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deanchaiyachet · 5 months

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— SETTING: a hero's journey ; sunday morning — AVAILABILITY: closed starter for DANIEL TORRES | ( @dtorres )

Dean wasn't looking for anything in particular that day. No, actually... scratch that. He was looking for a Dead by Daylight collectible he'd seen online and had sworn he'd seen it somewhere in The Hero's Journey, so there's where he was. It didn't help that he was also surrounded by a bunch of manga editions that he told himself he wasn't going to buy, but now that he was standing among them, he was very much tempted to buying them.

As he walked past someone, he accidentally bumped against the other's arm, which made Dean drop a couple of mangas he had gotten himself. "Dude, I'm so sorry. I wasn't —" And then, he recognized the face of the person he'd bumped into... the same face he'd been doing one hell of a job avoiding ever since hearing about his return to Providence Peak. "Daniel. Hey."

#tumblr is doing a thing where it doesn't load gifs and i'm angry #but #hope this is okay! lmk if you'd like me to change anything #interactions | threads #dean.daniel1

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maridise · 2 months

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@maskednihilism / from Lynx.

A long day of adventuring isn't complete without a proper meal. Lynx knows better than most what it takes to survive, and taking stock of her needs and supplies must never not be a priority. A fire sizzles softly in front of her, providing plenty of warmth to warm her hands. "Do you want some fish?" she asks her...guest. He doesn't seem to have any supplies on him, but he wouldn't have made it this far into the wildness without at least some provisions to his name.

#maskednihilism #––– ❛ 【 threads / lynx. 】#there you go!#i hope it works #do lmk if you'd like anything changed :)

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balladetto · 8 months

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@hyaciiintho ( Link )

He hadn't wanted to circle back to this particular inn, but there was little choice with the air so humid — ripe with the promise of approaching rain. As he feared, they'd come at a bad time. "Tourist season," the innkeeper had explained ( then complained ) when he last saw her. Tonight, she just wryly smiles. "Lucky last room. Only one bed though."

He takes the key, of course. A bedroll on polished floorboards will always be better than a bedroll on cold, wet dirt.

The room is a decent size. Or it would be, usually, except it feels a lot smaller when there are two travellers staring at the same bed. When there's Link and...bigger Link. In the same space. Sharing the same time.

He really can't wrap his head around it.

He looks up at that older face. Not for the first or most likely last time since— this, he thinks he remembers being that sort of big. Remembers being in that sort of body.

( In truth, it's not something he can ever forget. Something he can put away, maybe; like trinkets in a drawer, or some book on a high shelf, or pieces of something shattered buried deep where no one can find them. Here, in the face of those eyes — the near exact shade of blue he catches in his reflection — it's like damning bloodstains on fresh, pale fabric. )

He flexes the fingers of his left hand, curling them in one by one and pressing the tip of each nail into the meat of his palm. With his other, he motions towards the bed. "You— for you."

#hyaciiintho #01. hyaciiintho #( HELLO ADRIEL!! ahhh i'm so SO excited for this!! for these two!!!#i'm honestly still so emo that we can do this again after years!! dad and kiddo: NOW REFINED #asflkjdgs i mashed a few concepts we discussed together -- namely the 'it's been a day or so' + 'they book a room in an inn' + 'baby li.nk #is not in hyrule so they are working on travelling back there'#so i hope this is alright! please lmk if you'd like me to change anything!! <3 )#* lionheart / ic.#* ic / para.#* v / the world: unmoved.

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faultedloyalty · 6 months

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plotted starter // @praeteritus-memories ’s O!Ciel

Sebastian doesn’t often think on the subject, but he must admit that there is a certain amusement he feels when he walks amongst humans.

Of course, there’s more amusement to be found when he’s alone, when he’s not beside his young master, but even on a day like this—even when there is a job to do—there’s something too... ironic about it.

He can’t bask in the shadows of his amused thoughts, however, for there is a job for him to be doing, and he is meant to be alert about it, today. Even if the job goes through to his master alone, he inevitably finds himself along for the journey every single time.

Alas, as it stands, this journey has so-far netted him very little amusement at all.

“My lord,” he begins, his expression clouding as he eyes the watch on his wrist—a bit of a useless action, all things considered, but when walking amongst humans, he had to at least try to mirror them. “There isn’t much time left before dinner is to be served. Shall we return to the townhouse for the time being, and resume our search in the morning?”

The two of them had come into London on business—of course, the story they gave to any who inquired was that they were looking for the ‘perfect gift’ his master could give to Lady Elizabeth, his future bride, given that the holidays were near—but their efforts to begin conducting said business had fallen short. A failure such as this was intolerable, but there was little he could do if even he hadn’t been able to locate their quarry yet.

As annoying as the situation is, he can’t fail in his duties as a butler in the same day.

“As displeased as it makes me to fall short of our goal, it wouldn’t quite do for us to be late, either. Perhaps putting pause to our search could be of some benefit, besides.”

The saying did go that humans couldn’t think on empty stomachs, at least, so it is surely better to put their plans on hold for the moment. While time is a commodity they don’t quite have with this case, there’s not always a way to avoid taking it.

#i took a bit of liberty with a cover story for them #but wanted to leave their actual goal kinda vague #jic you had an idea in mind ! for rn i decided to keep it in that tailing stage we'd talked about though :0 #‘i am simply one hell of a butler’ : ic #praeteritus-memories #also ik i've apologized like a billion times now but i'm SO sorry to have taken so long sobs #if you'd like anything added or changed in any way do lmk though !! i don't mind at all

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bcnes · 7 months

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@muutos sent — ❛ can’t sleep, doctor? ❜ (screaming, crying - from spock!)

Thank god the corridors are devoid of the night shift's usual skeleton crew for the moment, or he'd never be able to live down the noise he makes at the sound of Spock's voice piping up from somewhere over his shoulder. Dim as the lighting is (it still escapes McCoy why they'd even attempt to simulate a day and night cycle, it's not like he's falling for it), he can still make out the science officer peering at him from the doorway of Spock's quarters. McCoy supposes his pacing wouldn't escape the notice of those ears of his, in hindsight.

"Christ, we oughta put a bell on you." Though he's entirely unsurprised that Spock should be awake at this hour. Whether that's because of a general Vulcan trait of needing less sleep or because of Spock's individual stubbornness, however, is harder to say. He rolls his shoulders, heart rate still just slightly through-the-roof, and runs a hand down his face with a weary sigh.

"No. Not for lack of trying," he adds, gruff at the unwelcome reminder of just how goddamn tired he is, and then folds his arms. "And before you even bother, I'm on gamma shift tomorrow - so I don't want to hear a word about how this'll impact my job efficiency, thank you. Believe me, I am aware."

#HELLO HELLO !!! please do lmk if you'd like anything changed i do not mind At All #muutos ; spock #v [ + ] i signed aboard this ship to practice medicine #hell of a time to ask [ + ] answered #mccoy thought process: is this an argument? -> can i interpret it as an argument?? -> doesnt even want to argue its just habit #he stays on that grindset

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lielove · 11 months

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lyric based starter call @nulltune

❝ the stars are the same as ever -- ❞ lightly giggles as she looks towards the sky, an arm extended as if she were reaching for them. there's a sparkle in her eyes as she speaks, looking at the sky like this reminds her of the day she told that doctor that she planned on keeping ruby and aqua while also keeping her career as an idol. it'd been so long since then, and yet she remembers it like it was yesterday. ❝ no matter where i may be… they're always shining bright and beautiful. it makes me feel at ease, eheh. ❞ ai brings her hand back to her side, and turns her head slightly to look at the other. life was crazy and tumultuous, that was the truth when she was an idol and it was the truth now that she was a servant, too. ❝ what about you ?? ❞

song ; so much for stardust - fall out boy

#{ let me know if this works !! if you'd rather me not do ai's fate verse or would like anything else changed lmk !! :> }#{ lyrics in italics and pink }#nulltune #【♥】 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝟎𝟓 ; the goddess of entertainment reborn (fate)

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handgiven · 5 months

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❝ honestly i can’t sleep, so if you wanna stay up with me? ❞ ( from the staying the night prompts? )

staying the night prompts / @teengod

it's strange to see something divine confined to a body so small, so frail, yet mighty. to see your god condensed into a form that is not unnatural, for they were all made in their image, but it is nonetheless new. a child of the universe encasing a god, its molecules old as galaxies forming lips that learned to speak a cosmic blink ago, hands wielding creation when still they carry ghosts of memory of holding their parent's hand, eyes that see deep into the nature of things, a blink away from the eternal sleep that came before. a small form calling for dedication of a different kind, for protection that tugs at a cord in his chest left behind by a younger sister he failed to protect. an imprint in his chest left behind by a little girl who owed him her life.

of course, one must not look upon a god this way. god is not a child.

still, when she speaks and voices a simple request, there seems to be nothing more natural than to treat her this way. not as a lesser being, no, rather the opposite. with that deep understanding one may never bestow upon a god, but which emmanuel cannot help but inflict upon a human being when they so much as speak softly. he could almost forget it. almost. he gets lost, for a moment, but snaps back into the present, watching her, and swallowing his fear.

"— if you please. i could make us tea."

#teengod #▻ 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝐸𝑅𝐴𝐿 、answered ⁽ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗᵘⁿᶦⁿᵍ ᶦⁿ ⁾#▻ 𝐸𝑀𝑀𝐴𝑁𝑈𝐸𝐿 、musings ⁽ ˡᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵖᵒᵘʳˢ ᶦᵗˢᵉˡᶠ ⁾#q.#hi i hope this is okay-- kinda tried to put a finger on the way god in a teen body would make him feel :')#if you'd like anything changed please lmk !!#i'm going off the fact that i think he could sense it? the way he sees things and interacts with the universe #but but but if you'd prefer things differently really do let me know

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revengesworn · 1 year

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Mikey can feel himself shaking.

He hates it. This weakness - this fear and the heart-pounding terror that, at times like these, always emerges from so deep in his core that it feels like it defines him. He’s supposed to be strong. How can he be a leader when he can’t carry the people he loves through their pain and beyond? He can barely even manage to stand on his own two feet, let alone protect the people he cares about.

He’s always been weak, and he’s always hated the weak. The weak can’t do a thing. If they just tried a little harder, fought a little more, then they’d be able to protect themselves and the people they love... but they don’t even try. The weak make excuses, and bring nothing but misery to those around them, and there’s no-one out there weaker than Mikey.

He can lie, and deny it to himself, but... at times like these, he knows the truth.

But that doesn’t mean he’ll accept it. No matter how much it hurts, he’ll stop his body from shaking and put a smile on his face as if nothing is wrong... because Baji deserves it, after all - he’s the one who really suffered here.

As he enters the hospital room, Mikey feels his heart come to a stop. It’s just for a moment, as he sets eyes on Baji - who’s alive, he’s not dead; oh god he could’ve died too - but a barely-strained smile forms on his face regardless. He’s scared, because he doesn’t know if Baji will be happy to see him. But..

“Baji. ...You really scared everyone, you know.”

@prxenuntius ( starter for baji! )

#ic #prxenuntius #v. tag tbd.#aaaaaaa i'm so sorry it took so long but here's your mikey starter!! <3 #i went with your verse where baji survives bloody halloween if that's okay??#but if you'd like anything different or want changes lmk and i'll do something else!#i love these two so much and i'm so excited to write with you aaaaaa........#( also don't feel the need to match lengths or anything; i got a bit carried away lol :p )#thank you for your patience with me; i really appreciate it ;w;#m. mikey.

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flockrest · 9 months

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@hyruin ( Wild )

It's freezing up here. Cold in a way even Rito like Tulin are unused to, in a way he's sure even Rito like his dad are unused to. It had him worrying 'bout Link at first — he may be covered in down, yeah, but there's no way he can fluff any of it up the way he can — but his friend hasn't frozen yet, and it doesn't look like he's gonna be turning into ice anytime soon. 'Specially not here, in this spot of rest they've found in the chain of sky islands, with the food he's got cooking and the fire they've got burning.

With the warmth of crackling flames fighting the cold and the bubbling of a pot muffling the whispers of dread on the Windlines, the quiet's actually kinda nice. It's...also kinda awkward. There's so many things he wants to talk 'bout, so many things he wants to ask 'bout, and he— doesn't know where or how to start. Tulin's known Link for ages now, but it's also been ages since he last saw him. A lotta things have changed.

Like, y'know, that new hand.

He's pretty sure it could even be a whole new arm under that sleeve.

How've you been, seems stupid in the face of it ( and, like, everything else right now ). What happened to it, doesn't even need to be asked. One of Tulin's grandpas used to have the same thing: a new leg where his old one was totally gone. He can't remember every answer to every question he musta asked 'bout it, but there's one thing, here and now, that stands out most in his memories of Grandpa Oyani — one thing that suddenly has him knowing exactly where to start.

"Does it hurt?" falls outta his beak before he can think to rearrange his words. Oops. "I mean— up here, for your hand?"

#hyruin #02. hyruin #( hi blue! woe! unprompted starter be upon ye!!#this has been in my drafts for a while honestly sdflkfjdl #sorry i know i said. unprompted ask. but this kind of ran away from me so um...here we are!#i hope this is okay to throw at you <3 do lmk if you'd like me to change anything at all!! )#* windsong / ic.#* ic / para.#* v / song of the taming.

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spellbcok · 1 year

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a starter for @tragcdysewn between sabrina & davina

sabrina wandered aimlessly around flourish and blotts. there were so many books to choose from that she was unsure where to even start. in part, it seemed ridiculous. magic and spells and endless books on how to wield them. but then she'd remember the strange things she can do and all doubts were wiped away. tiring of roaming, sabrina picked a book at random. latin, of course she thought as she skimmed the pages with mild interest, stopping at what seemed to be the simplest phrase. "par-vum ig-nem," the half-witch whispered, sounding out each syllable. almost instantly a fire erupted in the middle of the page. "oh, crap.." she said as she slammed the book close. once and then twice to ensure the fire was out. hazel eyes surveyed the area to see if anyone bore witness. sadly, her gaze met another's. "would you believe me if i said that was a very strange case of spontaneous combustion?"

#001.sabrina #sabrina ft. davina claire #tragcdysewn #|| marty vc “do not read the latin!”#if you've seen cabin in the woods jf;eiwa #hope this is okay & lmk if you'd like anything to be changed!#fire tw

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pridelessdaydreamer · 2 years

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head in the clouds

There are rumors about a tiny, unmarked village in the northwestern part of Rusalka. The people there are entirely self-sufficient and need no help from outsiders for anything. They dress strangely and behave even more so. What you weren’t warned about was that they tame giant birds, and now you’ve found yourself pinned beneath one’s claws with the explicit orders not to hurt it. If you do, there will be irreparable consequences, and the guy in the straw hat watching you from the trees seems frighteningly serious. [Grants Gauntlets +1]

Linhardt had found it was always reassuring to have the professor on a mission. They were incredibly competent in combat, so if anything went awry, he could just run off and let her do all the work (and perhaps use some magic if necessary, but only if it was necessary). It made his life a great deal easier, so he welcomed it with open arms.

This mission was no exception either. Sent to investigate rumors about a village hidden from the maps of the region — fully self-sufficient and completely isolated: it was a miracle it had been found at all. (Either that, or they were about to waste a good deal of time out here. That would be a pain.) Such a stone couldn’t go unturned, however, — not if it had anything to do with the deserter knights.

A unique form of dress and an even more foreign behavior... Just where did they come from? How long have they been here?

He halts suddenly, captivated by thought.

Just what is their history?

And from there, his mind spirals, consumed by questions and hypotheses of what could possibly be before they’ve even gotten all too close to the village. It starts to fatigue him, so he lets the questions rest (the big ones would come up again later anyhow.)

It’s in that moment, however, dazed as he was, that Linhardt had failed to notice the shadow of a great bird soaring overhead. It descends like a hawk, target locked onto within an instant. While he comes to still standing, it’s far too late to avoid impact.

(He’s pinned to the ground not a moment later.)

Head spinning and laying down in the dirt, he turns his head to look at his ally.

“Ah, Professor, mind helping me out here?”

@ashenprofessor

#[‘it is a long road to mastery.’] (threads)#[‘my arms are getting tired…’] (gauntlets +1)#[thread: 'head in the clouds']#[support: f!byleth]#[ ashenprofessor ]#// SLAM DUNKS #// apologies for the delay. i do be a sleepy boi!!#// also. lmk if you'd like anything changed!#// i have decided lin needs a bit of bullying too (and not just my other muses)

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woednesdayaddams · 1 year

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it’s either kill or be killed — the master of puppets and the marionette clearly don’t know how to get the job done . wednesday’s still alive , or at least still breathing , physically as worse as ever , though the mark they’ve left on her psyche remains significant and , above all , permanent . they might’ve failed to get the job done , however scars still remain , to remind her of a human’s misery of existence . she could’ve been more assertive , eyes like a hawk and knuckles prepared to strike them last . she couldn’t do it and it terrorized her each moment she was supposed to think of other deathly things ( and , instead , she found herself bearing this dread into reality ) . maybe they were over wednesday addams , but wednesday wasn’t over them . one last match to establish who wins and who loses had to commence , even if she has to dig each corner of the world to find them .

if there’s one thing she admires and despises simultaneously , it must be authorities' ways in which they lock up a convict — even her infant brother , pubert , could find them and he’s barely acknowledging he exists . but wednesday doesn’t mind it that they have made it easier for her to pay tyler galpin a visit . whoever said romance was dead couldn’t be more wrong ; when one goes after the other , prepared to commit homicide , like he did first and she does now , how can someone not believe in the complete malarkey that is romance . just the thought of that word makes her stomach twist and turn ; it’s disgusting , how can people look for that ?

nighttime had fallen as she got there , where tyler was presumably kept at bay . so far , no institution ( public nor private ) had been able to keep her contained , but what happens when she enters the institution by her own accords ? a sleuth at her core , she slips from bodyguards’ sight and marches her way towards the place , her blood pumping in her veins , adrenaline taking over her petite frame . the wait too long , but it was worth it . her fingers clasped unto the japanese weapons from her father’s collection — shuriken , or , better known as ninja stars — , one in each hand , prepared to be launched at her victim .

❝ how could you … ❞ her tone enquiring , to make her presence felt . she couldn’t bring herself to harm him — not before seeing him struggle , knowing that his little game with laurel gates wasn’t yet over and the tables had turned in wednesday’s favor . head slanted as one step is taken forward , ❝ … not finish what you started ? ❞ as soon as her query came to an end , there was a slight change in her demeanor , rims of her pout twitching upwards in a manner other than humane , brows arched up as a mockery , to mimic what he told her that one fateful night at the police station . ❝ or do you simply follow orders , like an obedient , empty headed animal who waits to get its treat ? ❞ dice casted , her grimace returning to its catatonic state , blank and emotionless — that’s the cue to run , for most creatures she stumbles across .

#forgaeven #♱ interactions.#you said bat wednesday chose ninja stars that's like the same thing #if you'd like anything changed do lmk ! i took a little liberty to say that he was in a place where bodyguards were also #i can easily switch it up to just in jericho

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fmdxsuji · 2 years

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“you’ve held a solo concert before, right?”

she’s gotten the okay from gold star to start planning for her own concert as well, but she wasn’t sure where to start. venue and all the technical stuff will be handled by her company, of course, but they’ve also left the concert setlist to be determined by her. if she could, she’d want to perform her whole discography, but then nobody would be able to get on the subway in time for the last train.

all her meetings with ash seem to happen this way. suji comes to meet someone for music-related help, and he’s there. never did she think that their circles would overlap so much, but then she thinks that it’s not too surprising that the music writing sphere is quite tight. if she’s remembering correctly, ash has held a solo concert before—maybe even more than once, but she can’t exactly remember—and while he doesn’t seem much like an advice giving type, maybe she can find some kind of inspiration from a short conversation.

“how’d you decide what to perform? i don’t want to look like a fool during my next meeting when the company directors ask me what i’d like to sing.”

@taeyongfmd

#taeyongfmd #( ♡ * // threads. )#[ okay this has absolutely nothing to do with the emoji u left ]#[ but my brain simply does not like to be creative so :/ ]#[ lmk if you'd like anything changed though!!! ]

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balladetto · 8 months

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cont. from here / @legendarylullaby

How does the saying go again? Better late than never?

As Link watches Zelda press the cooled jar to her eye, he presses the thought to his anger: a simmering, swelling thing in the curl of his fists and the set of his jaw. He'd arrived at the tailend of— this. Whatever this is, whatever she was doing here, ears catching all the mockery but hands too far from the fist that dealt the felling blow. It isn't her first time here from what he gathers — isn't her first loss here — but any hurts to his friends have always stung worse than his own; even if it seems she sought these out herself.

...Maybe especially when it seems she sought these out herself.

The tide recedes, momentarily, at her words. His fingers unwind. His shoulders slowly loosen. He moves to crouch beside her, back to the wall, head shaking with a noise of it's fine. She doesn't need to thank him for something like that.

"'This'," he repeats, voice fading into the faint bustle of the brighter streets. The quiet holds for a moment, stretched like the band of a slingshot drawn to the fullest, before it snaps with the breath that leaves him in an audible not-quite-sigh. He looks at her— keeps looking at her. His gaze hasn't really strayed from that big bruise, now covered, or the tiny patches of scraped skin, or the reddened contours of her face.

Concern has his brow puckered, his lips pursed. The questions on his tongue melt away for another time — save for one.

"Where's— where...else...s'it hurt?"

#legendarylullaby #01. legendarylullaby #( issie i am rubbing my hands giggling kicking my feet at having the first Interaction on this blog #be between my li.nk and your zel.da. this feels like a full circle oh my god.#IT CANNOT BE STATED ENOUGH. I AM SO HAPPY TO HAVE FOUND YOU AGAIN!! please bear with me as i work out this kid's voice again sfldjkfl #please do lmk if you'd like me to change anything!! )#* lionheart / ic.#undetermined verse tag for li.nk.

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feylived · 4 months

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she hasn't been in lima for years, but somehow it still manages to amaze her how much time seems to stand still here. things have changed since she put this town behind her all those years ago, and yet stepping into the community center set up for their ten year reunion, it feels like she's stepping into a place where space and time cease to exist, where she's transported back to the time when graduating high school and getting out seemed like the most important thing in the world.

except this time coming back actually feels like a breather, rather than the prison sentence she always thought it'd be.

"if they bring out the glee club to serenade us, i'm leaving." her tone's serious, even if the teasing smile tugging at her lips threatens to say otherwise. a joke . . . mostly.

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#story1ines #i don't write quinn in canon timeline but post canon living her best life? absolutely!#quinn fabray ♕ in character.#i left this kind of open for whoever you wanted to use but i figured if puck it might center around beth and how she's doing #but i wanted to leave it vague for you to decide but as always lmk if you'd like me to change anything!

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togethersmiled · 7 months

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Ochako can't help the shock from showing on her face as she sees who it is in front of her. Dabi... Touya, though it's long before he's revealed that name to the world.

Ochako doesn't know why she's so certain of it - of the fact that she's traveled back in time. But to her, it's as sure a fact as the sky being blue, written in her bones without explanation or evidence needed for her to believe it. She doesn't know why, but she wants to believe that maybe, when she made her wish... someone was listening, even though a miracle shouldn't have been possible - even though no-one had ever listened before.

Her wish - was for Himiko Toga to live. But can that really be granted so easily?

Right now, though, the villain before her is a much more immediate concern. It's strange, the feelings she has when she looks at him. Anger and fear are the strongest, making her heart pound with adrenaline and the readiness to fight, but when she thinks about everything she's learned about him, and the League of Villains... an uncomfortable, unfamiliar sensation rises up that seems to overshadow everything else. It might be wrong of her to feel this way, but... hadn't Himiko called Touya her friend?

Ochako shakes the thoughts away as quickly as she can. Right now, she has to hide before he spots her! ...Is what she's thinking, but it's too late for that now...

"W-wait!" she cries out instinctively, witnessing the look on his face. She's not afraid to fight if needed, but even so... "I'm not here for a fight!"

@hatecharred ( starter! )

#ic #hatecharred #v. main; tag tbd.#c. ochako.#i'm so sorry for the delay on this!!! ;;#but tysm for the follow! i'm super excited to write with you and i love dabi sm...#if you want any changes lmk and i can do that no problem #it's been a long time since i read the manga so i might be a bit iffy on some of the canon details; otl #so if i get anything wrong; feel free to tell me if you'd like it corrected <33

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