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[mr-bugs]

(WIP) i cant take this anymore i will shrivel up and die OH MY GOD

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[moonydustx]

Hii, i was wondering if you would like to write something about zoro being jealous? Just that haha :) btw i love your writing!

Hi Hi Hi! First, thank you for the request and the compliment, they really make my day. And second, sorry for the delay in writing, I ended up getting stuck with some work deadlines. I loved the idea and although our little greenie has a tough exterior, I think he would be one of those jealous people who refuses to admit it, you know? I think I ended up going on a more protective side with this one, but I hope you like it.

A not so friendly friend

Roronoa Zoro x F!Reader Warnings: Zoro is jealous and a little protective of his girl, he and F!Reader have a kind of secret relationship. A little smut at the end, nothing super explicit. Summary: The Straw Hats arrive on one of the islands where you lived for many years and, to your delight, you meet a long-time friend. Someone in the crew doesn't seem that happy.

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It was almost impossible to keep your euphoria contained within your body. You hadn't set foot on that island in years and finally, you could spend a few days there - even if it was just long enough to record the Log Pose.

"Someone seems anxious to me." Usopp leaned next to you as the Sunny finished docking in the small port.

"Right after I left my home island, I spent a few years here, I believe I can still find some friends."

"I hope they're nice people."

"They sure are!" the two of you quickly turned your attention to Luffy, who was shouting that everything was ready to disembark. The two quickly walked towards the group, this time Franky would be responsible for taking care of the ship.

"We're finally here!" Robin joined the two of you. "From what you told me, there's a big library around here."

"Yes, I'll take you there, we also have great restaurants…" you listed. "Wait, how are we going to split up?"

"Well, from what you told me, it's five days until Log Pose finishes recording and since it seems to be an important island for you, we can do most of the things together." Nami explained and waited for the others to agree. "We've already distributed everyone's money, but today we're going after…"

"Food!" Luffy interrupted her and immediately felt Nami's hand slap him. "But you promised to take me out for that delicious pie." he turned to you.

"Yes, we will. Let's go down first, shall we?" you asked and everyone immediately agreed.

Like many other times, you watched Zoro go down first and almost automatically stretch out his hand for you to support yourself and go down. That gesture didn't go unnoticed by your crewmates, but they knew your personality well enough not to question it.

The group continues calmly to the island's central square. New stores, old schools, even some salespeople were the same and seemed to have recognized you when you waved, your cheeks already hurt from the fixed smile.

"I remember in that bar over there one time…" you commented and heard something in the background.

"Kitten?"

Everyone immediately turned towards the voice that called you as they watched you become a figure as you ran towards the blonde haired boy.

"Leo!" recognizing your former friend immediately, you threw yourself into his arms, allowing the man to lift you off the ground.

"Seems like she's well liked here." Robin chuckled as he watched you practically spin around.

"Is he also a pirate?" Brook analyzed him. "What do you think."

"He seems like a nice guy." Chopper replied smiling

"Kitten?" Zoro practically groaned when he heard the nickname, muttering under his breath.

Even with the man's hands on your waist, squeezing you tightly and your laugh being heard from afar, the way the word had come out of the other guy's mouth made it clear that Zoro wouldn't like his stay there in that city.

"Guys, I need to introduce him to you…" you pulled the man by the hand, bringing him closer to the gang. "This is Leo, he was one of the best friends I had here."

"I went?"

"Still one of the best friends." you laughed, being pulled into a side hug by the man. "Let me introduce my friends, Straw Hats."

You made a point of introducing each friend one by one and again that seemed to bother Zoro. Friend? His little rationality reminded him that you had never made anything clear about the implicit situations between the two of you, but the small bad feeling - which he refused to name - bothered him.

"Come on, I'll take you to our base." the man continued holding hands with you and guided the others.

"Wow, how different you look." "So, how has it been exploring the sea?" "I bet you haven't found anyone as good as me."

Every time the man opened his mouth to praise you, Zoro felt his hand grip tighter against the sword in his sheath. Just one of the three and he would do all the damage that crossed his mind. It was a strange feeling, watching you there with someone else, even if they were talking. Something that stirred any butterfly that might exist in his stomach, that made his eyes turn red, his hands itch to get him out and take that Leo's place. Zoro hated this new feeling that came over him.

"Hey Zoro." your voice woke him up from his trance. "Did you know that Leo is also a swordsman?"

"Interesting." His tone of voice was almost cynical, going unnoticed by you.

"This one is the executor." Leo pointed to the sword in his sheath. "It was supposed to have another name." the man turned suggestively to you.

"I would never let you use my name for that thing." you grumbled, turning back to Zoro. "He's one of the best swordsmen on the island."

"What's your bounty?" the provocation was implicit in the cynical smile that adorned Zoro's lips and this time, it had reached your eyes.

"I don't have one." the man replied calmly, reassuring you.

"Interesting." Zoro repeated and followed in silence.

The others seemed distracted, talking amongst themselves, but your eyes started to turn around a few times, following the green-haired man who started to walk further behind the group.

The afternoon passed quickly on the island. You met up with some other friends who didn't seem to be as close as Leo and when night fell, everyone decided to go to a bar. Everyone except one person.

"Zoro, can we talk?" you asked, moving away from the group that entered the place full of drinks and noise. "What is happening?"

"About what?"

"You barely spoke to me today and now you're refusing to drink?" you stood on your tiptoes, to touch his forehead. "Are you sure you don't want me to call Chopper to make sure you're not sick?"

"Everything is fine." he responded directly, even if he wasn't harsh, his eyes made it clear that something was wrong. "I'm going to go back to Sunny, take advantage of the free time to train."

"Greenie, please." the nickname you used so much to irritate him came out sweeter than he expected from your lips. That made it even harder for him to deny any of your requests.

"It's okay sweetie." his hand touched yours and the memories of watching you all day arm in arm with Leo made him pull away. "Your friends are waiting for you, go."

You watched him leave and even though your body almost involuntarily wanted to follow him, you let Zoro return to the ship.

The remaining four days felt like an eternity to Zoro. Something told him not to move away from you and on the other hand, with every laugh you gave Leo's direction, it was as if he was hurting himself. Why did he have to feel this way? It was just a friendship, wasn't it?

He managed to control himself, many times he managed to control himself. Seeing you have lunch next to him, watching the man carry you from one place to another, the stupid gifts he insisted on giving you and even Leo daring to say he could train you with swords.

Zoro didn't know if there was a god or something, but he thanked the heavens when the last night began to fall. The next morning, you would set sail and he would no longer be forced to share his attention with the idiot who called himself your friend.

The tall bonfire at the edge of the small forest was surrounded by members of the Straw Hats, Leo and some other friends. Drinks and food piled up, as did stories and songs that Brook made a point of singing. Your lips no longer smiled so much, especially when your favorite swordsman met your gaze. He was distant, it had been five days since you had barely been able to speak to him and when you did, he seemed to be as dry as the Alabasta desert. On the other hand, these days you had met a much clingier version of Leo, even uncomfortable and you didn't know how to get away - and apparently the person who could help you with this, didn't seem to be so worried.

"Kitten?" Leo bent down, stopping at your ear level. "Can we talk alone real quick?"

"Why?" you asked, seeing him find the question strange.

"We need more booze!" the man ignored what you said and said it out loud. Pretending he wasn't already talking to you, he nudged you. "Come on, help me, kitten."

Zoro watched the man say something to you and your expression changed, sulking. Leo repeated the gesture again, ignoring that he had already spoken to you. Something possessive took over Zoro - something was wrong and he wouldn't sit still until he found out what it was. Leaving the sake aside, the swordsman stood up and, following a more hidden path than yours, accompanied you to the back of the warehouse - which was the supposed base that Leo had presented a few days ago.

"What is this, Leo?" you stopped in front of him, seeing that they had taken a different direction than you expected.

"I know you're leaving tomorrow, but… Why wouldn't you stay here?" he asked and you immediately shook your head, before your lips could even say it.

"They're my family now. I still adore you, everyone here, but I'm going back to the sea." Your answer seemed to disappoint him. "You know it's always been my dream."

"I know it's selfish of me." the man approached, holding your wrists and, more gently than you expected, he guided you against the wall. "I like you, I always have. If you want, we can go to the sea together, we can form a family, we can…"

"I have a boyfriend." Leo laughed in disbelief, still keeping your arms tied to his, in an even tighter grip. "Leo, you've always been my best friend. Let's not ruin that."

"Friends? You've been missing for years!" he growled, slamming your fists against the wall.

For a few seconds Zoro chose to just watch, hatred was in his eyes and if it weren't for your presence there, Leo would already be just a memory in this world. He knew you weren't a lady in distress and that if you wanted to get out of there, you would get out easily. But there was something written in your eyes, something he saw very few times in battle - fear.

Before the man repeated the gesture, you watched Leo's face get closer and when he was millimeters away, he stopped. His eyes immediately widened and before you understood what the glow was on the side of his neck, you saw a small trickle of blood appear on the man's jugular vein.

"Get your filthy hands off my girlfriend…" Zoro's low tone was even more threatening than if he had been shouting. "Before I take them out of your arms."

"So it's him." Leo muttered, frustration clear in his voice. "I should have suspected."

"I'm sorry." you whispered, without even understanding why you were apologizing.

"I could kill you right now and believe me, I'm still debating whether to do it." Zoro approached, now allowing Leo's entire neck to be covered by the blade. "But I'd hate to ruin the banquet."

"Don't worry about that." Leo threatened to pull his sword, but this time it was you who held his hand.

"Just go back there Leo, let's pretend this didn't happen." you asked and Zoro could now notice how stressed you looked, but at the same time relief appeared on your face.

"She's right." Zoro muttered, moving even closer to the man. "Let's pretend none of this happened and maybe tomorrow you won't wake up just to choke on your blood and die."

"Zoro!" Your voice sounded like a warning to him, who lowered his sword and let the man leave.

For a few seconds, the two of you just watched each other. It was good to be able to have your boyfriend there, finally within walking distance of you.

"How are you feeling?" Zoro took the initiative and held your hands, as if analyzing where the man touched you. When you felt them trembling, he placed a quick kiss between your fingers. "Did he do anything else?"

"No, he just wanted me to stay here." you let your body lean against the cold wall. "Why just now?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"All week I've been trying to reach you, bring you with me, integrate you with my friends here." you huffed, feeling Zoro get even closer to your body.

"I wanted to give you space." he lied and saw you laugh. The sound - which this time was exclusively for him - made Zoro's ego inflate.

"I didn't know you were the jealous type." a moan of relief almost escaped you when you felt his arms wrap around your waist.

"Not jealous, just protective."

"What's your bounty?" you imitated him, laughing again. "Isn't that jealousy?"

"No, kitten." this time, he let a soft laugh escape his lips.

"I am sorry dear." you sank into his chest, letting his hands slide down your back. "I was excited to see everything again and I didn't understand Leo's real intentions."

"And why didn't you defend yourself?" your eyes met his and then Zoro realized his mistake. "I mean, I'll always defend you, but I've seen you get out of worse situations."

"I know." Again you cuddled up, the cold wind sent shivers through your body. "It's just that he was a friend, you know? He saved me many times and I guess I didn't expect to have to fight with him. He was never a threat." The sound of Zoro's heart against your ear was comforting, it was like going back to any of the crows nest nights, where you would stay tangled up for hours. "I found his behavior strange, he was never like that, clingy. But I didn't know who to ask for help."

"I imagine it would be difficult." Zoro murmured, letting his lips touch the top of your head. "Sorry I didn't show up sooner, kitten." he teased you, getting another laugh from you.

"Time to stop this kitten."

"Are you sure, kitten?" he said again, but Zoro's voice came out a few octaves lower, his provocation took a new turn.

His hands that had been caressing your back found themselves on your waist and pressed you against the wall. One of them went up to your chin and held you steady, looking into his eyes, but not for long. Eliciting a moan, Zoro took your lips intensely. No time for little kisses, or any affection that could come first. His lips brought longing and the taste of sake, mixed with the sweetness of your lips.

One of his legs fit between your thighs, the hands that held your waist forced you against the fabric of his pants, moving you like an incentive. While the assault on your lips didn't stop, the heat in your intimacy began to accumulate and form a knot.

"Zoro, please." a strangled moan left your lips, trying hard to contain the noise and not attract the attention of anyone nearby.

"I'm here, love. I got you, just give it to me." his lips that bordered the sensitive spot below your ear took your lips and held all your moans just for him.

Zoro held you there for some time, sweat accumulated on your face as you were still panting. It was a version that didn't appear that often, but you loved it when Zoro lost himself caressing your face, letting his lips slide delicately across your skin.

"Zo, I think we should go back." despite yourself, you moved away from him a little. "By now, Leo should already have contact for everyone."

"Great, at least for one good thing this good-for-nothing will do." upon noticing your lost look, Zoro continued. "I was tired of hiding it."

"Are you sure?" his hands cupped your face, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

"I love you woman, how can I not be sure of that?" the confession brought a huge smile to your lips.

"I love you more greenie."

Zoro took the lead and with his hand tied in yours, he guided you back to the fire. It was as if nothing had happened, everyone was still talking and drinking. Still feeling your legs weak from the little time you and Zoro had, you sat down and let him go get drinks.

Upon returning to his place, Zoro saw that even without saying anything, Leo was still staring at you, practically on the other side of the fire. With his chest puffed out in ego and relieved to finally have you back in his arms, Zoro sat behind you, so that you were between his legs and when he handed you your drink, he placed a kiss and a light bite on your neck. You were his and from now on that would be very clear.

"It can't be! It's too bad luck all at once!" Sanji's tearful voice attracted the attention of both of you and made you laugh out loud when you saw that the blonde was complaining precisely about the little scene between you two. "What does this mosshead have that I don't?"

"I knew!" Nami screamed and ripped Chopper's hat off. "You can go give me your money, you idiots."

"You guys bet on us?" you asked indignantly and to Nami, Usopp and Franky's joy, apparently they were the two winners.

"This world needs to end…" you laughed even harder when you saw Sanji handing the money to the navigator.

"That's it, now there are two idiots wanting what's mine." Zoro pulled you even closer to his body. "Only mine."

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[pauls1967moustache]

it would go like this: john and paul would deem demselves more important than the others and gang up on them to eat them. george and ringo would sense this immediately and get away. then john and paul would start feeding pieces of themselves to each other in a codependent survival ritual, but at some point john would start arguing with paul because paul isn't giving as good pieces as john is giving him, so paul would be like "fine you can have an extra good piece", but he'd be like sooooo haughty about being the sacrificial lamb for john that it would only piss john off more, and then john would just keep pushing him like "fine i want your entire wanking arm", to call his bluff but paul would do it because he's stubborn, until eventually john will have eaten most of paul, which is the point where he'd start feeling guilty, but because he can't accept responsibility for his own actions he'll just keep trying to goad paul into eating loads of him to like even it up so he doesn't have to feel guilty, but paul is like like. dying at this point and he's like "i actually don't even want to." and john would get even more annoyed at him, and then they'd both starve for a while until one night john would wake up and find paul starving, delirous, limbless,chewing on his arm, but he'd be so relieved he wouldn't even be mad about it. and then they'd go back to their beginning deal where they feed each other pieces of themselves until they basically have no body left, and all they can do is pick at what's left of each other with their teeth, and they die with their jaws locked on each other's flesh, and the seagulls have to come finish off their rotting carcasses.

george and ringo got off the island three months ago btw.

[tonberry-yoda]

Promise - Bruno Bucciarati

notes - i kid yall not, i literally have a 200 pg document full of old fanfic from like 2 years ago, and this piece was in there! well, not this piece, but something like this. I wanted to get inspo and loved this too much not to share!!! I did a lot of edits and fixed it to make it more my style and I really love it. this writing was for a recent poll i did!! i love bruno so much and was really happy to write this!!! requests open april 1 btw and i am so excited to see all of your ideas <3333

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Bruno laid his hands out in front of you on the table face down. He finally let you convince him to let you paint his nails and you were smiling like an idiot picking some of your favorite colors that would suit Bruno really well.

"How long is this going to take?" He asked, trying to act annoyed, but failing as he was smiling just as much as you.

"Not long, Bruno. Not like you have anywhere to be."

"I am a capo." He said, trying to sound all big and tough.

"Nice try, Bucciarati, but isn't your so called, 'gang' out shopping for clothes right now and getting froyo?"

"Shut up," he giggled, watching you paint his nails delicately. You were always so gentle with him and that somehow made him love you so much more than he already did.

"Cara?"

"Hm?" You didn't look up and just kept painting his nails, your full focus on him at the moment.

"I promise to love you until the day I die. Even after that, I will never stop loving you." He whispered in your ear in Italian, sending a shiver down your spine.

You blushed and messed up on his pinky finger a bit, immediately going back to fix it and muttering an apology.

"It's alright, love." He told you, watching you fumble around for a moment. He grabbed your wrist gently and softly chuckled.

"Are you alright, cara?"

"I'm fine." You paused and looked into Bruno's dark blue eyes. "You just... don't know that, that's all."

"Oh, see, but I do." He told you with full confidence.

You pulled your eyes away from his and focused on his bangs instead, pushing them out of his eyes. "You need to get a haircut." You told him.

"You're changing the subject, love."

"Well," you twiddled your thumbs and looked down at your hands. "You might change your mind one day."

"What makes you say that?"

"You just don't want to make a stupid promise only for it to-"

"I don't think it's a stupid promise."

You looked up at him and his eyes were a bit confused, but still full of so much love.

"I'm just saying," you finished painting his nails and blew on them before checking if they were fully dry. "It might be a bad idea."

"Why would it be a bad idea?"

"Bruno, what if you don't love me forever?! What if you fall out of love with me... What if... I'm not enough for you?"

"Love that will never happen." He grabbed both of your hands and kissed your knuckles. "I love you with my entire being, I don't even think you understand. When I made that promise to you, I wasn't kidding,” he cupped your face, the golden sun pouring onto your bright eyes. “Do I make that clear?”

You nodded with a bright smile, tears forming in your eyes, but not from being upset. "Bruno, I love you more than the moon needs the sun, and I will forever love you, even after death."

Bruno smiled at you and brought his lips to yours, no one but the sheer white curtains and the sun there to watch.

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[canyon-tale]

. . I'm back, did you miss me 😋

Nonetheless, more dragon AU questions!

• What is Ink's job? Does he have a paintbrush substitute? Do the star sanses (dragons?) get along with eachother? (Since in canon Dream and Ink don't like eachother)

• Does Nightmare ever open up about his past? And does he have favorites in the gang? (Say, how he normally favors Cross in fanon works because Cross is super obedient)

• That brings me to, does Cross favor anyone in the gang and/or in the star sanses? Is he closer to some than others? What about with Ink?

• What does Dust use his cobra hood for? Is it like Cross' ability to puff his fur up to seem bigger and more threatening?

• Has Dream ever tried to uncorrupt Nightmare? (Like, earlier on, I know he gets to be uncorrupted but did Dream like try idk how to explain)

• Did Dream get frozen up into stone? I saw once you did share an image of different age sizes and Nightmare seemed the biggest so I assumed he's still old.

• If I place my hand on Cross' fur does it just sink on forever? (Joke question, you don't have to answer)

I get a lot of ideas as I go and this au is literally my favorite thing I want to know everything

Hello again :D!

Fhslkhfsajfk I'm honestly so flattered you enjoy this au so much! And I'm sure other people who follow it appreciate the questions as well since it helps me write more info about it!

Some long answers again, so just like before, replies under the cut ✨

• What is Ink's job? Does he have a paintbrush substitute? Do the star sanses (dragons?) get along with eachother? (Since in canon Dream and Ink don't like eachother)

Similar to canon, Ink's job is to protect the multiverse! Not really an official job given to him by a god like Error or Reaper, not from what he remembers at least, but a “natural calling” that he follows. 

This also made me realize I never explained how this multiverse works, but basically in this setting AUs are like clusters of orbs. They’re created by the gods to work as decoys to protect the True universe from being found by the Stalker of Void, who has a bad habit of wanting to destroy or alter creations made by the other gods. The further an AU is from the True one the more differences it will have from the original, and Alternate Timelines are the ones who cluster closest around the True one. 

The gods don’t always finish their decoy universes, so there’s a lot of small or unfinished orbs in the multiverses. Ink is able to help those AUs grow and catch the attention of the gods again. These AUs are also the most likely to be attacked by Error, who is tasked by the Maid of Bones to destroy decaying, incomplete, and “defective” AUs. The cycle of creation and destruction is an important balance.

As for the other questions, Ink does have an ink like magic in the tip of his tail that looks like a brush head. This magic is able to create things, and definitely breaks some rules of magic and physical laws in the universe, which is very similar to how void magic works and looks 👀  

And the Stars do get along, and have a flight of their own together with some other friendly faces, like Red and Outer! Ink and Dream do have a similar disagreement to canon at one point, where Ink is set in protecting the natural state of AUs even if they’re negative and their inhabitants are suffering. Dream does not agree with this at all at first, but around the time when he and Nightmare call their truce he’s beginning to understand the balance of the multiverse and the necessity of those aus. He doesn't like it, and doesn't feel any better about it, but he understands it and Ink’s job, making them able to keep being friends and flightmates.

• Does Nightmare ever open up about his past? And does he have favorites in the gang? (Say, how he normally favors Cross in fanon works because Cross is super obedient)

Nightmare does open up eventually, but not fully. The others know bits and pieces, but Dream is the only one who has a full picture. Which btw isn’t the same as canon, much less “lets bully the lil kid until he breaks” and more “lets guilt this scaleless lil scholar into going to war with us by convincing him it will keep his brother safe, and then manipulate and traumatize him to the point where he starts to grow scales and shifts sub-class to a guardian!”

I wouldn’t really say Nightmare has a favorite, since the Night flight is poly he loves all his boys equality and in different ways. I am currently working on a post explaining flight dynamics and bonds, but basically dragons are naturally polyamorous and can have three types of mates! They tend to have a lot of platonic mates (wingmates, think close familial bonds), a few intimate mates (talonmates, don’t actually have to be romantic but basically dating or QPRs), and then a couple of mates they have eggs and raise kids with (heartmates, pretty much marriage). 

Cross, Dust, and Horror are talonmates to Nightmare, while Killer and Error are his heartmates, but he shares a strong bond with all of them and he favors them all individually in specific areas.

As for Cross specifically, Nightmare really values his strategies and battle knowledge. Nightmare is very knowledgeable in this area himself, since he's been in war in the past, but he values Cross' input and always let him in on mission planning and such. In their down times they often enjoy games of chess together.

Let me know if there's any other specific ships you want to know more about, otherwise I will ramble on forever XD;

• That brings me to, does Cross favor anyone in the gang and/or in the star sanses? Is he closer to some than others? What about with Ink?

Nightmare, Killer, Horror, and Dust are Cross' talonmates and his heartmates are Dream and Epic! His and Epic’s relationship is a bit controversial since heartmates are traditionally meant to have kids together, and while the saurian dragons are also hermaphrodites Cross’ don’t personally want to carry eggs due to his gender dysphoria, and Epic don’t really want kids. They’re just two romantic dudebros! Now Cream on the other, will def have a ship kid in the future uwu

Ink and Cross were close before Cross joined Nightmare. Similar to Underverse, Ink did spend quite a bit of time with Cross in his dying au where they befriended each other, until Ink being Ink eventually started forgetting to visit. Cross was quite hostile toward Ink after that, feeling abandoned and betrayed, and would often focus his attacks on Ink when the Night and Star flights would clash. After the truce they did manage to patch up their past relationship and would eventually become wingmates.

I was able to dig out this old shipping grid, which I made for one of my saurian aus (when I used just the word “saurian” instead of “saurian dragons” I mean the AU setting in which saurians are humanoid dragon shapeshifters, this au!). Some of these have probably changed in the dragon au, but with a quick glance over, it mostly still corrects for what I have planned!

Tho as always, if you have other preferred ships you are more than welcome to ship those within this AU setting, or make your own version of the au! Go nuts!

• What does Dust use his cobra hood for? Is it like Cross' ability to puff his fur up to seem bigger and more threatening?

Exactly! The hood is pretty unique to Dust, as it was part of his mutation after getting his carnage subclaim, but it isn’t rare for scholar class dragons to have a threat display like that. Since they’re scaleless they’re pretty vulnerable to close up physical attacks so many develop some kind of intimidation tactic that can deter enemies or predators from wanting to attack them.

• Has Dream ever tried to uncorrupt Nightmare? (Like, earlier on, I know he gets to be uncorrupted but did Dream like try idk how to explain)

He did, but there's technically no way to break a void corruption in normal cases. Once you’ve been claimed by the Stalker there is no turning back, there’s no reason for it to unclaim you. The only reason Killer and Night both broke the corruption was because the Stalker never had full control over Nightmare. It definitely influenced his thoughts, but it couldn’t turn him into a puppet due to Nightmare being a Mind demi-god. The only reason why it unclaimed Killer was to use Killer as leverage against Nightmare when he started to turn against it. It then unclaimed him as well, when Nightmare and Dream entered the void realm to fight it, simply to remove the small advantage the claim would give Night in the realm.

So Dream would read up on ways to break the corruption early on, maybe tried one or two things, but quickly came to the conclusion that it wouldn’t work.

• Did Dream get frozen up into stone? I saw once you did share an image of different age sizes and Nightmare seemed the biggest so I assumed he's still old.

Yes! Going to talk about this in the future because Dream is not the only one affected by this condition, but the dragons have a kind of failsafe instinct in which they can use the magic in their body to encase themselves in crystals. This basically puts them in stasis for the indefinite future, there’s no guarantee of when or if they will wake up.

This can only happen if the dragon has a lot of magic stored up, so a dragon who’s been in battle and used a lot of their magic wouldn’t be able to attempt to save themselves like this. 

In Dream’s case it was actually Nightmare who made him trigger this, using his mind magic, as a way to protect him. Of course Night couldn’t have known Dream would stay in his crystal shell for 500+ years, and when Dream finally broke out, Nightmare wasn’t anywhere to be found, leading him to leave the au in search for answers.

• If I place my hand on Cross' fur does it just sink on forever? 

Absolutely, be prepared to sink into the softest and fluffiest heaven! Or hell, depending on if you’re a willing victim or not... You might be trapped in the fluff void for a while uwu

#ink sans #dream sans #nightmare sans #cross sans #dust sans #utmv #bad sans gang #bad sans poly #star sanses #star sans poly #dragon!Ink #dragon!Dream #dragon!Nightmare #dragon!Cross #dragon!Dust #utmv dragon au #ask

[bardicgoose]

Just got reminded of why I love DnD again.

Context: (Curse of Strahd campaign, so yay bisexuality and vampires, ps. Spoilers ahead)

So in our last session, the party was personally invited by Strahd for dinner at Ravenloft. So we did what any reasonable person would do, agreed and made our way to the sexy (clearly bbeg) vampire's mansion. While visiting we had a lovely meal, shared stories and found that Sam's (another PC's) sister is a guest of Strahd's.

Gwyndolin (my PC) being a bard, and everyone teasing me IRL, resulted in IRL me having to sing a song for entertainment at dinner after Strahd played a piece on his pipe organ. Having proficiency in piano/pipe organs, I asked Strahd if he would allow me to make use of his instrument, he pat the seat next to him and beckoned me to come and play. I then chose to sing the following:

Now my brain didn't register that Strahd's first love (a redheaded woman) allegedly killed herself by jumping of her balcony. I/Gwyndolin finishes singing, turns towards Strahd and find him weeping what looks like blood, he calls me his dear, that I remind him of someone who was very close to his heart and says we are welcome to stay the night.

His manservant shows the party to our room, the beds we're given are covered in rose petals, and we have a bookshelf filled with smutty novels. (These were actual readable books generated by AI btw, Example:My favorite was the castle of shrouded desires)

We leave the castle in the morning and start looking for leads on where to head next.

Session ends and now tonight:

Was working late IRL and could only join session tonight halfway through. Join session to find party members fighting for their lives against a couple of revenants. Party decided that we needed a lore reason why Gwyndolin (my PC) took so long to help.

We decided that since we had a bunch of smutty literature we found, Gwyndolin, innocent blushing boi that he is, was so enthralled by the romantic books that he had no idea where he was or what was happening.

When he finally looks up and realizes that his friends are in danger, this man summons 8 giant badgers, surrounding the revenants and has them overwhelmed within 3 turns.

Also obligatory art of my precious boy Gwyndolin.

#soft boi #dnd #blushing #bard #protective #found family #oc #oc art #chaotic dumbasses #curse of strahd #bisexual #achilles come down #Strahd has a crush #oh shit #Imthecrush #my fragile heterosexuality #Spotify

[anonymous-dentist]

hi you do t gotta answer this btw but I was just wanna what’s gonna happen to your books? like if you’ll delete them or you’ll stop updating? bc you’re one of the best and funniest writers in the fandom and id be devastated if you were gonna stop writing. you don’t have to if you don’t want to , don’t take this as me pressuring you sorry, I just wanted to know.

Here’s what I’m planning as of today, the 18th of October:

I really don’t think I’ll finish any of my wips that include c!Dream. That’s gross. CC!Dream is a piece of shit human being and that’s what I’ll say on that, I’m not even remotely caught up on any of the controversy and, frankly, I don’t need to be.

This is a goodbye to You’re Dead, most likely, among… pretty much every other dsmp fic I’ve ever written. Is it perhaps performative to stop writing dsmp fics because of something horrible the creator did? No, because fuck that guy. I’m extremely attached to my stories and my worlds, but not only do I want to stop supporting him even tangentially, but it would just make me feel gross to even look at his name.

This sucks! But I’ve been thinking about this really hard for the past weekend plus some days, and I’ve decided that, while there is a vast disconnect between character and content creator, it’s truly impossible to separate the two entirely.

Do I still love the characters? Yes! Not even gonna lie, talking about c!karlnapity and the Las Nevadas and Kinoko gangs helped me get through a lot this past year. So as of right now, as you may have noticed, I’m still talking about those characters. I just can’t morally allow myself to write about anything involving that universe at the moment. Until we hear from other content creators if they’re ditching that shitbag or not, I can’t bring myself to write about their characters, as much as that sucks. Plus it is the Dream SMP. Can’t exactly avoid the connotations there, can I?

Not to detract from the victim(s?), but this whole situation sucks for a lot of people. This is a huge community that has been impacted. A lot of talented artists and writers are gonna be gone.

The way I’m seeing it as of right now as I answer this ask in a Starbucks five teas into a book on late-stage Populism is that I’ll finish the two dsmp projects I am obligated to finish. You’ll see my work in those, but from there? I don’t know. We’ll just have to see how it shakes out, I guess.

I am keeping everything up, though! And I’m always willing to talk about my works (Soap has been hearing a Lot about you’re dead recently)! I just don’t think I’ll ever update them again.

That being said, this gives me a chance to work on writing for other fandoms I’ve been avoiding. I wanna write for Empires! I wanna write for Hermitcraft! I’m not done writing, I just can’t work on what… most of my followers know me for. Which sucks. But everything about this situation sucks.

Also I’m working on two original novel concepts I’ve been toying with since 2018 AND I’m actually gonna turn I thiiiiink You’re Dead or my unnamed vigilante au (the one I was gonna post on Friday and never did) into an original piece of fiction, so! That’s cool!

Sorry if this isn’t the answer you wanted, and this is all I’m gonna say on the whole situation. It’s a tough time for a lot of people, and I’m staying well out of the whole situation for personal reasons.

Signed, A.D.

#asks! #anon! #dream situation #that’s the tag right?

[areseebee]

23, 24, & 27!

[in reference to this ask game]

23. fics you wanted to write but didn't

i wanted to write way more michelle-centric fic - both one in the same sort of vein as personal space (i.e. sort of a character study) and one that's focused on the cousin-sibling relationship between her and james. i do have bits and pieces of things from michelle's POV floating around in my gdocs, but nothing will see the light of day for a while.

beyond that, anything i really wanted to write, i did! now it's just a matter of finishing it...

24. favorite fic you read this year

my reading habits were all over the place this year, both in terms of frequency and fandom. i am not super great at keeping up with reading fanfic when i'm also writing it, especially fanfic for the fandom in which i'm writing, which is not conducive to building fandom community (i am so bad at keeping up with the derry girls tag on ao3, it is a regular source of shame). with that said! here are two of my favorite derry girls fics from this year:

A decade and then some by madeinfrance: forever a favorite. beyond being absolutely lovely, i read it in may when it was posted and the way it helped me start to conceptualize a post-show gang is something that was very formative for my own derry girls fic writing. i linked to madeinfrance's ao3 profile above too because they've written other great derry girls fic!

a different way to be by tiffanyachings: this one is a lot more recent, but i loved it. it truly felt like being in erin's head in a way that was wholly delightful to me and so spot on with how i see erin. it felt like getting to read exactly what i wanted to read without having to put in the time and the work to write it which is truly the best kind of fic - the kind that feels exactly catered to your specific interests.

27. favorite fanfic author of the year

starkswinterfelling (this links to her ao3 profile btw). she writes bridgerton fic so there might not be too many people who follow me who are interested (idk what the crossover is) but we all need fic heroes and honest to god this is one of them for me. if you like bridgerton and the most expertly crafted stories, look no further.

#ask game

[stenka-razin]

Generations is bad though. Like it’s not so much of a movie as it is a movie that has a bunch of loose ends grafted onto it. And the core movie isn’t very great. Thematically Kirk didn’t need to come back of course, but this movie actively hurts his character arc from the previous films. Those were all about him rediscovering what he loved about exploration (and for us the audience, rediscovering what we love about the show). Here he seems to regret his whole career and the missed life he could have had with... lady we never meet.

Malcolm McDowell (forgot his character) is a weak villain. His cutting marks to Picard are really just coincidences. He doesn’t know shit about Picard so when he says “Time is a fire in which we all burn” to Picard (whose nephew burnt to death off screen which btw wtf it’s so horrific but the way it’s just mentioned is kind of hilarious) it’s more akin to saying “well I should kill myself lmao” to a casual acquaintance then learning their brother just committed suicide last month. It’s more of a faux pas than villainy. As for his core conceit... he doesn’t want to die? Like that’s Malcolm McDowell’s whole motivation. It’s relatable I guess, but I mean, like, tough shit? No reason to destroy planets and shit.

Most of the remaining cast is wasted. Data finishes an arc introduced by the show and is annoying. That’s the closest to a b-plot. Meanwhile Guinan has more to do than the rest of the regulars (except Geordie who gets to be tortured to set up an action set piece). I honestly can’t remember anything Crusher does besides getting pushed into water.

Oh also also also. The climax is stupid. They need to stop McDowell from blowing up a planet and throwing them into the Nexus. But when you’re in the Nexus you can exit the Nexus to any point in time? So if they fail... they can just leave the Nexus and try again. And if they fail... they can just leave the Nexus and try again. And if they fail....

Oh also it’s BORING. Like the third act is over 40 minutes long and most of that is Kirk and Picard’s cabin vacation. These two? No chemistry. Just putzing around until the final action set piece which is famously anti-climactic.

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Insurrection is bad though. Like it’s a solid first draft of a script that rather than work out some inconsistencies to, they just through in a bunch of kid friendly scenes and action schlock to keep asses in seats. Like Federation doing something unethical for their own benefit, forcing the gang to rise up? Great idea. In fact it’s stuff Star Trek trades in on the reg. But here it’s so hackneyed, because they go out of their way not to have stakes. 600 Baku are being forcibly removed to save BILLIONS of lives. That’s BILLIONS plural. And here’s the kicker which drives me insane. Yeah, forcing people off their land is wrong and you can’t ends justify the means that. BUT. No one in the film just asks the Baku to leave. Because if they did and the Baku said no... that kind of makes the Baku look like the biggest dicks in the galaxy, right? And let’s be equally clear. This is not some ancestral homeland of the Baku. They migrated here within the lifetime of a living generation. And if they really wouldn’t want to share their entire PLANET to save the lives of BILLIONS, they’re assholes. And if they say yes... no movie. It’s a bad script.

Data is once again terrible here, though it’s the storyline more so than Spiner’s acting. This is the kind of dumb kiddie fair that I’m pretty sure kids never liked. “Don’t forget to play!” is so dumb, especially considering its coming from what is essentially a space Amish. And like, this plotline develops after the kid witnesses his family screaming as their abducted. Like if I just ran for my life and have no idea if my family is safe I am not investing time in teaching the Tin Man hide and seak.

Picard’s romance plot... like ok. So your polling shows audiences like romance subplots so you gotta do one I guess. Fine. Didn’t need to happen but let’s accept it. Here’s what drives me nuts though. The crux of this is the adage that “one perfect moment can last a life time” which kind of runs counter to the fact that the Baku are hogging life extending magic to themselves at the expense of BILLIONS of people (like the villain in generations!). But even accepting this adage is true...it makes no sense in the film when it becomes explicitly literal. Lady survives a life threatening wound because she’s so hot for Jean-Luc that time slows down and she doesn’t bleed out?????????? The fuck????

Oh you know what else sucks. This would have been a perfect opportunity to actually use the supporting cast. Make them fight over whether or not it really is worth abandoning the (600) Baku to save BILLIONS of lives. It could get pretty heated and personal. As long as we’re insurrecting, let’s insurrect against characters we care about rather than Admirals we don’t give two shits about. But nah, we get boobs firming up and Klingon pimples. But I’m not even gonna lie, I actually love the Gilbert and Sullivan scene. Especially when Picard acts like Worf is the biggest idiot alive for not knowing two relatively popular composers from another planet that are 5+ centuries dead. 

#star trek #a very very long TNG post

[mr-bugs]

lil update on it

#art #ultrakill #digital art #gabriel ultrakill #art wip #mrbugsart #this gonna make me freak bro #couple days left of school #this feels.. #surreal #idk how i feel about this #it feels like just yesterday school started #im glad its over #but at the same time #im gonna be bored #soooo bored #whatever #time will pass anyway #gang the finished piece is up btw

[sodalebooks07]

How I imagine the gang would react if Zu wore Roman’s hoodie

Everyone just sitting around the breakfast table in Haven.

 Ruby making pancakes at the stove, Liam and Priyanka literally having a toast eating competition (Priya winning btw). Vida texting someone, a pissed look on her face and Chubs reading the newspaper ‘like the 400 year old man he is’ Vi remarks.

Zu and Roman coming down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Priyanka is first to notice the blue hoodie, which fits Roman fine, but is SWAMPING, literally SWAMPING Zu.

Priya: *eyes wide and looking between them* *piece of toast falls out of her mouth*

Ruby sees next, blinking rapidly then smiling. Remembering when she and Lee were like that-

Vida and Chubs look up and Vida’s eyes narrow. Chubs clears his throat. “Is that-”

Zu: What?

“Roman’s hoodie? Yeah.” Priya smirks. Roman just sitting down next to her silently and Zu following.

Liam FINALLY catching on after 50000 years. “Wait a second!”

Ruby casually serving pancakes like it’s no biggie but is secretly tearing up at how much Zu has grown up and the fact she now has a Roman...

Vida sipping her coffee and eyeing them both over the rim of the mug. “So Zu, how long have you two been together?”

Priya grinning gleefully just answers for her friends, “not long.”

An awkward silence.

“Isn’t it a bit early to be sharing clothes?” Chubs asking.

Zu being so confused like, “what do you mean?”

“Just that...”

“Chubs?”

“You’re both only kids and-”

“For God’s sake I’m 17!”

Ruby butting in to defend ZuZu. “Charles, leave her alone.”

Liam piping up now. “That’s still too young to be dating a boy.”

“You and Ruby were together when she was only 16.”

Puppy Lee having no comeback.

“Your point being?” Vida picking up the debate now.

Zu getting annoyed. “It’s just a sweatshirt. I don’t see the big deal!”

“It’s a BOY’S sweatshirt Suzume.” Chubs literally being such a mom on this.

“It’s Roman’s! It’s not like he’s just some random boy. He’s my-”

A PAUSE LONGER THAN THIS POST

Priya gasping in mock horror. 

Liam looking ready to have a heart attack.

“Finish that fucking sentence Zu.” From Vida

Ruby jumping in here to save grace. “Let’s just all move on...”

“So you admit your a couple?” Lee SHUDDERING, LITERALLY SHUDDERING AT THE WORD ‘COUPLE’

Zu blushing

Priyanka opening her mouth

And making things

Twenty.

Times.

Worse.

Scrap that

20,0000 times worse.

“Of course she is. I mean, would they sleep in the same bed if they weren’t?”

H O L Y   S H I T

Chubs actually short circuiting

Liam knocking his plate off the table

Vida almost breaking the table she’s gripping it so hard

Ruby ready to stop a fight

Roman and Zu both blurting out excuses

“Priya!”

“I get cold, you all know that!”

“And sleeping in Roman’s bed is the only solution?” Liam demanding to a red faced ‘couple’

“I’m sure they do more than sleep.” Priyanka literally digging a hole for her friends

Roman protesting

Chubs taking a deep, controlled breath

“Well. I think about thirty years of my life span has been knocked off. I hope you kids are using contraception-~”

Zu just getting up and leaving the table.

So done

#volkimura #the darkest minds #the darkest legacy #rubiam #chda #sorry this was so random #working on a rubiam oneshot I swear!!!

[waynedunlaptheorgandonor]

watched s11ep1

i will provide you with a quick review before i disappear back into the ether of twd avoidance

lots of spoilers under the cut. also i wrote way too much and i worked all night and haven’t slept so i didn’t bother to reread literally any of it, so it might be completely nonsensical, tho if you don’t expect that from me by this point idk whose blog you’ve been reading

enjoy:

hokay, first off, i’ll start by saying that i enjoyed it more than i expected to. i’ve been avoiding any sort of discussion about stuff, but my google algorithm is so fucked at this point that i still get recommended articles and stuff every now and then, so i was already pretty aware of what i was walking into, and was expecting it to be eh, but actually i prob enjoyed it more than i enjoyed the finale

(don’t get too excited tho, the finale was rly boring lmfao)

anyway

episode starts off with a tense scouting mission

it takes .005 seconds into the episode for caryl to exchange a look of longing, establishing that they are still having weird conflict and are both too fucking stubborn to do anything about it even tho they hate it desperately

i imagine that will continue for a while

rosita, kelly, carol, maggie, what’s her face with the bad hair, and lydia (i think that’s everyone?) lower down to some army bunker or something, where a bunch of walkers are taking a snooze, and the girls are very respectful of walker naptime, and do their best not to wake them up

obviously they eventually wake up, but i’ll get to that in a sec

as they’re tiptoeing through the walker tulips, there’s this split second where carol spots a machine gun, and looks at maggie with a face like, “can i plzzzz, i am mad horny for that machine gun,” but maggie tells her no. (i 110% expected her to defy orders and accidentally wake up all the walkers, but she actually behaved herself for once. well. mostly)

never fear, tho, after the girl gang collects a bunch of MREs they go back to wait for the dudes waiting up top to pull them up, and bc men ruin everything, one of the ropes break, and daryl catches it before it falls, but then a slow motion drop of blood falls on a walker’s face, and just like that, walker naptime is over, and carol uses her bow and arrow for two seconds before she is like “fuck this” and whips out the machine gun

yes, she is super hot using it

yes, daryl watches her do it

anyway, all the other girls get rescued, and carol is about to be pulled up, but bc she is a #girlboss, she first makes a beeline for one more crate full of MREs. daryl covers her while she gets the loot, and when she gets back up top they have another charged moment as carol hands him back his knife

just fuck already, jfc

titles!

cut to alexandria where everything is still not smilestimes

BUT, we do get to see uncle daryl run and hug rj and judith (and dog), and FUCKING HERSHEL JR, LIGHT OF MY LIFE is also there

istg, they could not have casted a better child, i a d o r e him

oh, and some friends of maggie’s show up too, idk

cut to a staff meeting where everyone is like, whomp whomp, we’re all gonna starve to death unless we figure out something quick

cue maggie going, “oh, i know where food is, but it requires me to tell you my tragic backstory, in case anyone didn’t watch my bottle episode”

she tells her dramatic backstory about all her friends getting slaughtered by the reapers for no apparent reason, and then she’s like “anyway, let’s go back there!”

no one thinks it’s a great idea, but a group of people decide to go anyway, including daryl and gabriel. rosita is super pissed that gabriel is going, and carol doesn’t go, probably partly bc it’s a shitty fucking idea, and also bc they have to keep caryl apart bc otherwise they’ll fix their problems ahead of schedule and they won’t be able to drag out the needless angst

daryl looks kind of annoyed that carol doesn’t volunteer to go 

bitch, i thought you wanted her to stop putting herself in the line of fire! make up your damn mind!

moving on

cut to a thunderstorm, where, if you look closely, you’ll notice daryl is wearing the STUPIDEST hat i’ve ever seen. just get an umbrella, jfc

for some reason negan is with them, bc ig he knows his way around washington dc, and no one in six years has bothered to figure out how to get around the city and/or get a map, and he is like “hey guys, maybe we shouldn’t try to walk in this fucking hurricane,” and everyone is like “FUCK YOU NEGAN, YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF US!!!” 

this will be a common occurrence 

but eventually daryl is even like “actually, it’s rly unpleasant out here, and my hat is mad stupid, can we go inside plz?”

so they go inside an old metro station, which is actually a rly cool cinematic choice. i rly like the idea, and they executed it rly well

speaking of executions

there are some fucking RULL CREEPY walkers. idk why they bothered me so badly, but they were what they at first assumed were corpses wrapped up in tarps, but turns out none of them had been properly put down, so they go through killing these rotted bodies that had supposedly been there since The Fall, and it’s very gross and cool

this entire time, btw, negan is like “hey, i know i’m a shitty person, but i have some rational arguments about why we shouldn’t be doing this right now,” and everyone is like, “FUCK YOU NEGAN, YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF US!!!” and he’s just like “god fucking damnit”

(i forgot to mention that at one point, when they’re headed into the metro station, negan is trying to warn ppl of the potential danger, and everyone is ignoring him, and he tries to talk to daryl, and daryl is like “fuck you, you think we’re BUDDIES?” and negan is like “oh, ok, so you’re gonna be like that too? fanfreakingtastic” and it’s very funny)

anyway. a fat monster zombie escapes its tarp at one point, and tries to eat some npc, and negan saves him, again is like “hey, anyone else realize that this is a FUCKING BAD PLAN?”, and everyone is like “we don’t care, you’re still shitty and we’re not listening to you, and you don’t actually care about random npc i would literally not be able to pick out in a lineup bc his face is so generic, you’re not the boss of us!!!”

it’s at this point that negan finally is like, “why am i even here? bc i know how to get around washington dc? do none of you have a map?” and i was like, “right?! that’s what i said!” 

it’s then revealed that maggie only brought negan along to murder him under the guise of “oops, he got hurt in the line of duty, it wasn’t my fault,” and daryl has this look on his face that says, “i seriously need to stop hanging out with lethal women bent on revenge bc it’s gonna give me high blood pressure,” and maggie has a badass moment where she points a gun she has for some reason at negan and is like “i have like, one shred of human compassion left inside of me, and if you keep pushing me i will fucking kill you without a second thought, so shut the hell up”

(in her defense, negan had just dropped glenn’s name to purposely antagonize her, which was rude as hell)

(for the record, i’m completely on maggie’s side here, but negan still is right that trapping themselves in a metro station is a bad call)

anyway, moving away from that briefly

i think this jump cut happens sooner, i don’t actually remember, but whatever who cares, point is, we get to the part of the show that actually matters, and that’s anything involving my love, juanita “princess” sanchez

and also eugene, yumiko, and ezekiel

they are being asked increasingly invasive questions by commonwealth ppl, some of which i wish they actually would of answered (what do they use to wipe their asses with?? surely toilet paper has long since become extinct)

zeke, who is so much more tolerable as a character now that he’s not larping as a king, has this incredibly weird and sort of sexually charged moment with a dude in an orange stormtrooper costume, where he’s like, “i bet you were an asshole cop back before The Fall, you stupid fascist, #fuckthepolice, mb literally? idk, this moment has a lot of pent up aggression that could easily translate to hate sex, it might just be the intense eye contact, but w/e, let’s just move along,” and then he has a coughing fit to remind the audience that he’s currently dying of cancer, and orange stormtrooper is like “lolz, loser, drink some water you dumb piece of shit”

cut to the wholesome foursome sitting at a picnic table in a guarded courtyard eating gruel, and yumkio, who finally has a personality, and princess are like “hey, this place fucking sucks, can we leave?” and zeke is like, “yeah, i met this orange stormtrooper who i think might be dtf and/or murder, so we should probably bounce”

but eugene is like, “but i want some hot stephanie ass, and also some bullshit excuse about how mb commonewealth will save alexandria” which, they left before things went super downhill, right? idr. it was after hilltop fell, but they don’t know alexandria got fucked either, if i recall? w/e, not important

two seconds after he says this, they talk to some people who are like “we’ve been here for four months, or maybe it’s been nine, i don’t actually remember, i’ve stopped processing the passage of time,” and the wholesome foursome takes this as a bad sign, tho that’s just the life i’ve lived as a night worker during a pandemic, so i was like #mood

but then they watch some guy get dragged away screaming to get “reprocessed” and eugene is like “ok, nvm, let’s bounce”

(my theory on what “reprocessing” is, is that they’re stuck in a room and have to watch hours and hours of customer service training videos on vhs from the 90s)

i definitely got my jump cut scenes mixed up bc i think the negan accusing maggie of a murder plot thing happened in between this scene and then the next commonwealth scene, but w/e, i’ll just finish what happens in the commonwealth arch

the wholesome foursome are trying to hatch a plan to escape, except princess, my love, is distracted watching some stormtroopers flirt, and the other three are like “wtf, dude, how can you even tell any of them apart?” and princess then tells them every stormtroopers backstory bc she is brilliant and pays rly close attention to shit, and the other three are like, “this is useful information, thank you for being an insane person”

their plan involves yumiko and eugene dressing up as stormtroopers and leading princess and zeke out of the place, which works fine actually, except on their way out they come across the Depressing Wall of Probably Mostly Dead Missing Loved Ones

they’re about to leave, when princess is like, “wait, yumiko, you’re on here, that’s weird huh?”

sure enough, yumiko  is on the wall, with a note from ig her sister 

the scene ends with yumiko going, “guys...i can’t leave...i have tragic backstory to unveil”

tragic backstory to be continued ig

back in murder metro town, npc and some other npc have stolen all the supplies, there’s a train blocking the track, and a horde of walkers are coming towards them, so things are not going fantastic

they horde is too big to take down, so they start to climb on top of the train car to get away

but dog runs away!

and daryl, being every pet owner ever, is like “gotta go get my dog, guys, try not to get killed while i’m gone, c u soon!” and he ducks under the train and disappears

#priorities

the episode ends with maggie climbing up the train car but getting grabbed by a walker and dangling off the edge, and negan is there and they have a lion king moment where maggie is like, “scar! help me!” and negan is like “long live the king, bitch” and walks away into the shadows, leaving maggie to a potential death

which, while i know isn’t actually going to happen, would be a really fucking funny move on the writers’ part

like, “look, lauren’s back! and now she’s dead, bet you didn’t expect that!”

anyway

my assumption is negan will actually end up helping her up or something, continuing his ambiguous morality bullshit that actually isn’t ambiguous bc he BEAT GLENN TO DEATH WITH A FUCKING BAT WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE IN FRONT OF HIS PREGNANT WIFE

the maggie/negan arch is kind of dumb, but whatevs, i’ll tolerate it, as long as my boy glenn gets justice in the end

anyway, cue credits!

final assessment: good episode. i’m much more interested in commonwealth than the reapers, tho i am hoping that daryl’s personality-less ex turns out to be a monster killing machine with no conscience, that’ll be fun. princess is a gift from god. hershel jr needs his own tv show. needs more carol (and caryl)

the end! going back into my walking dead free chamber! see you next episode!

-diz

#i didn't mean to recap the entire fucking episode lol #sorry #it's to make up for my lack of content lately #or something #anyway #caryl #twd s11ep1 #twd s11 spoilers #dunlap tp

[rainfrazier]

finished arc 16!

- the passage of time in wildbow stories is truly off the wall sometimes. a week ago they were in turbo jail in an alternate dimension, and then went directly into the teacher fight. this morning vicky and kenzie had a nice french toast breakfast, went to visit byron in the hospital, the gang had a quick fight with damsel and company, went to deathchester HQ, made a pit stop at rachel’s farm to reenact lord of the flies (i love the kenzie focus in these chapters), and then they all round out the day by hacking into the shard dimension. regular tuesday

- 16.8 was such a fucking good chapter and absolutely devastating. everyone reliving their trigger events IN THE MALL and then they all come tumbling out the doors and rain is just standing there laughing maniacally?? incredible. i felt like wildbow personally reached through the screen to punch me in the face like 10 times in rapid succession. the whole sequence from 16.8 through to the end of the arc is definitely one of my favorite parts of the story so far. the whole deal with rain/the cluster/the dream room has been my favorite aspect of ward, partially because i love rain, but also the dream room is just such a cool tool that wildbow uses very well as a way to explore the characters. i was afraid we wouldn’t see the dream room again after arc 12 but i’m glad it continues to be an important element as we move into the final stages of the story.

also every time we get new info about heartbreaker it makes me more glad that he’s dead.

- you have to admire cradle’s perseverance in continuing to be a Grade A Asshole and an absolute menace to the main characters even as he’s stranded in the middle of nowhere on an parallel earth. round of applause

- idk why i nearly burst into tears specifically during the scene where tristan is leaning over victoria trying to check her pulse and she’s thinking about how he looks like a true superhero and wanting to kiss him. like she’s literally on the brink of death and her mind is just so far out of its normal bounds. reading that whole section reminded me of khepri in a way and it made me really sad. also the kids’ heartfelt little goodbye speeches to each other were just so touching.

- [insert in-depth character analysis of tattletale here]

- cradle getting snagged on the shelving in snag’s space, giving the heartbreaksiders the opportunity to kill him?? huge shoutout to our boy in shard heaven. rest in pieces cradle you were a really cool character but man i hated you so much

- IT’S SHARDSPACE, BABY!!!!

- continuing to be extremely emotional about the vera twins until the end of time. from byron’s perspective, the last thing he remembers is probably getting blown up in teacher’s base and the first thing he sees when he wakes up is his brother, completely separated from him and helping him to his feet?? can you imagine. this is the first time in YEARS where they can finally talk to each other like normal or even just fckin LOOK at each other EYE to EYE even though its with the knowledge that byron’s gonna go back to being comatose as soon as the dream room ends. im not crying you’re crying???

^^^wildbow if i dont get an end-of-ward interlude of vista and byron in the puppy bucket i’m gonna

- damsel: “You’re all of the choices, already.  Find the face you want, move toward it, let it move toward you.  Pass each other.” (ah, literary themes!!)

- i just love the descriptions of the shards in these chapters and how they reflect their hosts. ashley’s shard looks like a burning ladder (fitting her theme of ascension), tattletale’s is an eyeless, mouthless woman constantly conjuring images in the crystals, victoria’s is a hollow shell of “glass, gold, and glory” with a glow from within

- SHARD FIGHT!!! surely victoria passing herself in the crystal (rad as hell btw) and summoning waste in the shardspace will have no effect on victoria’s connection to her shard or have any impact on the manifestation of her power in any way whatsoever. right

- oh no! defiant is mad no one invited him to the slumber party :((((

- oh the amy interludes. amelia “i don’t need therapy!” lavere: “I’d rather have Victoria back in her inhuman shape than not have her in my life at all.” (<- actual quote from the text!!) literally fuck off and die i hate her so much it makes me want to yell and scream. 

what *we* did *together*?? doesn’t count???? the degree to which she refuses to take responsibility or control over anything in her life is just infuriating. the failure to enact positive change because she refuses to see herself as anything other than a victim of circumstance. she is literally an antithesis to every theme of healing (funny that she is a healer whose power doesn’t apply to herself) and active personal growth that has been exhibited by the main characters throughout the entire story. “but i had a crappy childhood and no one supported me and then bonesaw came after me :(” like okay. that is true but that doesn’t give you a free pass to shirk complete responsibility for your own actions as if you never even did them in the first place?? rain was brainwashed into a cult and was forced to commit terrorism! he didn’t have control over that! but imagine if rain was just like “mmm yeah that really sucked for me personally but there’s nothing i can do about it now. clearly there is no way to move forward from this in a healthy or constructive manner. guess i will just be evil instead”. maybe amy should go talk to cradle and they can commiserate together about how it’s Not My Fault Why Does Everyone Hate Me.

AND we learn she touched victoria AGAIN in the shin prison. she messed with her brain and then she put it all back together again and was like “see? i am a Good Person :) i am going to get a good grade in being Hinged, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve” and then proceeds to take a piece of vic’s flayed skin and GRAFT IT TO HER CHEST so that she can carry victoria around wherever she goes?? hello????? i could write a ten page essay about my feelings on amy but it would just be the words “bite chomp kill” written over and over. oh and chris. man, i miss being able to have hope for him. like it’s actually sad to see him go down this path. chris and amy are literally the most horrible fucked up pair of characters to be working together. i hate it here. take me back to victoria POV

#ward #spoilers!! #don’t mind me i am just. foaming at the mouth #okay enough amyposting. we have progressed past the need for amyposting [insert that one image by brocktonbay here] #wardblogging

[wisterialagoon]

For you, I'll Stay : Pt.2

Dabi is one of the top soldiers of the League of Villains. He does the dirty work and feels the stain of crime on his hands. You're an Assistant Inspector at the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency, resigned to records-keeping instead of doing actual fieldwork. What happens when these two become intertwined in the most prominent political event that changed the era of 1990's Tokyo Japan?

Warnings: Violence (a girl gets beat up in this chapter), gangs, eventual smut(not in this chapter tho)

Btw, in this dabi doesn't have any scars on his face!

Azabu Gardens,

Moto-Azabu 3-7-5 Minato-ku, Tokyo 106-0046.

January 9, 1990, Tuesday.

The League

20:00 hours

The first rays of the morning began to creep into the premises of their mansion, illuminating the entirety of their eight-hectare complex. The lawn had been freshly mowed and the foyer had been polished to sparkling clean, as per the orders of their leader. It had been his first order of business during the general assembly with the entire brotherhood.

The soldiers were understandably taken aback at hearing him rattle off a list of things to do which were, in essence, house chores. From checking the car engines, laundering their clothes, and stocking up on groceries, the loyal members followed everything down to the very last detail, albeit with a little curiosity as to why they were doing this when they were supposed to be preparing for a major operation set later in the day.

Meanwhile the boss carried out everything as if it was business as usual. They had convened at their usual 10:00 am meeting at the solarium, exchanging data and intel regarding any updates on their framework's current phase. After making sure that everything was in order–from the time it would take to execute the operation to the time it would take for the police to arrive on scene, they called it a day and retired to their own rooms.

That was this morning.

Preparations were over and it was almost nearing midnight–time to start the show.

Everyone had gotten dressed in the same all-black attire, distinguished only by the formality of their suit and quality of the fabric. The leader had worn a two-piece suit, while the soldiers only had lightweight turtlenecks to pair with their slacks.

The cars were ready by the driveway, it's trunks loaded with a series of guns, masks and the deactivate system; and everyone had lined up at the foyer, at the foot of the grand staircase, awaiting the greeting and instructions of their boss.

"Good evening gentlemen," his voice didn't have that booming quality that most of his leaders had, but the clarity of his diction and richness of his timbre proved sufficient to command everyone's attention. He didn't need any of the pomp or fanfare that was usually associated with the league–his presence alone was enough.

There weren't many of them tonight, it was a small operation that needed only seven of their best men; even so, his under-boss, and the rest of his soldiers were waiting with bated breath at what he was about to say.

Finally standing by the newel post, he slowly slips on his leather gloves and begins to address their small unit.

"A rundown Kurogiri," he instructs his under-boss, with not so much as a glance spared his way.

"Today we initiate phase 2.1 of our framework," Kurogiri steps out of the line and proceeds to hand out a file on their operation and walkie-talkies to the soldiers. "Team A, Touya and Atsuhiro, will take care of the decoy. Team B, Himiko and Jin, will secure the target. Team C, Magne and Spinner, will deactivate the sensors and tip the police," he finishes, working his way back to his position beside their leader.

Tomura looks at him with a quirked eyebrow, expectant.

Kurogiri clears his throat. "Phase 2.2 of the framework will begin immediately after."

6 Chome-10-1 Roppongi, Minato City, Tokyo 106-6108, Japan.

The Takahashi Residence.

21:30 hrs.

As soon as Kurogiri parked the car in an empty lot two blocks from the site, he turned on their linked communication system and radioed to their leader that they were ready.

"Masks and Positions," Tomura instructed."Remember, one slip up will cost the entire operation."

Save for the thrumming of the engine, their leaders voice was the only thing that had cut through the nights silence.

"Yep, Tomura everyone is positioned," Kurogiri confirms, and signals to Team A that they were good to go.

As soon as they were given the signal, Touya and Atsuhiro make their way to the site, with the latter updating Tomura about their position. "Currently making my way into the Takahashi Residence along with Touya."

As they stopped to confirm that it was indeed the residence of the Minister of National Defence, their leader warns, "Keep an eye out for the security Atsuhiro," both soldiers nod their assent, replying that they located a blind spot in the houses security system and private guards.

After signalling Team B to follow, Kurogiri had set up operations control with Magne and Spinner. Just as they had gotten access into the house's security system, Tomura radios, "Kurogiri, do you copy?"

"Yes, I copy," the under-boss replies, holding the walkie-talkie in one hand and the other sifting through the nights operation file.

"Do you have a visual on the Minister and his wife?" Tomura  asks.

"Yes," he turns around to look at Magne and Spinners surveillance feed, which was focused on the master bedroom.

"They're currently separated from the decoy."

"Good." Tomura  affirms. "Magne, when Atsuhiro, Touya, Jin and Himiko are in place you'll override the security system, understand?"

"Understood!" the soldier nods while simultaneously preparing all the codes needed to deactivate the system.

"Once Touya and Atsuhiro take care of the decoy, that's when Himiko and Jin will go and search for the target," Tomura reminds, looking over at his copy of the operation file as well.

"Spinner, monitor all frequencies from a two-kilometre radius of the site. If anyone reports anything before we do then I want to hear it. If anyone is even in the middle of dialling a government or police number, I want to be the first to know, understood?"

"Gotcha boss," Spinner confirms. "The hacking system is ready to go, all lines within a two-kilometre radius is tapped as well."

21:42 hours.

After a preliminary entry into the estate, the four soldiers settle in their own entry points and radio back. "Spinner, we're in place, you can drop the security."

"Alright. You have a little over thirty minutes before the back-up security kicks in," the enthusiastic man programmes a few codes and counts backwards, "it's down in...5, 4, 3, 2, 1."

"Go." A deep voice follows, alerting the four soldiers on-site.

For a second, Team A and B thought it has been their leader who had addressed them, but immediately broke out into grins when the voice followed with, "Be careful in there guys."

''Don't worry, Kurogiri." Jin  assures, giving Himiko, Atsuhiro and Touya a thumbs up. "We've got this"

The four soldiers discreetly jump over the deactivated sensors and immediately break into action, disarming the guards and eventually knocking them unconscious by landing considerably hard blows to their neck, causing their head to snap to the side.

After slipping past the unconscious guards, Atsuhiro and Touya pry open one of the windows, climbing in quietly while Himiko and Jin wait outside.

Team A immediately proceeds to the target's room, bolting the maid's quarters from the outside after unfortunately having to knock her out as well.

The two check their copy of the house's floor plan, with Touya sending a glance to Atsuhiro before slowly opening the door into one of the mansion's bedrooms.

In the room sat 18-year old Takahashi Yua. with her back facing Atsuhiro and Touya slowly the boys made their way to her and in mere seconds Atsuhiro had his hands over Yua's mouth and held her in place.

The shocked girl could do nothing but try to thrash around and scream for help but Touya tied her hands and gagged her.

Touya then raised a fist, about to hit the girl before he was quickly stopped by Atsuhiro "Dabi, not here, let's take it outside. "

Nodding in agreement, Touya helped Atsuhiro drag the silently sobbing girl back outside from where they came from, leading to the back of the house and into the garage.

Seeing Touya and Atsuhiro leave with Yua allowed Himiko and Jin to make their way inside and find their operations primary objective, leaving Team A to deal with the girl.

"Compress, take off the gag," Touya instructed, to which Atsuhiro nodded and quickly removed the bundle of cloth that had been choking the girl.

As soon as it had been done, Touya struck her across the cheek with a force that pushed her backwards. It was a strong enough blow to leave an angry bruise but not enough to knock her out completely.

After taking stock of her figure-from her laboured breathing to her split lower lip, he delivers a few more punches to her torso and a last strike across her face. All the while, Atsuhiro hands had snaked around her arms. keeping her in place.

Finally, Touya pulled out a handkerchief that had been previously doused in ether.

He pressed it firmly to her mouth and nose. forcing her to inhale the substance which quickly knocked her out.

"Hey, you guys done in here?" Himiko skipped into the parking lot, "We've got the stuff."

"Yeah," Touya pockets the handkerchief and watches as Yua unceremoniously slumps to the floor with a dull thud.

"We're done." he drags her body to the main entrance of the parking lot, ensuring that she would be the first thing to be seen by anyone coming through the garage's main door.

"You're too brutish Touya." Atsuhiro grimaces at the bruised girl crumpled in the corner.

"Whatever, someone make the signal, we're done here." Touya gets up to leave.

6 Chome-10-1 Roppongi, Minato City, Tokyo 106-6108, Japan.

The Takahashi Residence.

23:00 hrs.

"Magne. I got a call from the other guys." their leader radios from where he was keeping sentinel of the entire operation.

"They're all clear, make the call."

"Got it boss, making the call now."

Magne dials the number on a burner phone expecting the line to ring a couple of times before anyone answers, as expected, on the fifth ring, a woman's voice breaks through the radio silence.

"SMPA, what is your concern?" her voice was clear. but slightly unstable. when she doesn't give her a reply, she repeats her question, louder this time.

"Kidnapping" she says, evenly distributing the stress on each syllable to feign monotony. "23:00, 6 Chome-10-1 Roppongi, Minato City, Tokyo 106-6108, Japan. Takahashi Yua." Magne states calmly, while she hears rapid scribbling on the other end.

Here come the textbook reactions she thinks to herself, amused.

"who is this? Where is your intel from?" she asks, an undertone of panic lacing her voice. "Hello?" she follows up when Magne

doesn't reply—to which she settles for perching the receiver directly over his mouth to make sure it picks up her heavy breathing.

Magne waited a few moments before finally hanging up.

She radios to their leader. "Alright, the phone call is done the officer will be calling for backup soon."

After checking his watch, Tomura smirks at their record. "Keigo, you ready to receive that request for backup?" Tomura asks through his walkie-talkie.

"Yeah, on patrol near the area so I should be getting that on my frequency." he affirms, shifting to a more comfortable position on the drivers seat he had convinced his partner in advance to take a leave for their shift that night, so as to ensure that he would be able to carry out his part in the operation without any hiccups.

"I'll be first on the scene when the request for backup is made."

6 Chome-10-1 Roppongi, Minato City, Tokyo 106-6108, Japan.

The Takahashi Residence.

2:40 hours.

"Don't worry Ma'am, we'll find out who did this to your

daughter." Keigo assured the Ministers wife, pure concern flawlessly depicted in his facial expression. "We've done a preliminary search of the crime scene, we'll come back with updates as soon as we find anything conclusive."

"You had better catch that criminal, I want him in jail, my daughter is lying unconscious in a hospital!" she demands, hands coming up to cover her face as her body was enveloped in a series of sobs.

Keigo gave a curt nod and comforting pat to the woman's shoulder before turning around and getting back into his car to leave.

As he pulled out of the driveway, he immediately drove to a remote alley in the outskirts of the district, once he was assured that his location wouldn't be found, he made a call.

"Hello? Keigo?" their leader answered. ''What's your status?"

"Shigaraki, I just got back from the crime scene." he says, turning the police radio down and killing the car's engine.

"And?" their leader asks, undoubtedly expectant of his answer.

Keigo knew that his cover was especially pivotal for that night's operation—and that Tomura had made it clear with no uncertain terms that the success of this phase relied on his ability to herd the police where they wanted them to.

"The family doesn't suspect a thing They believe it was an attempted kidnapping" he says, waiting for their leader's response.

After a beat, their leader simply hums in affirmation and hangs up, It wasn't much—he knew that Tomura had always been a man of few words, but he also knew that he always meant whatever he said, with that in mind, he restarted the car and proceeded to drive back to their residence.

Azabu Gardens,

Moto-Azabu 3-7-5 Minato-ku, Tokyo 106-0046.

January 9, 1990, Tuesday.

The League

03:00 hours.

He had stopped at the driveway, feeling no need to actually park his car since he was sure he'd be back at the station soon enough. Besides, he needed to speak with their leader immediately.

He had successfully crossed the foyer and was about to go up

the stairs when a familiar voice calls out to him "Keigoo, you're back!" The youngest member of their group, Himiko, approaches him, grinning.

"How'd it go?"

"Went well." he shrugs off his coat, and hangs his police hat over the coat stand. "Only one problem though, can you go get Shigaraki? We need to have a group meeting"

After a few minutes, everyone who had worked on the operation had gathered at their usual dining hall, with each finding their own seat at the round table.

"Everything went well with the family." After everyone had settled in, Keigo began immediately, fingers interlaced over the single file folder resting in front of him.

"But one of my subordinates is a little too close for comfort." Keigo states, instantly gaining the others' attention.

"What's his name?" Shigaraki questioned.

"Actually, it's a woman." he opens the folder, and pulls out a headshot photo.

"Her name is Miyasaki Y/N, she's the Assistant Inspector."

"A woman cop?" Touya reached for the photo then let out a snort at the subtle smile and short haircut she sported.

"So there's no problem then?" he chuckled, throwing the photo across the table for the others to see, clearly uninterested.

"Shut up Touya, you could probably get your ass kicked by this girl." Himiko quipped, earning a sharp glare from the other boy.

"I swear to god you psycho bitch, I'm gonna—" he shifts in his seat, calling out the girl, knowing full well that the mean name would provoke her.

Just as he was about to continue to prove that no girl could possibly kick his ass, he's thoroughly cut off.

"stop bickering this is serious." Keigo interrupted. "Girl cop or not, she's a threat." he declares.

He looks at them one by one and rests a brief glance at Tomura, their leader nods at him to continue. Keigo sighs, aware that he has to set the context for the rest of the group.

He had been given this role by Tomura directly so not everyone knew just what he was doing at the station or just how important his role was in their whole framework.

"she wasn't supposed to be the one who would get the police tip."

Keigo expels a deep breath, screwing his eyes shut.

"It was supposed to be her direct senior, the only other female Inspector in the agency, she usually does overtime with Miyasaki, but she changed her schedule tonight. I don't know why." again, Keigo sighs. This time, he's slouched on the dining chair, gently massaging the bridge of his nose.

The silence that follows only aggravated his frustration with himself.

He had been counting on Usagiyama Rumi, the agency's female Inspector, who he had been assigned to follow for the past few weeks.

She had the same routine ever since he "started" at the agency—time in at 7:00 am, attend meetings and facilitate cold opens throughout the day, follow-up on interrogations or meet victim's relatives and finally, time-out at midnight.

He wasn't counting on this assistant Inspector, she was an outlier, he didn't pay much attention to her other than the times that they'd cross paths at the cafeteria or when they'd get things from their adjacent locker units. He was working in the patrol and public safety unit, she was busy with comms and records-keeping.

Nonetheless, he did know everyone's business in the agency—even if he wasn't exactly tailing each and every one of them.

He knows the case assignments, he knows who had called in late and he knows why and he even knows how their chief liked his coffee down to the number of espresso shots and percentage of sugar.

"This girl is relentless." He presses on. "I've observed her at the agency—she dedicates herself to everything she does, it's borderline obsessive, even if it is something small and unimportant" he adds the latter as an afterthought, suddenly aware of all those times she stayed overtime.

"I don't like the idea of someone like that sniffing around where we don't want them to."

On his own, he just concluded that she did overtime because she wanted to kiss ass—especially given the kind of rumours going on about her, but it only dawned on him now that perhaps she was more dedicated to the job than others painted her out to be.

"Keigo's right." Kurogiri chimed in. "We should do something about her."

Silence fell for a beat, until it stretched on for a few minutes.

Everyone had exchanged glances, they knew that after Kurogiri, their leader had to have the final say.

"I agree," finally Tomura declares.

He stands up and proceeds to stand by the French window, parting open the satin drapes.

"It's time for modifications before starting phase 2.2."

"Find out why Usagiyama broke her routine. Enlist the others' help on this if you need more hands on comms." Tomura spares a glance at Magne and Spinner, at which the two people reply with nods.

"As for this new player..." their leader trails off, returning back to look at their garden and the approaching dawn.

Expectant, Keigo awaits his next orders. "I want you to keep an eye on her at the station. make sure she stays out of the way, try and befriend her if anything, I need you to throw her off our scent, okay?"

"Got it." the undercover member nods, rising from his seat.

The others follow suit, but Tomura gives follow-up instructions that stops them where they stood.

"Kurogiri, take over my 10:00 today." he announces, immediately piquing everyone's interest "Take Himiko and Jin, you'll need the extra eyes for surveillance."

After the three echo their assent, Tomura clears them, including Keigo, to leave, He adds a few reminders for Magne and Spinner to follow-up on their contracts with their current suppliers, experts and other assets before finally dismissing the two of them as well as Atsuhiro.

singled out, Touya stands by the doorway, intrigued.

"Dabi," he calls Touya by his alias, turning around to face him he then closes the distance between the two of them within five quick strides.

"I want you to pay a visit to that poor girl, make sure she's on bed rest," his voice strong and amplified by the domed ceiling and marble flooring. Touya nods. "I'll see which hospital admitted her," and moves to leave the room.

Not missing a beat. Tomura places a hand over his shoulder just as he was in the process of doing an about-turn.

"I wasn't referring to Miss. Yua.

#dabi smut #dabi hcs #touya todoroki #my hero academia #boko no hero academia #league of villains #dabi x reader #dabi x y/n #shigaraki tomura #kurogiri #jin bubaigawara #Twice #twice mha #mr compress #atsuhiro sako #bnha toga #toga himiko #magne #spinner #keigo takami #hawks

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

Badass || Bill Denbrough x Reader

Day 2 of Fictober

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x [gn] Reader

Requested: how about you do a bill x reader where the reader is a badass but still in the losers club???? just came up with it!!! btw love ya work and love ya!!!!

A//n: Aw thank you so much! That’s so sweet of you. Love you too darling, hope you like it 💛💛💛 and thanks for being so patient like the rest y'all 😘 [also i am in no way a badass so I’m sorry, I tried lol] edit: OKAY IM ACTUALLY SO PROUD OF THIS, HOLY CRAP?? And again, i finished and pressed saved draft 30 SECONDS before midnight, so fight me this counts lol i just had to set up the title and tags and stuff on my computer before posting. anyways, thanks for waiting for this request, i hope you enjoy this, like i said, im actually surprised at how proud of this one i am!

Fictober Prompt: “that’s the easy part”

Warnings: Blood

“ROCK WAR~!”

The next thing you knew, rocks were soaring across the stream straight for your head. Luckily for your skull, your reflexes were faster than you remembered and you managed to duck before a giant stone could knock you out.

And yet you still heard a thump?

You peek out from behind your arms, looking behind you to see Richie laying flat on his ass, his glasses askew. You winced before you caught sight of a giant rock near his foot and quickly made a grab for it.

Your glare stretches across the stream, settling on the leader of the bigoted pack. You kissed the rock as you met his eye, a devilish smirk stretching across your face as you wound up. Bowers was scrambling for ammo but you had already released. The rock found its target with a satisfying ‘thunk’ leaving Bowers on his ass clutching his bleeding nose. He pulls his hand away, gaping at the overwhelming amount of blood that had already painted his hand before locking eyes with you.

“KISS MY ASS, HENRY!” You hollered with a triumphant smile. “YOU TWISTED FUCK!”

“What the fuck?” Belch and Victor began scrambling back, looking around desperately for rocks of their own.

The Losers spared wide eyed glances your direction as they unleashed a storm of rocks on the now deeply unsettled Bowers gang. Bill was the only one who hesitated, his wide blue eyes frozen on you when you turned to give him a smirk. You had been looking for ammo and it seemed he had the perfect one. You cocked a brow, your devilish smirk still dominating your face as you gestured to the stone in his hand.

“You gonna use that, Billy Boy?”

You threw a few quick glances across the barrens making sure your weren’t gonna get hit. Luckily morale seemed to be growing scarce over there.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t completely gone.

“Ow,” Bill hissed, right hand clutching his left shoulder. “F-f-uck.”

Your head whipped around on your shoulders again to see Victor Criss’s upper lip twitching into a satisfied smile as he looked at Bill. You returned your attention to your boyfriend and the rock he held out for you.

“Let me,” you seethed.

You snatched the rock up, stomping forward with a wild glare in your eyes that was enough to intimidate the bleach blonde. Victor was already on his heels and running, but you weren’t letting him get away that easy. You threw with all your might and watched with pride as it soared through the air and hit him directly on the spine that was poking through his back. He cried out in pain as he fell to the ground, his chin meeting the very rock bed that fueled the fight.

“EAT SHIT,” You spit. “YOU LACKEY ASS FUCK!”

~~~~

“Turn it off!” Beverly cried. “TURN IT OFF!”

The projector in Bill’s garage had quickly turned into It’s stage as It put on a horrific display for you and the rest of your friends. What was just once pictures of Derry, suddenly turned into pictures of Bill’s family - you missed Georgie terribly, having grown so close with him the year before he died when you and Bill first got together. And now you were all staring death in the eyes as It manipulated the very air in the room around you. Every click of the projector put you on edge, the stroking effect and of course the child eating clown tormenting you all.

It was hard to process your own thoughts as they were quickly drowning in everyone’s screams and your own fears. You clutched Bill tightly to your side, your arms linked and your fingers stitched together. Everything was moving so incredibly fast it was near impossible to process until you realized you weren’t holding Bill’s hand anymore.

“Y-Y/n!” He cried, tugging at the back of your shirt before it slips from his grip. “Y/N!”

Mike had already unplugged the projector, that much you knew. But you were fucking desperate. You lunged for the projector, gripping it tightly as you held it high above your head. With a guttural scream, you threw it as hard as you possibly could into the cement floor. It broke instantly into several unidentifiable pieces, the room now completely dark and eerily silent.

Heaving, you finally look up to meet your friends faces. Each of them were gaping at you, an expression they seemed to always be wearing around you.

“Well,” you say finally. “I think it’s safe to say we found It.”

~~~~

“How hard is it,” you seethed, your voice growing in volume. “to NOT wander off? In a FUCKING HAUNTED HOUSE?!”

You took all your anger and fear out on the door Richie was being held in. Your elbows were practically glued to the surface while your fists and forearms repeatedly pounded on the door. First Eddie, now Richie. You swear, these idiots had to me smarter than this.

“Richie!” Bill joined your side, pounding on the door that had closed all on its own.

“RICHARD!” You pounded on the door again, your anger turning to pure fear that was now stinging your throat and eyes as tears began to well. “This is not fucking funny, open the goddamn door asshole!”

Your hand wraps around the doorknob again, and you shake the handle, jostling it around in hopes something will cave. When the door flew open, you didn’t know whether to chalk it up to luck, skill, or it was all still part of It’s torment but you didn’t care. Richie was alive, and tumbled into your and Bill’s grip.

“Richie!” You hugged the boy tightly, then pulled away with your signature glare. “WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!?”

“N-n-no t-time,” Bill says, looking between you and Richie with determination in his eyes. “L-let’s get outta here.”

A muted thump answered before you could. You, Richie and Bill all looked to the source of the noise to see the moth-eaten mattress from earlier was now shifting by itself. It looked as if it was filled with jumping beans. A melon sized lump grew in the center before the fabric split to reveal the disheveled and muddied up head of your friend.

He smiles at your twisted expressions. “Wanna play loogie?”

Your reflexes are faster than your thought process and you run forward. Just as a strange black goo starts to spill from fake Eddie’s mouth, your leg was swinging through the air. Your left foot connected with the left side of his jaw, narrowly missing the sizzling black ink and Eddie’s head popped off his body as you put it across the room.

It sails through the air, his greasy hair catching several cobwebs as it spins. Specks of the goo go flying landing on the walls and ceiling before the small head collides with a disturbing ‘thunk’.

“What the fuck?!”

“Holy shit,”

Eddie’s head lands in the far corner of the room where it rolls back and forth on his right ear before settling. He was groaning as if all the spinning had made him dizzy. The ooze of black goo came out even faster as if he were ralphing, and it was now pooling across the floor and inching towards their feed.

“Oh, that’s fucking GROSS!” Richie looks quickly to you. “And now you made him angry!”

“At least I did something!”

“Guys,” Bill pleads. “C-come on,”

The pool of black tar is spreading fast and you and Richie don’t have to think twice to listen to Bill. You all turn on your heel, only to find three doors instead of one.

Very Scary, Scary, and Not Scary At All.

Not Scary At All was the winner, Bill and Richie quickly decide. And despite your protest that it was all clearly a trick and the doors were misnomers, they opened the Not Scary At All.

“Where’s My Shoe?”

The light was turned on to reveal the severed body of Betty Ripsom and you had promptly decided you had had more than enough.

“WHERE THE FUCK WERE HER LEGS?!” Richie cried.

“I’ve got a guess but I’m not sticking around to find out.” You growled.

You cast a glance behind you to see the tar had eaten up most of the floor, giving you little room to do what you wanted. Luckily, you didn’t need much. You took a few steps back and looked at the door in the center, your eyes settling deep into the crimson letters spelling “scary.” You were certainly glad you realized when you did that unlike the door that held Richie hostage, this one could easily be broken down from where you stood.

You sighed. “I have to do everything.”

~~~~

“WELCOME TO THE LOSERS CLUB, ASSHOLE!”

Richie’s bat swung through the air and knocked the clown back. Pennywise quickly recovered and lunged for the nearest target with a disgusting growl. You quickly scrambled for a weapon as Mike stepped up to bat. He threw the fence iron rod at the monster but it was stopped midair when It’s jaw unhinged and out came several charred arms holding it in place. More and more reached out from inside It’s throat and made a grab at Mike who was fighting back the force of all the arms.

You never happier to have been too slow to save your friend when you saw Stanley pick up one of several spare iron rods off the ground. With a brave determination, he launched forward with a fierce battle cry as his torch came down on the branch of arms that now recoiled, saving Mike. It stumbled back, the charred arms slinking back into its mouth and disappearing and Pennywise stumbles again when Richie kicks It forward and away from him. Unfortunately that brought It right to Stanley.

“Stan, watch out!” Bill cries from your side.

But it’s too late, It’s head had already changed to the same horribly contorted lady that had you had already found attacking your friend. Only this time it was still wearing It’s clown suit, and it was racing straight for Stan.

“Stan!” You cried, already running forward after him only to stop second later.

Yet again Stanley roared, striking the clown across the face with the most furious look you had ever seen on him. Despite the horrifying circumstances, you were quite proud. You quickly fell back into line, ready to fight with the others and you smiled yet again when Mike followed up Stan’s strike with a devastating blow of his own.

The small moment of victory was soon cut short - a pattern you were currently getting used to - when a pair of red tentacles-turned-crab-claws pulled Mike to the ground.

“Mike!” Eddie shrieked.

Mike was able to barrel roll to safety as as It advanced on him. The end of each gigantic claw striking the earth and narrowly missing him and you and your friends quickly followed not knowing what to do. You couldn’t watch it anymore, and you hated yourself for what you were about to do but you knew you would simply never forgive yourself if you lost Mike, or any of your friends.

For what Bill wished was the first time of the summer, he felt you leave his side as you charged headlong into danger. Another guttural scream left you as you hurled yourself onto It’s back, your iron spike in front of It’s neck, both hands on either side of the rod and you pulled as hard as you could.

Pennywise’s disturbing, maniacal laughter grew even scarier, something you didn’t think was possible as he began to suffocate. You let yourself drop back down to the ground, your grip still tight on your weapon as you used your position to pull It down to the ground. It was still laughing through chocked breathes but it had done what you hoped, and stopped, Mike had gotten to safety with the Losers.

And for one glorious moment you felt indestructible. Until you saw it shift before you’re very eyes and your eyes widened, as did the eyes of your friends and Bill. It’s complete figure changed, starting with It’s head. You and the Losers no longer saw a painted lady, a mummy, a horrible memory, an abusive father, or even a late little brother. But they saw you, their friend Y/n, cowering and crying under the iron rod that pinned you to the ground by the neck.

“Please,” It whimpered, bottom lip quivering horribly. “Please don’t. I don’t wanna die.”

The real you was staring at the sight of yourself, the real fake you that you always tried so hard to push down. You knew it was Pennywise, but it was enough to make you choke completely. You were always so confident, and you were good at sticking up for yourself and the rest of the Losers. At least that’s all they ever saw, that’s all you ever let them see. Deep down you were terrified, and much more than that you were terrified that your own fear would get in the way of protecting your loved ones.

Like now.

“Y/n?” Bill’s soft voice called out to you, breaking you from your spell.

You look down at your blubbering face, tears streaking down your cheeks as you begged yourself for mercy. Several pleas leaving your lips when finally you pulled the rod back. Your eyelids flicker open, gazing back up at you and watch your every move cowering.

“Y/n?” Ben asks.

You don’t answer, you just straighten, your demon double cowering beneath you and it only angers you more to know none of this is It’s own fear. It was yours. It was mocking you.

Which was pretty stupid, considering you still had the spike.

You bare your teeth as you summon your strength, throwing the end of the spike into the ground, going right through your throat.

~~~~

You watched with head on Bill’s shoulder as another drop of blood from your palm fell onto the grass. You were trying to think about anything but the pain, and with everything you had faced this summer, you certainly had the pick of the litter.

“It feels different now,” you say, voice quiet. “And not just cause It’s gone, ya know?”

You even hate to let yourself believe that, but for the sake of your sanity and the chance of every getting another night’s sleep you’d have to believe it. And knowing Bill as long as you did, you know he felt it too.

You pick your head up off his shoulder and look to his gaze break away from the hills in the distance to meet your eyes. For a moment he doesn’t say anything, and you know for sure he’s thinking it too. Beverly was leaving for Portland, Stan said he heard whispers from his parents that they might be moving and that was all on top of the heavy weight of your guys’ trauma that had already begun to drain everyone.

“A-a-at least we-we’ve got each o-other,”

You smiled, nudging his shoulder with your own.

“Big sap,” you chuckled.

He smiled a little, enjoying the small moment between the two of you. But it disappears when his mind returns to image that had been replaying in his mind nonstop since Neibolt. The image of your cowering form that bothered you so much. He had never seen you - the real you, that was being confronted, that is - so distraught. He gulps, gathering his strength.

“W-what made you s-see that?” He asks.

You don’t answer for a long moment, and Bill fears he’s upset you. Or confused you, but he doubts that is the case. Finally, you look up at him, and lick your lips nervously.

“I’m scared Bill,” you croaked, heart pounding wildly at the admission. “I’m always worrying about you, I’m always worrying about Richie, Mike, Eddie, Stanley, Bev, and Ben. I’m always worried something is going to happen. I’m always scared something’s gonna happen to the ones I love, and I get scared that I’m not gonna be enough to protect them.”

You take a deep breath, swallowing all the air you lost in your unintentional rant. Somewhere during your confession, your gaze broke away from Bill’s gaze and now here you were afraid to even look him in the eye.

There’s another silence that Bill finally ends after a small thoughtful moment.

“It’s okay to be scared, Y/n,” he says, pulling your eyes to him. “I-I-It’s part of being h-human.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying your best to banish the image of your cowardly form from your mind. Suddenly the sting of your cut didn’t hurt so bad.

You looked back into Bill’s soft eyes, and shrugged.

“I know, but it doesn’t make me feel too great either.”

He nudged you again with a charming smile.

“Well, y-you’re still a badass. Y-You’re always s-standing up for us,”

You chuckled weakly, sending him a smirk.

“That’s the easy part,” you say. “It’s looking out for myself that’s harder.”

“T-t-tell ya what?” You raise a brow at his sudden demeanor. “I’ll be t-the b-b-badass lookin out for you,”

You laughed, leaning in and giving him a lingering kiss that turned his cheeks absolutely scarlet.

You smiled when you saw this. “Thanks Billy Boy. Appreciate it. But I’d still like to work on myself a bit, ya know?”

He smiles again, this time triumphantly. “Deal.”

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may i request poly bruabba relationship hcs if you’re okay writing that ? 😛

i can never get enough bruabba goddamn i love them so much.. fluff + nsfw hcs and i added some scenarios for how the relationship came to be just for some fic practice i guess? enjoy !!! (also sorry my nsfw headcanons are never great but i tried)

poly bruabba relationship hcs

- bruno and abbacchio always saw their soon to be s/o in libeccio, alone most days but sometimes joined by a friend or two. they sat at a table relatively close to + facing the entrance, visible to anybody walking in 

- half due to suspicion, abbacchio always made unbreaking eye contact with s/o. it wasn’t anything threatening but he surely didn’t make himself appear too friendly. the way s/o never failed maintain this mutual gaze intrigued abbacchio, enough to tell bruno about this strangely sexy person of interest

- bruno was equally compelled to s/o, and even started to subtly express his interest once he and abba discussed the possibility of a polyamorous relationship

- bruno would slow down as he passed by s/o, just barely dragging a long finger along the table as he gave a soft, bidding smile. abba would follow behind, a mellower expression than usual, which s/o returned

- little bouts of small talk sprouted from this, s/o charming the hell out of bruno and abbacchio. s/o would occasionally join abbacchio outside for a quiet smoke, which he thought to be quite endearing

- for a while s/o never joined bruno nor abbacchio for a proper meal, as they were always with their associates or whatnot. it was a tad disappointing and s/o almost felt as if this friendliness between the three would never become anything more, but one morning bruno and abbacchio walked in libeccio, abba going the usual way and bruno approaching s/o

- ‘cara/caro, would you care to join us somewhere more private?’

- after melting under that sweet, familiar voice of reason, s/o gladly followed. in the private area sat abbacchio at a table in the corner, bruno escorting s/o to a seat beside him. abbacchio smirked and poured s/o a cup of (NON PISS) tea before questioning them about loads of things

- before s/o knew it, they were in a poly relationship with two of the sexiest gang members in italy

fluff

- abbacchio softens up a bunch and always has this understated, loving expression when with bruno and s/o

- bruno becomes even more of a mommy and loooves babying s/o and abba on their days off

- YES THIS MEANS HE LETS THEM SIT AROUND AS HE DOES EVERYTHING FOR THEM IT’S HIS PRIMARY LOVE LANGUAGE AND ITS SO SWEET

- if he’s been overworked due to passione business, s/o and abba like to take care of him for the day so he can unwind 

- bruno and abba feel really bad that they have to leave s/o for work so often so they’re always calling to check in + love bringing little gifts home for their s/o

- if bruno and abba come home exhausted / beat from work they’ll cuddle up with s/o and form a little bruabba nap sandwich for a little while

- if s/o’s back is ever turned, either bruno or abba will be going in for a soft little embrace just for a few moments (or longer if they feel like chatting and swaying for a bit)

- bruno and abba love bringing s/o to libeccio, whether it’s to accompany them in meetings with the bucci boys or just for a comfortable meal together (it also just reminds them of how this beautiful little relationship came to be)

- btw the bucci boys really like s/o + love how abbacchio softens up when s/o is present (saves giorno from constant berating and glares)

- little comforting things with hands are all the pda abba is able to tolerate (there will be arms wrapped around waists, hands resting on lower backs, and hands held AT ALL TIMES)

- s/o and bruno love teasing abba and like to kiss one another in public, just to see if he will want to get a peck of his own (leone usually doesn’t induldge himself when they’re out but will defo be glaring with an eyebrow raised until s/o and bruno stop)

- one time s/o just went for it and placed a little kiss on abbacchio’s cheek + bruno took a photo just as abba’s face was its deepest shade of red

- if any single one of the lot is sleepy, all three are required to cuddle up and get cozy (it’s an unspoken poly bruabba rule)

- the same goes for little kisses at home. if abba gets three, then bruno gets three... etc.

- s/o and bruno often wake before abba and love surprising him with breakfast in bed :,)

- just once did abba wake up super early and try to surprise his babies with a meal... he burnt everything and was later found on the kitchen floor sipping a glass of wine and eating a blackened piece of toast

- abbacchio likes doing his hair and makeup in the quiet company of s/o + bruno (who will be doing whatever necessary to make sure his braid + bob are up to par)

- abbacchio sometimes gets really indecisive and asks s/o and bruno if he should try out his black or green lipstick, but he always ends up going with his safe choice despite anything said (light purple)

- on lazy days at home abba ties his hair back loosely and wears a large tshirt with boxer briefs and some comfy ass slippers + bruno has his hair styled very slightly and wears a cute little sweater with comfy pj pants. s/o wears one of abba’s large tshirts with just undies underneath as well as some fuzzy socks

- bruno is often dreaming of having children with s/o and abba + really wants to have a nice little house to raise them in the countryside someday

- dates are usually planned by bruno, who loves having s/o and abba in cute family-owned restaurants or niche little locations that he knows his babies would adore

- abbacchio has planned several wine tasting dates along with a few afternoon picnics. he always takes s/o and bruno to this quiet, secluded park that has the loveliest view

- sometimes abba and s/o tirelessly try to come up with ways to surprise bruno + thank him for all his hard work as a milf, and they normally end up trying to cook his favorite meal (bruno is so grateful for this even if it doesn’t taste the nicest.. he loves the sentiment though and his heart feels so FULL)

- bruno says ‘i love you’ not only through his words, but also with his touch. s/o can always tell when bruno is embracing them in a way that communicates such a feeling, whether it be a kiss on the forehead or the squeeze of a hand. he most often likes to stand behind s/o with his hands on their hips, so he can lean in to kiss their cheek and bring his arms around their waist and hug them as tight as possible

- abba says ‘i love you’ with his eyes and facial expressions. whenever doing daily / domestic tasks with s/o, abba holds the warmest, most adoring look on his face as he looks at his dearest. s/o always meets his eyes and blushes before reminding abba how much they love him, to which abba responds with a light ‘mm’ full of intimacy

nsfw

- as much as s/o abba and bruno hate to admit it... jealousy and lust are MAJOR players in the bedroom

- bruno gave s/o more attention than he gave abbacchio? abba’s making sure he gets his share of it and has the two follow his every demand + won’t let them finish until they’re begging for it with tears in their eyes

- so many hickies / love bites EVERYWHERE

- also loads of purple kisses will be all over s/o and bruno’s chests

- abbacchio loooves having s/o take him from behind as bruno plays with himself (and vice-versa)

- ‘bruno can’t wait for his turn to get inside you... i know you’d love that, you fucking whore.’

- abbacchio likes being pegged by bruno while giving s/o oral more than he’d like to admit + still won’t let s/o or bruno finish until he wants them to

- whenever pegged by bruno or s/o he usually gets super bratty and loves being punished with many slaps on the ass / accross his face

- shibari.

- abba will intricately tie s/o with their hands bound behind their back. he and bruno will have a liiittle too much fun teasing s/o until they’re nearly crying +  begging one of the two to fuck them senseless

- if bruno ever gets to take the lead he makes it much slower and intimate most times, focusing loads on foreplay

- he likes having s/o and abba wear blindfolds so they never know where his next touch will come from + is always down to tease with some nipple play

- looooves lightly tracing his fingers down s/o and abba’s torsos until he reaches their inner thighs and watching his babies shudder beneath him

- if s/o or abba ever whine during foreplay or lean into his touch, bruno will punish them by making the other cum first and then edging the impatient party until he’s satisfied

- ‘hm, it seems you’re coming close, amore mio.’ he will cease movement completely and smirk, ‘i’ll let you finish soon enough.’

- abbacchio likes cumming inside s/o or bruno, but doesn’t mind having to pull out and finish in their mouth or on their chest

- bruno loooves finishing all over s/o and abbacchio while they have their mouths wide open and waiting for him

- as for what happens after sexytime, abba is the first to get sleepy and ask s/o to cuddle + bruno goes and gets towels and some glasses of water for his two favorite people

- s/o bruno and abba will cuddle for a little while and make sure each of the three is satisfied and soothed + then they’ll all lovingly drift off to sleep at some point during the night

- they will all be showering together quite sensually in the morning with plenty of sudsy groping

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