#anyway time to channel all this energy into this monster fic i have going for him and write the other maybe 10k words so i can FINISH and

[ryqoshay]

Putting on Hairs - Post Production: When Yoha Met Maru

Primary Pairing: N/A Starring: Yohane, Hanamaru Also Starring: Mr. and Mrs. Kunikida Rating: G Words: ~1.7k Time Frame: Sometime before the main story AU: Monsters, Angels, and the like Event: Genuary 2023 Event Source: Idol Fanfic Heaven channel on Discord

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Author’s Note: Second entry for the Genuary event. Going with the Sunshine generation of the franchise this time. And changing up the parent fic for an extra challenge; I consider HtHaN, HL and TA as effectively the same fic, now that I’ve started planning a crossover arc.

Summary: A girl falls from the sky and makes a friend

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“Zura?”

Zura? The █████’s…

…?

The █████’s…?

…

…

The… girl’s? …

The girl’s consciousness repeated.

“Are you alright, zura?”

Am I alright? I… don’t know? Nothing hurts… I think? Why do I feel like something should hurt?

The girl opened her eyes. Ughn… too bright… She squinted.

“Mm?” The owner of the voice was not giving up.

The girl turned her gaze to find a pair of amber eyes staring at her.

“You’re awake, zura!” A smile formed on brunette’s face.

Why all the zuras? What is zura anyway?

“Wha’s…” The girl changed her thought track. “Who are you?”

“Maru?” The brunette pointed to herself.

“Maru, alri…”

Maru shook her head. “Hanamaru.”

She refers to herself by a nickname? Huh…

“Right, Hanamaru it is.”

Hanamaru smiled again. “And you are?”

“My name is ██████…” a strange sound came from the girl’s mouth instead of what she thought was her name.

Hanamaru tilted her head to the side with a curious expression. “That’s a funny name, zura. I don’t think I can pronounce it though.”

“No, that’s not…” The girl shook her head. “That’s not what I meant. My name…” She paused. “My name is…”

Wait, what was her name? She thought she had it a moment ago, but it somehow disappeared the moment she tried to say it.

“Your name is…”

“I… don’t know…” The girl admitted.

Hanamaru pursed her lips. “Well maybe my grandparents can help you?” She decided after a moment. “They help Maru remember stuff all the time, zura.” She held out a hand to the girl.

The girl accepted and was helped to her feet.

“You must be super tough to have survived that.” Hanamaru commented as she began leading the way, pulling occasionally on the girl’s hand to ensure she kept pace.

“Survived what?”

“That fall, zura.”

“Fall?”

“Yup. Maru watched you fall from way up high, like you were skydiving and forgot your parachute. But you look too young to be skydiving.”

Young? For some reason that didn’t sound right. The girl pondered to herself. Then again, Hanamaru looked to be a child, and it seemed like the girl wasn’t all that much taller than her. But that still felt… wrong… for some reason.

“Are you maybe a monster that can fly, but is still learning?” Hanamaru continued.

“Monster?”

“Oh, are you a dragon?” Hanamaru seemed to get excited at the idea. “That would be amazing, zura!”

“I… don’t think so?” The girl exhaled. “No fire breath, it seems.”

“Not all dragons breathe fire, you know.” Hanamaru explained. “I’ve read about ones that spray acid, spark bolts of lightning, or shoot shards of ice or tiny needles or even grains of sand.”

“Sand?”

“Zura.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I can’t breathe any of those things.”

“Well maybe you’re a flumph?”

“A wha…?”

“They kinda look like jellyfish with tendrils and such, but also with cool looking eyestalks.” Hanamaru held her index fingers up from her head to add a visual aspect to her description.

“Do I look like a jellyfish?” The girl didn’t mean to come off as sarcastic. She honestly did not know her current appearance and only assumed it was humanoid due her hand being held by Hanamaru.

“No, but most monsters around here can take human form, zura. It helps them blend in with society.” Hanamaru explained. “At least that’s what grandma and grandpa have told me.”

“Ah…”

“Anyway, flumphs float around the Underdark, feeding on thoughts and psionic energy, and…”

“Wait, Underdark?”

“Yes. Or Underworld. Or just underground, if you prefer.”

“But you said I fell from the sky.”

“Oh, right, sorry.” Hanamaru stuck out her tongue and tapped the top of her head. “Maybe you’re a mothgirl? Once we’re inside, we can find a lamp to test your attraction to it, zura.”

“Mm…” The girl shook her head. That didn’t feel right either.

“Maybe you’re the Golem of Prague?”

“I don’t think I’m made of stone…” The girl held out her free hand to inspect.

“You’re thinking of gargoyles, silly.” Hanamaru chuckled. “Golems are often made from mud or clay.”

“Clay and mud can fly?”

“The Golem of Prague could fly. Oh, and turn invisible.”

Invisible… Something resonated in the back of the girl’s mind. Was she a golem? Of… Prague? Whoever that was.

“Although Prague is a lo~ng way from here, zura.”

Oh, it was a place.

“You’d have to have been pretty lost to find yourself here.”

“And where is here?” The girl decided to ask.

“The Kunikida Temple, near Numazu, in the Shizuoka precinct of Japan.”

The girl shook her head again. None of that sounded familiar.

“Oh, and not only can clay and mud fly, but Icarus flew with wings of wax, zura.” Hanamaru went back to their prior topic of trying to guess the girl’s nature. “Did you perhaps fly too close to the sun and melt your wings, and that’s why you fell?”

The girl opened her mouth to respond but paused at the sound of footsteps. She looked up to see an elderly couple approaching.

“Did you make a new friend, Hanamaru?” The woman asked, stooping the girls’ level.

“Zura!” Hanamaru replied with a grin.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you.” The woman nodded toward the girl. “We’re Hanamaru’s grandparents. And you are?”

“I don’t know.” The girl admitted again.

“Oh dear, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“We’re trying to figure out what she is,” Hanamaru offered, “since she could survive falling from the sky.”

“A fall you say?” Mr. Kunikida stooped as well but leaned in closer to the girl. “I see.” He said after a moment. “It seems we’ve been graced with a visit from an angel.”

“Angel, what is that?” The girl asked.

Mr. Kunikida raised an eyebrow and glanced at his wife.

“Oh my dear, you must have fallen harder than usual.” Mrs. Kunikida placed a comforting had atop the girl’s head.

“Or they’ve deliberately blocked her memory.” Mr. Kunikida suggested.

“That is a possibility as well. But for them to do that, she would have had to…” She trailed off.

“I would have had to… what?” The girl asked.

“Never mind, it’s not important right now.” Mrs. Kunikida said, patting the girl’s head again before turning back to her husband. “Do you know if there are any celestial experts in the area?”

“I believe the Tsushimas recently finished working with a charge in Hamamatsu.” Mr. Kunikida replied. “Last I heard they were going to move back to Tokyo. Perhaps if we catch them in time, perhaps they would be willing to stop here instead. I’ll give them a call.” He stood and began to walk away

“Well he’s doing that, why don’t you girls come inside for some lunch.” Mrs. Kunikida stood. “You must be famished after your ordeal.” She offered a sympathetic smile to the girl.

With the mention of a meal, the girl realized she was indeed quite hungry, and thus responded with a nod.

“Right then, come along, you two.” Mrs. Kunikida beckoned the girls to follow.

“Uhm…” The girl spoke up as the three entered the living quarters off to the side of the main temple building. “Who are these celestial expert Tsushima people?”

“They’re a little like us, except they focus on celestial beings who will be staying here on Earth for a while.” The woman explained. “There’s also the Sakurauchis and the Zhongs, the latter of whom I believe are somewhere over on the mainland now, and I don’t know much about the Konoes, to be honest. And there are many more that my husband and I are even less familiar with.”

The gears spun in the girl’s mind. “So, are you a celestial, then?” She asked of Hanamaru as the two took places at a table.

“Nope.” Hanamaru shook her head. “I’m a spirit, made manifest of… by? …” She furrowed her brow.

“The prayers, wishes and thoughts offered here at the temple.” Mrs. Kunikida finished, bringing out two plates filled with food.

“Right, thanks, zura.” Hanamaru smiled before grabbing a triangle of sandwich from her plate and taking a sizable bite.

Seems like I’m not the only one with memory issues… The girl thought to herself before examining the dish before her. She recognized the sandwiches, but not the small, orange, roundish wedges. She picked up one of the wedges and gave it a sniff. Sweet. She took a small bite.

“These are good.” She said aloud, grabbing another wedge. “Really good.”

“You like mikan?” Mrs. Kunikida asked.

“Mmm.” The girl confirmed with a happy hum before eating another.

“That’s wonderful. Hanamaru loves them as well, so we always have plenty on hand.” The woman brought out a plate stacked high with more mikan wedges. “Eat as many as you like.”

“The Tsushima’s will be here tomorrow.” Mr. Kunikida announced, walking into the room. “And they said they know a ritual they can perform to restore your memories, young lady.” He nodded toward the girl.

“That’s wonderful news.” Mrs. Kunikida said, clasping her hands together.

“If you end up living in the area, you should come back and play again.” Hanamaru said, her words slightly muffled by a mouthful of food.

“Alright.” The girl agreed.

“Hee hee, I like making new friends.” Hanamaru took another bite.

Out of the corner of her perception, the girl caught a flash of something on Mrs. Kunikida’s face. For all of half a second, the girl wondered if she was going to admonish Hanamaru for talking while eating, but she realized the expression was more sad… mournful? than angry or upset. And that struck her as strange, though she knew not why.

“For tonight, you are welcome to stay here.” Mrs. Kunikida said, her expression returning to the pleasant one from before.

“Thank you.” The girl replied.

“And for tonight, we should come up with a nickname for you.” Mr. Kunikida added. “Unless you prefer young lady, or hey you.” He added with a chuckle.

“Datenshi-chan!” Hanamaru suggested, probably a little louder than was necessary.

“Well, I suppose it does fit,” Mrs. Kunikida said, “as you are an angel, and you did fall.”

“I like it.” The girl said.

“Very well,” Mrs. Kunikida nodded. “Then, if you two are finished, why don’t you show Datenshi around the grounds, Hanamaru?”

“Alright.” Hanamaru grabbed the girl’s hand. “C’mon, Datenshi-chan, let’s go, zura!”

And with that, the fallen angel’s adventures on Earth began.

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Author’s Note Continued: I originally wrote Mr. Kunikida pulling a cellphone from his pocket, but decided that Yohane may not know what that is, and changed it to a strange device instead. Then I remembered that Maru doesn’t know much about tech due to living at a temple with limited electronics, so I changed it again to just having him walk away, presumably to make the call from a landline somewhere, possibly even off the temple grounds.

Next, yes, I know golems can be made from stone and iron, as well as many other things. But from my whole five minutes of quick research, the material used in the original lore, specifically for the Golem of Prague, was clay. So that’s what I’m going with. And apparently, it stems from old Jewish folklore, and the modern Hebrew word for it means dumb or helpless. Not entirely sure what all I may end up doing with the newly acquired knowledge, but I enjoyed learning it nonetheless.

Also, readers who know about the foods Yohane likes and dislikes may consider some of this scene to be incorrect compared to canon. But I will not blame that on this being an AU. Instead, I will turn to those who know *why* Yohane’s dislikes are what they are, and say that I intend to address that at some point in this AU, because it amuses me.

Finally, this is a scene that has been sitting on the back shelves of my WIP and Notes warehouse gathering digital dust for a while. And this event seemed as good an excuse as any to dig out the whole three bullet points I had for it and turn it into a proper chapter for Yohane’s background in PoH. And writing it has given me more ideas, though mainly for Maru’s background. And Ruby’s, to an extent. So I take out notes for one scene from my warehouse, only to put back in notes for at least two more... Such is the nature of being a fic author sometimes...

#Tsushima Yohane #Kunikida Hanamaru #Putting on Hairs #Genuary 2023 #Love Live Sunshine #fanfic #Tsushima Yoshiko

[fwoosheye]

Title: Holding on to Dreams - Chapter 1: The Ambush

Summary: A Linked Universe fic. The chain is travelling through an unknown forest in the middle of a draught when they're suddenly ambushed. Legend have a tool to help with that, but things don't quite go to plan

Also available on AO3 and on Fanfiction.net

This is half-submission to Whumptober 2022 - I was planning on posting it anyway, though I might've taken the opportunity to lean into the whumping a liiiiittle bit more than I had planned

CW: ambush, serious injury, impaled, blood loss, magical exhaustion, unconsciousness

Chapter 1: The Ambush

It was their second day in an unfamiliar forest, and five days since the chain had appeared in what they suspected was Wars' Hyrule. It was surprisingly hard to tell when there was no civilization near and in the middle of a drought on top of that. 

The chain walked on an unfamiliar path, dry leaves crunching under their feet and the branches above barely giving them shade from the unforgiving sun despite being so densely packed together. It had even gone so far that the various members of the chain had shed their armor and outer layers to avoid getting a heat stroke – well, most of them anyway. Wild had donned his Voe Armor and seemed unbothered by the heat, and Sky was borrowing his Sapphire Circlet, while Legend had donned what he called "the Cheer Outfit". Wars kept making fun of the veteran's get up, but nobody could deny that whatever magic the pink two-piece contained did increase the group's energy. For everyone but the wearer of said magical garment that was.

"Why did we have to end up in a drought", grumbled Legend and wiped the sweat off from his face. "We haven't seen a single monster and it's too goddess damned dry to risk lightening even a small fire and make some cooling elixir."

The captain snorted. "Don't jinx us, cutie ."

Legend's glared at the knight. "Call me ‘cutie' one more time, pretty boy , and you'll have to sleep with an eye open tonight."

"I'm curious though", interrupted Four, and Legend noticed his eyes almost looked violet. "Where did you get that outfit? How does it work?"

The veteran shrugged. "In Hytopia, during my sixth adventure. As for how it works it's a mix of hidden runes, good old fashioned enchantments and some special fabrics. So even if I didn't like the designs of all outfits they all had their uses."

"Even this one? I thought you only traveled by yourself before us, and I know you said this garment only gives the wearer's teammates extra energy."

"Eh, yeah, I wasn't exactly alone there. Hytopia is a very …odd place. Let's just leave it at that."

"Come on!" said Wind and bounced up to him. "Can't you tell us something more? Like, do you have any pirate themed stuff?"

"Yeah actually, I have a coat that le-"

The guttural screeching and snapping branches that interrupted him were their only warning as at least three dozens of bokoblin, lizalfos and moblins from various eras descended upon them. The heroes swore as they drew their blades and went to counter attack.

Perhaps Legend wouldn't be the first to admit it (he had a reputation of snark to uphold after all) but they were all highly competent warriors. Even so, armorless and exhausted from heat against black blooded monsters that outnumbered them more than three to one? And in an environment that was far better suited to the monsters than themselves on top of that? Those were bad odds, and he knew he wasn't the only one who had gotten some nasty cuts.

With a grimace Legend shield bashed the lizalfos in front of him and jumped back, grabbing the unnaturally cool medallion that hung from his neck.

By Nayru he hoped this would work.

Channeling all of his remaining energy into the medallion he raised his sword skyward.

"ETHER!" he roared, channeling his fear, anger and pain as well as his hopes, dreams and determination into the icy spell, urging it to freeze every foe around them.

He almost didn't feel the stabbing pain in his side.

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Warriors was no stranger to battling several strong enemies at once, but he usually had more room to move about on. 

At least I can trust these guys to watch my back just like I watch theirs, unlike some squads back home , he thought grimly as he cut down his third overpowered bokoblin and blocked a swing from a moblin with his shield. But there was no denying they needed something to turn the tide or they would be truly overpowered by the infected beasts. He wanted to use his fire rod, but with how dry their surrounding was it would cause a forest fire which they could not afford – especially without knowing its nearest exit.

The veteran's cry of "ether" startled the captain so bad he almost failed to parry the moblin's overhead strike, but the biting cold that followed caught both of them off guard. As suddenly as it had appeared the chill left, leaving the moblin in front of him frozen solid. A quick look around confirmed all monsters were frozen solid, including the lizalfos in front of the veteran whose spear was-

"LEGEND!" he cried out and dashed to the pink haired boy, catching him under the arms just as the veteran's leg threatened to buckle and cause him to glide off the barbed weapon through his side. He adjusted his grip so he could apply pressure to the wound, eliciting a grunt from Legend. Hyrule looked rather green as he began to examine the damage, the rest of the chain watching in tense anticipation. Eventually Hyrule stepped back and released a shaky breath.

"It somehow managed to miss all the vital organs, but just barely", he said. "But I can't even begin to heal him as long as the spear is still there, and that barbed spearhead might rupture something beyond my abilities if we try to remove it the same way it came."

"But...but there's a frozen monster stuck to the other end of the spear", said Sky. "How will we be able to remove it?"

"The gold… gauntlets…" Legend grit out. "Twilight…"

Time pulled swiftly off the mentioned objects and handed them to the rancher. "What's your plan, Legend?"

The veteran looked up with a hazy gaze. "Giving him… magic strength… he should… be… able to… crush it… with… one hand…"

Twilight looked uncertain as he pulled on his successor's gauntlets. "Are you sure? It would still probably move and that would also cause damage."

Wild pulled out his slate. "What if someone holds the spear both in front of and behind Legend and let me use Stasis on them while you crush it? That should keep it from moving, right?" 

Sky stepped up and firmly grabbed the spear. "I'm ready whenever you guys are."

Warriors nodded and looked down on Legend's hanging head.

"Stay awake, Vet", urged the captain and pressed down harder on the wound, causing Legend to hiss. "Focus on my voice. I need you to tell me what your type is until they're done."

The younger hero grumbled. "Girls with red hair and freckles GAH and a singing voice like a siren."

"I meant your blood type, you dingus!" he snapped, vaguely registering the rest of them getting into position and Sky being in a yellow frozen state.

"What the -OW FUCK- is a… blood type?"

War tried to not feel disturbed at how the pale Legend was in contrast to the blood, both his own and the black of the beasts, that splattered his cheek. He pressed even harder on the wound and winced at the sharp yelp that action elicited. 

"You know, what kind of blood you have in case one of us matches and can donate a little?" The others were counting down now.

"Is there… any other than one? …What do you… want me… to say..? …Blue?"

A sharp crack as the spear was splintered kept him from making a crack about blue blood being for royalties, and the moment Wild released Sky from the stasis Warriors gently lowered Legend to the ground. Hyrule instantly shooed away the others except Wars and Twilight with orders to tend to their own wounds. He held a twisted up rag by the veteran's face.

"Legend", he said carefully. "I'm gonna need you to bite down on this when I remove the spear, can you do that for me?"

His only answer was a grunt and miniscule nod, and the traveler gently placed the rag between his teeth. Then he turned to the captain and the rancher.

"Wars, I want you to hold down his shoulders. Twi, you hold the legs and hips. And whatever you do, do not let him move ."

They got into position while Hyrule knelt behind Legend, placing one hand on his side and the other gripping the spearhead.

"I'm gonna try to pull it out in one go, alright? On three. One. Two. Three!"

The scream that tore out of the veteran's throat when Hyrule removed the spear quickly died out into whimpers and the young hero went completely limp. Warrior looked down on Legend as Hyrule quickly made sure there were no splinters left. Four handed their healer a water canteen and with a quiet thanks Hyrule washed  the gaping wound before he began to heal it. Warriors squeezed the hand of the unconscious veteran with a strained grimace.

"You better not kick the bucket on us, Leg, I know a girl who's just your type. She'd probably be able to soften up your closed off little heart too."

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Wind had been hoping that shattering the frozen enemies into smithereens with his Skull Hammer would ease off some of his tension, but even after the last monster had been turned into pieces he felt no better. Four was monitoring not only Legend but also Hyrule who had passed out after giving his all to heal the veteran. Twilight and Sky was doing a quick patrol of the area, just to make sure there were no monsters left nearby to ambush them again, Warriors were looking over monster spears for some reason and Time were placing more frozen monster parts around the small fire Wild had lit to brew something he called "Hearty Elixirs". By the looks of it, he had just finished a third batch.

Everyone was blatantly ignoring that they all were covered in blood – mostly Legend’s blood – since they didn’t have any extra water to spare to clean it off with.Only wounds and hands had been cleaned.

Wind sighed and wiped off his hammer before heading over to Warriors.

"So what are you up to?" he asked.

The Captain looked up with a hum. "Oh, I'm looking for the two best spears to use for a makeshift stretcher. I have two spare tunics we can pull over the spears but I want to be sure they won't break in our grips."

"Oh… I didn't know one could make stretchers in that way. How did you learn that? And shouldn't we make one for Hyrule too?"

Warriors gave a weak chuckle and ruffled Wind's hair. "General Impa taught it to me. And we've been considering it, since it would probably be for the best for Hyrule, but…"

"But that would also mean we'd be down to three fighters", Time continued, giving Wind's shoulder a squeeze. "The risk of encountering monsters so soon is pretty low, but if it does happen one more blade might make all the difference."

"I… I see", Wind said and glanced over to their downed friends. He had seen Hyrule heal people enough times – though never to the point of him passing out – to know that the healed area had a higher risk of  rupturing again if put under too much stress, so Legend would need that stretcher and it would likely be Time and Warriors who'd carry him. And as scary as it was to see Hyrule having exhausted himself like that, it would be safe for someone – probably Twilight – to just carry him. That would leave him, Four, Sky and Wild as the only ones left for possible defense. And if they lost one more… It would be harder.

"I'm gonna check on them", he declared.

"Please send Four over while you're there", Warriors said. "I think Wild broke his sword again and he's the best to inspect the weapons for a suitable replacement."

Wind nodded and went over to the smithy who barely seemed to notice him.

"You got that look on your face again, Four", Wind said and plopped down beside them. "What are you thinking about?"

"Just thinking about when Dot drained herself of magic", Four answered and brushed away a sweaty lock of hair from Legend's face. "She was bedridden with a fever for a day and once she got out of bed she was still complaining about how everything felt distant and unreal. Took a couple of days before she felt like she was truly back in her body again. Figured both Legend and Hyrule are gonna go through that."

Wind hummed. "That makes sense. Pity none of us knows how to make magic replenishing potions. Anyway, Wars was wondering if you could go through the loot and check if any of the weapons might suit Wild. He thought Wild's sword broke and it's not like we have access to a forge right now, so…"

"Sure. Could you keep an eye on Legend and Hyrule for me? Just to make sure they stay stable?"

"Aye aye!"

Four moved away and Wind scooted over so he could sit closer to both the veteran and the traveler. Carefully he checked their pulses. Hyrule's was kinda weak, but steady, and he had a slight fever too. Legend's pulse meanwhile wasn't just weak, it was fluttering and his skin felt almost cold. Considering that Four had mentioned magical exhaustion causing fevers he had expected Legend to have a fever too but… was that because of the blood loss? 

Wind didn't really dare to remove his eyes from them, heck, he barely dared to remove his fingers from Legend's artery in case it stopped beating, and it felt like he sat there for hours but it was probably closer to mere minutes as the sun was still high. He let out a sigh.

"How are they doing?" asked Sky as he and Twilight came back to the camp from behind Wind. The sailor gave a helpless shrug.

"About the same as before. I wish they could wake up soon, I have no idea what I'm doing."

"Yeah… that's what I feel everytime too but you guys still trust me to heal you", Hyrule weakly mumbled beside him. Wind shot to his feet like a canon.

"Hyrule! You're awake!"

"Am I?" asked the traveler and didn't seem to be aware of the others coming over. "It doesn't feel like anything's real."

"That's because you're suffering from magical exhaustion", Four told him. Hyrule furrowed his brows.

"Magical exhaustion? What did I- oh. Oh. Is Legend okay?"

Time patted his shoulder. "He is alive, thanks to you. He is not out of the woods yet, but now he's got a fighting chance at least."

Hyrule looked around with a confused frown. "We're all still in the woods though?"

The group's chuckles were somewhat strained, Time gently ruffled Hyrule's locks.

"So we are. Hm?"

A dark swirling portal appeared at the edge of the camp. 

"Well, not for long it seems", Warriors added. "I'll go fetch that stretcher."

Time nodded. "Good. Four, Sailor, and Sky, I want you three to load any gear you three and Wild can't carry on Epona. Wild, make sure your fire is put out properly and buried under frozen monster parts, we don't want to risk a forest fire to blaze up when we leave. Twilight, I want your help to keep Legend steady when we transfer him to the stretcher, then I need you to carry Hyrule. Any questions?"

The heroes all shook their heads and set out to do their tasks. As nobody had really packed up anything, it was all really done in a jiffy – though Wind and Four ended up having to wait for Legend and Hyrule to be moved from their bedrolls before they were completely done. Eventually they all stood before the portal, Time and Warriors holding the stretcher, Twilight giving Hyrule a piggyback ride, and Wild holding some monster sword in one hand and Epona's reigns in the other. Sky, Wind and Four also had their swords drawn.

Wind took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. 

"Well, no time like the present, I suppose", he said and walked up to the portal, feeling Sky falling into step beside him. He looked up at the older hero. "You ready?"

Sky nodded and gave him a smile. "I'm ready."

Together they stepped through the portal.

#whumptober2022 #no.3 #no.5 #no.27 #impaled #blood loss #magical exhaustion #ambush #altprompt no.5 #linked universe #fic #tw: #serious injuries #technically no.4 (waking up disoriented) no.14 (desperate measures) and no.24 (blood covered hands) appear but they're only borderline imo #loz lu fanfic #holding on to dreams (lu fic) #this is why bikini armours are a bad idea #lu legend

[ahloveisboo]

i'm so disgustingly in love with w*nwoo i don't want to talk about it

#d i s g u s t i n g #anyway time to channel all this energy into this monster fic i have going for him and write the other maybe 10k words so i can FINISH and #POST it and HAVE IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM

[soft-boi-eli]

Hello Hello!

I just wanted to say I love your fics!

ALSO!

Could I request a CC!SBI X Gn! Insomniac Reader! Where the reader is an insomniac (Obviously-) but is somehow a pro at MC!

Like they are basically god at the game! They also REALLY enjoy horror games! They don’t get scared easily and LOVE horror movies! They basically love anything horror/creepy-

ANYWAYS!!

The reader lives off of ramen and Monster energy drinks (For fun-)! They have a Twitch (Which has about 18 mil followers and 14 mil subs!) and a YouTube channel (Which has 20 mil followers!)

They mainly play horror games (Obviously-) and MC!

You can do headcanons or scenarios/images with the SBI! Maybe like playing a horror game together or MC? OR! Maybe some things they do together? Or when they meet up? Or-to many ideas Nightmare-

ANYWAYS!

I don’t really care! And don’t worry about taking too long on it!

ALSO!

Maybe we could be friends? Only if you want too!

Remember to eat, drink, and get enough sleep!

<3

Yes. I lovesthese ideas and I'm gonna choose headcannons due to they are a bit easierfor me to write.

And yes I'm perfectly fine with being your friend! I'm actually happy to make friends on this app so yeah!

Pronouns:nonbinary

Tw: cussing. Insomia, mentions of horror movies. Mention of horror games. Fluff.

SBI with a horror streamer friend head cannons.

*Ahem* tommy wanted to paly a game with you so you choose a game that didn't look like horror until the middle. He screamed at the jump scare and it made both of your chats so happy.

When phil decides to play with you there is literally a silence after a jump scare. Everyone thought he had a heart attack and honestly so did you until he spoke up about accidently hitting his mute button when he jumped.

Wilbur. He's a bit better then tommy but more scared then phil would be. Any little noise won't get him but when it starts to get noticeable the noiseless to him. The jump scare, he'd fall out of his seat and stay on the ground for a bit. You ask if he's good and he literally doesn't answer. He's dead. You killed him. Congrats.

Techno. He'd handle them a bit better then everyone else. Not as good as you but heisnt very paranoid. He literally runs at the noises trying to get jumpscared. While you run after him telling him to stop because if he doesn't then you'd lose and die. And technoblade never dies.

If you all play together both tommy and wilbur pussy out. Techno last the longest and phil the second longest. While you remain the ruler of horror games.

Now how you all met was dream invited you to the dream smp to add to the chaos. Needless to say it got extremely chaotic due to you being on almost 24 hours. You first ran into techno. He seemed confused and skeptical.

You both found eachothers love for potatoes. You set up camp quote close to techno but not too close.

Phil popped in when he needed something for a build and noticed a new name. Talked to you in chat and asked to join your VC. You both found each other talking for a bit.

Wilbur was next. Wilbur got curious over the new person and just hoppedinto the same VC as you techno and phil. He was quick to realize that you were a famous youtuber. Mainly for your horror videos and your extreme Parkcore skills.

In minecraft that is.

Tommy noticing that all of you were in the same VC joined in with shouting. He was low key jealous that everyone was obsessed with you. Then he saw why.

You literally cracked jokes at his shouting.

"Is that an angry pomeranian? Nah nah. It's an angry child. Even better an angry blonde!" - you.

He was shocked and immediately started joking and laughing with you. He wasn't fully angry for long.

Now about your diet. When they heard that you had only eaten ramen and drank angry drinks they were concerned. You lived quite close to techno so when you guys met up he was shocked that you looked as healthy as you did.

He hated the fact that you literally didn't eat anything else.

You told him occasionally you have something other then ramen but you were just too lazy to really cook anything and that you didn't feel like burning the house down.

One month phil, tommy, wilbur, and techno decided to organize a month long sleep over so that they could celebrate your birthday. Phil being quote the father figure cooked different, but easy dinners every night just so you didn't eat only ramen that day.

When they actually arrived though you got a text from Phil asking about your address in your dms. Not think much of it you just sent him your location.

You were going to take a small nap. Just to bost your energy before you went and streamed later that night.

As you were sleeping there was a car heading to your house.

Phil, wilbur, tommy, and techno were all just existing in the car. And when they arrived to your house they didn't expect to actually see a clean house.

You woke to a loud knock.

When you opened the door in your half dazed state you expected a package. But to see four people standing on your porch.

You nearly jumped out of your skin.

You were stuck there blinking at them.

Finally snapping out of it you let them in. Confused on why in the ever loving fuck they were here.

Phil explained they were here to celebrate your 21st birthday and they were here for a month.

You stared at them for a while. Confused on what to do since you haven't had people over in almost 2 years.

But you got use to it.

So when you got done streaming and smelled something other then ramen you were thrown off guard. Like what was that. I haven't smelled that in years.

But after the second day you got use to it too.

For your birthday phil literally made a feast.

Like he found your favorite food other then ramen and cooked it. With that he prepared everything you could dream of.

Your sleeping habits. Let's dig into those.

I'm in no place to talk as right now it's 3:05 in the morning. And here I am.

But when they are over they don't let you stay up till no 3-4 in the morning. They all know the importance of sleep.

But there are those nights where no once can sleep and it results in a late night stream. And streaming for hours none the less.

The amount of accidental all nighters everyone has pulled was immense. But that's what happens with jet lag, adhd, and insomnia.

Literally you get tired randomly. Sleep for only 3 hours. Wake up. Drink coffee, energy drinks, highly caffeinated tea. And don't sleep till late at night.

Pillow forts.

It's a must and it happens. Horror movies, pillow forts, and snacks. Like you all are in this massive fort, watching horror movies, one by one you all are falling asleep. You and techno were the last up due to technos active mind and your body not letting you sleep.

You two literally just vide there, changing the movies from horror to some silly animated movies, like how to train your dragon, frozen, Luca, and many others.

You two pull an all nighter and it's actually a bet to see how long anyone else takes to notice.

You bet an hour. Techno says all day.

You won. Philza notices the worse eye bags under both you and technos eyes and immediately starts scolding.

He is papa bird and he won't let anyone of his children neglect their needs.

"Did you even drink water at all? You guys should of been sleeping not binge watching horror movies all night!" -philza

You could only offer a smirk, along with a laugh.

"I think we did I just can't fully remember. Also we were watching animated films. Not horror. Surprised you didn't wake up to let it go." - you.

You turn to techno.

"You owe me 15 bucks pig boy!"-you again.

Handing you the money he rolls his eyes. "Yeha yeah. Rub it in." -techno.

Ah yeah they found a horror game that you were scared of surprisingly. It was actually surprisingly you hadn't played it yet.

Outlast.

You had been holding off that game until you finished your other one but here you were. Bored out of your mind.

So you decided fuck it.

That game teriffed the shit out of you. It was so good though.

When you screamed they all came rushing up due to the fact that you never scream.

They say you out of your chair, on the floor, blinking. They thought you were hurt.

But you sat up and looked at your computer.

"Damn. That was actually really good." When you looked behind you and found the boys all staring you smiled and waved.

"You need something?"-you

"You screamed. We heard a thud. We thought you fuckin died!" -tommy.

"No I'm alive. My soul almost divorced my body but it's still quite here."-you

That day made highlights.

The popular y/n actually got jump scared. The one person who never screamed at horror games screamed.

When they left you were sad yes but they were still your best friends. Ready to talk when ever you want.

Sometimes I think that you guys talk all through out the night. Them forgetting that you were actually in a different time zone.

Sometimes they pop into your streams, be it MC, horror, you just talking to your fans, or even the once in the blue moon, cheerful games.

They just pop in and start talking to you. And you talk back like they were there since the beginning.

Phil is now one of your moderators too. Along with tommy, wilbur, and techno. When they pop in they make sure no one picks on you.

And since you are now close to the SBI. You are now part of it.

You didn't choose the fans did. But they are your new family. No matter what.

Even if they disagree with your eating habit.

Or energy drink addiction.

Or insomnia.

Or you mainly playing horror games.

Or you basically living in your streaming room.

Or even the nearly 24 hour streams.

I could go on but I'm not gonna.

I'm tired. But I can sleep. 2 days and I get to have a tour of my new school.

And it took so long to finally get into it.

We have been going through a huge hassle even before school started to get me enrolled.

And then we had to get me into this program.

But now on Monday I get to go in. Get a tour. Then start either Tuesday or Wednesday.

Anyway hope you liked. It's now 3:50 and it's no proof read I'm sorry

#mcyt fluff #techno x reader #mcyt #techno mcyt #mcyt x reader #technoblade x reader #technoblade #dream smp techno #technoblade mcyt #mcyt philza #dsmp philza #philza x reader #philza #philza x you #sbi #sbi x you #sbi x reader #sbi x y/n #tommyinit mcyt #dsmp tommy #tommyinit x reader #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit #tommyinit dsmp #wilbur x reader #wilbur x y/n #wilbur x you #wilbur soot x reader

[our-wargame]

when you say nothing at all

Summary: Dazai isn't called a genius for nothing. No one can self-sabotage better than he can.

Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Oda Sakunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Oda Sakunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Minor Characters, Sakaguchi Ango (Bungou Stray Dogs) Rating: M (to be safe. In reality it’s T except for the swearing and references to sexual stuff but there’s no actual sexual content) Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: Dazai Osamu is a Mess (Bungou Stray Dogs), Developing Relationship, Trust Issues, Slice of Life, Friends With Benefits, Light Angst, Self-Worth Issues, References of Sexual Content, As in 0 sex happening, although not for lack of trying on Dazai's part, That's Also His Biggest Mistake, I HATE THAT TAG BUT THAT IS THE FIC, Dazai's pretty trash but his greatest accomplishment, was getting Odasaku to love him Word Count: 2500 Notes:

co-written with SwordintheThrone (they have some ridiculously good shit, check em out.).

can be read on ao3

reblogs are appreciated ty

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It's a shame that he has commitment issues, Dazai muses to himself. Because Odasaku isn't just the best fuck of his life, Odasaku is good to him.

Too good to him.

That's most of the problem. Odasaku will look at him, expression so gentle, so brilliantly sweet and patient and trusting, as if he doesn't think Dazai will rip him apart at the first sign he sees that as necessary. (Still, sometimes Dazai can stand it. Sometimes he even gives into it and the peace that comes with it hurts like a hell he could learn to adore.)

Is this self-sabotage? He doesn't know. And he's still fucking trash for pushing the issue away and ignoring it as he sends Odasaku a text to ask him if he's still not busy tonight.

Odasaku replies within the hour. I'm not, he confirms. Can I come over?

Dazai tries not to laugh, self-deprecatingly amused rather than annoyed at Odasaku's attempt to save him face. He's not that proud, he really isn't. 

He imagines if Odasaku were here, he'd tell Dazai that it has nothing to do with that. That Odasaku really does just want to spend time with him, and that's why during their last encounter, Odasaku casually, lightly mentioned the fact that he was free for the next week. Should they want to do anything. 

It is self-sabotage, Dazai comes to decide. Because no matter what Odasaku's intents were, Odasaku is going to end up in Dazai's bed, because Dazai desires it. And then Dazai won't be able to fool himself into either deciding the reason for this outcome is because Odasaku thinks Dazai knows himself well enough to make the right decision, or that Odasaku wants to give Dazai the choice to make bad ones.

Both options are better than thinking Odasaku just wants to fuck him. If he minded, which he doesn't, it'd be his own fault too. Everyone knows that you start texts with can we talk and not are you busy unless you want to bang.

Dazai closes his eyes, already tired of himself, even without having to pretend around Odasaku. He thinks about calling it off but that's rude and it'd make him look weak and it's all a lot more troublesome than going through with what he has so far. It's freezing but somehow, the heater is the one thing he doesn't have the energy to bother with as heg gets off his ass to fix up the apartment. He turns the TV on, keeps the volume nice and low on that channel that only replays old movies. Neither of them are wine people but that's what you're supposed to have for these kinds of occasions, aren't you? So he leaves a half empty bottle of sake on the coffee table. Lounges on the couch as he sips from his glass.

How classy is he.

A knock at the door. Odasaku knows it's already open and only does it to alert Dazai. But he still waits outside until Dazai calls, "Come in." It's so unnecessarily considerate of him, Dazai shivers. And hates Odasaku a little bit, even as he thinks about pushing Odasaku against the door and kissing the gentleman right out of him.

"Hey," Odasaku says as he closes the door behind him gently. He smells like takeout. Looks as rugged and handsome as ever. Dazai wants him so badly.

He moves his eyes to the TV as he puts down his glass so he can refill it. His hands are shaking, fuck. "Day go okay?"

"Yeah." Dazai listens for the sound of fabric shifting, Odasaku hanging his coat up on the hat rack. Soft steps signal Odasaku having taken off his shoes and switched them for slippers, walking light out of habit so they don't clack against the tiled floor. "And yours?" 

Dazai's half-distracted with trying to remember the last time they had sex for fun instead of thinking he needed Oda's body to make his own shut up. "It went okay," he replies to Odasaku, and it's a miracle he doesn't add, 'it's about to get better, I think.'

That would just be tacky.

He shifts on the couch, still a little chilly, but trying to signal Odasaku should come closer. 

"I brought you curry. And soup in case it's too spicy. Can I put it in the microwave?" 

Dazai blinks. His mouth starts curving up. "Odasaku, has anyone told you you're too polite."

"You probably haven't eaten." Odasaku easily ignores his teasing jab, placing the takeout on the kitchen counter but not quite walking behind it. "It's crab soup."

He hasn't eaten and yeah, he's a little hungry, and of course Odasaku knows all of this and brought him his favorite. But he doesn't like to eat before sex. It just makes him feel bloated and a little repulsed by himself.

Crab doesn't go with sake, he could try, only it does. He could try 'not in the mood for curry or crab', only Odasaku will probably ask him if it's okay to take a look at his fridge and make him something.

"I'm not hungry." He sips at his glass again. Isn't alcohol supposed to make you feel warmer? "Can I have a kiss?" He wants Oda's tongue burning up his mouth, wants Oda pinning him down and chasing the darkness out of him. It's a stupid thought. He humors it and waits for a reaction from underneath his lashes.

Odasaku's surprise is practically audible in the silence. Dazai starts to move over so the length of his gangly body stretches across the couch, then puts his elbows on the armrest and props his head up to watch Odasaku. Please?

Odasaku closes in slowly, but Dazai finds himself holding his breath, nervous anyways. He can feel his heart in his throat, feels it pulse when Odasaku bends down, warm hand sliding up Dazai's face, cupping his chin. Dazai tilts it up as his eyes fall closed.

And then his breath catches, when Odasaku kisses his forehead instead.

He blinks and Odasaku's already straightening. Retreating to give Dazai space.

"Odasaku...." That's not what he wanted, but-

Odasaku prods his elbow and Dazai takes the cue, pulling his limbs back and sitting up straight. Odasaku takes a seat besides him, their shoulders a couple of inches from touching. Looks at the TV as he says, "Can I hold you for a bit?"

He has to think about this one. Says, "okay," even as he thinks about how he doesn't really want to be touched, at least not if it isn't Odasaku pushing Dazai onto his back.

Odasaku shifts his weight forwards so he's sitting on the edge of the couch and able to comfortably reach for the coffee table. He pushes Dazai's  glass inwards- farther from Dazai- and then picks up the remote. When he readjusts his sitting position again, he's still sitting a few meaningful inches away from Dazai. And now he's left his arm stretching over the top of the couch.

It's such a date move, except it's them. Odasaku is doing this for Dazai.

He hates Odasaku a little more in the moment. He hates feeling inconvenient, because it's a reminder he cares about what Odasaku thinks. The desperation of his attachment- he's so fucking weak, it's pathetic. God, he disgusts himself. 

"Are you getting enough sleep?" Odasaku asks. Dazai is still leaning away from his arm, but he's not breathing as hard and so he supposes, this is good.

"No." He hasn't. Before they started their arrangement, Dazai would have answered that with a smirk, an 'is Odasaku coming on to me or am I still daydreaming?' 

The stunt actors throwing themselves across the TV screen are alright. If this were also back then, Dazai would poke Odasaku, tease and bet that he could do it better. Oda would consider it in his seriousness and Ango would scold them both into the next year. Everything's different now and he's not sure if he likes it or loathes it, even though having to ask himself which one it is, is pretty determining. 

Five minutes is how long it takes for him to finally calm down, enough to shift and holds himself against Odasaku's side. Odasaku radiates warmth. The rise and fall of his chest is steady. Dazai tries to ignore it. His neck prickles.

Some more minutes trickle by before Odasaku murmurs, "Can I take you to bed?"

"No," Dazai blurts out immediately, because he understands what Oda is saying, but the answer is no because it'd stress him out, be even worse than the little fiasco going on right now. He'd have to try and force himself to sleep around someone who should be a source of comfort and failing that would just be gloriously useless of him-

"Okay." Odasaku says, gentle. "No worries." A pause. "Would it help to invite Ango over?"

Dazai breathes. It would. He can put on a front if it's for people, if it's for friends. It's harder to put on a show if it's for individual people; he has to make sure their gears mesh together but they're so damn complicated. Odasaku more so, than most. 

"We should drag him out of the house a little more."

Dazai opens his mouth. It's not you, he wants to say, urgent, needy for someone else to know what he does. Odasaku, you're not the one making me uncomfortable, it's me.

"Maybe you can teach us how to make hot pot?" 

Dazai wants to yell. Fall apart out loud for a change. They're monsters, not shadow puppets on the wall, and they don't go away when the sun comes up or what their parents say it's bedtime, for real this time. Oda's trying too hard, and it aggravates him. 

Odasaku can't wrap his arms around him and make him okay. That's never going to be him. He's afraid that Odasaku still doesn't know that, and he doesn't know what Odasaku will do when he really, really understands this. Even if Odasaku doesn't leave, Dazai can't stand the thought of Odasaku suddenly thinking less of him. It'll be just like losing him.

"Dazai?"

He shakes himself out of it. "Yeah. Call him." He pauses. "Can I have the crab soup after all?" He's still not completely ready to hug it out with the idea of eating, but it'll give him something to do.

Oda rises. Dazai stares at the grace, the strength in the lovely curve of his back. He feels cold all over again.

Oda glances over and holds his hand out. Dazai stares at it for a second before he lets Oda lead them away, carrying the two empty glasses with him in his free hand. Dazai pulls away to work on transferring the takeout into bowls to send them off to the microwave while Oda runs the glasses under tap water, swishing the residue round and round before drinking it down and then washing them clean.

The smell of reheated curry overpowers the room. Oda watches Dazai drop into a chair and then watches Dazai plop spoonfuls of curry rice into his soup, stirring this way and that.

"Did you know," Odasaku says, and Dazai looks up at him. "You have happy-cat face."

Dazai sputters. "I'm sorry, I have what?"

"Happy-cat face."

"Odasaku," He purses his lips, but he can't stop his shoulders from shaking. "Odasaku, that's not a thing."

Odasaku keeps his gaze, the slightest rise of his eyebrow explaining yes it is because you have it.

"You're so silly. Did you know that?"

Odasaku hums. When he dials Ango, he places his phone on the dinner table. Dazai's eyes gleam as he shouts like he's from the next city over.

"Oh my god," Ango's voice is very grumbly. "Odasaku-san, please remove me, I think he broke my ear."

Oda turns off loudspeaker and brings the phone against his ear. "So when are you coming over?"

"Ugh, give a man twenty-minutes. I still have work to do."

Dazai throws himself into Oda's side, squashing his face against Oda's other cheek as he chirps, "Tell him all work and no play makes Ango grouchy. And that he has old-man energy."

"Tell Dazai-kun, I think his Brat Card should have an expiration date."

"Tell Ango, there isn't an expiration date on fun~"

"Tell Dazai-kun-"

Oda disentangles himself from his executive, passing him the phone and letting them go at it. Dazai sits back down, adjusting himself so he can bring his knees up to his chest and leave his feet on the chair seat. Even as he chatters away, he keeps his eyes on Oda, who moves to wash out the takeout containers. He reuses everything because he's an environmental dork. Dazai would be more of one if he wasn't interested in dying before the planet. Still, watching Oda so patient, quietly determined to withstand the overpowering...it makes Dazai soften.

"Hey, is Odasaku-san still there?"

"Nope." Dazai says, popping the p. "Odasaku is busy. Being perfect."

"Yeah, yeah. Why don't you two just get married already? Make it official and everything."

He doesn't recover as quickly as he'd have liked. "Ango, weddings are not good places to pick-up women. They're all crazy. And non-sober. And crazy. We'll find you your little lady elsewhere, don't you worry." He watches Odasaku shake off the excess water into the sink, wiping the counter dry and putting the containers to the side. Then he dries his hands, he drifts over to the living room and picks up the remote.

"Ha. Not that I wouldn't reject your delightful request to be your best-man, but are two groomsmen allowed to be each other's best man? I think so." 

"Has anyone ever tell you not to drink on the job, Ango?"

"Speaking of which, you'll have alcohol waiting for me, right? I had to train a new accountant today. If it was there, you would have fainted from the painfulness."

"Delightful. So. How much longer?" He'd really like for there to be someone other than Odasaku around him.

"That depends. I don't want to walk in on you two fucking."

Dazai sighs into the receiver. "It's not my fault. Odasaku has a really nice dick."

He can practically hear Ango roll his eyes. "Don't expect me anytime soon then."

"So. Fifteen minutes?"

"Yeah, alright. See you dumbasses then."

There's no immediate beep! Ango is waiting, letting him end the call. Dazai shakes his head. His friends are really something.

Odasaku keeps flicking through the TV channels, only looking up when Dazai leans over the couch from behind, gently resting his chin on the top of Odasaku's head.

"Hi."

"Odasaku's hair is really soft."

"Thank you."

"Odasaku smells very nice. Like mango-watermelon. And curry."

"Thank you." Oda sits very still so he can hand Dazai the remote without jolting him. "What do you want to watch?" 

Dazai breathes. In, out. "Anything is fine."

#odazai #my writing

[nostalgiaruinedme]

The Goddess

Prompt: Nightmares TMNT verse: 2012 Characters: April, Za-Naron, Donatello (memory), Casey, Leo, Raph, and Mikey (all mentioned/memory) Relationships: Ambiguous Apriltello, can be taken romantically or platonically  AO3 Link: Here

Summary:  April finds herself trapped in a web of memories and regret, held hostage by the voice in her head that she hoped she'd never have to hear from again. It wants her back. Other Notes:  Thank you to my good friend @renawaywithme​ for beta reading this! Go check out her fics btw they're amazing!

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"You miss me, don't you?"

The Voice drifted through April's head as gentle as the wind. Cool to the touch and pleasantly inviting, She smiled, letting it wash over her as she stared out into the night sky. The city was calm this time of night. Quiet compared to its usual state, yet alive in all the ways that mattered. 

And April was safe. Safe, here on this rooftop alone with her thoughts and the Voice. Only she could hear it and she quite liked it that way—but it had asked her a question. As much as she would love to simply stand there and listen to it forever, she needed to answer.

"Do you miss me?" It asked again.

April frowned ever so slightly. That was a difficult question now, wasn't it? Did she miss it? She wasn't really sure who the Voice was anyway, so how was she to know if she missed it? Its tone was as familiar as the back of her hand, yet also as foreign as could be... but April knew she knew who the voice was—somewhere, somehow, she had met them. The memories of trust and courage were too strong for her not to have. 

The memories of sheer power were too strong.

"Of course you miss me," said the Voice, reading her thoughts (or maybe the Voice and her thoughts were one and the same). "I wouldn't be here if you didn't. One can only be in your mind if you invite them in, after all."

"I do miss you," April said quietly, staring out into the distance, wondering if that was a lie. She missed the feeling of power and strength associated with the voice; at least she knew that much.

"You miss what we did together," The Voice continued, a fierce grin weaving itself through its words. April looked down, feeling the tingle of power sparking through her fingertips, growing stronger with each word the Voice said. "You miss what could have been. Me and you, we're powerful together, April. Why would you ever try to stop it? We could have changed the world for the better if you only let it happen."

April wondered the same thing. Why would her past self, however long ago that was, ever try to stop her bond with the Voice? Her mind was too hazy to remember her reasons, but she doubted they made sense—who would give this wonderful, beautiful, powerful feeling up for anything? Shooting up her spine and consuming her entire being, the hum of energy grew stronger and stronger with each passing second. There was nothing that April O'Neil couldn't do without the Voice at her side. She blinked once, smiling to herself as she relished in the beauty of being alive, of being strong.

Her feet left the ground below as she steadily began to rise into the air.

"That's it," The Voice chuckled, "You know you miss how powerful we were together. With my knowledge and your abilities, we could have ruled this entire, wretched world and cleansed it of all its pain. Just us two, together. With my help, you could have saved this world, April. You could have been a savior."

She was far above the rooftops now, looking down with a frown upon her face. Cleanse the world? That sounded familiar and sent another pulse of power through her, but it also set off a few alarm bells. Even so, they couldn't overpower the joyous pride that crept onto her lips as she began to smile, staring at the stars surrounding her. 

This was where she belonged, among the stars.

The thought wasn't hers, but the Voice hadn't said it either. Perhaps it was a memory, one that the Voice had told her long ago. But that just deepened April's confusion...

Why couldn't she remember who the Voice was?

A scream sounded in the distance. April snapped her gaze to the right, staring out across the horizon, over to where the Channel 6 building was. Tall and brightly lit, it was a beacon in the darkness of the night, a symbol of knowledge and a home of so many memories—so many battles had taken place there. But even though it was the tower that caught her attention, it wasn't what held it. 

No. What kept her attention was the distant, glowing blue silhouette of herself, floating high in the air above it. The brilliant, fiery haze of her hair blew up and around in the wind, a stark contrast from her glowing white eyes and power pulsing from her like ripples in a pond. She was a terrifying god in a sea of sin, ready to wreak vengeance on any and all who dare oppose her.

Starting with the turtle she was lifting into the air, begging her to break free.

April froze.

"April? Focus," the Voice ordered, trying to tear her away from the vision. But the memory was strong and kept April watching, the past finally coming back to her in waves.

The aeons.

The crystal.

Splinter. Donnie.

The Voice.

"No!" April tore her gaze away and gasped, finally realizing who the Voice was. She pushed past Donnie’s cries and pleas from her mind, blocking them out to try to focus on the present. "I killed you! You're dead, why are you still here?"

Za-Naron laughed. "Did you really think you could get rid of me that easily, O'Neil? I was inside your head for months, I embedded myself into your mind. I'm a part of you now, April, you can't rid yourself of me."

"No, that can't be." April shook her head, feeling the panic begin to take over. She beat her months ago—she used her tanto and struck the aeon, killing her and finally defeating her, so how was she back?

A dream. This had to be a dream. 

"Of course it's a dream," Za-Naron said, reading her mind. "But that doesn't make it any less real. I'm still here, waking or asleep, and still have the same amount of control over your conscious. It's just a little clearer here."

A dream? More like a nightmare.

"This isn't you!"

A distance plea sent a shiver down her spine, and April's eyes widened when she saw it. Donnie, hand outstretched towards her past self, fear and terror and courage in his eyes. And so much trust in her, even as she threatened his life. He trusted in her strength.

"You can do it, I know you can!"

And April watched her past self struggle, eyes showing every moment of change, fighting back against the crystal... only for her to whisper her broken apology.

 She surrendered the fight.

"April! Please!" In the present, April squeezed her eyes shut, unable to watch as her past self let Za-Naron win, let her turn her into a monster, into a murderer. She couldn't watch.

Somewhere, Za-Naron grinned. 

"I killed you once," April whispered once more, fists clenched and closed eyes brimming with tears. "And I- I can do it again. Show yourself!"

"Didn't you hear me, girl?" Za-Naron demanded, "You may have killed my physical form and conscious self, but there will always be a part of me still inside you, inside your head. Our souls are intertwined too tightly to ever unravel... You and I, April O'Neil, are one and the same."

"I am not you!" April cried out as the brothers screamed in the distance, watching as past April destroyed one of their own. She turned her back on the memory, floating over to a nearby rooftop to plant her feet on solid ground. "I was never you, and I never wanted to do what you did. You forced me!"

April pulled out her tessen, holding it up defensively and turning around, searching for where Za-Naron had to be hiding. She prayed there was still a physical form she could fight.

"Forced you? I hardly think that. You chose to keep the crystal, even when your so-called 'family' warned you otherwise. You chose to take it back when the turtle and rat stole it away from you, and you chose to listen to me."

"I chose nothing," April hissed, "I didn't know. I never wanted any of this!"

Casey screamed out her name as her past self ran away, flying past her and landing on a rooftop several blocks away. There, the memory collapsed and sobbed, staring at her own broken reflection in a muddy puddle.

"You never wanted any of this?" With only her voice, Za-Naron grinned, poisonous humor lacing itself through every word. April froze when she felt a hand, light as snow yet as heavy as the entire ocean, gently gripped her shoulder. She couldn't move, even when the being leaned forward to whisper into her ear.

"Then why did you admit you missed me?"

April screamed, jumping back and slicing her tessen through the air behind her, only just missing Za-Naron when she moved out of the way. The aeon laughed, cruel and relentless. April clenched her jaw tightly.

"I didn't know it was you!" She screamed. Za-Naron hummed in thought.

"But you didn't really need to know who I was, did you? You admitted you missed the power my crystal gave you—the power I gave to you. You could have been a goddess, April. You and I would punish the evildoers of this world and we could have made it better. You would have been perfect, but look at you now. You're a mess."

Blinking through tears with her teeth barred, April shook her head.

"I wasn't a goddess. I was a murderer."

"A murderer?"

"I killed my best friend!" Now past-Raphael's scream was ringing throughout the city, as her past self tried to do to him what she had done to Donnie. April shook her head. "I killed him and I tried to kill his family—my family! You call that perfect? I killed Donnie!"

"The mutant?" Za-Naron scoffed. "He was interrupting our plans. He was nothing but a hindrance, and he had to go or else we would not have succeeded. you did the right thing there, April. Your only flaw was ever undoing it."

A flash of lightning snapped across the sky as the alternate future ran through her mind. What if she hadn't been able to save Donnie? What if was lost forever, and she had to live with the regret all her life? What if it was impossible to resurrect the dead?

Or worse... what if she had simply chosen not to?

"I did the right thing?" She asked softly, clutching her tessen tighter, feeling the sparks erupt from her fingertips send a shiver down her spine. She closed her eyes.

"Of course you did the right thing," Za-Naron replied, taking a step forward. "Difficult decisions have to be made for the good in the long run, April. I may not be here in the same way I once was, and you may not have the crystal anymore, but you're still powerful. It's not too late."

April took a deep breath in.

Across the city, her past self clutched her head, fingers digging into her scalp as the memories threatened to overwhelm her. Memories of Donnie, both good and bad, flooded her mind. They started on that fateful night, when Donnie and his brothers stepped in to save her, a stranger, out of the goodness of their hearts. They'd only grown closer since that day, stumbling over rocky roads and troubling betrayals... yet they always ended up closer than they had started. There was no one on Earth that April O'Neil trusted more than Donatello.

April remembered his smile, his awkward invitations, his bravery, his mistakes... 

And his death by her hand.

Across the city, her team surrounded her past self, and that April fell to her knees, screaming in agony. She ripped the crystal from her neck.

And in the present, when April finally opened her eyes to Za-Naron's gaze, they were purely white. She dropped her tessen to the ground and raised her hand.

"You're right. I am still powerful," She whispered, eyes glowing," And that's why you can never control me again."

Both April's screamed out a war cry. In the present, April ran and lunged at the aeon with all she had. A burst of electricity and power enveloped her body and then blasted towards Za-Naron, who held up her hands in defense and desperately tried to create and hold her glowing shield of energy.

But the shield she made shattered the same moment the crystal in the memory did.

"No!"

April glowed brighter and flew into the sky, looking downwards on the screaming aeon. April relished in the pain of the memories, her regret and shame no longer weighing down; they only empowered her. She channeled the guilt into the need for justice and vengeance, as her power grew brighter and brighter. The stars in the sky were nothing to her.

The aeon gasped and slumped to the ground.

April slowly lowered her hand, but stayed where she was, floating in the sky. She looked down upon the battered and bruised being, eyes narrowed with judgment, still glowing with power, looking every bit of the goddess she was told she could be.

"It's evil like you that needs to be punished," April hissed out, "You're nothing but pain and suffering. If I have to kill you a hundred times over every single night for the rest of my life to keep you from escaping and infecting this world, then I'll do it. I swear I'll do it."

Za-Naron opened her eyes slowly, staring up at April with an awestruck look, and April shook her head. 

"That's how I can save this world." 

She turned, ready to fly off into the night and finally wake up from this nightmare. But just as she started to leave, a quiet chuckle stopped her. She froze.

"You'll cleanse the world of pain by killing those who stand in your way?" Za-Naron asked, a weak grin plastered onto her face. "Then it seems that you may have learned something from me after all."

April stared straight ahead, feet never touching the ground.

"Yeah," She muttered, "I guess I have."

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt april #april o'neil #tmnt 2012 april #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt za-naron #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #tmnt fanfic

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bout to make a Monster of a fic rec post here we go

heyo @jinx108! We’ll start with the complete ones because sometimes you’re just not in the mood to wait for the last chapter, you know? I don't remember details of all of these so i’m just going to copy the author’s summary rather than write my own. I am literally just going through my bookmarks, I got 400 of these to sort through. if ive talked to or am familiar with the author im gonna mention them, but if I mention you and you don't want me to have Please tell me and i’ll remove it.

If you’re not into spoilers Please Tread Carefully, I don't watch out for that stuff so I wont know to label it

1>Crushing Truth by Bunzuku: Tododeku. “Romance is hard enough for a teenager to understand when they have a good relationship role model. For Shoto, it takes two excited meddlers for him to even realize what his feelings really are.“

2>Disowned by b00mgh: tododeku + others. Unrated, some traumatic elements. “Shouto freaks out under a bridge and I use the word "grass" a lot more than I really should. Izuku does his stupid martyr thing and everyone makes continuous references to his propensity to break his bones. Aizawa goes "oh FUCK my kids are dying again" and his students use him as emotional (and physical) support. A friend requests angst, I say what kind, she say idk make someone get disowned and i say oh this I can absolutely provide my good buddy.”

3>cotton candy hands by @chonideno: Kiribaku. I will take Any excuse to rec this fic, its the most fluffy pile of feels Good Lord. also the first fic I ever bound into a physical book. “Studying to become a hero requires knowing how to take care of yourself. Sometimes you might need help on the way so if your crush offers to do your hair for you or to give you a well-deserved back rub, it'd be stupid to say no. A series of soft vignettes in which a love-struck Kirishima and a touch-starved Bakugou care for each other and it's definitely not making their hearts jump through hoops, they’re never this close to kissing, no, they're totally best friends bro“

4>Catching Sight of the Storm by neo7v: Kiribaku, tododeku. A considerable amount of Whump and related angst, and kinda sad tbh. “Blind. Quirkless. Useless.The first two things were stated clearly by the doctor that sat about five feet in front of Izuku. The third was a word that Kacchan called him everytime he failed to make the jump on whatever forest excursion they were on or when he ran into a tree because he hadn’t seen it. “I’m so, so sorry, Izuku.” Was his mom giving up on him already? But he could still be a hero if he tried hard enough, right? Quirkless or not. Blind or not. Just because Izuku was useless now didn’t mean he would stay that way forever, right? *** A Blind!Izuku AU”

5>Yell Heah by fakecharliebrown: Chatfic. M a n y pairings. technically complete, but part of an ongoing series. “Iida creates a group-chat for Class 1-A. It doesn't go as planned.“

6>Sunshine by Rosey_Note: BIG SAD. tw- failed suicide attempt. KiriKamiBaku. “They didn't deserve to put up with his crappy mood. Because Denki Kaminari did not feel like Sunshine right now. And they deserved sunshine. In fact, Denki didn't feel much of anything right now.“

7>Electric Connection by  Onlymostydead: ShinKami. “Kaminari's quirk has always had... Weird side affects. Like his ADHD. And his constant energy. And his insomnia, which wouldn't leave him be right now, when he really needed to just get some sleep. But, thankfully, he has good friends.“

8>The Best (The Worst) by Onlymostydead: no romantic pairing. tw- rampant transphobia, both outside and internalized. “Bakugou Katsuki has known who he was since he was four years old. He was a boy, it was as simple as that. Around his friends, at school... But things couldn't just be that simple, could they?“

9>Lichtenberg Figures by Q_loves_you: no definite romantic pairing. “Kaminari Denki has a very powerful force of nature running through his body. Kaminari Denki doesn't want to hurt anybody. He doesn't always get what he wants, and "anybody" does generally include himself.“

10>Eventuality by KikaTouka: ill be honest I don't remember this one at all, I maaaay not have read it yet :/. anyway. ShinKami. “Shinsou learns more than just hero lessons after being transferred to 1-A.“

11>Pickup Lines for the Soul by MustardSoup: ShinKami. “Denki is twelve when he is flicking through the TV channels and lands on an old RomCom movie about soulmate marks – specifically the same type that he has. “I can’t believe I’ve had to walk around with a cheap pickup line written on my ankle my entire life because of you!” The leading lady yells at the leading man as he stares at her in awe. Denki laughs. “Oh no.” His mother says, watching him. “Oh no, indeed.” His sister repeats quietly.“

12>caught in my own web by @anxioussailorsoldier: ShinKami. “Shinsou needs some help after getting caught up in his capture weapon. Kaminari enters from stage left.“

13>not so summer love by nataliya: ShinKami. “Class 2-B’s common room, although typically quiet, was currently filled with five students—three slowly giving up on homework, one bitching about noise and another that rushes through the front door. “We’ve been waiting for you—” Mina starts, but Kaminari’s vaulting over the back of the couch, eyes wide as he practically buzzes out of his skin, emitting light like crazy as currents dazzle across strands of hair. “I have a big ugly crush,” He steps off the couch and onto the coffee table, much to Bakugou’s chagrin, “On big ugly Shinsou.””

14>Blamed by coldandhotsoba: ShinKami. Tw- they fuckin kill a guy and its a lil nasty. “This was not how the day was supposed to end. They were supposed to end the day like they do most nights.  Kaminari clutching onto him like a koala as he slept, wrapped in the millions of tacky blankets Kaminari had bought. Warm and safe in their bed. It was not supposed to end with both of them tied up in some cold metal room.“

15>Lightning Scars by Present-Mics-Scream (write_your_way_out): Shinkami. “It's hard to be confident in your abilities when you're surrounded by people with incredible quirks. Shinsou Hitoshi would know better than anyone. Sure, he was admitted to the hero course in his second year, but being admitted to the hero course, and keeping up with the rest of the class are two different things. Lucky for him, Kaminari is there to prove that the flashiest quirks come with the largest drawbacks.“

16>See No Evil, Hear No Evil by randomfan188: no romantic pairing. “Kaminari Denki is legally blind. When he forgets to wear his contacts and breaks down during math class, comfort appears in the strangest of ways.“

17>how not to enjoy the weather, an article by kaminari denki by dreamtowns: no defined romantic pairing. “If there was one thing Kaminari hated the most in a world wth villains, it would have to be thunderstorms.“

18>”Studying” by emmyrox22: ShinKami, EraserMic. “Shinsou and Kaminari have been “studying” together for a while (but not for school). Shinsou gets stopped by his dads on the way to another “study” session and mistakes are made“

19>Weaknesses by sunflowerstorm: ShinKami. “Kaminari's quirk and storms compliment each other in the worst way, but he's convinced he can deal with it on his own... until he really can't any longer. When Shinsou accidentally overhears Aizawa confronting Kaminari about recent changes in behaviour and hears about the hell his quirks been putting him through, he can't just pretend he never heard. He wants to help.“

20>it’s hurt denki hours by memeingfultrash: ShinKami + others. ““Certain members of our class are...under the impression that...you’re the traitor.” Denki’s body went cold and felt like he was going to short circuit. ~some of class 1a believes that denki is the traitor and avoid him”

21>Petition to replace Mineta with Shinsou- (signed by Kaminari Denki) by CharaTheQuartz: ShinKami + others. This is one of my favorites, I go back to reread it from time to time. It SAYS 41/42, but that's just a glitch cus chapter 36 doesn't exist for some reason, I talked to the author about it and its fine. “Mineta brings shame to the color purple. You know who does not bring shame to the rich color, but pride and sexual tension to one infatuated Kaminari Denki instead? Shinsou Hitoshi, aka sexy zombie man, aka the most perfect hunk of a man to walk planet earth, aka future husband. Shinsou has finally gotten his chance to prove himself to the hero course, and he did more than prove himself. The only question left unanswered is whether he will start in A or B, and how Kaminari can manipulate the end result.“

22>How to Get a Boyfriend (in Four Easy Steps!) by e1ana: ShinKami, EraserMic, + others. “Step 1: Get kicked out of the house by your homophobic parents. Step 2: Run headfirst into your brooding, mysterious crush. Step 3: Sleep in his dad’s (see: your homeroom teacher) house Step 4: Watch everything you thought you knew go to shit. This isn’t exactly the sweet, romantic plan that Kaminari Denki longed for. Will everything be ok, or will step 5 be to crash and burn?“

23>Bakugou and Todoroki’s Foolproof 5-Step Plan to Fuck with Mineta Minoru by Anubis_2701: Kiribaku, TodoDeku, + others. This is another one of my favorites, and the one I am currently folding and sewing into a physical book. you learn how to do funny things when bored and quarantined ig. “It was a simple enough idea; screw around with the resident bastard of Class 1-A to let him know that his medieval ways and perverted behaviour weren't going to be tolerated by even the most career-focused of UA's students. To say that things had snowballed was an understatement. Todoroki had no idea how he had ended up sitting on Bakugou's floor at 1 am, holding a dossier of incriminating material that would make the FBI slobber, but he wasn't sure he wanted to know. The long and short of it was, fuck Mineta.”

24>Colour Theory by chancellorxofxtrash: TodoBakuDeku. this one’s a series. “Midoriya/Bakugo/Todoroki slow burn soulmate AU. All three of them are nerds with their own emotional issues, trying to navigate their way through becoming heroes, and their own relationship with each other.“

25>Summer Sunshine by Mara97: TodoDeku. Ever want a Barbie in a mermaid tale/Bnha crossover? No? well here you go anyway! “Instead of worrying about college, Izuku spends his summer vacation finding out his father is, supposedly, a dead merman king and going on a quest to dethrone the current king, Endeavor. Along the way, Izuku becomes close to the three journeying with him, makes friends with strangers, starts crushing on an unattainable prince, and, in the end, learns to love himself. Oh, and he saves a kingdom, too.“

26>The snowflakes on our skin and the flames in our soul are one (and the same), my love by missunderstuffyou: TodoDeku, Kiribaku. this is one of the ones I keep a running reread comment going on. its at,,, 6, atm.  “Before your quirk begins to present itself, the soulmate link comes through, and suddenly whatever you write upon your own skin appears on the body of your soulmate. As your soulmate writes to you, the emotions they feel follow through the ink.Izuku Midoriya is four years and a few months old when he first feels the slight ebbing in his arms. It doesn’t hurt… he can just feel something, and it’s enough to make him sprint into his mother’s arms screaming that his quirk is coming. She had been washing in the kitchen, and the sudden screech as her son rockets into her side is enough to make her jump with panic, immediately grabbing at him and looking for cuts and bumps before she understands his words and the stupidly bright, alight smile on his face with large, watery, hopeful eyes. Shoto Todoroki doesn’t feel his soulmate connection open up. It is drowned in the aches of a small body worked far too hard.“

27>It was dark inside the closet by Chad_Champion69420: Pre-ShinDeku? maybe? its tagged shindeku but like. it’ll make sense if you read it. “Midoriya is invited to a party. He and Shinsou decide to play a little trick on the rest of the party during Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

28>how to woo your local trash gremlin: a comprehensive guide by Todoroki shouto by wonhaebunny: TodoBaku. this is the fic that dragged me into todobaku, fun fact. “five times shouto tries to confess to bakugou, and one time he doesn't bother tryingaka: wikihow is a scam and bakugou is a terrible, terrible boy“

29>top ten photos taken right before disaster by Shookspeare: ShinDeku. “Izuku participates in a harmless prank, only to end up ruining it and running for dear life.“

30>Secrets to Share by pechebaie: no definite romantic pairing. “Kirishima comes out first, and nothing changes. Kirishima and Kaminari still hang out to complain about class and talk about boys - and sometimes girls, too, in Kaminari’s case; he still plans stupid pranks with Sero that get them sent to the principal’s or nurse’s office every time; Ashido still kicks his ass at Mario Kart without hesitation; and Bakugou doesn’t get angry at him any more than he usually does.“

31>What One Hides by Pinalinet: TodoDeku. “All Might gives class 1-A an unusual assignment that results in Midoriya Izuku and Todoroki Shouto attending a weekly acting class. But with a mysterious villain targeting individuals without Quirks, and a developing issue of Todoroki's own, an after-school assignment is the least of their worries.“

32>whether or not we’re fated, we’re meant to be by juurensha: KINDA SPOILERY. TodoDeku + others. “Todoroki didn’t have a soulmark for most of his life.His siblings all did, but up until the day of the U.A. entrance exam, he had shoved the idea aside. It’s not like they could help him anyway. And then a 9 appears on his chest, and a green-haired boy barrels into his life with a fire and ice soulmark on his arms, and suddenly Todoroki cares very much about all this could mean.”

33>The Midnight Shift by meiishu @meiishu @totallytodoroki (idk which you’d rather I attach so I went with both): ShinKami. ““Hey Toshi,” Denki says, and he laughs, clearly embarrassed. He’s got on a jean jacket that did him absolutely no help and a white tee shirt that is currently stuck to his torso. It’s got a pikachu design in the center. “By any chance, do you sell umbrellas?” “You really went out in this weather.” Hitoshi deadpans, instead of dignifying that with an answer. or hitoshi works the midnight shift at the gas station, which also doubles as a pokestop for pokemon go. of course, denki is a regular.”

34>Rock the House by AkabaneKayo: ShinKami. “It wasn’t just his bed. It was his entire fucking room shaking. Only one thought crossed his mind at that moment: “Holy shit. My room is haunted.”“

35>Technically, they’re morning kisses by CharaTheQuartz: ShinKami. “Most nights, Shinsou cannot fall sleep. Neither can Kaminari. It seems counterproductive to have a sleepover then, but they try to make it work. And they fail, but that is okay.“

36>someone to call mine by nearly_theyre: ShinKami, EraserMic “From: Me wish you were here, denks From: kitten 💛💘💛 what if i was tho? OR Four times Denki snuck into Hitoshi's room and one time he walked through the front door.“

37>Pretty by Onlymostydead (noticing some repeat authors? me too): no definite romantic pairing. “(Or, Kaminari still can't figure out bra clasps.) Kaminari has never really felt good about himself. Herself? Whichever way, not knowing doesn't make anything easier. Especially when he (she?) and Mina have their bodies swapped during training, and everything seems too right.“

38>If I offer you my hand, will you take it? by bleukitsune: Kiribaku. SPOILERY. ““Why?” Kirishima leaned back on his hands, trying to create some space between them. Too close. The ash-blond looked really nervous, his usually arrogant and cunning demeanor gone. “What do you see when you look at me? Kirishima is worried. Bakugou is hurting. After his confrontation with Midoriya, he finally reaches out to him. “

Theres way more but I haven't tagged them properly yet so that m a y come later if I can ever finish going through and adding my sorting tags.

and then a last few that Are Not Complete but im really very fond of them. not as many as id like to add, but my hands are getting tired tbh.

39>State of Mind by GuardianOfTheLoaf: no relationship YET but its looking like it’ll be either tododeku or shindeku, probably the former. EraserMic. tw- childhood neglect and severe depression. Izuku’s not a happy kid. “Izuku was a late bloomer, his quirk lying dormant until his tenth birthday when in a fit of emotion he grabs his mother and she disappears. With All Might slowly restoring his confidence Izuku begins the difficult journey into becoming a hero.“ 18/? chapters.

40>Izuku Eats His Problems by CosmicAce: ShinDeku. Izuku’s a flerkin, what more could you want? “His whole life, Izuku Midoriya was taught to keep his powers, his Quirk, hidden from the world. His kind were feared, hunted to near extinction because of it. He just wants to show people he’s different. That he can be a HERO. And nothing is going to stop him. Even if his Quirk IS like an eldritch abomination.“ 43/? chapters

and then probably my current favorite bnha fic- although it fights with Apertum Mortem for that spot but that ones d a r k and not here-

41>family of the year by periiwren: EraserMic. “Hitoshi is done. Done with moving around every few months to a couple that will scrutinize him and eventually dump him right back where he started. Good thing he’s well past his strike limit now- at least he can stay in one place, be content to age out of the system and finish out his training with Aizawa. Maybe transfer into the hero course, maybe be a hero- but none of that was guaranteed. The only thing for sure was that he was going to stay in that center for the rest of his childhood. Or so he thought- because Aizawa Shouta and Yamada Hizashi have other plans.“ 24/? chapters. we’ve been informed that this one’s gonne be l o n g and im Very Grateful.

42>Here There Be Dragons by here_and_there: pre-ShinDeku. “Izuku looked at the small circle Aizawa had motioned to in front of them. "I won't fit," he whispered, thinking. He raised his hand, tentatively. Sighing, Aizawa grumbled, "What?" "I-I have a question. Actually, two." His teacher just stared at him, unimpressed. Izuku continued. "Can we activate our quirks before we step into the ring?" Aizawa looked up into the sky, muttering something Izuku didn't hear. "If you must." "O-Okay. Uh, second question. You said we have to stay inside the circle, right?" "Yes." The man looked disappointed, not only in Izuku but in himself for letting the kid speak. "Great. Uh... does that include tails?"“ 6/? chapters.

43>Another Option by sandersonsister: TodoBakuDeku, Touya/Hawks, Dabi/Hawks. Potentially Spoilery, depends on whether horikoshi has the guts to confirm Touya. this one is waiting around the corner with a baseball bat, its really cute, and then r e a l l y painful. it might be getting better though. maybe. it might be getting worse. “When Touya stops his mother from hurting Shouto, he decides enough is enough. He needs to get out of this house and he's taking his baby brother with him.“ 33/? chapters.

That's it i’m done for now, oof. maybe ill edit more onto this post later, maybe i’ll just make another one. hope some of these work!

#fic rec #bnha #mha #tododeku #todobakudeku #kiribaku #shinkami #shindeku #erasermic #To Be Continued

[songfell-ut]

Chapter 1, I suppose

...Hello! It looks like this thing is on. So. Hi.

I am posting this because I saw an Undertale comic by @lostmypotatoes on one of those dub channels, and it was such a neat and unfinished concept that I started writing an original story based on it. Then I contacted her and she was super sweet about my thievery and I was like ha ha too bad I didn’t make this a UT fic and now I wrote this too.

I don’t know any of the usual formatting or etiquette for posting fic on here because I’m old and don’t do stuff. Sorry! (I signed up here for this very purpose.) It’s...good gravy, almost 7,000 words. Anyway! Here you go, let me know if I should look into Witchfell I don’t know I just did him Underfell but there’s witches

*takes Valium*

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"Make way! The High Priestess approaches!"

The monster sat up in his prison cell, focusing on a slim figure coming down the stairs. In the room's single witchlight, he could make out a few details: a black gown with a narrow skirt that flared over the stone floor, a spiked headdress, and a long, dark veil over her features. The orange pinpricks of his eyes narrowed.

The guards stood at attention as the priestess approached the cell, her head high and her hands demurely folded. "Make haste, men!" barked the captain. "Secure the creature! Tighten those bonds!"

She stopped just short of the bars as the guards made a show of pulling levers on either side of the cell, stretching the chains tighter on the monster's limbs. "How long has he been here?" she asked.

"Three days, my lady," the captain said, "but he has refused all of his meals."

The priestess looked steadily at the captive monster. "Does he have a name?"

"He calls himself 'Sans,' my lady," the captain replied.

The High Priestess' headdress tilted to one side. "You know, Captain, wood and iron bars cannot hold a boss monster," she said quietly.

The men jumped as the monster snorted—as much as a skeleton could do so. "Funny, I told 'em the same t'ing," he said, his voice rough and painfully loud in the tiny space.

The captain gripped his sword hilt with one hand. "Silence, monster!" he snapped.

"No, let him speak," said the priestess.

Sans grinned wider, baring huge, jagged teeth. Though he remained sitting, he towered over the humans on the other side of the bars, especially the young woman. "How generous of you, witch," he said mockingly. "Tell me, how may I repay your kindness? Let you take my SOUL? Harvest my magic? Or add me to yer evil little collection?"

The guards muttered to each other in dismay. "How dare you speak to her with such disrespect?" demanded their captain. "She is the High Priestess of this realm, and you will address her as such!"

"Wow, what a loyal dog. You heard 'er, I get to talk," retorted the skeleton. He glared down at the priestess, ignoring the captain's sputtering. "Now, witch. Tell me. What are ya gonna do t'me? I ain't very fond of surprises. My heart can't take it." He placed his bony palm on his chest. "Grant me this one kindness, ya magic thief."

The High Priestess did not move. "Captain. Free him."

Sans lifted the equivalent of an eyebrow as the men gasped. "High Priestess," protested the captain.

"Release the bonds," she said.

The captain swallowed. "Is this a wise—"

"Free him, now." The woman's hands dropped to her sides as the guards reluctantly pushed the levers back up. "Sans, I'd like to make you my apprentice," she told the bemused skeleton. "In return, I will give you your freedom."

Stunned silence hung in the air. "You want me to be your apprentice?" the monster repeated. He looked at her, and he threw his head back and roared with laughter.

The captain bristled, moving in front of the woman with his sword drawn, then stepping back at her murmured command. The other men winced as the monster's laughter echoed off the walls. "Stars! That is rich!" Sans slapped his thighbone. "Ya know," he said, more conversationally, "I'd be less offended if ya dragged me out an' forced me to be yer slave."

Suddenly, his grin had no humor in it. The priestess tensed as the monster reached up to grasp his collar. "Do ya think I'm stupid? Me as your apprentice, witch? Please, don't fool yerself with your own lies!" The collar shattered, crumbling to dust. He gave another laugh, eyes glowing a hellish orange. "But I guess I should thank you for the opportunity," he said savagely. "'Cause now I'm going to—"

The air around him exploded in white-hot flame as the monster's voice rose to a bellow of "KILL YOU ALL!"

~

Power raced through the skeleton in scintillating waves, lighting the cell as bright as a hot day. Now Sans could do what he'd dreamed of since that first human sorcerer had caught him unawares: murder everyone in his path. There were so many possibilities! Fire was fun, but usually worked too fast. He could always tear them limb from limb, but that was messy and labor-intensive. Then there was blue magic, which turned them into stupid, flailing rag dolls, easy to pick up and impossible to put d—

A twinge of suspicion interrupted his musings. Where was the screaming, or the sound of fleeing footsteps? Sans lowered his aura until he could see the room clearly, and what he saw chilled him to his very SOUL.

His attack hadn't killed anyone. It hadn't even singed them. The cell's bars had disintegrated, but now a translucent golden haze stretched from floor to ceiling, and his magic was splashing off it like raindrops off an umbrella. The guardsmen were bravely huddled by the stairs, slack-jawed but unharmed, while the High Priestess stood right where she'd been, hand raised and lips moving.

Sans was not quite so confident now. In fact, his first impulse was to run away screaming. This was the stuff a monster's nightmares were made of: he was trapped by a barrier.

Once upon a time, he'd tormented his brother with stories about a bad little skeleton who went out alone after dark, or talked to strangers, or didn't do his big brother's chores for him, and it always ended with the bad skeleton getting caught by a human. All monsters heard those bedtime stories and learned that there was no escape from barriers; not even the King was strong enough to break one, and just touching them would kill you. If you were lucky, the human would drag you off to be their slave, never to be seen again. If you weren't, they'd squeeze the magic from your body or snap your ribs open to dig your SOUL out, then leave you to die and let your dust blow away.

Panic closed over him like a shroud. He gathered all of his magic and threw himself into a shortcut out of the castle, only to strike an invisible wall and bounce right back into the cell. Shaking his head to clear it, Sans looked around and realized that the barrier had him boxed in on all sides.

Anger saved him, as it always had. In another moment, he wasn't afraid anymore; he was furious at his captors and their whole cheating, thieving, murdering, thoroughly worthless race.

And it was the worst possible moment for the priestess to open a small hole in the barrier and say, "Sans, please calm yourself. I don't want to hurt you."

She snapped the barrier shut half a second before a wickedly pointed bone thudded into it, the tip nearly touching her nose. "So be it," the young woman said tightly, and the bone evaporated as the barrier glowed brighter.

Sans knew better than to waste his energy in an all-out assault. Instead, the boss monster contemplated the force it'd take to punch through one small area around her neck or her heart. He might still be afraid, but every fiber of his being wanted that woman dead on the floor. So...

With a flick of his wrist, he summoned an array of massive, razor-sharp bones, almost too many for the cell to hold, and began firing them at blinding speed, one right after another. The priestess didn't react, but as he struck the same few inches of barrier over and over again, he saw bits of gold flake away, revealing a tiny crack.

He smirked, focusing his magic to hit harder and faster. So much for scary stories. Her people might have been glorifying her as some kind of mighty sorceress, but she was just another stupid human, witch or not. She'd raised her other hand to reinforce the spell, but more and more cracks were forming. You're boned, he thought, chuckling to himself.

Still, as he watched and waited for the golden light to shatter, he had to feel some grudging admiration. Most of the magic-wielding humans he'd killed were big, blustery men, and none of them had lasted half as long as this scrawny female. What kind of SOUL did the witch have, anyway? He'd seen just about every color there was, and figured she was stubborn enough to be purple, or maybe a patient cyan, or even orange for bravery. After all, he was throwing out everything he had, and she wasn't backing down. The skeleton squinted at her through the barrier, searching for the telltale spark of—ah, there it was. There...it...was.

For the second time, Sans looked at her and knew instantly that he was boned. Despite the ferocity of his attacks, the cracks in the barrier were starting to fill themselves in, and the air crackled with another surge of her magic. A merry little chorus of Shiiiiit shit shit shit rang in his head as he stared at her blazing-red SOUL, and it only got louder when he remembered what that color meant.

Determination.

It didn't matter that she was just a human. His intention to kill her was nothing compared to her will to live. As the bones he conjured came slower and weaker, dissolving as they hit the barrier, Sans knew with horrible certainty that he wasn't going to win.

The stories had to be true after all. Unless the priestess got careless and he could either kill her or use a shortcut, he was going to have to do whatever she wanted for as long as she said. But maybe, if he caught her off guard...

Sans let his arm drop. The last few bones clattered to the floor, and he sank to his knees, head bowed. Behind the High Priestess, the men all breathed a sigh of relief.

To her credit, the woman didn't let the spell go. She poked her head through for a better look at him, motioned to the guards to stay where they were, and knelt in front of the massive skeleton, halfway inside the barrier. "I'm not surprised that you wanted to escape. I can almost excuse you for trying," she said. Her voice was calm enough, and as far as he could tell with her veil on, her face was still expressionless.

He would have bought it if he hadn't noticed her hands clenching in her lap. "Almost?" the skeleton asked, head still lowered, eyes fixed on her.

"Almost."

He shrugged, watching her knuckles turn white. "Guess that's why yer the High Priestess, huh?"

"It is. None of my magic is stolen," she said.

"'Course not. Our power's no good in barriers. We ain't that stubborn, or that dumb," he added bitterly.

"My offer stands," she continued, as if he hadn't spoken. "Do you have any questions or conditions you'd like to propose?"

Sans glanced at her headdress. The spikes atop it dipped in and out of the golden curtain as her head drooped. She had to have expended most of her power holding him off; after several days with no food or sleep and then wasting all that effort on the barrier, he was pretty worn out himself. Too bad monsters couldn't take a human's magic, just her...

Her SOUL. It took all his self-control not to jump to his feet in excitement. Why the hell hadn't he thought of that? An ordinary monster who absorbed an ordinary human SOUL was supposed to grow incredibly powerful. What would happen if a boss monster gained all the power of a gifted and highly determined witch?

The High Priestess shook herself and sat up straighter. "Please answer me, Sans. I don't think either of us wants to go through that again."

"No," he admitted, shifting his weight back, edging toward the wall. Sure enough, she unconsciously moved closer, a few more inches into the cell. "I do have one question," he said, moving back again.

The woman frowned, scooting almost all the way out of the barrier. "What is it?"

He slowly, delicately reached down and tapped on her headdress, gentle as a light breeze. "Mind if I get a better look at ya?"

The priestess started. For the first time, she seemed uncertain. "I..." She frowned, and as she opened her mouth again, Sans lunged at her.

There was no question of her ducking behind the barrier in time. Before she even knew that he'd moved, one of the skeleton's hands had closed around her torso and lifted her as easily as a child holding a doll. The barrier vanished behind her, and Sans said casually, "Heel, or I'll stomp 'er like a grape."

The guards froze in the act of drawing their swords. The priestess started to say something, but he flexed his hand ever so slightly, and she stopped.

Sans smiled. He considered her for a moment, wondering if he should crush her anyway and squeeze her out slowly in front of the guardsmen, the way humans drained a monster's magic. It was tempting, and kind of poetic, but he decided he'd better not; he didn't want to damage her SOUL. Besides, she'd put up a hell of a fight. If anyone deserved a quick death, it was—

"Sans," she said. To his astonishment, she worked her arm out over his fingers and rested her hand on his knuckle. "Please," she murmured.

Normally, he would have laughed at a human begging him for mercy, but this didn't feel like begging. She was just looking at him calmly.

...No, the crazy bitch wasn't asking, she was telling. She was distressed, but expectant, as if she was just waiting for him to put her down and apologize!

He should've squished her or bashed her against the wall for that. But, somehow, as the veiled priestess stared into the fire of his eye sockets, the idea of breaking her didn't seem much fun anymore. Her head lowered and tipped to one side, and all of a sudden, it was like his mind – his memory – got pulled sideways.

As he stared back at her, he was no longer facing a mortal enemy. He was back in a moment he thought he'd forgotten, standing in front of his house in Snowdin. A tiny human in a striped shirt was holding his hand and smiling up at him with perfect, stupid trust, and he knew that however much he despised humanity, he could never hate this kid, any more than he could reach up and stop the sun in its orbit. Why did he have to think of it now, when he needed all the homicidal energy he could muster?

With a painful effort, Sans tore himself away from that memory, back to the present and the woman in his hand. The skeleton growled, starting under his breath and working up to a snarl that reverberated throughout the stone walls. To hell with her. To hell with all of them!

Lack of space was a definite issue, but Sans prided himself on adaptability. He extended his arm to its full length, nearly shoving her into the frightened guards, which gave him enough room to materialize a single blaster.

It was much smaller than usual, and that was fine, because it'd concentrate the last of his power into one good shot. The skull shone an incandescent red, eyes aflame and fangs glinting in its own light, literally nose-to-nose with the High Priestess. Sans let his rage and frustration rise like a tide of pure filth, distantly surprised that he could still feel some grief beneath it all, and the blaster's mouth creaked open from the pressure building in its throat.

The priestess had pulled herself upright with her free arm. The scarlet luminescence was right up against her eyes, but she screwed them shut and leaned forward, face set with determination.

In his haste to align the blast and hit all the humans at once, Sans didn't hear anything unusual; he didn't even notice when the light dimmed just a little, or that the pressure had stopped rising. But then a shock ran through him like a hand grabbing his SOUL, and he jerked out of his concentration to see – and feel – the woman stroking the blaster's nose as if it was an overexcited puppy. "It's all right," she said, so low that he barely heard her. "Please, stop. It'll be all right. I promise." And he'd be damned if the giant skull wasn't closing its mouth and leaning into her hand!

No one had actually touched one of his blasters before. They were long-distance weapons, and he used them as such, only getting close when it was fun or strategic to do so. His first reaction was horrified indignation; he might be about to vaporize her, but for crap's sake, he wasn't being inappropriate.

As she kept petting, though, she leaned in and rested her forehead on the skull's lower jaw, and the skeleton felt an alien sensation steal over him, something he didn't recognize at first. The light dimmed further; the skull's jaws drifted shut. For the first time, Sans heard a soft, rich sound—it was the woman humming to herself, or to the blaster, as if trying to soothe it.

And it was working. Sans felt as if he'd been drugged, with a sense of...peace? Was that it? Yes, it was absolute peace washing over him, relaxing his grip so that the young woman had to catch herself before she fell out of it. She might have been smiling faintly beneath the veil, but he couldn't focus enough to tell. He wondered if it was the same magic that had made him think of Kris, a distraction to save herself and kill him before he attacked again.

No...he wasn't drugged or under some kind of spell. Sans remembered feeling this way when he was a lot younger, and a couple of times during the humans' last visit to the Underground, when he and Pap discovered that at least one human was worth something. Of course, then they'd lost him, and there were no more humans worth anything.

It never failed to amaze him. They'd had less than a month together, but all these years later, he still missed the little bastard so much that it hurt.

Luckily, the pain didn't last. The woman kept humming, and Sans grew less and less angry. The blaster made a kind of purring sound and vanished; at the same time, Sans' arm fell, releasing the priestess, allowing her guards to rush in and pull her away.

The boss monster gazed at the angry humans with total detachment, scratching the back of his head as he yawned. She'd won. "You win," he mumbled.

"Are you all right, my lady?" demanded the captain, helping her sit down against the wall.

The humming had stopped. The young woman rubbed her eyes, keeping them shut. "Don't kill him, please" was all she said.

Sans closed his eyes, too. The humans were conferring in rapid whispers on what to do with him, but he didn't care anymore. It was almost a relief when they stepped back, a couple of them grunted with effort, and something crashed into his skull, knocking him out.

~

Over a day later, the High Priestess shut the outer door to her chambers, set a covered tray on the table, and sat down at her mirror. She checked that her eyes were clear, or at least not so puffy anymore, then picked up her veil and headdress and settled them over her head. She stared at her reflection for a full minute, as if waiting for the woman in the mirror to get up first. She sighed, and finally pushed herself to her feet.

Just outside her bedroom, she paused, running a thread of magic ahead to check each of the loose barriers she'd set around the bed. Two ripples came back, one very close by. "Good morning. Please step back," she said into the slight crack in the door.

A pause, then a soft creak of floorboards, unnervingly quiet for something – someone – his size. "Further, please," she ordered.

He made a noise she couldn't interpret. Floorboards creaked again, and the bedframe groaned under his weight. The priestess turned the doorknob, picked up the tray, and elbowed the door open.

Sans was sitting on the edge of the bed, knees on his elbows. He had opened the windows, and in the early daylight, he looked even more menacing; the light shone through his filthy shirt, shadowing the spaces between his ribs. The young woman made herself place the tray on a side table and pull up a chair with perfect unconcern, as if she couldn't feel him staring her down. "I see you're all healed. You must have slept well," she said coolly. "I know I did."

The skeleton glanced behind him at the rumpled sheets. "Uh..."

"You were alone the whole time," the priestess hastened to add. "There's a very comfortable couch in my office that I've been using."

"Yer office, huh?" Sans stretched his arms out over his head, bones clicking softly as he rolled his neck around. "Pretty nice setup y'got here. What is this, silk? Real feathers?"

She inclined her head. "I would have removed you from your cell much sooner if I'd known you were there. No one told me until Duke Archibald asked me to help select your new owner, which, no, I am not." She grimaced. "May I ask how you were caught? You're certainly capable of defending yourself."

Sans didn't answer. The young woman was thinking of what else to say when he grunted and turned to stretch back out on the bed, splaying his limbs across the huge mattress. "This's the most comfortable place I ever slept, y'know that?"

"Me, too," she said before she could stop herself.

Sans glanced up, as if wondering whether he'd seen a glimpse of personality, and she cleared her throat. "Is it the same reason you made no attempt to break out of your cell for three days?"

"Got caught tryin'a steal some grain," the skeleton mumbled. "Not a lot of food in the Underground these days. I hadn't had anythin' for a while, so I was weak as hell."

"You refused to eat anything while you were imprisoned," she pointed out.

He shrugged. "I figured it was poisoned or drugged 'r some other shit. Humans don't get their mitts on a boss monster every day, but ya can't have five sorcerers watchin' me every second. Feeding me some kinda crap like that would be the easiest thing t'do."

That didn't feel quite right, but without more evidence, the priestess decided to leave it for now. Instead, she pulled the side table closer to the bed and removed the tray's cover.

Sans twitched at the sight of steaming hotcakes, piles of cheese-sprinkled eggs, tomatoes, and crisp-crusted sausage links. The priestess cut a tomato slice into quarters with her fork, speared one and, with the ease of long practice, took hold of her veil between two fingers and lifted it long enough to get the fork to her mouth, dropping it as she put the fork down.

"Seriously? Just take the damn thing off," the skeleton remarked, sitting up.

The young woman made a show of chewing, swallowing, and lifting another tomato to her mouth. He didn't have a stomach, but if he had, she probably would have heard it growling; he was shifting around and scowling, clearly agitated. So she quickened her pace, taking a huge bite of egg, a chunk of hotcake, and a sausage, in turn eating as fast as she could.

Sans' eyes had lit to orange again, and the priestess was glad to put the fork down. "There. You see? It isn't poisoned," she said briskly. She stood and pushed the side table over to the bed. "Help yourself."

The orange faded. His skull tilted this way and that, like a wary but curious animal. "What?"

"I had breakfast over an hour ago. This is for you," she explained.

He glanced at the tray, then back to her. She waited for a full ten seconds, almost holding her breath, before she was rewarded with a rude noise. "Can I have another fork? Don't want your germs," he said.

The priestess knew when she was being tested. She picked up the fork. She went to the nightstand and the pitcher of water standing ready, and dunked the fork in it, swishing vigorously. "Here. But first," she said, holding up the dripping utensil, "I'd like to get a few things straight."

He didn't move. A moment later, she felt a tug on the fork, and instantly snapped the connection by raising another barrier. "No cheating," she reproved him.

"I'm cheating?" The skeleton banged his fist on the bedpost. "How the hell are you doin' this? I'm not dumb, lady! Ya can't just slap a barrier on somethin' that blocks every kinda magic! I can't get out of here, I can't go blue, ya did some weird crap to my poor blaster—"

"I helped you calm down. You've been asleep for twenty-six hours, by the way."

He stopped dead, but only for a second. "Yeah? Well...well, how do ya know so damn much about what I can do? If I'd known this was gonna happen, I'd'a left a long time ago!"

"And yet you didn't." The woman crossed her arms, keeping the fork pointed away from him. "I don't believe that you were too weak to remove yourself from the situation, Sans. We all have our secrets, and I don't mind that, but I need to know that you won't take drastic measures before we've completed our arrangement."

"There is no arrangement, witch," he shot back. "I'll make you a deal, okay? Forget this apprentice crap, lemme go now, and I won't kill anyone on my way out. How's that?"

She tapped the fork on the pitcher's handle. "Your people possess almost no farmland, and the area we've left you has notoriously poor soil. Did you know there are several potions, all made from common ingredients, that could double your crop yields in the space of a few years?"

Sans started. "No, and I don't care," he said, but without conviction.

"You should. There are also potions that can heal wounds, preserve foodstuffs, and send you to sleep with no ill effects, using only the tiniest bit of magic. Do you mean to tell me that monsters need none of these things?"

The skeleton looked at her warily. She could almost see him thinking. His rough speech and rougher appearance didn't fool her: he was at least as intelligent as she was, and also cared enough to want to hear more. "So," he rumbled, "I learn all this fantastic secret knowledge, and you get...?"

"Insight. Humans have been fighting monsters for centuries, and the more we know about you—"

His eyes flamed. "The easier it is to kill us? You seriously think I'm gonna—"

"The easier we can stop dying!" she snarled, her anger suddenly flaring right back at him.

The boss monster's eyes went blank with astonishment. She took a long, deep breath that did not help at all. "Believe me or not, Sans, when I say that I want to make peace for everyone's sake. I am tired of hearing every unsolved crime and evil thought blamed on monsters. I am tired of arguing with sorcerers who want to seal the entrance to the Underground and let you starve to death so that we don't have to talk about it anymore. I am tired of mediating disputes over monster ownership, as if we had any right to help ourselves to other sentient beings, and I'm sick to death knowing where our magic comes from and being unable to stop it!"

She was almost panting now, gripping the fork like a trident. Sans was staring at her like she'd grown another head. She swallowed, and lowered the fork. For want of something peaceful to do, she dipped it back into the pitcher for more swishing. "Monsters are not completely blameless," she said quietly, "but you are outnumbered by a much crueler and stronger race, and we've taken that advantage too far. It has to change, Sans, but we cannot do anything until we learn to talk to each other again."

Sans' teeth ground together. "Have you ever read a history book?" he snapped. "Ya know what happened the last time we had humans over to play?"

The priestess stared at a spot on the wall. Sans looked up in alarm as the barriers surged in and out of visibility, hissing softly. "Yes," she said, and went on, reciting from memory: "Several people were killed in an explosion caused by faulty stage effects at a farewell gala for the human delegation, most notably Prince Asriel of the monster race. Though the exact cause of this unfortunate accident remains unclear, its scope and destructive power were hallmarks of human magic, leading to accusations of sabotage and assassination from both sides. War was prevented solely by the will of Queen Toriel, who was devastated by the loss of her son and adoptive daughter, but nevertheless prevented her husband from executing the remaining humans. The delegation was permitted to leave, and in exchange, humans promised the Underground would never be sealed."

"...O...kay, then. Yeah. That's...that's pretty much it." Sans rubbed the back of his neck, scratching between the vertebrae. "Knowin' that, you still think you can teach me a bunch of stuff, turn me loose, an' make everything all better?"

"No. But I can try." On impulse, the priestess knelt, looking up at him and hoping the effect wasn't spoiled by the dirty fork. "Sans, give me one month. That's all I ask. You can have copies of any recipe you need to take back with you, and I'll show you the techniques to make them work properly. You won't have much freedom of movement, but you won't be kept in a cell, either." She glanced at the feather mattress and added, "You can keep the bed for yourself. As luxurious as it is, I feel lost in it."

He didn't laugh, but he didn't sneer at her, either. His eyes went from the fork to the bedpost, the canopy, the bookshelves lining the walls by the fireplace, and back to her face. "I need some time t' think about it," he said reluctantly. "What happens if I don't wanna?"

Her magic crackled in the air again, and she winced, trying to calm down. "I'd rather not say, but I think you know the answer. Remember, I'm not the only human who can use barriers."

He did not like that, and she couldn't blame him. She looked down at the fork in her hand. "You should eat now," she said lamely, and held it out to him, handle first, praying she had judged correctly.

The skeleton's face was impossible to read. Now that it was quiet, it reminded her too much of when he'd grabbed her in the cell. Her instincts screamed at her to pull her hand back and throw a barrier between them, but determination surged as she remembered how she'd already faced down his attempts to kill her. She was going to forge a lasting bond between their worlds and hand him a kitchen utensil like a normal person or die trying.

Slowly, Sans reached down, and she fought to keep from panicking as his massive hand approached hers. He paused...and plucked the fork from her grip with delicate courtesy, holding it up between them. "Hm. Too small. Still dirty." He tossed it back into her lap.

She stared at the fork. She stared at him. She picked up the fork, dropped it into the pitcher, and plunged her hand in after it. Out came the utensil; she turned her back to him, and with one swift motion, off came her veil. As High Priestess, she wore it for most of her waking hours, which meant she'd learned to whip it off without even disturbing her headdress, the way she'd once seen someone yank a tablecloth out from beneath a set of dishes.

And as High Priestess, if she wanted to use her sacred veil to dry a mostly-clean fork in order to please a giant monster who was intimidating her and somehow also being a complete snot, then who was going to stop her? No one, that was exactly who.

With a righteous huff, she turned back around, still polishing the bedamned fork. "Here," she said, facing him for the first time. "I hope this is satisfactory."

Sans looked at her. He didn't say anything.

The world always seemed a little too bright when she'd just had the veil on, and the light from the window was in her eyes. She rubbed them on her sleeve and tucked a strand of shoulder-length hair behind her ear. "Well?" she demanded.

Sans didn't take it. He was leaning forward, hand dangling as if he'd started to reach for it and somehow forgotten what he was doing. His sockets were blank, an odd color washing over his bony face. "Uh," he said. "It's."

The priestess didn't know that that could be a complete sentence. It probably wasn't, she thought in growing irritation. "Sans," she said carefully, "are you going to use this, or would you like to eat with your hands?"

The skeleton shook himself and turned away. "Never mind. 'm not hungry," he grumbled.

She bit back the urge to call him a colorful name or two. "Sans, this is not a joke. There is nothing wrong with your food, except that it's cold. Eat it. Please."

"I will, I will." Sans hunched his shoulders. "Just gimme a couple minutes."

She did not have the time or patience for this. "Sans. Look at this." He glanced at her, and in one motion, she stabbed a sausage and another chunk of hotcake. "Say 'ahhh,'" she ordered, and when he blankly repeated, "Ahh?" she thrust the fork into his mouth.

Sans nearly choked, demanding, "Wh' th' fuh, 'a'y?" before he swallowed it whole. The priestess was fascinated to not see anything pass his throat, though she knew he had eaten it. "What the fuck, lady?" he clarified.

"I am not 'lady,' thank you, and I know you know better words than that," she said sternly, putting the fork back on the tray. "It's not my fault if it got cold."

"I don't care how hot or cold somethin' is, lady. Ya didn't give me a chance to get my tongue out, so it's all the same to me." The boss monster answered her puzzled look by concentrating, then opening his mouth and pointing. "Thee? Tah-dah."

Good God, he suddenly did have a small, floppy red tongue. She flapped her hand at him, face burning. "All right! I believe you! Put it away!"

He did, and she was relieved to see nothing but a mouth full of giant fangs. "So," he said presently, "if I'm not supposed ta call you 'lady,' what's your name?"

The priestess blinked. No one had asked her that in a long, long time. "Well...if you don't like 'my lady,' there's always 'Your Eminence,' or my ceremonial name, Thea." It occurred to her that he was probably not going to react well to any of her suggestions, but she soldiered on: "You could just say 'High Priestess,' though that's a mouthful. At the convent, they gave each of us a different saint's name, and I was—"

Sans held up his hands. "Okay. That sounds peachy. But what. Is. Your. Actual. Damn. Name?"

She grasped her skirt so hard that her nails dug into her palms through the thick velvet folds. "My name is Frisk."

Sans' eyes were blank again. "Huh. No wonder. Welp, nice to meet you, Frisk." He raised a hand.

It was a blatant lie, but cordially given, so she attempted a smile in return. "It's nice to meet you, too, Sans."

For some reason, that seemed to alarm him. He drew back, then suddenly grabbed the tray, tipped his head back, and dumped the entire contents into his mouth. He had no cheeks, but his face somehow looked very full before he swallowed it all, dropping the tray on the floor. "There. Where's the bathroom?" he rasped.

Frisk realized her mouth was hanging open, and shut it. "It's...why do you ask? You're a skeleton."

"Right. Right." He scuffed the bones of his foot on the carpet. "Oh, look at this. Fork yes."

Sure enough, he'd found the fork. She scooped it up, setting it on the table, and out of nowhere, the priestess felt a real smile lift the corners of her mouth. "Just in tines."

The words hung in the air for a long moment. Frisk was beginning to feel stupid when Sans smacked his thighbone and gave a shout of laughter. "I'll be damned! You got the point."

"It's food for thought," she said, and grinned as he doubled over. "I'm sorry. Please fork-give  me."

Just like that, she thought distantly. Yesterday – the day before? – she'd fought for her life against a boss monster who interpreted her overtures as a deadly threat, and now they were giggling in her room like drunken schoolgirls. Was this going to work after all? Was this how real peace began, with awkward silence and stupid puns? If not, Frisk could always console herself that this was the most she'd laughed in years.

~

Sans was not wondering the same thing. He was thinking how he'd woken up not knowing where he was and had had to figure out that he wasn't dreaming about the battle in his cell; a human witch really had trapped him and knocked him out with some kind of weird brain-magic. Once he got over the fact that he couldn't take any shortcuts and wouldn't fit through the windows, though, he had to admit things could be worse; the bed really was the most comfortable thing in the world.

Talking with the witch was not comfortable. It was bad enough when she was asking him questions about his capture and not breaking out of prison, but then she had to give him food and say things that made sense, and things that made even more sense, and then...

He'd never understood why human men made such a huge fuss over women. Monsters came in so many shapes and sizes that anything was possible; the inside really did count more than the outside, except maybe when it came to reproduction. But that was a rare occasion for monsters, who thought that humans' obsession with it was shallow and weird at best. Sans in particular had no interest in the human form unless he was trying to destroy it; they were all just skeletons with varying degrees of hair, meat and fluids in the way.

And then that infuriating woman had turned around in the sunlight, veil and stupid fork in hand, and he suddenly couldn't breathe. The overall picture was what made him feel a huge mess of feelings he didn't like or understand, but he could see every detail perfectly: her lips pursed in annoyance, the sun reflecting off that black circlet thing, chestnut hair shining and eyes half closed against the light. Her dress was still black, but today it was a looser, laced-up style, shoulders partly hidden under some kind of sheer material that ended high up her neck.

And then she had turned her head and done something with her hair, and now he couldn't think things right. All he could try to do was turn away, then eat it all in order to make her go away, and only his punning instinct had saved him from saying or doing anything else stupid.

Why did she have to like puns, too?

This was bad. It had gotten very complicated, very fast. He had to get out of here. She'd demonstrated some emotion behind her priestess-y facade; maybe he could appeal to it, persuade her to take some other monster under her wing and...wow. Speaking of wings, as she laughed, he happened to look down at her from a different angle, and she had a really nice rack. It was hard to see under such dark clothes, but they accentuated the graceful outline of neck and shoulder perfectly. Under the sheer material, her collarbone was—

"...going to do it," she was saying, wiping away tears of laughter. "I'm not all-powerful, but I have enough influence at court and with the Church to guarantee your safety." Frisk looked up at him, bright-eyed, and his SOUL did another loop-de-loop. "So, Sans. Will you stay?"

He didn't want to, it was a bad idea, and he said, "No," in his mind.

She smiled, tilting her head.

"Yeah," Sans said out loud.

#frans stopitstoptalking

[multifandomfanficreclist]

James Bond Mass Fic Post

These are all 00Q unless otherwise stated.

**

The Courtship of Mr. Bond

In which Bond is a retired naval commander with too much house, Q is a mechanical engineer with too many sisters, and they have lengthy conversations about decorum, bonnet-ribbons and philosophy in Regency England.

~

“I just thought you might go pay a visit," his mother suggested.

“Me?” Q asked, aghast. “Pay a visit?”

“He must be starved for proper gentleman company, now that he’s settled in so far from London--”

“I am far from proper gentleman company.”

“--and perhaps if you befriended him he could introduce you to some nice heiresses.”

“Heiresses?” Q repeated, baffled and horrified. “What in the world would I do with heiresses?”

***

Offline

Bond isn't sure what to think of the new Quartermaster, of the high tech gear and the way the man is always in his ear thanks to mandatory ear pieces for all agents. The old Q hadn't required those things after all, and everything had worked fine. But Bond is a risk now, after Vesper, seeming to kill without noticing, without caring, and there are quiet rumors that he wont seduce his targets anymore, and that his drinking is out of control, so Q is told to keep a sharp eye on him and his mental health. Bond is irritated with the constant presence of Q, but somehow their traded insults turn into teasing jabs, and then genuine affection, and eventually they move from talking via earpiece on missions to texting every day, with messages growing more and more explicit as time goes on. But Q is nothing less than professional whenever Bond is around, and the agent has a hard time reconciling the aloof Quartermaster with the teasing devil that has him bringing himself off desperately at night to the naughty texts. Q is a man connected to his tech, and Bond is a man living in the field, and the only way to be together is offline somewhere. But which one is going to take the first step?

**

Sweet As

It’s not—the word has so much damned stigma, really.  He’s not stupid.   He likes it all: the slow, sweet drag of something thick and lovely inside his body and the fast, beating pulse that comes from fucking himself so hard and fast his wrist cramps up.  He just hasn’t seen fit to add anyone to it.  To sex.  With him.  So sure, he’s a—well, technically.

***

A Harsh and Dreadful Thing

And the first thing James asked was: "Why does my head hurt?"

And Q answered: "You got shot in the eye."

Bond blinked with his good eye. "Well, shit."

**

By No Ordinary Means of Communication

Q can’t help but wonder how, exactly, his life has come to this.

(The one where Bond discovers post-it notes, Q discovers how not to talk about feelings, and together, they fight crime make things far more complicated than necessary.)

***

Prowl

Because there's nothing Bond likes better than getting someone by the back of the neck.

"He tried not to think of guns or knives or straight razors, of explosives or blood or the soft throats of women. He tried for a moment not to think at all.

...he was being touched by the most dangerous man he knew, and the hazard of it snared him like a bird."

**

Smash and Grab

Sometimes Bond found suave wasn’t entirely the most reliable option. Sometimes the smash and grab approach was far, far better.

***

Where You Are

An Omega unable to create life is a creature to be pitied, or at least, that is what society says. Q is fine with it, really. He had never wanted children anyway...and settling down with a mate never truly sounded appealing. So he’s fine with it: being alone, bearing no children. It’s fine.

Until it isn’t.

**

Adjust as Needed

This was part of a pile of 00Q disability-and-kink fics I just found randomly sitting in my Google Drive. Enjoy a Q that is both badass and realistic about his energy needs.

CW: Brief unsolicited groping by an intoxicated stranger.

***

Yours, J.

Bond sends letters. Q is vexed. Q-branch starts a betting pool. There are an appalling amount of sweets. Also, 002 is a bit of an arse.

**

Redamancy

If you write something on your skin, then it will show up on your soulmate's skin as well.

James doesn't quite fall in love over physics discussions and cheeky book quotes scrawled over his heart, coding and riddles inked onto his skin, but he comes close. He does.

And then he actually meets Q.

***

Curtains

Indulgent domesticity. No real plot to speak of, just Bond and Q moving in together as friends after Q is targeted and his place burnt down, and slowly progressing to being a couple.

**

Lay it Down

Bond and Q agreed: their relationship was nothing more than physical. Until it suddenly isn't.

(Or alternatively: The one in which Q gets sick, Bond takes care of him, and the truth comes out.)

***

Skyfall Lodge

After Silva's escape from MI6 custody, Alec Trevelyan drags MI6's new, brilliant Quartermaster to the safest place he knows: Skyfall Lodge, home of reclusive ex-soldier, James Bond.

Grudgingly, Q accepts the technological isolation as necessary for his own safety, and he begins to regard Bond as a possible diversion to pass the time until Silva is eliminated and it's safe for Q to return to London. He never expects Bond to become so much more.

**

Blue Eyed Monster

Yes, this version of 007 was a terrifyingly smart agent, and M wondered long and often whether it had been a good idea to promote him to the position.  Usually, the title was the dangerous part - being 007 meant deadliness - but this time, M feared that a certain man with ice-blue eyes and scruffy blonde hair had dragged in more danger to the title than it had previously possessed

Enter MI6's new Quartermaster: an unassuming, bespectacled genius with no mind for subterfuge but plenty of genius behind a dry smile.   Curious 00-agents and young boffins don't always mix in predictable ways...

***

Quriosity

COMPLETE!  Bond finds himself increasingly curious about his enigmatic Quartermaster.

Excerpt:

"Your prior hotel is no longer secure, I will direct you to a new location. Your luggage has already been transferred. A field agent and medic from the Diréction Générale de la Sécurité d'État will be waiting at the side entrance. I have cleared them both personally." In contrast to his crisp dry English, Q's pronunciation of the French words was fluid and flawless, the throaty tone of the fricatives sending a surprising jolt of awareness straight to Bond's cock — all the more remarkable given his degree of blood loss.

"You're wasted on Q-branch, you have the voice for a phone-sex call-in line." The words slipped out of Bond's mouth without forethought, although he had plenty of time to think in the sudden pause that came afterward and stretched on for endless moments. Bond hadn't realized until now how Q was always there, with an immediate reply. In all their banter Q had never before been at a loss for words. Ever.

**

The Haunting of Skyfall Lodge

All his life, Q has seen ghosts. For years, he's searched for scientific proof to back up what he knows to be true. Finally, he starts a YouTube channel to chronicle his adventures of exploring haunted sites.

His latest location: Skyfall Lodge.

#James Bond #random fandom #00q #bond/q #fanfic #fanficrec #fanfiction #a03

[savrenim]

okay so looking at tma fic in general and tma time-travel fic and the various ways they decide to resolve things has given me an idea for a time travel fix-it fic premise that, like, I almost certainly will never write because way too many writing projects but it is Haunting me so I need to blab about it somewhere 

so clearly the way that the ‘time travel’ / ‘knowledge of the future’ bit works is that Jon stumbles across a book that he assumes is a Leitner but then there’s no name in the front cover so he opens it proper and oooh this is weird but it’s too late the compulsion has set hold and and reads it, oops

the experience of reading it is the experience of fuck-it-feels-like living the entire timeline of the show up through the end of episode 160

(actually all the way through When Jon Finally Dies if he ever does but the important bit is he gets that knowledge of the timeline)

(the book is channeling the power of the Ceaseless Watcher, it’s all about knowledge, although very specifically in my brain this book is something that future!Jon and future!Martin constructed and sent back, which still tracks because hey Archivist is an Avatar of the Watcher. it’s just important to me that this is active action as an attempt to prevent the apocalypse and not dumb luck)

so Jonathan Sims now knows his future and because I have strong opinions about memory/ personality/ what makes a person, has arguably just been replaced with his future self.

‘oh fuck’ Jon says 

‘I ended the world so I gotta fix this’

but how does he fix this, because oops Elias is still stupidly powerful and is going to notice if anything is up so he can’t act weird 

but he can’t bring anyone else in on this because he doesn’t want to Curse Them with such Angsty Knowledge 

he is acting a little bit weird, Martin notices that he’s acting weird because he is now being nice to Martin 

‘this cannot be how the universe exists, Jon is always mean to me,’ Martin goes. ‘like I want the universe to exist this way but Something Is Up With Jon and it would be selfish of me not to investigate just because Jon is actually being nice to me’

Martin stumbles across the book and reads it too

‘oh fuck’ Martin says and immediately goes and talks to Jon and Jon has terrible selfish mixed feelings because he missed his Martin but also didn’t want Martin to have to go through everything he went through but also now Jon is not alone in trying to figure out how to alter this timeline without Elias noticing 

(’wait what gave me away,’ Jon goes)

(’you were being nice to me,’ Martin goes)

(’fuck I really do need to be meaner to everyone don’t I,’ Jon goes. ‘it’s just really hard I’ve had Character Growth and I don’t want to be an asshole again’)

(’well suck it up you’re going to blow our cover,’ Martin goes. ‘maybe you should have thought of that before Being An Asshole.’ he immediately feels bad at Jon’s Very Sad Face. ‘you weren’t actually that much of an asshole you were just under stress and prickly and didn’t realize that the people you weren’t appreciating could be people that you would lose and now you do and that’s fine but you gotta still treat them like you’re an Asshole.’)

(’fine,’ Jon goes.)

so now they’re trying to figure out how to stop Elias 

but also their main priority is to stop Tim and Sasha from dying at this point and they kind of figure that Elias doesn’t know the timeline and as long as he’s getting what he wants which is naive Jon stumbling through interactions with Entities and getting marked but not killed, he won’t suspect anything, and he doesn’t know Tim and Sasha are going to die so that at least is something immediate they can fix 

‘I want to murder Jonah,’ goes Martin 

‘you are super valid but also Gertrude tried that and was 1000% more badass than any of us and she ended up dead so maybe we should concentrate on saving our friends like we’ve got a few years to figure out how to do that,’ goes Jon 

‘fine,’ goes Martin 

Tim and Sasha notice that something is up, OBVIOUSLY, because Jon was weird-nice for like a week and a half then is weird-mean like he’s actually trying to be mean and hates it, and has gone from brushing off Martin all the time to pretending to brush Martin off but obviously secretly pining 

he also gives off feral apocalypse energy

Martin meanwhile is pulling this all off perfectly 

he fooled Elias and Peter and everyone else back when he was faking out the Lonely, he can handle this

Elias does notice Jon acting weird and thinks this is a soap opera workplace romance gone wrong but because he hasn’t seen all of it as Jon and Martin have been very careful to be using Martin’s Lonely powers when they want to Actually Talk and make it look like they’ve just casually wandered off when Elias isn’t paying attention to them so Elias doesn’t actually look like anything is up, he calls Jon in for a ‘performance review’ to make sure 

(Martin has Lonely powers and Jon has Archivist powers from the future and they can both feed off of the long terrible fears that they remember from the horrible horrible lives and deaths they and the entire world had in their own timeline, just give me this I need a plot device that can explain why they can Actually Talk to each other while not being able to use the tunnels) 

anyways Elias starts his performance review and pokes about Martin

‘um yeah,’ Jon confesses. ‘I um had a very awkward conversation with Martin because it seemed like he was being nice to me and I asked him about his feelings and he Confessed to me that he Liked me and I was caught by surprise and was thinking about it for a few days because idk nobody ever Likes me but then came to my senses and um but also it’s totally inappropriate because I’m his boss and I told him and we’re trying to forget that the conversation ever happened and just go back to concentrating on the statements’

‘you seem very nervous right now,’ Elias goes 

‘please do not report me to HR,’ Jon goes looking appropriately mortified and trying to remember everything Martin has been coaching him about lying by telling people what they want to hear. ‘I know I should have rejected him immediately it just caught my by surprise that he would actually Say It To My Face people have been saying a lot of honest things to my face it’s very weird and I know that I shouldn’t have run away from that conversation and acted Weird for a few days but I did come to the Correct Conclusion I am very devoted to this job and don’t want to do anything but this job and didn’t do anything with Martin we just had a conversation and I’m really trying to do a good job here and please don’t fire me’

‘nope you’re good that’s fine concentrate on your job,’ Elias says, quite satisfied that his Archivist is developing truth powers very quickly 

Tim and Sasha are not so easy to fool

Tim and Sasha find the book

Sasha, who worked in Artifact Storage, is Actually Smart and goes ‘dON’T READ THAT’

Tim reads it anyways

‘oh fuck I die stopping the apocalypse’ 

Tim doesn’t seem to die from reading the book and doesn’t seem to change except for being given this foreknowledge but Sasha is Smart so she doesn’t read it. Tim does fill her in on her future.

‘oh fuck I die when a weird worm-lady attacks? and don’t even get to help with the apocalypse? that’s bullshit.’

they start their own little huddle conspiracy 

which Martin immediately finds

‘nO YOU GUYS YOU GOTTA BE MORE CAREFUL TALKING ABOUT THIS STUFF’ Martin explains the future and methods of communicating without Elias watching, which is mostly him subtly hiding them in the Lonely

(’why do you and Jon have secret special powers that’s not fair,’ Tim goes)

(’because we went through literal hell??? and also didn’t die??? idk maybe if we keep you from dying you will also get special powers but seriously Tim they are very evil these are Evil Powers we don’t want them they just kind of happened to us in the process of trying to survive,’ Martin goes.)

‘so what is the plan,’ Sasha goes. ‘like besides us not dying how are you actually going to deal with the real apocalypse’ 

‘well we want to kill Elias but we haven’t figured that out yet because he’s watching our every move perfectly and if we’re not acting like he think we should act he’ll dispose of us and start again with a new Archivist,’ Martin goes. 

‘okay but like in your story there is a part where Peter Lukas personally escorts you to the panopticon and tells you to kill Elias/Jonas and you go no and Elias wins the bet,’ Sasha says. ‘what if you just murder him then, he says he wasn’t going to stop you and if he tries you’ve got another Avatar backing you up’

‘huh we didn’t think of that,’ Martin goes. ‘why didn’t we think of that. I swear there is a Very Good Reason we didn’t think of that. um. uh. there’s also the problem anyone working in the Archives will die if he dies unless they are powerfully enough connected the Ceaseless Watcher which is like. MAYBE Jon.’

‘W H Y did you not lead with that,’ Tim goes

‘yeah I really agree you should have led with that,’ Sasha goes 

‘this has been a very stressful time and we have been doing our best and right also everyone can quit they just need to blind themselves to do it,’ Martin goes. ‘or I guess pledge allegiance to a different evil god but that is really unpleasant you have to sacrifice fear to it or you starve’

(’okay why did you not lead with--’ Sasha goes. ‘I’m starting to really see some benefits for being an evil fear-monster,’ Tim goes. ‘Like we could be ethical evil fear-monsters. like ethical vampires. only scare really shitty terrible people who deserve it and, like, scare but not kill.’)

(Martin looks like he is about to cry.)

(’okay maybe not p l e a s e stop making that face I cannot stand your puppy-dog-but-also-on-the-verge-of-tears eyes,’ Tim goes)

(Sasha stops death-glaring at him as Martin looks slightly less like he is about to cry.)

‘so everyone loves rituals what if we, like. construct a secret ritual. that you’re saying Jon is dumb powerful chosen one Avatar right so let’s just, like. switch over being the ‘Heart of the Institute’ from Jonah to him. big proper paperwork ritual passing on of ownership claiming his position as Jonah’s heir or something,’ Sasha says 

‘that seems like just the sort of bullshit that might actually work. Sasha you are the smartest person in the world and I’m pretty sure the apocalypse wouldn’t have happened if you had survived the Prentiss attack,’ Martin says 

‘actually honestly Gertrude wanted you as her replacement that sounds very true and is probably why Elias didn’t choose you,’ Jon says. he has entered the room at this point as he was curious where literally all of his assistants had wandered off to. he does actually have work to get done the Archives are A Mess and Martin has been gone at this point for far longer than it takes to Make Tea so he figured something might be up and if there’s one thing he’s good at, it’s finding Martin in the Lonely

‘real rude to not let us in on this,’ Tim goes. ‘also are you SURE this is not a weird Leitner fucking with you’

‘we’ve obsessively kept track of the things that are supposed to be happening and they’re all happening on the right days and stuff,’ Jon goes. 

‘okay so let’s stop like two apocalypses and not die,’ Sasha goes. 

the rest of the fic is everyone subtly not-so-subtly trying to recreate the exact timeline while also making events Less Terrible while also trying to seem Not Too Competent 

because this is a fic there’s gotta be adorable ridiculous fluff so everyone decides that the Cover Story in case Elias thinks people are acting weird has got to be Jon and Martin starting to secretly date 

(Jon and Martin are in absolute h e l l over this and it is a hilarious comedy of errors because they didn’t tell everyone else that they got together they both decided that was too private so everyone else is aggressively trying to actually matchmake them through this all and they’re now too embarrassed to drop the act because Sasha has been giving them hell every time they have accidentally withheld information from her so it’s like. three layers of fake dating.) 

(Elias decides all this drama is simultaneously the funniest thing he’s ever seen but also kind of a Bad Distraction and is subtly trying to break them up but doesn’t want to mess with things too much because he is Very Impressed with all the ‘progress’ Jon is making)

(Jon who is a complete badass and is mostly desperately attempting not to reveal all his powers)

(there are also a lot of different things that can go various ways. like do Basira and Melaine still join the Institute? I think they all read the book and make Informed Decisions about their futures but I have not decided yet what those Informed Decisions are. Daisy learns how to control Hunt powers without it overwhelming her, because Tim is totally right about it being possible to be an ethical fear-monster although as Jon and Martin can draw from the fear of the apocalypse-world they don’t really need it so it’s just a question of whether or not I want to give everyone else cool powers. we’re in a fix-it fic everyone gets cool powers without terrible consequences Because I Say So)

(Elias doesn’t give them trouble over this because he is delighted that he’s kind of collecting avatars of other Entities because it makes it really easy to make sure Jon has marks and he thinks this is his genius plan going even better than expected) 

we get to episode 158 

Martin really wants to dramatically kill Elias i m m e d i a t e l y but is waiting for a walkie-talkie signal that the ritual above is going as planned so he stumbles through all of the dialogue the same 

“Then do it. Kill him and help me save the world.” Peter goes 

Martin pauses in silence because oops there’s really not that much more Avoiding he can do

“No” Martin says.

Elias starts to laugh. 

The Signal Comes Through

‘fUCK YEAH,’ Martin says. ‘F I N A L L Y. I am murdering him and I’m saving the world but this isn’t for you, asshole, and Imma deal with you next.’

stabbity stab 

it’s very satisfying 

‘okay but what do you mean it’s not for me, you’re supposed to sit in the chair and help me look for the Extinction?’ Peter goes 

‘nah fuck that I’m from the future and I do what I want that was me stopping the Jonah Magnus’s final ritual,’ Martin goes. ‘you really think I fell for that Extinction bullshit you aren’t nearly as good a liar as you think you are, you stay right there and we’ll decide what to do with you when everyone gets down here it’s Jon’s Institute now and we’re both very pissed at you’

Peter tries to escape into the Lonely 

it Does Not Work as Martin has More Angst than Peter to draw from so is Way More Powerful 

everyone gets down there 

ritual worked nobody died!

‘okay but why DON’T we try to look for the Extinction.’ Sasha says. ‘that seems to be a pretty important thing to stop.’

at this point everyone agrees Sasha has the best ideas 

have I mentioned that every single female character is very gay for Sasha

quite frankly maybe Tim too

Sasha is a Badass and this fic portrays her as Gertrude Robinson’s Rightful Heir 

she Deserves Good Things

and she is Gonna Stop All Future Apocalypses so actually going through with Peter’s plan is maybe not a terrible idea 

they do the thing but in a careful way that traps no one in the chair and get the info

the Extinction is still very stoppable 

there are lots of ways but honestly the best way to do it is to manipulate humanity into actually Being Better and not being on the brink of extinction 

‘this is my Institute now let’s use it to fucking save the world,’ Jon goes 

and they use all their knowledge and power to go from being a massive conspiracy about causing the apocalypse to being a massive conspiracy about bringing kindness and preventing wars and stopping the rise of fascism in politics and poking humanity from behind the scenes into something Better that can Rise Above its fears 

and everyone lives happily ever after 

but yeah this entire fic is around the premise of ‘what if the actual fix-it isn’t Change Everything To Stop Bad Things From Happening it’s Keep Everything The Same Until We’re Handed The Opportunity To Stab Jonah On A Silver Platter And Then Take It’ which I have yet to see a fic do and oops that kind of grew away from me there but anyways that’s it that’s the fic

#tma #the magnus archives #gods I have so many fics but I'm mildly tempted to write this one anyways #maybe if the ending of tma ends up being very sad I will write it #can I write a SINGLE fic without weird time travel bullshit happening? #no #no I cannot

[freckled-words]

Dealing With Children

I was talking with @the-wild-ego​ about how the two vampire!egos interact with the others of their “family” and we got into this amusing scenario that needed to be extended on.

To learn more about Count Iplier and Marquess Septic, please check out @justwritingscibbles​. If you search her blog for their names, you’ll find a list with her headcanons and some fics ^^

This is completely unedited.

Where there is emotion, there is energy. Energy that can be molded into something new.

In this day and age of technology, and overpopulation, there is a bountiful amount of energy being reshaped.

These new creations are known to the select few as, Egos. A general term that the Egos have, more or less, accepted for the time being.

Of course, these Egos born in this era, are considered infants to those that were made, many, many years ago.

These centuries old beings have grown accustomed to a different label.

Some have accepted their role as a werewolf. Preferring solitude and freedom in the wild.

Some have the arrogance to consider themselves a minor deity. 

Three particular beings have accepted their title as vampires. 

One was born in the dark ages.

One was born in the renaissance.

One was born in the times of feudal war.

Tethered to the bloodlines that first crossed their lips, they’ve travelled the world many times over.

Now, in 2019, they have all settled for the next century to pass them by.

As they wait for the time when they should move along, they’ve found some familiar connection to the Egos that share their appearance.

Two of the three have anyways. 

Count Iplier and Marquess Septic have come to an agreement in favor of seeing peace between their two families.

Because both hosted rather powerful individuals, it was deemed vital that important communications be passed between them civilly. If only to keep war from breaking out unnecessarily.

Which is how they’ve found themselves in rather, aggravating, situations.

~~~~~~~

“LALALALALAALLAAL I’M NOT LISTENING! LALALALALA! NOT LISTENING TO NOTHIN’ THAT ASSHAT HAS TO SAY!!!” 

Marquess stood in the middle of the Septic Manor living room, watching as Anti glitched around the room at random, yelling this, with his hands covering his ears.

Marquess had come by to pass on a simple bit of information. Less than two sentences. Of course, he had to deal with this ridiculous nonsense first. The same nonsense he dealt with every time he had to pass on information.

In a growl he muttered, “Why is my family full of idiots?”

A sympathetic pat on his shoulder drew his attention.

Dr. Von Schneeplestein stood next to him, his eyes tracking Anti’s erratic movements, “Every family has to have one, do they not?”

Marquess huffed, but this did calm his ire a bit. 

Count had once stated that compared to them, these Egos, were technically their baby brothers. In terms of years and mental growth at any rate.

Keeping this in mind had been the only means of holding Marquess back from bashing Anti over the head a few times.

Movement from something purple caught his attention in the other direction.

His features smoothed into a lax smile, allowing the tips of his fangs to show, as he beckoned over Robbie.

Robbie was always hesitant to go running up to Marquess, as he just innately felt something stronger about the older being. Anti almost felt the same way, but it didn’t run as deep as Marquess.

Something about Robbie, who was technically deemed the same line of “monster” that he was made Marquess genuinely consider him a baby brother. At his smile, Robbie awkwardly jaunted over and beamed in delight when Marquess patted him on the head.

It was at this time that Anti realized he was no longer the center of attention, and Marquess wasn’t even bothering to try and get him to stop.

Ticked off by this, he glitched over and stood hands on hips in front of Marquess with his teeth bared in a snarl, “There ain’t even a message for me, is there? Yer just here to be a bother I bet.”

Without missing a beat, Marquess reached over and flicked Anti on the forehead. Hard.

Sent sprawling back by the force, Anti barely managed to catch himself and glitch onto his feet. 

“OI!”

Marquess ignored him and told Schneep, “The Ipliers wanted you to know their community may cause some flux in the energy fields for the next couple weeks. Some large project that’s being published on October 30th. Dark can’t be certain, but he thinks he’ll be involved. Let your brothers know.”

He gave Robbie a little hair tussle, then grew out his bat wings. 

The window had been left open from when he’d made his arrival, so Marquess saw no reason not to use it for his exit.

Once he was clear, Schneep closed the window. Beckoning to Robbie he left the living room, “Come along Robert. Ve should let ze others know.”

Anti was left fuming, and stomping his feet, “That message wasn’t for me at fucking all!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Meanwhile at the Iplier Headquarters …

“Count my old boy! How’s the night life treating ya? Hey, so I’ve got a new slot opened on the channel, wanna be my next interview?” Wilford practically danced around Count as he sat drinking his tea in the library.

Internally he reminded himself, ‘They’re just children. Hold your patience.’ 

“Here we have the ever evasive vampire. More specifically, Vampire Jim. The oldest Jim to Jim.”

A glance to the door showed the Jim twins with their camera and microphone, doing their best to not be too obvious. As usual, they were not very well versed at subterfuge. 

Count sighed, giving up on some peace while he waited to hear back from Marquess. He would just let Marquess know to meet him somewhere later.

Getting to his feet he told Wilford, “I’m honoured by the invite, but I must decline. I will consider it for next time.”

Wilford wanted to protest, but a stern look from Count quieted him down. With a defeated smile he shrugged, “Ah well~ The viewer’s will just have to settle for a good old time with their favorite Wilfy I suppose.”

Count left him to his enthusiastic ramblings, and went over to the Jims. 

“Jim! We’ve been discovered! Flee Jim! Flee!” MC attempted to spin around and run, only to get tangled up with CJ, sending them both to the floor in a flailing heap.

Count waited for them to calm down, then reached down and took the camera from CJ.

What he considered to be his heart nearly broke at the panicked, puppy dog eyes CJ gave him. “I’m merely taking the footage. You know I can’t be shown to the public.” He delicately extracted the SD card from the camera, and handed it back to CJ.

CJ sighed in relief and hugged the camera to his chest. He gave Count a sheepish smile and gave a small head nod towards MC. Count gave a nod back. He knew that the twins never did anything to cause trouble intentionally, they were simply having their fun.

MC dramatically pouted, “We’ll need a new SD card and new footage. Oh! Maybe we can watch Doc do an operation. LET’S GO JIM!!” 

Count shook his head as he watched the two scamper off.

Children indeed.

#Youtuber Egos #Jacksepticeye #Markiplier #Jim Twins #dr. henrik von schneeplestein #wilford warfstache #Marquess Septic #Count Iplier #Dealing With Children #Antisepticeye #Robbie the Zombie #fanfiction

[foxydivaxx]

Osiris Chapter 1

That poll with Rami Malek inspired me to write this fic because lets be honest, DC has not done Osiris, the Black Adam Family or majority of their Middle Eastern characters justice. Osiris for instance was badly written and turned into Superboy Prime junior in the pre-New 52 timeline and in New 52, he was killed off in his only appearance. Like da fuck DC?! That character had so much potential. Not just him, a lot of the Titans then had a lot of potential but you screwed these kids up. The storyline that was established for him in Brightest Day was a very interesting one and  would have been more awesome if the Black Adam family actually had their own comic series. Look at what Marvel has done with Kamala Khan. Imagine what would have happened if either Osiris or anyone of the other kids got that opportunity. Anyways enough ranting and onto the fic itself. Rami Malek is Osiris’ FC here. This chapter is just an intro (or reintroduction to those that are familiar with him) to the character.

“I wanted to save the world.”

That is the answer I always give to people whenever they ask me to explain my motives or why I chose to be a hero in the first place.

There are times when I question my worth or my sanity because I have been through quite a lot of hell. Like if one were to ask me to define a tragic hero, I would point at myself.

For starters, my early childhood in Egypt was not blissful. You are staring at a boy who got constantly bullied as a kid because I looked different. Compared to other kids then, my skintone was slightly darker than normal Egyptian standards. Secondly, my eyes are huge, very owl-like that kids then cruelly nicknamed me ‘Bug Eyes.’

I would often go cry in a corner afterwards because besides the name calling, I had to endure days of severe beatings at the hands of those bullies. Making matters worse was my birth father whose name I would rather not mention. Why you might ask? Well thing is......he was an abusive asshole.

He would beat my mum, my older sister Adrianna and myself up a lot. Things got so bad that I ran away from home, never to be seen nor heard from again. Life on the streets was hard as the little money I got from mum was not enough, forcing me to fend for myself via pickpocketing and other means.

Then one day, everything changed. A crime syndicate known as Intergang captured me and took me to one of their concentration camps. 

As fate would have it, my beloved sister Adrianna was amongst the captured. My parents’ absence there was enough to tell me what had become of them. Unfortunately we had no time to grieve becuase the Intergang bastards dragged us away and began to drug and torture us. 

Adrianna was whisked away to be given to Black Adam whilst I remained with those bastards. Somehow, I was able to resist their mind control. Might be strong will power or possibly their methods were not working. Unfortunately for me, I got the beating of my life as those bastards clubbed me almost to death. I remember the pain, the blood, the tears, the anger I felt as nerve by nerve I was struck down till my legs were rendered numb.

Thankfully, Adrianna now the superheroine Isis and her husband Black Adam showed up just before death snatched me away. Isis tried to heal me but to no avail because the damage dealt to me was that severe. Adam was kind enough to give me a dose of his power as he felt that that was the only way to save me.  Unfortunately he was right because whenever I revert  back to my normal form, I am completely paralyzed from the ground up.

Anyway, thanks to that, myself, Adam and Isis formed a superhero team and family and I officially became the hero known as Osiris. Why Adrianna named me this is beyond me though. I was expecting something like Horus xD.

Anyways, we became a team and went around doing as much good deeds as we could. Heck I even joined the Team at one point even though most of them do not remember my name and often call me Black Adam Junior. Talk about insulting.

Yeah I did kill someone to protect Adrianna but that was a honest mistake. I did not realize that using my powers that way would harm someone like that. Plus I was still new to the superhero game anyway.

I left the Titans for a brief period after Wonder Girl asked me to hand myself over to the authorities for killing Persuader. I beat the shit out of her and called her out on her own hypocrisy on the spot because this girl also mistakenly killed someone in self defense of her mother years ago and yet, she has the guts to call me out on that? 

Still the girl later apologised for this and I forgave and rejoined the Team. Still, I kept on having nightmares and panic attacks regularly. As if that wasn’t enough, I was forced to return to Kahndaq because of a serious of horrific events happening there. 

Sobek my so-called best friend manipulated me into thinking that Adam was the one responsible for everything and I even attacked poor Adam for his troubles. I later made up my mind to leave Kahndaq but first I wanted to get rid of Adam’s powers feeling that they were corrupting me. I had also heard a lot about Adam’s terrible past atrocities and got paranoid about the stigma that followed our family because of him.

I did not believe that someone like Adam could actually change and that he was probably manipulating and using Adrianna for his own selfish purposes. Or at least that was what I was led into thinking.

I gotta hand it to Sobek here. He really is that good of an actor and a master manipulator. He was able to isolate me from the other Titans, making it seem like they were the bad guys whereas they are all good natured people and some of them have dark pasts or are dealing with dark presents.

Anyways, Sobek advised me to de-transform into my civilian form and that way, get rid of the curse though he expressed fake concern for me as he knew that I was crippled but I assured him that all would be well. Big mistake on my part because Sobek took advantage of my weakened state and ate me up alive, leaving me as mere bones.

I do not know much about that other than the fact that I was mummified and buried in a tomb. Soon afterwards, I was awakened from the dead by that cursed Black Lantern ring. My people feared me because well I was supposed to be dead and there I was wandering about in mummified form, trying to make a sense of the world around me. 

Sobek’s subsequent arrival made it all click especially with the explanation he gave. He is one of the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse, a group of four bioengineered monsters specifically created to destroy us the Black Marvel Family and he was Yurd, the Horseman of Faminine.

That alone infuriated me. How could I have been so naive to have taken pity upon a wretch like him? How could I have allowed myself to be played like that?! 

I lost my shit and the two of us engaged in combat. Unfortunately I was outmatched because Sobek was a far more better fighter than I expected. Nervertheless, there was only one simple way to end a fight in our current state. Using the last of my energy, I called on the name of the very man that saved my life, channelling the thunderous rage of justice upon myself and Sobek, killing us both and severring the connections we both had to those blasted Black Lantern rings.

Still the White Lantern ring resurrected me much later on as well as the rest of the other slain heroes and a couple of villains. I know Sobek is still out there somewhere but right now, he is not my priority. Things have gotten better for me since that incident as I lived a normal life despite still being a paraplegic. My main priority now is to find out what caused both Adam and Isis to get petrified and try to undo the mess that has befallen my family and Kahndaq and maybe try and set things right without going astray.

So here we go. Hope you all like it. I tried my best with this guy because there are some things that were not mentioned so I just filled in the blanks for him and his family and also kind of retconned some things like his involvement with the Titans for instance. It is mostly Young Justice based but elements of the Teen Titans comics are there.

#osiris #amon tomaz #rami malek #fanfiction #dc #dcu #dc comics #shazam #black adam family #black marvel family #teen titans

[entamewitchlulu]

Arc V Anniversary Discussion Day 15: Headcanons

brooooooooooo this could be a longass post lemme tell you, I’m barely even sure where I should start.  I mean, most of my headcanons I’ve already talked about at length, esp my big ones like trans boy Yuya, so I think I’ll hold off on sharing the sexuality/gender headcanons today.

Instead, I think I’m gonna talk about something I’ve wanted to talk about for a while: my headcanons for what kind of spiritual and magical abilities that the Arc V cast has.

under the cut cause this is long

Yuya

This is already confirmed by canon so it’s not quite a headcanon, but Yuya can hear Duel Spirits.  He doesn’t necessarily hear words, but he gets impressions of their emotions and desires. As a child he misinterpreted this as his imagination, or projecting his own feelings onto them, but post-series he realizes that he truly was hearing them.  With his powers boosted by becoming whole with his counterparts once again, he redevelops the ability to understand and speak Duel Spirit languages.

Yuya also has a unique and rare ability from my interpretation of the Yu-Gi-Oh universe known as Enflaming. Simply by interacting with people, or indeed even just being around them, he agitates other souls into manifesting latent abilities, so people who had the potential for magical, soul-based abilities but never manifested them start to develop them after having come into contact with Yuya.

Yuto

Yuto had the underdeveloped ability to see Duel Spirits outside of a duel; nothing too solid, but he could catch little glimpses and impressions of them, as well as sense the pressure they gave out.  He was actually under the impression that he was seeing ghosts for a very long time.  Once he becomes one with Yuya, they all are able to see Duel Spirits clearly.

Like Yuya, Yuto can also hear Duel Spirits, but he can really only get the impression of emotion from Dark Rebellion.

Yugo

While Clear Wing is the one guiding him, the dimension hopping abilities that Yugo uses are actually inherent to him, himself, with Clear Wing just giving him a boost.

Yuuri

Yuuri had similar abilities to hear and sense monster emotions like Yuya, but due to a series of childhood incidents involving experimentation on his brain by both Roger and the Doctor, the barriers between himself and his monsters grew incredible thin and fragile.  Their own emotions frequently leak into his brain and he and they often have trouble distinguishing themselves as separate beings.  This is particularly evident with Starving Venom, as the two of them often seem very confused as to where one of them ends and the other begins, their emotions constantly backfeeding into each other until they lose a lot of their separate identities, especially when tensions are high or when Yuuri is very excited.  Once assimilated with Yuya, Yuuri finds himself much more separate from Starving Venom and is able to consider himself as an individual being (albeit one assimilated with three others), which accounts for him being much more calmed down during the last arc.

Yuzu

Yuzu, and in fact all of the bracelet girls, have a watered down echo of Ray’s empathic abilities.  Yuzu’s variety makes her slightly more attuned to the sense when something bad is about to happen, giving her a sense of uncertain ominousness before something occurs, but without direction for what exactly that is.

Yuzu also is the incarnation that absorbed the excess energy from the En Flowers, so not only does she cause the Yuuboys to separate when they come near each other, but she also has a boost to her empathetic powers when in the presence of uncut flowers.  She’s essentially gathering the echoed memories and intuition of the flowers subconsciously, which makes her more alert and aware to whatever is going to happen.  As she is rarely, if ever in a flowered location in Arc V, it’s not until post-series that she deduces this.

Ruri

Ruri’s variety of Ray’s psychic powers is a slighter version of empathy.  She’s more in tune with other people’s emotions, and if there’s enough high emotions happening around her, she can find herself more affected because she senses them as though they were her own emotions subconsciously.  This is very much why she clings to Smile Dueling so much, because in the wake of the invasion, the negative emotions constantly surrounding her overwhelm her.  She’s not aware of her abilities and thinks this is normal.  Once she assimilates with Yuzu, Yuzu and she both gain a much more refined emotional empathy that they learn to minimize when they need to focus.

As the incarnation that absorbed the excess energy from En Birds, as well, Ruri is very much in tune with actual living birds, and the birds themselves seem to remember her as Ray and often come to her without prompting or fear.  She can’t understand them, but she can get faint impressions of emotion from them.

Rin

Rin’s inheritance from Ray takes the form of a personal intuition, giving her little flashes of insight about when she needs to quickly duck behind a corner to hide from a surprise Security officer, or the nagging sense that someone is following her.

Her En Winds power also gives her a slight psychic vision when the wind blows.  It’s a bit like echolocation, giving her a slight impression of what things are shaped like in a twenty foot radius if there is wind blowing around them.

Selena

Selena’s psychic/empathic powers are actually far more stunted than the other girls, as Leo occasionally implemented ways to reduce her abilities since he believed it was Ray’s empathic powers that caused her to think she could face Zarc in the first place, and he wanted to make sure once he had her back, she wouldn’t do anything like that again.  Selena does still have the remnants of Ray’s monster empathy, though, able to sort of sense Duel Spirits’ emotions (but at a far lesser intensity than the boys can).

As the receptacle for En Moon, Selena actually does get more energy during a full moon, and gets more tired during a new moon.  As people often joke about kids getting more hyper during full moons, Selena doesn’t realize that she’s actually channeling energy from the moon.

Shun

Shun actually has a bit of Duel Spirit ancestry from way back in his bloodline, which while it doesn’t grant him as many powers as it would if he were half or quarter duel spirit, gives him a more honed sense of intuition, especially about others’ intent. This is why despite his misgivings, he ended up trusting Yuya and was able to slightly hear Yuto talking to him from within Yuya, as well as why he was very much honed in on Dennis as a potential traitor.

Tsukikage

Tsukikage also has a bit of Duel Spirit ancestry, which while he’s definitely an able warrior without it, accounts for some of his more superhuman abilities, like jumping off a moving bike and running just as fast as it to get an Action Card.

Reira

mostly confirmed by canon anyway, but Reira is an empath, and an incredibly powerful one.  They can feel people’s emotions even through a camera feed, even if the person is miles away in actuality, and if they know who they’re looking for, they can hone in on a person’s emotions and location from up to a mile away.

Dennis

Dennis has what one would call very minor suggestion abilities.  Not that he’s not already pretty good at what he does, but come on, this kid telegraphs himself pretty hard in-show, and barely anyone calls him out on it.  He doesn’t even know that he’s doing it, but especially when he does his card tricks and performances, he’s layering them with a very thin layer of persuasive magic that attracts attention and makes people slightly more inclined to give him their attention.  People already inclined to trust him will also be more willing to trust what he has to say.

Gongenzaka

Gongenzaka doesn’t have any flash abilities, but what he does have is a rare magic immunity.  This makes him impervious to any sort of suggestion magic, illusions, curses, etc, but it also means he can’t be affected with beneficial abilities, either.

they’re the only ones off the top of my head that i’ve developed ideas for, but i’m sure i’ll get more later, lol.  I might have some fics planned

#arcvanniversary #homura's headcanons #lulu talks

[sanderssideblog]

i lost my fear of falling (just kidding)

we have 100 followers now so i wrote a fic. this was hard, i almost died about 10 times and also tagging @princeyandanxiety cause 1) i love bells, bells is the best 2) she wanted to read something i wrote. so now you have to suffer because she wanted it.

also sunshine said it’s okay to post this shit so blame her.

(thoughts cause i'm shit: i have no idea how to write, i have no idea what i'm doing, i haven't done this in like. a year or something. also why the fuck did you think following this blog was a good idea. okay, thanks for your attention)

warings: shitty dream logic (by which i mean "dreams don't really follow any rules", not "dream version of logan who is shitty" okay?), writer with no idea how to write.

A thousand bees or some strange and loud monster living in Anxiety's room - this was currently the most probable explanation of the sound  that could be heard everywhere  and seemed to be inescapable. After about two hours of listening to it Prince was ready to go there and kill whatever was making the noise. The only problem was that Anxiety didn't want to open the door. Maybe he was asleep. At 6pm. Or maybe he's gone deaf from this strange buzzing and didn't hear the knocking.  Or... maybe the thing that annoyed Prince for hours ate twenty second pilot and now lived in his room. Which meant the sound was going to stay with them forever. He just had to react, he couldn't leave it like this - after all Anxiety could still be alive.

Prince slowly opened the door - fortunately it wasn't locked - trying to stay quiet in case Anxiety was still alive but asleep or the creature was extremely sensitive to noise. The room was bright, empty and smelt like static. It was also strangely silent, as if the noise Roman heard before entering the room just stopped. All of the furniture was gone, the bed was the only thing that didn't disappear. When Roman noticed Anxiety's jacket on the floor next to it, he felt his heart stop for split second. Something was wrong. Anxiety leaving his room without his armor? This was not possible. Not in his reality.

The window was open and the usual night sky, which appeared every time Anxiety felt like having a window in his room, was replaced by a city. The view didn't feel right; it didn't look like something dark trait's mind was able to create. It was too bright and soulless. The glass it was made of turned the place into a maze of mirrors. Roman's reflection was staring at him from the opposite side of the street, looking a bit too scared for his liking. “Anxiety, are you there?” he asked into empty space, hoping wherever the edgelord went, he could still hear him. There was no response.

He knew he wasn't supposed to feel afraid, even though every cell of his body was yelling at him to go and find Anxiety before it's too late. The Sides' dreams, mental pictures or thoughts getting this real were never a good thing. Prince still remembered the black hole that randomly opened in the middle of their living room because of Logan thinking about space too hard - this situation seemed much more dangerous and probably couldn't be solved by snapping one's fingers in front of Anxiety's face. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was nowhere to be seen anyway, unless that lonely figure on one of the buildings’ roof who was contrasting with the environment even more than Roman’s sash was him.

The person was standing dangerously close to the edge and looking down with their hands in their pockets. They looked as if they were struggling not to jump; not with themself though, with some external force which was trying to push them from the roof. Prince spent a few seconds too long only looking at the person, unable to move and considering his options. He could control the dream reality to some extent, he was the one who created most of Thomas’ dreams after all. He wasn’t sure if he could do it while being in reality created and controlled by someone as powerful as himself but he had to try. He didn’t react quickly enough. Strange sound filled the air again. It wasn’t buzzing; it was a scream of the person falling from the roof.

Roman channeled most of his dream-controlling powers into slowing down the person’s fall just enough to give himself the time he needed to get to the building and catch them. This wasn’t the best thing he could do - longer fall seemed even more traumatising for whoever was forced to jump - but his mind was blank. He was in his own panic mode, trying to think too fast and dealing with things he couldn’t control as much as he need to. There was no time to come up with a better, more creative plan.

Roman turned around to check if he could turn what was behind the door to Anxiety’s room into a staircase. He could already feel his powers slowly draining his energy. The stairs were incomplete. They lacked some of the steps and didn’t look too steady but using them was still a better option than jumping down from Anxiety’s room’s window. He would probably have survived it, he just really didn’t want to check it at that moment, the dream reality he was in didn’t have to work like his own.

Despite his own creation trying to kill him by randomly falling apart, he managed to get out of the building. The street he found himself on seemed endless and for a moment he couldn’t even decide which way to go. Everything looked bigger and more sterile, the strange smell that reminded him of static was there again, making him nauseous. He couldn’t see the falling person from here, the scream could still be heard echoing between the buildings.  He decided to go… He sighed. It was impossible to tell the directions in this place, so he just trusted his instinct. He called Anxiety a few more times, but the only response was the screech.

Roman didn’t know how long he’d run before it all stopped. The imaginary city suddenly was silent and even emptier. He looked up. The dark figure was on the roof again and the mysterious force of whatever haunted Anxiety’s dreams was trying to push them from it again. Prince took a second to remember exactly where he was supposed to run to. He still felt as if he was exactly where he started but he had to somehow get to the building and save the person. This was his responsibility as a prince and he couldn’t just leave. Even though he was almost sure the dark figure was Anxiety and he… he didn’t really think Anxiety deserved it but sometimes he was ready to push the dark trait from some roof just to make him shut up when Thomas needed to think. The urge to at least free him from the loop of falling now was stronger than Roman’s personal opinion on Anxiety which quietly whispered to leave him to his nightmares forever. Prince couldn’t do it.

He slowed the time again and tried to run faster. He didn’t even know how much energy he used on getting to the building the person was falling from but he was sure he will need about a week of sleep after this. The strange smell was making it hard to breathe and the air felt heavy. Running wasn’t easy, trying to keep an eye on the dark figure before they disappeared again was even more difficult. He was almost there. He leapt forward when the person almost touched the ground but he didn’t manage to catch them. He swore under his breath as the person appeared back on the roof.

“Anxiety?”

The dark figure looked at him but didn’t do anything. He didn’t even fight back this time, he just let the force push him once again.

The fall felt faster. It hurt just as much as the previous time. Anxiety wasn’t sure if Roman standing on the street below was just his imagination but he didn’t care - he had no energy to fight back. The only thing he was focused on was screaming and trying not to die. It was just his dream. He couldn’t die but he couldn’t stop it. Hoping whoever played with time wouldn’t do it again didn’t work and everything slowed down again; the air pressure still felt the same. He’s already crashed into the street a few times and it didn’t wake him up, so why would some imaginary Prince catching him help?  

It didn’t help. The second Roman touched him, the time went back to normal and Anxiety panicked. He suddenly wasn’t sure what was going on around him, how Prince even appeared in his dream, how any of it happened. What if it was real but as a part of a person he couldn’t just die? This may not have been a serious panic attack like the first time he felt but it still didn’t feel good. Roman was holding him tightly, waiting for his breathing to become normal again.

“Are you okay?” Prince asked, trying to help him get on his feet.

Anxiety didn’t answer. They were in his room again, on the floor next to his bed. He attempted to push himself out of Roman’s arms but it didn’t work. And even if he succeeded, he probably wouldn’t be able to stand up. His body felt heavy and strange. “I can sit on my own, thank you very much” he said.

Prince carefully let him sit on the floor and only then Anxiety noticed Patton sitting on the bed and Logan standing in the doorway. They looked concerned, at least if concerned meant about to cry or slightly less indifferent than usually. Morality moved to sit next to Anxiety and reached to hug Anxiety. “What happened?” he asked, smiling sadly. The dark trait didn’t answer. “He was falling from a roof. Over and over again” said Roman instead. He sounded angry. The voice in Anxiety’s head that went away during his nightmare suddenly started to scream again. He’s probably like this because of you. You wasted his time.

"Is there... anything we can do for you?" Morality asked, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible.

Anxiety shrugged, removing Patton's hand from his shoulder. He didn't look at them, he didn't make any attempt to get up from the floor.

"Anx-"

"Leave."

do i write part two now or what

#sanders sides #roman sanders #anxiety sanders #prince sanders #patton sanders #morality sanders #logic sanders #logan sanders #i can't tell the difference between i and l in this fuckin font #i have no idea how this slipped into ro's pov #but i'm low on fucks to give #so #trying to get shunshine to proofread this shit like: hey babe can you look at this google doc to check if i'm bullshitting somethimes #i don't think it worked tho

[somethingelseentirely1352]

Septiplier and then some

I am one who will side with the lesser of the two especially when a part of my life was once dedicated to it. Well, I can't say I'm mad about the whole ordeal. Just Disappointed. But I felt uncomfortable with the whole MarkiplierTV since the video began. I've never felt uncomfortable while watching one of marks videos before and halfway through I really wanted to turn it off but I wanted to understand what was going on too. It wasn't until I realized the commercial format that it was marks reenactment of his fandom. then I felt a little Insulted, because I've been a fan of his for years and it was never as bad for me like he was making it out to be. Then again I was a fan of him not the creations built around him. Well most of them anyway. I didn't get into any side characters until like the third or fourth year. What I did like - and it wasn't for very long because I didn't get into the septiplier fandom until after jack and signe were a thing for a while- was septiplier. With all the things whirling around the whole "septiplier is dead, amyplier is canon so all the disgusting septiplier fans should go crawl back into the Grummy holes they came out of" deal that happened back in January I kinda backed off of septiplier because I was like, it's true some septiplier fans were getting crazy and I didn't want to be a part of it. Back on topic. The video that I was a week late on for reasons untold, i felt in my gut that septiplier was going to be ignored or something to that extent because of the recent shit but never in my life did I expect the guy who's whole Mantra for every single one of his videos is to (not let anyone bring you down and love what you want and all that heart felt jazz) use a fucking persona to shoot down a ship that a lot of teens fell in love with when Jack was first introduced into Marks channel. Me I was one of those teens that fell in love with the bromance because who could ask for a better friendship than those two (at the time) No one. I'll admit, septiplier wasn't good for the simple fact that older more domineering fans used it as a knife against the persons of question and that itself was disgusting and needed to stop. "Shipping real people are gross, and now that septiplier is dead it give me all the pride in the fucking world to stick my tongue out at the few septiplier fans who are dangling by a unraveling thread and slice mockingly at their fingers for their disgusting antics toward Mark and Jack" not an actual quote but my interpretation for all the bullying siding that five second clip of Wilford shooting septiplier. We get it we get it. Dead dead dead, anything else new? Want to force fans to burn their unfinished fics right infront of you and cry out thousands of apologies as you insult the ship a bit more? Some of the shippers probably will, you know the ones that spent their whole day dedicating time and energy to a ship they new would never happen but it made them HAPPY anyway? I don't know about you but as a septiplier shipper I didn't just see "Wilford" shoot a monster named septiplier, I saw Mark Fischbach take a bucket of bleach water and dump it on the only ugly kid at school because he needed to prove a point to the kids who made the most noise. He should have been the parent that broke up the mess between the shipping wars instead of shooting the red headed step child. Sorry ranted. I love Mark to death. I just love fandom equality more. A ships a ship, every fandom big or small has them. Gross or just plain canon. Disturbing or too cute to handle, it's there and has every right to be there just as much as any other. And I'll never be sorry for my opinion towards this problem at hand.

#septiplier #anti septiplier #markiplier #jacksepticeye #rant