bed clutching the book sobbing. Then i stopped sobbing and just lay there.

Truely a magnificent book and even this happens to pop up on your fyp and you read all the way down here then:

READ THE BLOODY BOOK! GO! RIGHT NOW! BUY IT! READ IT!

Gonna go reread it myself, I just love crying my eyes out 😗✌️, no but really the book is just amazing and I wish I could read it for the first time again. Thank you so much @what-eats-owls you are truly a magnificent writer and I cannot WAIT for book 3, thank you so much.

#painted devils #little thieves #little thieves meme #painted devils book #vanja schmidt #Emeric #ragne #lgbt books #books and reading #demisexual #demiromantic #aroace

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incensuous · 26 days

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HSR 2.1 SUNDAY & ROBIN, AVENTURINE & SISTER

My feelings about HSR aside, I wanted to update a bit more on the siblings in the game. The current story has not completed yet, but things are getting interesting (brosis wise at least lol).

***MAJOR SPOILERS!!***

For the more obvious, Sunday (brother) and Robin (younger sister): Robin "died" in the previous update and for this update, is still seemingly dead. We barely knew her before she was killed by an apparition named "Death" in the Dreamscape. I'm unclear but from my understanding, the people who were killed by "Death" inside the Dreamscape are currently stuck in a yet unseen area.

Sunday is the head of the Oak Family, who controls the planet of Penacony, and is obviously upset from Robin's death. He vows to find her murderer. We found out through some letters Robin tipped him off on her suspicion the traitor "Death" was from within the Family. She trusts Sunday, and therefore does not suspect him, but wishes he keeps safe, as he is the only family she has left. (Cute tidbit, Robin is a huge popstar in the world of HSR, but she says her favorite performance was a play one she did with Sunday when they were kids!)

I LOVE THE BABY ARTWORK WE GET OF THE SIBLINGS IN THIS GAME!

So far, Sunday has presented a calm demeanor, but it seems like he has a secret unhinged side. When confronted by Sparkle disguised as his sister, he doesn't react the way I thought someone would, if they knew their sister had just been murdered and someone is now prancing around in her form.

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The Family as a whole is keeping the deaths, even Robin's, under wraps. There is a letter addressed to Sunday he should keep a level head, and criticizes him for being too focused on vengeance for Robin.

Again, he seems a bit strange overall. It isn't until the very end of the 2.1 quest, where we see him show his anger. ... And then dies! So I'm hoping in 2.2, Sunday and Robin are reunited in this "death" area, outside of the Dreamscape.

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I hope Sunday and Robin will keep feeding us. They aren't our first sibling duo in HSR, but Robin is already revealed as a 5* (who tend to be more relevant in the lore), and I am personally going to riot if Sunday is a 4*, which I doubt anyways, considering his place in the story.

Aside from the dead chicken wing siblings, we got a LOVELY surprise sibling relationship. Fair warning, the sister is dead, unnamed, and faceless--BUT THAT HASN'T STOPPED ME BEFORE! In fact, they feel more fleshed out to me, currently than what we've seen of Sunday and Robin.

Aventurine was the focal point of the 2.1 quest. To introduce him, he's part of the IPC, which is the Amazon of the HSR world, some nasty megacorporation that I don't understand. When we first meet him, he pulls a Karen on us, for holding up the check-in line in Penacony. But then he quickly tries to befriend us with money instead. If this were real life, it would have worked on me, but in the video game world, I have principles, dammit!

Behind his sparkly facade, Aventurine is an Avgin, an ostracized ethnic group, who were effectively massacred by an opposing group.

Aventurine is presumably the sole survivor. Following the massacre, he is captured and sold as a slave. Through a series of bets, he ends up killing his master, then ends up in his current role as a top official in the IPC.

In flashbacks, we see the Avgins worshipped a god entirely out of the main Aeon system of HSR. Aventurine, birth name Kakavasha, was presumed to be especially blessed by their god, Gaiathra Triclops. His parents died early on, and we find out he was left with only his older sister for some time.

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(In the Japanese dub, he calls her onee-chan!!)

The sweetest line is when she tells him, "I can live without the necklace, but I can't live without you, Kakavasha." They're poor orphans in an already poor clan, and I can only imagine how hard it was on the two of them.

In the final flashback with his sister, it's revealed the Katicans would plan to attack the Avgins on their sacred festival day--also Aventurine's birthday. His sister tells him they must part ways, he's the future of their clan, and that their parents are waiting for her--insinuating she's prepared to die. This reminds me of the way she'd told him, "I can't live without you".

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I wish his sister had showed up more in the actual quest outside of cutscenes (he hallucinates his younger self accompanying him). But what we do have for them makes me honestly really love them. She's literally nameless, BUT! We do actually see her face in Aventurine's teaser.

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Someone even writes in the comments how Sunday was projecting when he asked Aventurine personal questions, as they both know the loss of their sister.

#shipcest #robinday #aventurine x sister #i need 2.2 to come out so robinday can really take off #i was so pleasantly surprised by aventurine having a sister!! i really wish she had shown up as a hallucination #robin x sunday

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SNW Liveblog: “Charades”

In which Ethan Peck gets to have some fun, the writers also prove they know nothing about Vulcans, and the last fifteen minutes redeems the whole episode.

What exactly is “sub-impulse speed”?

God dammit.

The fellowship only lasts for two months? What’s even the point?

I hate to complain about a female character working out on-screen—life in space would definitely necessitate some kind of exercise regime! For everyone!—but at what point in her TOS appearances did Christine Chapel strike these writers as the type of girl who spent a lot of time beating on the Enterprise’s punching bag? Maybe if we hadn’t just seen La’an in this exact same scene two episodes ago…

This…this outfit is almost mod! Earrings and all! I’m shocked. Give it some color and you’d be onto something.

In fact, all three girls (La’an, Christine, and Ortegas) are wearing black here. Why do SNW the costume designers HATE fun?

“Oh, things are kind of weird between them.” I don’t use this word lightly, but between her being mean to Spock for no reason last week and now casually betraying her friend’s confidence like this with a little smirk (while Christine is visibly uncomfortable): Ortegas is just a bitch.

Do Vulcans consider their emotions to be “suppressed”? And would M’Benga, Vulcan expert or not, really be able to teach the native Vulcan how to better control his emotions (when he’s been learning that his whole life)??? Do they ever think before writing, or…?

Or: canon only matters when the SNW writers want it to.

“My mother felt this would be best.” A lot of Vulcans on this show throw that verb around awfully lightly. It’s almost like the writers don’t understand Vulcans.

If T’Pring’s mother doesn’t approve, why were they ever engaged in the first place? (I know that this show’s never going to acknowledge that they were betrothed as kids for an arranged marriage. But that’s the canon.)

Bitch, please.

A sweet reversal of her sneaking a glance at him in the Turbolift earlier.

Them.

Spock, please don’t look at your girlfriend when you’re supposed to be steering the shuttle away from the “rupture in space-time”.

Oh, his hair is so much better this way.

Why is everyone calling Uhura “Nyota” all of a sudden? I get that she’s just an ensign, but it’s weird.

This sounds like a casual phone call rather than the first contact between the Federation and an unknown species. Up the professionalism a few notches, Pike.

He does not.

“Mixed instructions? You don’t mean Spock.” I’m no scientist, but it’s obvious they’re talking about his DNA—keep up, Mr. Starship Captain!

“Uhura, get ‘em back.” Maybe if Pike hadn’t stumbled over his words and had gotten straight to the damn point, this wouldn’t be a problem! Kirk and Picard would both have said, “Excuse me, but the way you ‘fixed’ my science officer was not correct” rather than mumbling and stuttering until the call cut off.

He is adorable. You can pry human!Ethan!Spock out of my cold, dead hands.

“My fiancee’s mother? She hates me.” My fiancee? She hates me. Fixed that for you!

“I’ve already spoken to T’Pring and to your family.” That is really crossing a line! Kirk—Spock’s undisputed best friend of all time/brother/soulmate/true love (however you see them)—didn’t know about T’Pring or even that the Vulcan ambassador and his wife who were coming aboard were Spock’s parents until he met them on the Enterprise. But Pike is just casually contacting Sarek, Amanda, and T’Pring without consulting Spock first?! It’s not like he’s in a coma! He could easily have waited and let Spock tell his family himself. Accidents happen in Starfleet all the time. It’s a dangerous job.

Spock always seems to be played by men with the best smiles. ♥

Not Spock drinking alcohol and eating meat! He’s going to feel awful about that when his genetic code is “fixed”! (His dietary habits are cultural, not biological—why would he want to change them with or without his Vulcan DNA?)

If this was a TOS episode, Bridge crew would still be working on getting back in touch with the aliens who did this to Spock…but we have to show Spock enjoying some crispy bacon instead.

Again, I think control is a better choice of words.

“You just need to work on impulse control.” I don’t think taking his Vulcan DNA away would invalidate/negate his years of intensive mental training. He had to work extra hard as a mixed-race child to be a “real” Vulcan, so in theory he should still have access to about emotional control. If not, he should have been stripped of his memories of childhood and whatnot, too.

Spock’s sass is coming out so strongly in this script, which is great, but he should always be sassy! (“Gentlemen, I am in command of this vessel, and we shall continue on our present course…unless it is your intention to declare a mutiny.”)

I’m sure Christine enjoys seeing a more demonstrative version of the man she loves, BUT I hope they also show that she’s mourning the loss of the true Spock. She’s one of the few who really sees him for what he is—half Vulcan, half human, wholly himself.

To culminate his total lack of respect for Spock’s privacy/boundaries, Pike announces that his mom is on board in the middle of a busy hallway.

This Amanda is a babe (though there’s no way she’s old enough to be Ethan Peck’s mom).

I love this nod to the classic “Spock wearing a funny hat to hide his ears” trope.

Could they not get a costume to fit this actress? Not shaming her at all—I’m intimately familiar with the struggle of finding clothes that look flattering with a larger chest! But this ain’t it.

Why is Pike even still here? At this point, Amanda’s business is with her son. Pike can butt out.

“The engagement dinner has been moved several times due to your Starfleet schedule, a fact which they are not understanding about—” A few issues here: a) It seems, well, illogical that a family of Vulcans refuses to understand why Spock’s professional schedule would postpone personal obligations; b) this is the first time we’ve ever heard about this engagement dinner, 15 episodes into the season. That wouldn’t be an issue if (as in TOS) T’Pring had just been introduced—but she’s now been in numerous episodes including the pilot. Yet somehow this has never come up before?

Also, bold of this show to expect me to care that their engagement might get broken when they’ve already faked the audience out about that once and when I know T’Pring’s ultimately going to dump Spock anyway…

Incompetence.

So T’Pring’s family disapproves of Spock’s career (and we know from previous episodes that T’Pring isn’t thrilled about it, either), but they agree to hold this traditional and (apparently) super-important engagement dinner on the starship where Spock works?

I don’t think “Spock, you’re human” would be a human mother’s natural first reaction here. Idk. I know Amanda’s been on Vulcan a long time, but we know she’s still very warm, very human, and seeing her son so changed would have to be shocking/upsetting/concerning, right?

“I couldn’t even fool you.” That’s kind of funny.

First of all: Spock can lie with the best of them. Secondly, I don’t think you can learn to be a genuinely good liar in a few hours. Finally (and again): his years of Vulcan discipline/training shouldn’t have been erased (he obviously still has all his memories and knowledge), so he shouldn’t have to lie at all.

Seriously, Spock doesn’t have amnesia! He was raised by Vulcans—he knows how they speak!!!

Okay, but…Spock can’t perform the mind meld, and Amanda would know that. I feel like she should be saying, “My son was in a serious accident and is in no state to socialize” but then someone else—maybe even Sarek—overrules her. That would still leaves plenty of room for drama.

Just contact the aliens for help! I’m begging you! This is Star Trek!!!

“We can’t do it, but we already know who can” Thank God someone on this show can keep up.

I kind of hate her. :) At least she didn’t make a snarky comment, too.

I am weak (even if this is the least-flattering Vulcan look I have ever seen on any version of Spock).

T’Pring has some funny lines re: her difficult relationship with her mother, and I guess it’s a nice parallel to Spock’s difficult relationship with Sarek. I can sympathize with her, but I refuse to like her.

There’s no way a conservative Vulcan couple would be satisfied with a human preparing the traditional food for their daughter’s engagement dinner.

The majority of Vulcans in this show continue to look like a parody.

T’Pring’s dad being a foodie is funny. Him being obviously subservient to his scary bully of a wife is unoriginal and not so funny.

They stole a shuttlecraft and no one even alerts the captain?

Christine being willing to do anything for Spock: canon in every universe. ♥

I get that they’re in “interdimensional space” and in a state of semi-shock as a result (understandably!), but why can no one communicate effectively in this episode, including Uhura of all people???

Christine’s straight-talk with the aliens is just making me angry that Pike didn’t speak up about their mistake when he was communicating with them earlier.

She’s stunning.

Spock being protective of/afraid for Christine is precious.

“During the accident, the other being diverted the shields away from himself to protect you.” Even though I’m unsure how that would work (isn’t the shield around the entire shuttlecraft?)—that is SO Spock and so adorable.

“Are you so obtuse that you don’t even see that [you have feelings for Spock]?” It’s always one step forward, three steps back with Ortegas…

The writers were kind enough to grant my wish: Christine acknowledges that a wholly human Spock isn’t really Spock at all. The writing is less than phenomenal, but Jess Bush really sells it anyway, and it alludes nicely to Christine’s heartfelt confession of love in “The Naked Time” about seeing Spock as being greater than the sum of his genetic parts.

I’m tearing up.

The scene where Spock tells T’Pring’s mother off and praises his own isn’t super believable/in-character, but it’s satisfying!

Once again: the Vulcans on this show use that word way too much…

They really have wanted T’Pring to always be the victim/wronged party in this relationship ever since the first episode. But why?! She’s going to leave him! In canon, she makes him fight his own best friend to the death to have her when she doesn’t even want him! No matter how they resolve the relationship in this show, it’s all drama I don’t care about!!!

T’Pring’s mother was overtly racist towards Amanda and Spock during the entire dinner; she doesn’t approve of him; and she told him that he deserved to be disowned by Sarek/didn’t deserve to marry T’Pring. She would probably continue behaving that way towards him for the rest of her life. But after he endured all of that for her sake and after she repeatedly warned him not to mess the dinner up, T’Pring expresses neither concern for Spock’s ordeal nor relief that he’s been healed/that the dinner was a success nor gratitude for what he put himself through. She expresses only disappointment that he didn’t confide in her.

Crying in the club.

There’s a lovely reciprocity to Spock and Christine’s dynamic so far—he kissed her in Season One; this time, she kisses him. He risked his life to save her earlier; then she goes back and risks hers to make him whole again. I know these writers are going to screw it up eventually, so I’ll enjoy it while it lasts.

Overall, this episode was way too long (a full hour!) and was bogged down with a bunch of nonsense in the middle in the name of comedy. Its dialogue in particular was just as poorly-written as most SNW scripts have been (i.e., “you look constipated,” “you messed him up,” numerous crew members mumbling and stuttering in the heat of the moment…these aren’t Starfleet professionals, they’re high schoolers!) BUT there was an extra helping of heart in this episode. Between Amanda Grayson’s tenderness towards her son, Spock’s protectiveness towards Christine, and Christine’s fierce loyalty towards Spock, I almost cried more than once. And since Spock/Christine is THE reason I started watching this show in the first place, it’s nice to finally see some payoff fifteen episodes in!

The Good: Ethan’s face without Vulcan make-up + his gorgeous smile!—a surprise Amanda cameo—Spock and Christine mutually being protective of each other/risking their lives for each other—some funny moments—Jess and Ethan both acting their socks off—really cool visuals during the “interdimensional space” scene—a few excellent costume designs—finally, the big kiss!

The Bad: Childish/unprofessional dialogue throughout—Ortegas being a bitch even to her friends—writing human!Spock like a teenager who forgot everything he knows about being Vulcan (even though his memories are in tact)—Pike’s total incompetence—name-dropping Roger Korby (ugh)

I can’t wait to see how this show is going to disappointment me in the Spockstine department going forward.

#luth liveblogs snw

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HEY SEEK! idk if you follow/keep up with leakers, but if tom and zendaya are indeed coming back for a new trilogy, what would you like to see in it? over 3 movies, how would you like it to play out? (ik you're very anti stalker peter at the donut shop) but like pace wise, being with other people etc. and then villain wise. but also just for peter/spiderman himself as a character?

i wasn't on tumblr at the time nwh came so i'm not sure if youve done a post like this before (hard to believe you haven't honestly) but i tried searching a bit and haven't seen one. if you have i'd like to read it.

I have many thots

I have not kept up with the leakers, namely because Tom still has (1) more appearance in his current contract so anything the streets say is just conjecture at this point I’ll believe it when Kevin or Amy speak their truth

I AM ANTI STALKER PETER PLEASE GOD DO NOT LET THAT SHIT BECOME CANON. Fandom can be Worse actually because Peter showing up at Peter Pan’s after deciding Not To is OOC at best and horrifically creepy at worst RIP I cannot relate

Much less the whole ass trend of Peter and MJ being sexually intimate with each other BEFORE the memories returned you’re all a bunch of dub con/non-con loving weirdos!!!!! Tag your shitty takes so the rest of us don’t have to see it!!!!!!!

n e wayz Im fine Im cool @ Marvel don’t listen to the creepy projectionists listen to ME

I want a time skip. Will I get one? No, but I do. I want a time skip and I want it to be a year at minimum. I want Felicia/Black Cat to have already been Established as a presence in that year as both an ally and a lover because Peter needs to be in his hoe era already.

Controversial opinion in this fandom but I do Not want MJ to be a part of the plot or even show up unless it’s a cameo / a way to show her (and Ned) living their lives Without Peter. IF she shows up, I do NOT want her involved at all— if Zendaya could be paid money for 2 seconds in that worm movie, she can do the same here I simply think that for the first fucking time MCU Peter has some Consequences and I would LIKE for him to have those last for more than (1) movie

I Will be okay MJ to have the first inklings of her memory returning / jump cut to Something in the end credits but I will be upset if she just shows up out of nowhere or magically gets the memories back off screen that’s bad storytelling actually!!!!!!!

In MY dream world, the plot of the first movie lays the groundwork for Fisk being a Problem but is really more of a Cat and Mouse Spider game with Felicia and Peter, similar to the vibes of PS4 (but without the baby plot because that was a fun fic to write but that would make MCU Peter’s world too difficult)

(Bonus points if Matt shows up as Daredevil)

I want Peter, with Felicia’s help, to make the first steps to going to ESU and doing Other Shit. It’s about the bonding and the moving forward and relearning how to Exist in the world innit.

in MY dream world, the second movie (which had the stinger of MJ having that “oh shit” moment) is leaning MORE into the Fisk / city drama. I think Secret Wars will have already been a factor by this point so I’d love for the plot to be about Peter, the city, and second guessing everything and everyone. Fisk should be a more pronounced presence at this point that’s running for Mayor, being a Menace and overall causing Spider-Man’s life to be hell.

I want Peter to be a student at ESU, working shitty jobs, maybe even the irony of being a photographer and one at the Bugle you can do this Marvel I believe in you

I want MJ to confront Peter about Everything around the Climax so it’s a Wrinkle in the Narrative. I would CRY for crumbs and explanation for what she’s been doing, who she is, what her family thinks, what her dreams and aspirations are. She confronts him not because she’s still madly in love with him like an idiot but because she deserves BETTER dammit and he FUCKED UP and she wants him to KNOW he fucked up!!!!!

(I haven’t mentioned Ned because realistically I don’t think he’s coming back but if he does, I want him right there with MJ)

In MY dream world, the third movie is Kraven 😌 the threat is Fisk being threatening but it’s actually Kraven 😌 who wants to kidnap Spider-Man 😌 I want Kraven’s Last Hunt on the big screen 😌

(EXTRA Bonus Points if Peter and MJ are still not together but awkwardly trying to be Friends)

This is also Thee MJ movie for me, which picks up from all the shit from the second movie PERHAPS she is graduating from college and PERHAPS she is an actress and PERHAPS we get more of that delicious interpersonal goodness and argument.

(EXTRA EXTRA BONUS POINTS IF IT HAS BEEN MADE ABUNDANTLY CLEAR THAT MJ HAS DATED OTHER PEOPLE SINCE PETER AND IS NOT WAITING AROUND FOR HIM)

(It’s about the choosing innit)

I want the Peter crawling up from his grave scene and the sweet, sweet Peter and MJ reunion. I WANT IT.

Idk how I want this next trilogy to End but I want Fisk to still be a problem and Peter and MJ /finally/ trying again with each other.

I’m sure there’s more I could think of that I want (and what I don’t want) but this is what first comes to mind.

#seek speaks #petermj #spideychelle #no way home #Peter Parker

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New Life - chapter 22

“You’re not going to lay low, are you?” Roberts voice sounded defeated.

Elliott turned to him. His husband leaned in the frame. His arms folded. He looked very serious.

“You know I can’t.”

Robert shook his head. He closed the door. “I don’t know… I don’t know if I can let you do that. I don’t know that I can let you try anything in this regard.”

Elliott clenched his teeth, anger bubbling in him.

Be. Reasonable. He’s scared. He’s lived through the last five years with this. You haven’t.

“You’re worried they’ll take him away.”

“Of course I’m worried about that! I’ve been worried for that very goddamn thing every day since it happened!”

“The branding, you mean.”

“Yes, dammit!”

Elliott took a deep breath, thinking. “Robert… what do you think will happen to him in the longer term?”

“There was...an agreement. I agreed to submitting him to examinations and that he would be schooled as a mage when the time came. And to keep my mouth shut, of course. In return they agreed that I would be allowed to raise him until the age of six and that he’d be tutored by the local wizard after that and be allowed to live at home still.”

“Six.” The wording fell through Elliott like a numb weight. “Allowed to raise him. Allowed. Do you hear what you’re saying?!”

“YES, DAMMIT, I KNOW!” Hot tears flew from his angry eyes. “WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?! He was… He… god…” He hugged himself, miserable, shaking. “They took him. They took him and tortured him. Right in front of me! All my training, all my work, the conditioning… and I couldn’t protect my own son! They showed me with absolute clarity that I was absolutely powerless! Was I supposed to wait until they kidnapped my other children to extort me with them more?! After everything they had already gone through?!” He sobbed, his eyes full of rage and sorrow. “I struck a deal because it was all I could do, Elliott! There was nothing else. I just. There was nothing else I could have done.”

The air between them felt so tense, it was hard to breathe. Elliott tried to consider his words. This moment was hard. So, so hard. They rarely ever fought and he couldn’t bear to see his husband cry without doing something about it. But they had to talk about this. There was no way around it.

“...I’m… I’m not saying you could have. I’m not blaming you. I agree with your decision, actually.”

“Well then, what do you you even want from me here?!”

Elliott sighed. “I want you to allow me to do something too. To do something you couldn’t have. Robert, you have your strengths and to be clear, you are an incredibly strong person. Yes, they overwhelmed you then, but it doesn’t make you any weaker. It wasn’t your fault. But I don’t want to do any kind of active offense or attack. I want to…” He sighed, trying to figure out where exactly he was going. “I want to use...the word. And the public. I want to use the power of the people. Drag this out into the open. Make it impossible for them to do anything to us without people learning about it. These ministry people, ultimately they are still a part of the government, aren’t they?! And we’re still supposed to live in a democracy! You said you’ve seen other parent’s who weren’t so lucky. You said they do terrible things to children in that place. That means we’re not alone in this fight! It means other parents have suffered like we suffered, or more. I understand that you’re scared, but where do you think this is going to lead?! Do you think they will honestly keep their word and let us keep him?”

Full story at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37490239/chapters/115056415

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv elliott #you need an ao3 account for this #if you don't have one we can come to an arrangement

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S Plays 'Golden Wildfire' - Part 4

Chapter 7 - A Contest of Beasts

as per request, @garlandgerard, here's what I've gleaned from GW this chater.

Story Content

Roundtable unanimously votes to go fuck up Adrestia

Front-line commanders are not so in favour of going to fuck up Adrestia

Such is war.

Oh??????? Tea? Lysithea and Marianne are having a very hard time believing Ordelia wants to fuck Adrestia because of how much it's already suffered.

God fucking dammit Claude I swear if this comes back to you-- (he said the count made Claude his proxy. mmmmmmm--)

Claude: "I just want to be clear about one thing. I'm not trying to invade the Empire because of some personal ambitions. Seizing House Bergliez's territory is essential to the future of the Alliance. That much won't change, whether we continue to wage war with the Empire or simply need a little leverage for peace talks. This fight is about protecting our future. So I'm asking you all to lend me your strength, because I can't do this alone."

Huh. I'll have to double check, but there's WAY more reluctance to fight this fight than what I've seen on Azure Gleam (Alliance Soldier, Linhardt though that's no surprise, Marianne, etc.). Even Claude acknowledges that his plan is contested. I know it's because the Kingdom, and by extension Dimitri, are being targeted, but it's certainly something I find interesting.

Claude's doubts rear their head again. Wondering if they're actually founded this time and if he should back the fuck up.

Okay, no, see, when these characters can't even remember each other's names, I have a hard time believing they're going to be really troubled by fighting them. (Hilda camp conversation.)

Lorenz states he doesn't have the right to express an opinion regarding Leicester's move on Adrestia. A unanimous decision in formality, I suppose, but all isn't as it seems.

Alliance general, from House Albany: "The Alliance is invading the Empire for the first time in history. The nobles need to present a united front. Though I don't even want to imagine how the roundtable meetings will go if this battle expands Alliance territory."

Ignatz, rightly, says the claiming gronder is a recipe for disaster because the Empire won't stand to lose their greatest plot of fertile soil.

Fun to note: everyone that wants to go fuck over Adrestia wants it done because they've lost someone to the war.

Count Bergliez plans to fuck up the Alliance without getting Edelgard involved because her main focus is on battling the Kingdom; that's where most of her forces are.

Hm, something to note: Count Bergliez says the field has been trampled beyond use.

NADER!!!!! KING LEGEND LIGHT OF MY LIFE HOW ARE YOU DOING

Learning that Shahid is kind of . . . not smart? lol?

Almyran solider: "General Nader, our troops are compeltely exhausted. Everyone's starving, and we're running out of water. [....] We didn't bring enough provisions? What is Prince Shahid thinking?"

Khalid was . . . the favourite? LOL, okay. Whatever you say, Three Hopes. (which isn't to say that he wasn't loved, but, uh . . .)

Shahid has an uncle; whether that's also the king of almyra's brother is unclear.

Yeah Shahid is certified incompetent on the battlefield.

Claude, his Hilda b-support: "Is it really responsible of me to keep letting the war drag on like this?"

Uh-oh.

I've said it before and I will say it again: His japanese VA brings such a lovely range to Claude's lines and I cannot thank him enough for it. he sounds so tender talking with Hilda

"Honestly, Hilda, I . . . I don't know what to do. Is my way really the right path forward? It feels like I'm rejecting everything Leicester used to be up until now. Like I'm tearing something important away from the people who need it most. Are you sure you won't regret lighting this fire in me?"

OR MAYBE . . . DON'T DO WHAT YOU'RE ABOUT TO DO I DON'T KNOW

Bergliez wants the war with the Alliance over and done with; Hevring, in his usual manner, says that Bergliez's intuition is rarely wrong and backs him up; Edelgard says the thought of armistice has also crossed her mind, and wants to focus all her attention on the Kingdom.

We are absolutely fucked, lads.

? Notable dialogue: Edelgard: Perhaps it's time we focus the entirety of our armies on the Kingdom front, and cease our attempts to conquer the Alliance through military means. Hubert, smiling: Hm, yes. Through military means.

When I tell you my stomach sank. Eugh.

Main Battle - The Battle at Gronder Field

Here we go folks

Jeralt and co. are here once again

The Imperial army is almost certainly pulling a fast one on me

Recruited Petra because I'm not a monster

???? Forced retreat??? Rock music? What's happening

It's twice now that I've seen the Byleth/Sothis v. Shez battle and it STILL fucks

Anyway Claude is panicked and I don't know why

OH. Almyra duh

Dimiclaude less-than-crumbs: story beats matching in how they're winning their respective battles until they get called back to the capital because someone's decided to cause problems

Side Battles

Saved people from bandits that were taking advantage of war's chaos and got to fuck up Metodey. All in all, a good day.

Misc.

Gatekeeper wants revenge on adrestia for fucking up Garreg Mach lgkdjfgj you go, legend!

DAMN LORENZ IS REALLY TRYING TO FUCK??? Selling his territory as an ideal place for Hilda to settle down--I see you!

Lysithea admitting to bein grateful for her friends even if she never says it fdkjdlkgj i fucking love her.

I really love Caspar's voice in Japanese <3<3

#s starts a wildfire #lgkdjglkdfjg already getting ill over this why does this game do what it doe #does*

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his angel in disguise chapter 5

Come along see how y/n and Damian end up together In a bad place the doctor assassin y/n and killer assassin Vigilante Damian

"22 year old Damian stood all alone with the justice league tied up about the fight Slade Wilson as the battle gaged who is worried no one to back him up until she drops down she was there shadow he watched as spade jumped and she blocked as the entered a intense battle not knowing if they'd come out victorious"

See them grow and get through hard times watch him fall for her and her fall for him

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own dc or any other character In this unless started otherwise all dc character are from the Warner bros

⚠️WARNING⚠️ Blood cussing fighting some spicy seen no full on smut

infinity Island may 17th 4:00 am

y/ns pov

I woke up to a sudden stop on the boute i here talia scream “were here lets start unloading” i got up still groggy i grab my bag and and head off as some of the loyal assassins began to un loud once i got to the entrance i was greeted by Sensei and Cheshire The Sensei was an aged martial arts master from Hong Kong and the second-in-command of Ra's al Ghul's League of Assassins. He did his work from infinity island and Jade, tired of living a life that was reliant on failing adults, decided to abandon her family in pursuit of a better one. Somehow, through her journey alone, she made it to the League of Shadows and gave herself the agent name Cheshire she is a highly skilled assassin and is the daughter of Lawrence aka sports master and Paula Crock aka Huntress tho her mom is no longer active and her dad is a traeder but she has been loyal talia said its because she has a crush on me i think is because she hates her dad but who knows

“Welcom we are so sorry for all this but cheshire will show you to were you will be staying well me and talia talk about what comes next” sansei said and usually i would put up a fight but i was still tired and sad that damian was not here so i just nodded and followed

“So where's the next demon he usually attached to your hip when you come to talk business” i know that of i don't answer she wont stop bugging me and i don't need that

“He's with his dad”

“I didn't even know he knew his dad”

“He's getting to know him” as we reached the end of the hall the conversation ending

“So this is your room maybe i can help you get sette-”

“No i mean im ok im just gonna put my stuff down and just rest so if you could just let me be that would be nice” and before she could answer i slammed the door in her face ya i know its rude but god dammit she was right im so used to damian being with me at these things and i hate to say it but im sad i'm terrified i hate being in this beas in this life without him but i know i have to stay tis just so much but i can stick it out

With Damian may 17th 5:00 am

In his room

It's been two days since i hade to leave the base and four days since the death of my grandfather death in this time i convinced my father to let me take up the mantle of robin and found out i have 3 older brothers who are already pines in my ass dick is the oldest he's smiling all the time and seems to be kind to all jason is second oldest he clearly loves to piss off father i was aware of red hood from when grandfather had brought him back but this is my first time meeting him drake is a bitch who thinks he was the best robin and it seems like he never sleeps

Father seems cochise of me i don't believe he likes me all to much but why should i care this is temporary i will be back home with my mother and beloved soon

“Damian alfred says its breakfast now”

God todd

#damian al ghul x reader #damian wayen x reader #damian wayne x y/n #robin x reader #damian wayne #damian al ghul #robin #damian wayne imagine #robin imagine #damian wayne sires #robin sires #damian al ghul imagine

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sinsofazeroth · 2 years

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Dead End Rot

Summary: Lydia simply wants to live her life in the house she always wanted. However, her aunt keeps pestering her to pay off her house with a price that's impossible for Lydia to afford. Luckily she finds a strange, mangled creature in the property's garage who offers her a bargain she accepts, for better or for worse. Tags: horror, thriller, creature-feature Warnings: animal death, graphic description of corpses and various stages of decomposition Rating: mature

Chapter 1 - Roadkill

“Need… more…”

His voice has grown even weaker.

“...will… perish…”

Dead, glossed over eyes stare at her. She feels herself shaking.

“I know, I’m sorry I couldn’t bring you anything lately, but I’m here now.”

Her voice surprises her, as somehow she manages to keep it from shaking along with the rest of her body. Must be getting used to it.

She opens the bag and reaches inside, pulling out a handful of dead insects.

“Here. I know it’s not that much, but it’s all I can give you right now.”

Slowly she moves her hand towards the rotting creature in front of her. He’s been looking worse and worse the past weeks…

What once looked like a mangy dog is now a mess of rotting fur, flesh and bones. His lower half has completely rotted away from his torso, leaving his splintered spine and ribs exposed. There were no noticeable organs left at this point. It was all just one big mess of fluids and hair.

With her other hand she gently lifts the creature’s head from the cold garage floor. He takes that chance and gobbles up the insects, leaving not a single crumb.

“Not… enough…”

“I know, I know,” the woman sighs.

“...more… blood… more… blood…”

She ignores his mumblings, getting up to leave the garage where she first found him about three months ago. Without hesitation she closes the large gate and seals it shut, the creature’s demands still ringing out to her.

After locking up she leans against the gate and sighs deeply once again.

“How the hell am I gonna keep him fed…” she thinks out loud. “Guess I really have to go and look for roadkill. Oh well, better be seen as a public weirdo than become a half-rotten corpse in a garage,” her thought continues.

Suddenly she hears a phone ring. She hastily enters the house, stumbling over a few moving boxes in the process.

“Dammit, why haven’t I cleaned all this up yet,” she scolds herself.

With quite a bit of stretching she finally reaches the phone and answers it.

“Hello?”

“Lydia, dear! How are you? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for days now!”

“Oh, mom? God, I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy looking for a job and keeping… other things in order.”

“It’s alright, dear. Say, have you found work yet? I really don’t want to pressure you but your aunt really wants the payment for the house soon, you know how she gets…”

“Riiiight, about that…”

Lydia rolls her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose. ‘I really don’t want to pressure you’ yeah right, go suck that witch off even more, would you, she thinks.

“Just mail me the check as soon as you can, yes? Love you, dear! And please try to call more often. Your father and I are quite worried, you know?”

“Will do, mom. Gotta go now, bye.”

Without hearing her mother’s goodbye Lydia ends the call and puts the phone back in its charging station.

“Fucking bitch,” she mumbles. “If she wants my money so badly why doesn’t she call me herself?”

Lydia briefly sits down on a chair and rubs her temples.

“Oh, right. The fucking roadkill.”

She hastily stands up and hurries back out of the house, into her car. The engine starts and she drives off. The day before she already scouted out places with the most cases of roadkill and marked them on a map.

“‘Kay, let’s get to it, then. Wonder how many weirdos are gonna stare at me for picking up the roadkill,” Lydia chuckles slightly. “Not like anyone else does it around here, geez.”

A few minutes later she arrives at the first location marked on her map. She slows down the car in order to get a proper view of the road.

“Aha, got one!”

Lydia pulls over and gets out of the vehicle. Just off the side of the road lies a horribly mangled corpse.

“Hmm, must have been a raccoon or something. Poor thing. But don’t worry, you’re not gonna go to waste like that, little buddy.”

The woman takes out a black trash bag from the back seat of her car and scoops up the unfortunate animal. Just as she wanted to throw the bag back into the car, she grits her teeth and tilts her head.

“Great. Why now of all times?”

Another car drives by her. The driver seems to be extra curious as they slow down to properly stare at Lydia.

“Just please keep driving…”

The driver stops.

“Fuck me.”

A man steps out of the jet black vehicle. He quickly fixes his suit jacket and hesitantly walks towards Lydia.

“What are you doing here? What’s in that bag?” He inquires.

Lydia raises an eyebrow.

“Uh… roadkill?” She answers.

“Why do you need roadkill?” The man continues.

“None of your business, chap,” Lydia snarls at him.

“Well, I mean,” he rubs the back of his neck. “I do appreciate that at least someone is getting those poor things off the roads. There’s just so many of ‘em, it’s pretty disturbing to drive along these parts seeing those critters smashed and broken left and right…”

“A-ha?” Lydia gives the man a confused look, raising her brow even further.

“Truth is, I picked up a few of them on my way to work earlier, but don’t really know where to put them. Would be a bit weird to just throw ‘em onto the compost in my yard. I got nosy neighbours, you know,” he gives the woman a sheepish smile.

Lydia’s face lights up.

“Now look at that, must be my lucky fucking day!”

The man seems to be slightly taken aback by her sudden statement. He begins to walk around to his car’s trunk.

Inside are two more black trash bags, presumably filled with even more roadkill. Lydia flashes a smug smirk. Jackpot!

“Yeah, so, I got my ways of putting those rascals to use. I can take care of that, no problem!” She exclaimed.

“Thank you, really. I have to get to work now, but if we meet again, I owe you one!” The man gave Lydia a warm smile. She shuddered slightly.

With two more bags of dead animals in tow she returns to her house. She opens the trunk and hoists the bags out with a groan.

“Hey, I got some great stuff for you today!” She shouts towards the sealed garage gate. Lydia sets the bags down and looks through her keys to undo the locks.

She opens the gate.

The stench is so much worse now. It’s been pretty warm lately so the decomposition is accelerated greatly. Lydia frowns at the surefire possibility of her ending up in the same position as the creature if she doesn’t get him what he needs, stat.

Hoisting the bags inside she already hears his laboured breathing.

“...”

“Cat got your tongue?”

He remains silent. Unusually silent.

A horrid, guttural growl suddenly shakes her to her very core.

“Shit, shit, shit…” she repeats in her thoughts, over and over.

Lydia hurries over to the broken creature, bags in tow. Hastily, she rips them open and dumps the horrid remains of those animals onto the floor. An uncomfortable amount of bodily fluids spreads out around Lydia’s feet.

Another growl, followed by wet smacking sounds.

She sighs in relief.

After a few minutes the creature has consumed all the woman brought him. He growls in content.

“I am again strong enough to speak. You do well, human.”

His rough, guttural voice rings out.

Lydia looks to the ground. All those nasty fluids are getting drawn to the creature, like he’s a sponge absorbing it all at once.

“I grow impatient, Lydia.”

She jerks, affixing her eyes back to him. It feels like she’s frozen in place.

“I need more sacrifices. Bigger sacrifices. I am still far from whole. I do hope you remember our bargain, Lydia.”

Lydia swallows.

“Of course…” she answers sheepishly.

Three months ago they had indeed struck a bargain. Lydia is to bring him sustenance in order to rebuild his terribly broken body. In exchange he will grant her the money she needs to pay off her aunt for the house she so desperately wanted. If she’s to break the bargain, however, he’s going to consume her instead, leaving the woman in the state he is in now, rotting, waiting for someone, anyone to come by and agree to strike a bargain with her.

Mustering him intently Lydia notices that the beast’s body has barely mended at all, though he is able to move more now. With each movement of his head however, his spine and facial bones make these harrowing cracking noises, like wood being strained until it’s about ready to break. It makes her sick to imagine herself in that same position.

“I’ll give you a week, Lydia.” The creature speaks again, accompanied by the cracking of his mangled bones.

Like an ice cold hand a shudder crawls up and down Lydia’s back and neck at those words. She merely nods in response, picks up the bags and leaves the garage, making sure to seal it extra tight this time.

#writeyot #horror #thriller #creature feature #dead end rot #writeblr

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lifewithinatarotdeck · 2 years

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Twist of Fate

"OUTTA MY WAY, DUMBFUCKS!!"

Mitsuki was cursing and screaming at the idiots in these tin cans in front of her blocking traffic on the way to the Tattooin District. She had seen the smoke there and as she had gotten closer, explosions were then seen and she knew her son was doing this.

That wasn't the only thing that was making her boil, she also had a gut-punch feeling that Izuku would be there too. It made her scared that he is in the melee, and for someone who is Quirkless death would be instant.

"MOVE, I NEED TO GET TO MY KIDS!!"

"Fuck off, lady! We are in traffic!"

"SHUT UP!" Mitsuki flung an iron skillet out of nowhere and hit the driver right next to her, effectively causing him to yell in surprise and pain. She then honked the horn again before eventually abandoning her car and running towards the explosion, hoping that Fortune would grant her to make it in time.

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He was staring down at the concrete below, fighting his mind to just fucking jump and end his suffering. No one would fucking care, not even his own mother. She would just laugh and dance on his grave, glad that her worthless son is no longer living. This is just another statistic of Quirkless suicide, and they would just put it in the archives if he is lucky.

Yet his stomach was lurching hard, and it was overriding his despair to move away from the threat. He tried to squash it down and just do it, but his body would just fight even harder. Izuku's hands were gripping tightly on the rail and his legs were shaking furiously. Crying even harder at the pathetic display he was showing, he felt even more useless.

"God fucking dammit!" He screamed and his body just collapsed, refusing to let the verdanette complete the task. "I am fucking useless!!

Izuku was now walking with his head down, contemplating how to end his life since that was a bust. It was harder to do the action than to think about it, his depression making that want very tempting but his self-preservation was preventing him. It was telling him not to jump, that he needed to live and seek help. Help from who!? He can't ask for help, no one will help the Quirkless, whether by death or survival.

This is harder than I thought. I don't know what to do...I already missed a 'session' mom was making me do with a client, she will beat me for that. I am barely recovering from that yesterday, what if...sigh...what do they care? I'm Quirkless, they would say I probably deserve it, I lost count of how many times I have been in detention for sneezing alone, or for one teacher, in particular, a deepthroat session.

"Fortune has definitely dealt me a bad hand."

An explosion was heard and Izuku looked in the direction where a lot of smoke was billowing a couple of blocks ahead of him. More blasts were heard and within minutes a couple of Heroes arrived on the scene.

"Death Arms, Backdraft and Kamui Woods, huh?"

He walked towards the scene without any thought as he was being drawn in like a fly to sugar. Izuku didn't know why, but something was egging him to watch.

I guess I will be able to watch the spectacle before my final act.

After several tries, he was finally able to get to the front of the blockade, and what he had seen made his stomach churn. The Sludge Villain was right in front of him instead of inside the bottle All Might had him in, and he was currently holding a student hostage.

Oh my God, did I make All Might lose this Villain? I am such a useless idiot!!

"Midoriya!"

The greenette jolted and looked to the side and saw boys who usually hang out with Katsuki. "Tsubasa-kun, Riko-kun, what are you two doing here? Wait, where is Kacchan?"

Another explosion reverberated through the area and some of the sludge was able to get pushed away from the student. A student with soft Pomeranian blonde hair and deep red eyes.

Izuku's eyes widened and he ran towards the two without thinking, his mind only on one thing.

No, nonono! I can't let him die! If he does it will be all my fault!!

"Kacchan!!"

"Wait, Midoriya!!"

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Fate must have been cruel that day, as the Wheel of Fortune for those involved was not good. Sorrow, Despair, Fear, and for one particular person Death awaits.

She smiled as she continued to watch the mayhem, and frowned when the blonde incapacitated her creation and Death was nowhere to be seen on her chessboard. Deciding on giving a little nudge on a piece of loose wall, the scream of despair was heard when it landed on the boy marked for death.

#izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugou #trauma #death #temporary #twisted fate

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atozphantomsquadron · 1 year

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Ariel - I

(cw: divorce, alcohol use)

"... perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us." -Rainer Maria Rilke

“I’m sorry, Ken, I have to do this.”

Ken Sharpe’s face was now solely supported by his hand under his chin, the phone held by the other hand to his ear. The rest of his body slumped in his chair.

“Linda, why?”

“For God’s sake, you’re never here! What do you expect me to do?”

Ken took a deep breath. “Now come on, we can work this out …”

“No we can’t. We haven’t been able to work anything out for years, because I don’t get to see you for more than three days at a time every eight months!”

Ken leaned back in his chair, his uniform disheveled and wrinkled, bags forming under his eyes. Absently, he looked at his free left hand. “Linda …”

“I’ve made up my mind. I’m sorry.”

Ken rubbed his head. “What about Cole?”

“Don’t you worry about Cole. That shouldn’t be hard, you haven’t worried about him in a long time.”

He slammed a fist down on the desk. “Dammit, that’s not fair!”

“No, what’s not fair is Cole growing up without his father, me having to answer awkward questions about where my husband is! I can’t live this life anymore.”

Crying could be heard on the other end. Ken slumped back forward against the desk. “I’m so sorry, babe, really.”

She sniffled. “The paperwork’s been filed. The next time you talk about this will be with my lawyer.”

The click was deafening to Ken. He laid the phone on its cradle, his head in his hands. For a long period of time, he remained in the mournful pose until a wrinkled hand shook his shoulder.

“Want to talk about it?” Cyrus Salem attempted to rouse the taller man.

Ken looked over at his friend, eyes red and watery. “What for? It’s done with. All because of that.”

He angrily jabbed his thumb back toward the wall of his office, where the Sword leaned, supported by a file cabinet. Cyrus sighed, keeping his hand on Ken’s shoulder.

“That may be the case, but it still helps to talk it over. Come on, it’s late.”

Ken sighed heavily, his gaze never leaving his left hand. Cyrus gave a frustrated huff.

“Listen, you can wallow in your pathetic pity party all night, or we can go out and live a little. Myself, I think I’d rather be living than pitying.”

“I guess you’re right. Okay.” Listlessly, Ken reached for the Sword, following the short man out of the office.

The night was rainy and cold, too wet for what she was used to. The thick fabric of her sweatshirt clung to her body, creating a damp, uncomfortable cocoon around her. Water dripped down off of the hood, already too saturated to resist the moisture at all. She pulled it further down in front of her face.

The sight of her hand frightened her more. She quickly plunged her fist back into the pocket of her sweatshirt, looking around in a panic, hoping no one had seen her.

Locks of her long black hair hung out of the hood, clinging to itself, the water creating a massive wet dreadlock. She leaned briefly against a nearby brick wall, gathering her strength.

Have to keep moving. Have to continue.

She coughed, the weather starting to get to her, and returned her weight completely to her feet, continuing to walk down the wet street. Her misfit shoes squished, also saturated with the runoff from the sidewalk, the sound almost announcing the chafing that would no doubt follow this night. Her body failed her again, forcing her to lean against another building.

Must keep moving. No rest for the damned.

She bit her lip, fighting the inevitable emotional display as long as she could. Her eyes felt like they steamed against the chill of the night, allowing their watery cargo loose. She slid down the wall, collapsing into a fetal ball, and wailed, her body giving in to her soul.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

Cyrus downed another sip of his third beer, looking worriedly over at Ken. The taller man had tossed down four bills to pay his tab.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I need to go home and do some thinking, that’s all.” He finished his fifth gin and tonic, turning away from the shorter man. Cyrus made sure to reach out and take the taller man’s shoulder.

“Hey, don’t do anything rash now. The world needs you.”

Ken looked over at his friend and combat partner. “Yeah, there must always be a Guardsman, I get it, I’ve gotten it for nearly forty goddamn years.”

Cyrus sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. If you need to talk, I’m here for you. I’d say Lazarus was too, but I’m not sure if she’s the right one to talk to about this sort of thing.”

Ken smirked. “She’s got her own problems, anyway. Thanks for reminding me, though, we need to discuss her situation with the labs.”

The shorter man nodded, sliding off of his barstool. At his full height, Cyrus was as tall as the barstool was. “I’ll take care of that tomorrow. Don’t worry. You take it easy the rest of the night.”

Ken nodded, walking over to the door of the bar. At the coat rack, he took his jacket and the Sword, touching the hilt briefly. His eyes immediately lost their alcohol clouding: the one thing he appreciated about the weapon was that it was an instant intoxication cure. He strapped the Sword around his hips and walked out into the night.

The cold rain splashed right into his face. He turned his collar up against the weather, looking around at the busy nighttime traffic of Washington, DC. In the distance, he spotted the illuminated Capitol dome, gaining his bearings.

A whimper caught his attention.

Ken tried to follow the sound. He noticed no pedestrians around, none of the regular college revelers. The whimper came again, and Ken realized it was behind him. He turned back toward the door of the bar …

… and saw it. The figure was curled up against the steps leading to the bar entrance, wrapped up in a hooded sweatshirt and a pair of sweat pants. It appeared at least human, but he could not tell the person’s gender. He crouched down next to the mysterious person, placing his hand on a shoulder.

“Hey, you okay?”

This close, he saw that the figure was female. More than that, though, he noticed the sweatshirt appeared to be Naval issue. She whimpered again.

“Hey, kid, are you okay? Do you need help?”

The girl was soaked to the bone. She whimpered again, but this time managed an answer. “No …”

“Want a ride? Where do you need to be?”

She went past whimpering this time, straight to full weeping. “Nowhere … no place for me …”

“Can I at least get you out of the rain? You’re going to die if you stay out here.”

Her shoulders heaved. “I want to die.”

Ken shook his head. “I’m sorry, I can’t allow that. Come on, let me help you.” He took the girl’s arm, trying to pull her to her feet. She seemed resistant, but soon Ken realized she was simply limp and weak. He slung her arm over his neck, his right arm around her waist, and carried her to his car.

The ride was short from the bar to the apartment complex in Georgetown. Ken had noticed the woman was unusually heavy for her size, as he lifted her gingerly out of the car and carried her up the stairs to his apartment. Struggling to keep the woman upright, he worked his key into the lock and opened the door.

He carried her to the sofa in the middle of the living room before setting her down gently. Her too-damp clothes made a wet mark on the fabric. He quickly locked the door, moving into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee.

“Are you feeling better to be out of the weather?”

She barely made a noise. Ken took a deep breath, moving into the hallway and finding a towel from the bathroom.

“Here, dry off. It’ll help.”

The woman sighed. “Thank you, but I can’t.”

“Well, can you at least take that hood off?”

He saw the hood visibly shake in the negative. “I’m a monster. Please don’t look.”

Ken raised an eyebrow. “Monster? How so? You don’t seem too monstrous to me.”

Her shoulders heaved. Ken came closer to her, crouching before her.

“Listen, I work with some … let’s say, unusual people. I can honestly say I’ve probably seen it all. There’s nothing you can show me that I’m not prepared for.”

The woman sighed, finally reaching up and pulling down the hood of her sweatshirt. The face which looked up at the man was a young woman’s face, barely into her mid-20’s, bearing the saddest expression Ken had ever seen on a living being. Raven-colored hair framed the heart-shaped face, most of which was coated in shining, dark green scales. Human ears had been replaced by sharply pointed, leathery wings on either side of her head. Her left eye had no pupil or iris, and was blood red: her right eye, on the other hand, was a human eye of intense blue. The right eye was also surrounded by an irregular shape of human flesh, deeply tanned to a nearly red color. Both eyes were glistening.

The coffee pot started to gurgle. Shocked by the sight of the woman’s face, Ken took a brief moment to register the sound then walked out into the kitchen.

“How do you take your coffee?”

His question surprised the woman. She looked lost for a moment before replying, “Just black, please.”

“My kind of girl.” Two cups in his hand, he walked back into the living room, handing one to his guest. “I’m sorry I said what I did. I have to say, this is a new one on me.”

The woman sighed, taking light sips of the hot beverage. Water still dribbled slightly from the ends of her hair: she picked up the towel and lightly dried her head off.

“I have to tell you I don’t think you’re a monster.”

Now she perked up slightly. “You don’t?” He placed a hand on one of hers, feeling the scales and noticing there were only four fingers. “No. I know monsters, believe me. When I look at you, I see just a woman, one who has probably not had an easy time of it judging by how I found you.”

She closed her eyes and nodded. He came over to sit next to her on the sofa.

“My name is Ken, Ken Sharpe.”

She turned to look at him. He was smiling, the first smile she had seen in a long time. She brought her hand up, offering a handshake.

“Ariel Vibria.”

Ken took her hand gently. “Pleased to meet you, Ariel.”

#advance guard #phantom squadron

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songbirdstyles · 3 years

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i’m on fire

summary: harry can’t keep his hands to himself after getting home from filming.

warnings: breeding kink, spanking, smut, slight fluff, pregnancy mention, slight dom/sub

word count: 2.7k

song inspo.: i’m on fire - bruce springsteen, girls on film - duran duran, tango in the night - fleetwood mac

You’ve hardly glanced in Harry’s eyes as he walks into the foyer of your London apartment before you feel your back slam into the door behind you - your head thumps against the wood and a groan threatens to rip out of your throat but he steals it before you get the chance to make the noise, lips on yours and tongue stuck down your throat.

Your hands have nowhere else to go but to bury themselves in his hair, fingers curling around chocolate brown curls and tugging until you hear the soft hitch in his breath that indicates just how much your grasp affected him. And, God, it did affect him, clearly, as he pushes his hips further against yours until you can feel the thick bulge in his pelvis grinding against the softness of your inner thigh as you hike your leg up to hoist around his waist. He moves one arm from where he had been grasping your throat as if to steady him to the present and his free hand grasps the underside of your thigh, pulling it further up his abdomen until the stretch in your muscle makes you whine.

“Jesus fuck, Har -”

He shuts you up from whatever you were going to mutter as he deepens the kiss, teeth tugging at your bottom lip as his knee grinds into your cunt until you’re crying out, goosebumps overtaking every square inch of your skin even through the thick sweatshirt adorning your upper half. You hadn’t had much of anything valuable to say, anyway, but it’s the principle of his interruption that makes you grasp for his cheeks and pull his face from yours with a heaving gasp.

“What’s gotten into you, hmm?”

You’d almost be concerned about Harry’s state if you couldn’t feel him rutting his cock against your thigh - his face is red and hot, eyes half lidded and breaths panting and desperate with each sharp inhale of oxygen. Christ, he looks a sight in the best way possible, and your instinct is to snap your thighs shut at the feeling that rushes through your body when he leans in, pressing soft lips to the sweaty skin of your throat so it muffles his response. His hands find the hem of your sweatshirt (or his sweatshirt, really) and you have half a mind to raise your arms so he can pull his lips from your neck to tug the cloth off of your torso before he finds a vein in your throat with a newfound vigor, sliding his other hand up to grope at your bare tit like a teenage boy whose only just seen one for the first time.

“Jus’ wanna love on you, hmm - wanna love on m’girl, please -”

“Hmm -”

He grunts, then. Nips at a vein in your neck that pulsates beneath his lapping tongue and you can’t help but giggle, however childlike and naive the noise sounds, but it’s enough for him to drop your thigh from around your waist - grab your cheeks and spin you around, pushing you backwards and backwards until your feet hardly feel like they’re moving, like you’re floating through the entryway of your apartment until you reach the kitchen. Though Harry loves fucking you every which way in your bed, huge and comfortable and soft, there’s something primal about pushing you against the kitchen table and ripping down your flannel sweatpants and burying himself into your heat that you know he secretly prefers over the sacred oasis of your bedroom.

Your lower back hits the edge of the island but it doesn’t stay there long before he turns you around, pushing the front of your body against the island until your body has folded in half to bend over the slab of marble, cold against your bare tits and stomach. Your boyfriend reaches around to the front of your sweatpants, then, arms wrapped around your thighs to shakily untie the knot that you had carefully tied in the strings of your pajama pants - his chest rises and falls against your back, hips still pushing into yours over and over and you jut your ass out to meet the grind of his cock against the clothed globes of your ass.

“Tied this thing fuckin’ tight, didn’t you?”

“Didn’t think you’d try to rip them off like an animal,” you retort, lifting your hips from where they’re firmly pressed to the edge of the island once Harry has successfully untied the knot, tugging your pants down the slope of your ass until they unceremoniously drop to a puddle at your feet, and you impatiently kick them off as Harry snaps the waistband of your panties just to hear you squeal. “Come on, Har - know you’re impatient -”

“Mmm.”

His finger slide beneath your panties, knuckle dragging through your slit that’s positively dripping with your slick, and you hear his low moan at how ready you are for him but the truth is you’ve been fucking dripping since he sent you a selfie of him in his makeup chair on set two days prior, hair messy and eyebrow arched, and it hadn’t even been a serious selfie but it still made your clit throb when you saw it. He’d been gone for nearly two weeks for filming when you’d gone a full year of almost never being apart and, fuck. Seeing him like that did things to you.

Harry’s yours, god fucking dammit. The thought makes you spread your thighs more for him as he dips his finger into your waiting hole, curling them up once just to watch how your back arches, how you moan as though you’d been coded to do so. It’s a game he likes to play, testing you, seeing just how needy you are for him even if all he wants to do is bury himself inside of you and fuck you until tears streak your cheeks and you’re begging him to cum.

No - no, he does want that, you know that. Wants it so bad it makes his knees weak, makes his stomach flip and turn, but he wants to watch you fall apart more than anything. Needs to know you want this just as much as he does, if not more, and if he were truly dedicated tonight he’d finger you until you came at least twice.

Neither of you can wait for that.

“Jesus fuck,” he breathes, voice raspy and full of sex and wanting and you could nearly sob as you feel him finally start to tug them hem of his joggers and boxers over his cock. “Gonna fuckin’ ruin you.”

But - but -

“Wait.”

He pauses. The head of his cock pokes at your ass in a way that would be funny if the revelation you’d just been hit with hadn’t hit you yet but it has, and you turn your head to press your cheek against the marble.

“Wha’?”

“I got my birth control thing out yesterday, the one in my arm. Remember - I told you I have to get it replaced. M’getting it tomorrow.”

There’s a pause in the kitchen, then, that hangs heavy over the both of you as you hear Harry’s shaky breathing behind you. And then -

“Did you just get harder?”

Harry exhales and even without seeing him you can picture the smile on his face as he presses his hips further into yours - “M’sorry - s’hot, babe.”

“Me not being on birth control is hot?”

“Yes,” and as if for extra reassurance of just what he means, Harry pushes his cock between your thighs until it’s slotted in your slit, head nudging your clit and making your legs quiver and shake as the stimulation rolls over you, eyes rolling back and head feeling fuzzy. “Makes me wanna fuck you so bad.”

There’s a quick consideration, you suppose - of the possibility of getting pregnant and the fact that you know there’s probably not even a single condom in your apartment for him to quickly put on, and even if there was the moment would die - and, come on, you’ve been together for almost 4 years and you’ve talked about kids in passing. If it happens it happens - that’s been your philosophy on it with him.

If it happens, it happens.

And it wouldn’t be the worst thing. Harry loves kids and you love kids and more than that, you love each other like the world depends on it - could never picture yourself living life without him at this point, and more than that, there is something hot about imagining him fucking you completely raw.

“Fuck, Har,” you moan, feeling your clit spasm as you grasp the edge of the counter. “I don’t care. Fuck me, pl -”

The final word doesn’t make it out of your mouth before Harry’s slamming himself inside of you and there’s no slow or sweet - it’s raw and unfiltered, giving you half a moment to adjust to his size after two full weeks without his cock, and it’s huge, feels like it’s splitting you open, like you’re back to the first time he’d ever fucked you and you’d had the fleeting question of whether it would even fit. It did fit, though, over and over and over, and yet the first stroke always makes you gasp.

Or scream.

“Oh, shit!” your resounding moan is shrill and punctuated by your legs just about giving up, knees collapsing until the only thing holding you up is Harry’s cock slamming into your cunt over and over, his nails digging into your bare shoulder blade before scratching up to tug at your hair. Forms it into a loose ponytail to tug at your hair like a damn whip, forcing your lazed face off of the marble until you’re staring into the darkened kitchen before you with blurry, watering eyes and a cunt that already feels fucked sore from just a few thrusts.

“Oh - god,” and Harry’s voice shakes and leaks with arousal, breath picking up as he pistons into you, cock stroking spots inside of you that you didn’t even know existed before him, before he had fucked you slow and sweet and made you oh so aware of every sweet spot your cunt was filled with. God, he’s good at it, at a fast unforgiving pace that makes your head spin and your throat go raw with sobs, and you slam your palm against the island with a moan. “So fuckin’ tight f’me - made for me, right?”

You don’t respond, words feeling snatched from your tongue with every stroke of his dick into your pussy, milking every drop of arousal for all that it’s worth.

“This - this fuckin’ pussy - s’mine, isn’t it?” And when his seemingly rhetorical question goes unanswered there’s a sharp slap to the bottom of your ass that makes you shout, throat aching with the noise. “Whose fuckin’ pussy -”

“Yours!” It’s a near shriek that’s fucked out of you, and there’s another slap to your ass as you babble, “yours, Harry, yours - belongs to you -”

“Sure fuckin’ does,” and then he pulls out and you want to shout, to slam your head into the island because surely there’s nothing worse than the emptiness that fills you in the worst way possible, but just as you begin to whimper Harry is gripping your thigh, grasp tight enough that you’ll surely see bruises come morning, and he hikes your leg up over the edge of the island, exposing your near-abused pussy to him fully.

The tip of his cock runs along your slit, spreading your slickness around your folds and before you can plead with him to stop teasing he pushes back in, cock drawing along your velvet walls and eliciting a raspy moan that feels nearly involuntary at this point. His grasp on your hair is released and you nearly drop your head onto the island in surprise but then he’s leaning down, clothed chest pressed to your sweaty back, and his forearms snake beneath your neck until he’s nearly caging your neck in his arms, lips pressed to the back of your neck.

His hips pound against your ass, the sound of skin slapping skin nearly overpowering your choked moans and yet it doesn’t quite manage to - you’re sure your downstairs neighbors must think you’re being murdered with the volume of your sobs, or perhaps they’re used to hearing you get fucked within an inch of your life just about every night. Harry going away for filming surely must have been their own vacation from being awoken every night to yours and his pathetic moans mingled together -

But their vacation is over, goddammit.

“Harry, I’m gonna - I’m gonna cum,” you gasp, voice staccato and quiet, and his lips close around the back of your neck until you can feel him suckling at the skin, desperate to watch your skin erupt in hickeys from his work. “Please don’t - don’t stop -”

“Never gonna stop, baby,” is your boyfriend’s response, nearly cruel with how nonchalant he sounds, and his pace picks up where he’s sliding in and out of you with squelching wet sounds. “Cum for me - cum f’me and m’gonna blow it, baby, blow m’fuckin’ load into your cunt -”

You whimper, making a halfhearted attempt to reach behind you and wind your arm around Harry’s neck but you can’t muster up enough strength, feeling the orgasm building in your abdomen build and build like a rubber band about to snap. It’s a feeling that’s all too familiar when you’re with him, like you’re always one stolen smirk away from straddling him in front of everyone and having your way with him -

“M’gonna cum in you, baby,” Harry whispers, voice low and hot against your ear, words being shot directly into your eardrum and sending a chill up your spine that has nothing to do with the chilled temperature of the kitchen. “Gonna knock you up, right? S’what you want?”

“Yes - yes -”

“Y’want me to fill you with my cum, hmm? Get you fuckin’ pregnant? All round w’my fuckin’ kid, fill you ‘till you’re dripping -”

“Oh, God, Harry!”

“Cum on m’fucking cock. Wanna feel y’cum around me ‘fore I blow it, sweetie -” It’s all the encouragement you need, a moan mixed with a sob tearing out of your throat as you throw your head back, body nearly convulsing as your orgasm racks through you like a tsunami on shore - and it’s everything, like he’s set you aflame and left you to deal with the inferno, and not for the first time you think about how you’re fucking made for him, for this, cumming harder than you’ve ever cum in your life, the rubbr band snapping and sending waves of pleasure through you -

“Fuck!”

Your orgasm hasn’t even come close to ending when Harry’s hips slam firm against yours, pressed taut against your ass and you feel him, feel every curve and vein of his cock against your walls and your mind goes blank as he cums, warm spurts filling you every which way and it only makes it better when he moves one of his arms from beneath your neck, snaking his hand underneath your body so he can shakily rub three fingers against your clit, milking your orgasm for all that it’s worth. You clamp down on him, every sensation too much and yet not enough in the best way possible, and you swear you see nothing but stars.

There’s a beat of silence, filled only with your heaving breaths and his soft gasps for air mixing with each other in the thick, suddenly humid air of the kitchen. Harry’s chest is sweaty against your back even through his shirt, lips still pressing warm, wet kisses to the back of your neck just underneath your hairline.

“Fuck,” you breathe, soreness already settling in your throat as you swallow, somewhat regretting your vehement moans and cries and shouts but somehow not at all - “Should probably go shower.”

“Not yet.” “Not yet -?”

“Stay here for a few minutes,” your boyfriend murmurs against your damp, sweaty skin, tongue poking out to lick a thin stripe from your collarbone up to the side of your throat, lips pressing just underneath your ear. “Gotta make sure it works. Gotta make sure you’re not leaving this fuckin’ kitchen without m’fuckin’ kid inside you, baby.”

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babymilkawa · 3 years

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random boyfriend headcanons no. 2 with:

bakugou katsuki

gn!reader :)

no. 1

Bakugou rubs his head on ur neck because ur warm and he wants you to pet his hair

sometimes if you’re chilling and sitting face to face, he’ll ✨softly✨ slam his forehead with yours and u guys have a glaring contest

u lose obviously

but he’s there for that cute scrunch u do that’s meant to be intimidating

if he wants you to pet his hair he’ll even nudge your shoulder with his head so you can get the frigging hint 😤

at this point I should just do cat!bakugou hcs amiright

and whenever you yawn, he’ll put his finger in between your teeth and maybe get a little excited when you bite them 👀

bakugou loves anything squishy

and if it’s part of you? even better

he’ll just rub his face on them

give them vacuum kisses

by now, he’s used to the fact that your mere presence can have his heart doing jumping jacks

he’s given up on trying to deny it

that doesn’t mean that he won’t do the same to you

man will find ANYTHing to get you flustered or annoyed

not straight up pissed tho, that’s somewhere he doesn’t wanna go

if he does manage to piss you off, unintentionally, his lower lip will droop down to his feet I swear

if you’re passing by each other at the hallway, he’ll just whoop, pick you up by the waist, turn you so that you’re going the same direction as he is and drag you to wherever he’s going

your body is like this straight stick when he does that it’s hilarious

whichever hand you write with, he’ll sit on that side of you and go nudge

your pencil, flying across the page

he gives you forehead flicks period

just a “dumbass” flick

if you do that to him, he’ll scoff like he can’t even feel it but when he thinks you’re not looking, frantically rubs that spot on his forehead LmaO

dammit why do they flick so hard

on lazy Sunday mornings, he’ll cling on to you unless he’s got work to do

if he has to get up before you, he’ll just sit at your desk and watch you

asks you to go the hell back to sleep if you wake up early on a relax day

he’s soft during the night ok

will look at you straight in the face in the dim glow of your lamp and just caress your cheek

he has so much to say but he doesn’t know where to start

he wants to tell you that looking into your eyes makes him fall deeper into his love pit

he wants to tell you that kissing you feels like he’s tasting heaven

that holding and touching you makes him want to put a ring on that finger

he wants to keep you, he wants it all

but he’s bad with words and doesn’t want to mess anything up

instead he speaks with his eyes and his actions

you seem understand exactly what he’s feeling and you feel the same way too

except you tell him exactly that

that you can’t believe he’s yours, that you don’t want to imagine a life without him

the emotion swimming in his eyes don’t change but his thumb stroking your cheek, falters, clearly flustered from your words

presses his forehead to yours and nudges your nose with his

your limbs are tangled together and bakugou’s heart is just at its limit when you plant the softest kiss on his lips

it bursts

you can practically see red hearts bouncing off his body and flying around your room

pulling you back to his lips, he tries to cover the heat in his cheeks but you can feel them against your own

yikes did not mean for this to be a Drabble for how much he loves you

anywaysss, bakugou sneaks money into your wallet huehue

if you’re going out with friends, he’ll put some extra cash in there, or slip in a small plastic water bottle

he also carries your bag for you, no buts

I don’t understand why some men are uncomfortable with this

if you’ve been out for a while and you’re feet are tired, he’ll offer a piggy back ride

but only cos “u won’t stop whining abt ur feet”

will complain about you being heavy, receiving a wack on his head

but he’ll also massage your cute ass feet when you’re home

maybe even kiss your toes a little

when you’re eating together, he’ll fill up your plate first with the food u like

maybe stuff it a little too full to hear you complain and pass it back to him

..only for him to sneak it in there when ur not looking

whenever you start reading/watching sthing he’s already seen/read, he’ll PRETEND to spoil sthing for you

like he’ll say that a specific character died or sthing but they didn’t and u, thinking that he’s telling the truth, start ur stages of grief and he’s like “tch just watch, brat”

so you’re mentally preparing yourself for the death of that character and you’re complaining abt getting attached to them but once you finish it, it never happens

“HAAa??” you look at him instantly and he’s there snickering his ass off

he’ll never really spoil it tho, he just loves to see your reaction

at this point, just don’t tell him you’ve started sthing

even then he’ll find out, I mean he won't purposely snoop around, it’s just cos u suck at hiding things babe

n ur trying to cover his mouth with ur hands before he can utter a single word

he wants you to tuck him to sleep

but it doesn’t happen very often because a. he won’t verbally say he wants it and b. it only happens when you’re not sleeping together bc he’ll just pull you into his arms if u do

but he almost never does it to you unless you need sleep more than he does or you won’t stop your whining

he just looves to have ur face be the last thing he sees and to have ur comforting hands tuck the blanket all snug around him

and oh my god the finishing touch is having you kiss his forehead

man goes over the moooon

will take candid pics of u

like he’ll grumble if you pull him in for a selfie but he’ll be that person who shows the corner of his face and you behind him lolol

you’re not looking at the camera in any of them but he still thinks u look stunning

ur side pROFILE UGH

has that photo widget for iPhones where you can put a picture on ur home screen and it changes every day

yea he does that

with his album for photos of u

yk sometimes bakugou just randomly slumps on you

like you could be standing and on ur phone answering a text rq when he just puts almost all his weight on you, almost

obviously enough to startle you but not enough for the both of you to fall

then ur forced to wrap ur arms around him and he can snuggle in ur neck mmm

a/n: wow I've had this in my drafts for a while and I’ve just been adding on to it lolol

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 324: Is There a Force Field Around Him??

Previously on BnHA: Flashback!Rat Principal was all “please tell Midoriya that I spent a concerningly small amount of money upgrading U.A. into a wacky physics-defying funtime grid so as to make the final battle much more confusing for everyone.” Present Day!Mic (or Present!Mic, if you will) and Jeanist were all “if only somebody could deescalate this dangerously unhinged mob, we’ve tried nothing and we’re all out of ideas.” Ochako was all “LISTEN UP PEOPLE.” The mob was all, “god??” Ochako was all, “NO, IT’S ME, OCHAKO. I’M REALLY HIGH UP ON THIS BUILDING AND THE VISIBILITY IS LOW DUE TO THE RAIN, SO I CAN SEE HOW YOU MIGHT MAKE THAT MISTAKE. ANYWAYS, DEKU WAS OUT THERE RISKING HIS LIFE FOR YOU CLOWNS EVEN THOUGH HE’S JUST A KID, SO I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IF YOU COULD ALL REMEMBER HOW TO BE DECENT HUMAN BEINGS, THANKS.” Let’s see if her Big Scolding Energy has any impact.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “so I have this speech planned out, and it’s really good, but it also only really needs about 6 to 8 pages, but I’m gonna see if I can stretch it out to 17 pages so I can kill time before we get to the next volume cliffhanger two weeks from now.” Anyway but it really is a good speech though. There are feels, and tears, and more talk about how Deku is so in need of a shower that just looking at him requires a tetanus booster, and more feels, and more tears, and bonus ship drama, and an iconic callback to the very first chapter which reframes the entire series in a new context in a totally epic and moving way, and it’s all very good. Except that Horikoshi is determined to never let anyone actually give this kid a hug. Who hurt you, dude.

omg we are opening on a callback to chapter 212, a.k.a. the chapter with by far the cutest flashback that doesn’t involve any baby Todorokis

baby Ochako is lethally cute. she could literally murder someone with her cuteness. I just want to scoop her up and play airplane with her until she accidentally activates her quirk while we’re spinning around and we both helicopter up into the air never to be seen again

“a child’s insistence” huh well that’s all well and good, but I sure hope this doesn’t mean we’re going to drag out the whole “sternly lecture the obnoxious citizens” plot for another whole chapter. no offense but I think we’re good

so page 2 is just continuing the whole happy/worried faces monologue, which of course is very important to Ochako’s character as it provides the context for why “who protects the heroes” ended up becoming her thing. and this is making me think we actually are in for a whole second chapter of this sob. when will my boy finally get to rest

OH MY GOD SUDDENLY THESE PEOPLE HAVE EYES IMAGINE THAT

HORIKOSHI: [reaches for a box of tissues while tearfully penning an homage to his beloved Spider-Man 2, specifically the train scene where the crowd sees Peter without his mask and they suddenly realize just how young he is]

HORIKOSHI’S HOMAGE SCENE: “COME TO THINK OF IT, I GUESS IT WAS KIND OF MEAN FOR US TO PICK ON THIS TEN YEAR OLD KID WHO WEIGHS 75 POUNDS AND LOOKS LIKE HE LOST A FIGHT WITH SATAN’S MOLDY OLD BASEMENT”

lol at this one guy who can feel the mood of the crowd shifting and is all “WAIT, NO, I WANTED TO KEEP BEING AN ASSHOLE DAMMIT”

as many pointed out last week, this man is wearing an All Might shirt. that’s some fantastic irony there

-- SDKFJWIGKS

“LITTLE GIRL, I HOPE YOU’RE NOT SUGGESTING THAT WE SHOULD ALL BE WALKING AROUND DRESSED LIKE A SOVIET-ERA BUS STOP.” heh. last week I said I was ashamed of BnHA being my favorite manga. that was a lie, actually

(ETA: in the original Japanese Ochako’s next two lines are basically “the only ones covered in mud will be us heroes!” followed by “please give us some time to get rid of the mud”, with that second line basically being the single funniest thing I’ve ever read rdslkjl. Ochako thank you so much for supporting my running gags. “YEAH WE KNOW HE’S DIRTY. WE ARE GONNA TRY AND CLEAN HIM UP, BUT IT MAY TAKE A WHILE, I’M JUST SAYING. I MEAN LOOK AT HIM. HE LOOKS LIKE AN ASBESTOS COSPLAY.”)

doesn’t the megaphone kind of look ever so slightly like an axe that she’s wielding maniacally here

easy there Lizzie Borden

also that’s a really bold claim to make there. and not one she necessarily should have to make, either. but as we all know, there’s nothing that shounen manga likes more than having its heroes bravely hoist heavy burdens of responsibility like good self-sacrificing citizens

p.s. lowkey loving how Kacchan is positioned here standing slightly behind Deku. not presuming to stand in front of him all overprotectively (because he would hate if anyone ever did that to him), and kind of being unobtrusive and letting others take center stage -- but still being close enough to Deku that he can catch him if he stumbles or passes out again

(ETA: or maybe not lmao.

DEKU: [falls to his knees]

KACCHAN: [glancing up from his phone a few minutes later] “someone just sent me the stupidest meme about milk crates -- oh. uh. you good...?”

really, son. “the burdens you can’t carry, we’ll carry them for you. ...later, I mean. right now it’s late, and we’re all cold and wet.”)

also lowkey loving this OchaTsu moment here

I was going back and binging Ochako chapters this past week for reasons, and I gotta say it really stuck out to me just how often these two are paired with each other. they do everything together. it’s a really sweet friendship that often goes unappreciated but it’s very cute

meanwhile, not to be outdone by the OchaTsu, Iida is staring at Ochako with open admiration talking about how she’s fighting too. it’s been so long since we’ve had any IidaRaka you guys. I was starving and I didn’t even know it

oh my lord IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING

THE LIGHT IS BACK. he finally looks like him again. what a cathartic fucking moment omg

ffklkdw

“I KNOW YOU ARE ALL SCARED, BUT THE GOOD NEWS IS, WE DEFINITELY CANNOT GUARANTEE YOUR SAFETY AND WE ARE ALL SCARED TOO!” good pep talk there kiddo

BUT, jokes aside, truth be told this is the exact right approach to take imo, and something that’s long overdue. I’ve said this before, but this new generation of heroes is shaping up to be much more transparent than the All Might generation. they’re basically abandoning the almighty, untouchable Superman “heroes as gods” concept in favor of the more nuanced “heroes as people” concept instead. and that’s a good thing. seeing their heroes as humans, with human limitations and weaknesses and flaws, will hopefully not only lead to more scrutiny and accountability, but also more awareness of how hard some of them are working and how much they’re sacrificing. that’s something All Might never quite grasped back at the start of the series -- that the weak, vulnerable, injured him could be just as inspiring as the mighty, invincible him -- perhaps even more so. there’s a power in seeing otherwise ordinary people show extraordinary bravery and compassion. it inspires others to try and do the same

SSDLHK AIZAWA SIGHTING AAHHHHHH

so he was still back at the hospital this whole time?? smdh at this disrespect. that feeling when your sexy self-insert character’s powers of rationality are too strong, and so you have to nerf him so that he doesn’t ruin your Deku Angst arc twice over by (1) immediately talking some sense into Deku and making him come home Right This Instant Young Man, and (2) not allowing him to leave U.A. in the first fucking place. excuse me, you want to do WHAT now, Midoriya?? that’s it, go to your room

also living for Katsuki and Hawks’s soft expressions. Shouto’s too, although his is tinier and harder to see. and Jeanist’s 12-foot-long neck. imagine Jeanist’s head with Mic’s hair. maybe Jeanist had a mohawk back in the day and that’s why U.A.’s doors are so big now

speaking of soft faces, Enji’s is also excellent

what could this random close-up possibly imply?? hell if I know. but Horikoshi truly fears no discourse and that’s what I love about him

OMGGGG

“smh my child is so dumb.” poor Ochadad. your child is cute af count your blessings

SDOFFHSMH

I’m telling you guys. lethally, catastrophically cute

this speech is still ongoing lol. Horikoshi you’re doing so good but I think we get the point now my dude. you gotta learn how to transition out of these things

UNEXPECTED TOGA WHAT

“there we go” Horikoshi says, crossing off the last line on his list of Ochako ships. “that’s all of ‘em”

poor Ochako is just repeating the same “LET HIM REST, PLEASE, WITH EVERYONE’S COOPERATION, IF YOU DON’T MIND, WE APPRECIATE IT” talking points over and over again hoping someone will throw her a bone and acknowledge her already. SOMEONE PLEASE HELP HER

literally they’re all just staring up at her silently omg. work with me people!!

now she’s saying it for the 56th time but more dramatically all of a sudden

they got so dramatic that for a minute I thought she had suddenly leaped off the building or something

look, not to rush you or anything Horikoshi, but I’m starting to get the feeling that this is yet another one of those “the volume is ending soon so I need to either hurry things up or slow things down in order to make sure we end it on my perfect cliffhanger ending” chapters where you go to ridiculous lengths to drag things out much to the exasperation of your week-to-week readers

(ETA: ftr, volume 31 ended on chapter 306, and I’m predicting that vol. 32 will end with chapter 316 (a.k.a. “you’re next!” [explodes]). I’m guessing vol. 33 will follow suit and likely end on chapter 326, so keep your eyes peeled for a big cliffhanger in two weeks’ time. Deku’s dad?? All Might in peril?? U.A. traitor at long fucking last?? we shall see.)

is Deku straight up falling in love with Ochako right on the spot lol what is happening

I know I just said that I enjoy when Horikoshi gives zero fucks about discourse, but shipping discourse is a whole different beast lol. I hope he’s prepared

(ETA: and for the record, I have no interest in shipping discourse either, as always. and I think this scene can be interpreted as platonic, tbh, with the context being that Ochako was literally introduced as someone who was willing to help him so casually without a second thought, and now here she is saving him again.

I don’t think it really fully hit Deku until this moment how much he needed saving. like I said in another meta somewhere, selflessness is basically just selfishness on behalf of others. and Deku is selfless to a fault, but that’s okay, and it doesn’t mean he needs to change -- he just needs friends who are willing to be be selfish on his behalf in turn. and I think the full emotion of what it means to have friends like that just hit him at last. everything his friends have done for him, how much he needed it and didn’t even realize, and how grateful he is. anyways what a terrible day for rain.)

-- son of a --

is he apologizing?? or pleading?? please tell me that’s not the case, because what the actual fuck. Deku you beautiful precious radiant selfless child, this is the exact opposite of how this should be. all these motherfuckers should be on their knees apologizing to you

DEKU WHY

I DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS FREAKING BOMBARDMENT OF EMOTIONS GODDAMIT. OUT HERE ARMED WITH YOUR FREAKING TREBUCHET OF FEELS TO LAUNCH AT ME UNPROVOKED. WHAT’S WITH THAT

FREAKING CHRIST. THIS BOY IS CRYING HIS EYES OUT AND HORIKOSHI IS JUST ZOOMING IN WITH THE CAMERA, LIKE CAN WE JUST CUT HIM A BREAK ALREADY. ENOUGH OF THIS. HE’S SO YOUNG AND HE TRIES SO HARD AND I JUST NEED HIM TO FEEL SAFE, HORIKOSHI PLEASE CAN YOU JUST GIVE ME THAT ALREADY WHAT IS THE FREAKING HOLD UP!!

GIGANTIC FOX LADY!!!

GIGANTIC FOX LADY PLEASE BE MY HUGGER BY PROXY!! SERIOUSLY GIRL IF YOU JUST HOLD YOUR UMBRELLA OVER HIM OR SOMETHING AND DON’T GO THE EXTRA MILE I’M ABOUT TO LODGE AN OFFICIAL COMPLAINT. THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS NOW

!!!!

A KOUTA IS GOOD TOO!!! oh my god if Kouta hugs him I will seriously 100% straight up cry. go on and test me

FOR THE LOVE OF --

is this man expressly forbidden from drawing hugs in his contract or something. DO YOU DO IT JUST TO SPITE ME?? this is tyranny, sir

AND I KNOW, THIS PAGE ACTUALLY CHALLENGED THE VERY PREMISE OF THE SERIES ITSELF, AND HERE I AM COMPLAINING ABOUT HUGS, OR THE LACK THEREOF. “this is the story of how we all became the greatest heroes.” and just like that, he waves a polite middle finger at all of the Strongest Greatest Chosen One shounen protags of old, in favor of something much less conventional, much more interesting, and much more suited to Deku’s character. because if that one sentence doesn’t just sum up Deku to a T. he gladly relinquishes his Greatest Hero status in favor of acknowledging the hero in everyone. what a class act. that’s my protagonist

I love this kid so fucking much I swear. only just PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. GIVE HIM HIS HUG

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