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What Would Karma Do... during your first assembly?

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Karma Akabane x Reader

Mood Song: are we still friends?

Summary: Remember the beloved Assasination Classroom anime? This is pretty much that, except you enter the picture of Karma's chaotic school year. Let's see just how compatible the two of you are.

Warnings: None really this a pretty tame chapter, some floof of course

Once you accepted the fact that you would be placed in the lowest ranking class of your grade, you also accepted with a bit of relief that your classes would be much easier too.

Little did you know just a month ago that this would not be the case. Beyond the fact that you were actively training to kill your monster of a teacher, he also was teaching you all like his legitimate students. Even with such a large class, his speed alone allowed him to give attention to each and every one of you.

Technically it was a blessing, especially since you got more attention with the subjects you struggled on, but in reality it was exhausting. You typically left class stumbling out like a mindless zombie, your brain hurting from the learning overload and the constant stress of weapons being thrown around at your strange teacher.

Today was no different as you slugged out of the building with your classmates, not even realizing where you were leaving at midday or why. It wasn’t until one of your fellow students spoke up that you realized what was happening.

“Going from one monster to another,” Nakamura spoke with a huff as you all stood before the steep hill, “I hate assemblies.”

Once you processed his words you tilted your head a bit in confusion. Before you could ask, Kayano seemed to notice your curious expression as she giggled to you.

"Every month we have to attend a school wide assembly that informs the classes on what events are going on and about mid finals."

Your head nodded in understanding, the assembly reminding you of what your old school used to do as well. Now your only concern was on why everyone seemed to dread it so much.

"That doesn't sound so bad, boring at most." You said while scratching the back of your head, "What's so bad about it?"

"T’ch yeah, it's not bad for the other classes." Terasaka growled, everyone seeming to share the same annoyed expression.

"The assembly for us is really every other class getting to gang up on Class E for fun," Maehara grumbled, Okajima letting out a pout as he glared down the hill, "Plus we have to walk through hell to get there and they only give us ten minutes!"

Your mouth was in an O shape at all of the complaints, not realizing how bad this event truly was, nor how much your classmates despised it.

"I know it's a bit of a drag but we need to make our way down. It’ll be best to arrive on time." Karasuma said sternly, everyone glowering at his comment before making their way down the hill.

Frowning at your classmates' solemn mood, you began to follow behind them until you felt a firm hand on your shoulder, causing you to stumble back a bit. Lifting your head up noticed Karma watching your class leave with a calm smile.

"You don't think we're actually going to that crap show, right?"

Blinking in surprise you turned around to fully look at him, "Skip assembly? Karma we would get in so much trouble, you're not serious right?"

Karma simply clicked his tongue, his golden eyes landing on your own with mild annoyance.

"Please, nobody really cares about that thing anyway. We both got the grades to skip it so why even bother."

Letting out a sigh you thought about it; very few people probably would notice your absence, especially being in the lowest class. And you did have pretty good grades, what could they possibly do? But then again, you knew your parents were hoping you would move up to the higher ranking classes. Would this ruin your chances?

The redhead seemed to notice your uncertainty, a sly smirk spreading across his face as he hugged you from behind and placed his chin on your shoulder, a warm blush spreading across your cheeks from the action.

"Plus if we skip we can have some alone time together.”

The feeling of his warm breath tickling your ear made you shiver, even in the harsh fall sun. You knew the devilish redhead was smart, pushing all the right buttons to make you want to stay, but the more your rational thoughts swarmed around your brain you just knew you couldn’t skip.

"Karma…" You whined, the sound making him smirk until you snaked out of his hold, “You just got back from a suspension, and I just got accepted into this school.”

Karma’s eyes narrowed into annoyed slits at your bullet proof resolve, his eyes already rolling as you continued.

“I don't want to taint my record, and you shouldn't taint your record any further,” You spoke with a stubborn glare of your own before snatching his hand, “So let’s go.”

Your sudden wave of defiance had Karma’s eyes widen a bit, forgetting that you were actively forcing him down the hill not too far behind your classmates. While part of him felt a surge of pride seeing you so determined, he also felt frustrated that you were bossing him around.

"Oh I'll taint that stupid little record, just you wait." Karma grumbled under his breath as he shoved his free hand in his pocket. You simply giggled, flashing him one of your stupid breath taking smiles as you dragged him along with your friends down the death trap of a hill.

Somehow, and you really weren't sure how, going down that hill was much worse than going up.

After nearly breaking your ankle five different times, your class finally made it to the official campus grounds, the building shining in all its glory.

"That... sincerely sucked." Okajima groaned, his body still covered in dirt and marks from the snakes that tried to attack him.

You were sprawled out on the concrete not too far away from him, your arm covering your eyes as you gasped for air.

"I ran t..track for... for three years..." You spoke in between drawn out pants, "And I've never been more exhausted... i..in my life."

The sound of Karma sneering caused you to temporarily move your arm and glare at him, to which you only received a smirk from him before you covered your face once more from the blinding sun.

"Well at least we're not late," Isogai said, he was one of the few people that wasn’t collapsed on the ground, "Hurry up people, we gotta get in line before they start!"

You along with your classmates groaned at the sound, some started to get up but you just physically couldn't. Honestly you probably would have laid there all night if it weren’t for the annoying shoe poking at your side.

"C'mon miss perfect record, it's assembly time," Karma hummed in a heavily sarcastic tone which earned his shoe a smack as you sat up with a groan.

You half expected him to be smirking at your pathetic whines, but when you moved your arm from your eyes you saw him genuinely smiling at you. As if he admired seeing you in such a state.

Lazily you lifted your hand into his own that he offered out to you, smacking your dry lips together as you looked into his smug golden eyes, “I think if I get up Karma… I’m going to pass out.”

Karma simply rolled his eyes at your theatrics, gripping tightly around your hand before yanking up causing you to fly up into the air with a yelp before crashing slightly into his chest. You still had no idea where his brutish strength came from.

“Your strength is as impressive as it is scary.” You whispered to him with amazed eyes, his smile growing into a grin as he chuckled down to you before leading you towards the back of your class’ line.

All seemed to be going fine until more students from the other levels began to file into the gym. Your classmates weren’t talking lightly when they said the other classes despised you, the amount of glares and whispers thrown in the direction of your class had you speechless.

A few girls in particular made sure to sneer in your direction, the sight making you tense up as you furrowed your brows. Karma took note of your sudden change in body language, his eyes following where you were staring.

He immediately recognized the girls from his previous class, sure they were only sneering at you out of jealousy or self-consciousness. Regardless, your clenched fists showed you weren’t comfortable with it, resulting in Karma sending them a sharp glare causing them to quickly whip their heads away.

“They’re just a bunch of snobby assholes,” Karma muttered to you, your head whipping back not even realizing his eyes were on you until he moved you gently over to where he was standing so that you were closest to the gym walls rather than the rest of the students.

The gentle squeeze he left on your shoulder in the process made you smile softly, noticing how he avoided your gaze when his cheeks dusted a soft pink. Though he was still borderline sadistic, his softer side always shined through with you.

"Heyyy, Nagisa." A voice shouted, the sound catching most of your class' attention as you looked to see two males looking at your classmate, "Wow look at you guys, I'm surprised you made it! Must have been a heck of a trek rolling down the mountain."

As the two walked away in a fit of laughter you felt your fists clench at your side, your lips pinching together as your glare followed the two snobs away.

Karma could already see the gears in your head spinning as your face grew red, most likely from anger. As much as he loved to see you all flustered and fired up, he also knew whatever was going to haphazardly come out of your mouth wasn’t going to be good.

“Y/n.” Karma growled lowly, your frustrated eyes flicking to his own only to freeze in shock upon seeing his stern expression. You knew the anger wasn’t directed towards you, but you also knew it was a warning.

Letting out a sigh you nodded, folding your arms to yourself and deciding to glance out the windows of the gym before you got any angrier.

After a few words from a bunch of the school's authoritative figures, you felt yourself starting to get a bit more comfortable. At least the professors held themselves to higher standards.

That is, until the dean came out.

"I am proud to be your dean! But... don't get too comfortable," The dean spoke, his eyes falling on your class, "Let E Class remind us of the perils of that."

Soon the entire gym was in an uproar of laughter, it made you genuinely sick to your stomach. How could this possibly be allowed? No wonder your classmates were so uncomfortable around the other classes, no wonder those girls glared at you. It was nothing personal, it was just the status quo.

For the remaining time of the assembly the other classes pretty much found more ways to make fun of your class, until Korosensei showed up in his version of a disguise. You weren't complaining though, as he helped your class gain a bit more confidence and properly explained the schedules to your class unlike the actual leaders of your academy.

Though it all ended fairly well, you still couldn’t shake that terrible pit in your stomach.

"Korosensei really swooped in and saved us, huh?" Nagisa said as you and Karma followed him to the beverage machine, deciding to grab a quick drink before catching up with your classmates.

Walking in between the two boys you nodded your head in agreement, but your brows were furrowed in deep thought.

“I knew the E Class was looked down upon, but that was just sad,” You said with a frown as you clenched your fists, “And we can’t even retaliate, or we get in trouble!”

Nagisa and Karma seemed to be amused the more you got fired up, your sudden realization of the corrupt school not being anything new to them unfortunately.

“Told you we should’ve skipped, but somebody cared too much about their record.”

Karma’s smug tone had your eye twitch as you whipped your head to his already smirking face. Puffing your cheeks out in annoyance you pointed an accusing finger at him as he stuck his tongue out at you, “If you mention my record one more time Akabane…”

Nagisa simply listened to both of your bickering with a half-hearted smile, you two were made for each other in the most opposite way possible.

All he could really do is laugh and dare not to step in between you two as he placed his coins in the machine to get his drink. While cautiously listening in on your argument, he hadn’t even noticed the two boys that walked up to Nagisa until they called out his name, aggression evident in their tone.

"You proud of yourselves? Acting like you're having the time of your lives?" One boy spoke, you and Karma moving behind Nagisa with confused expressions, "You bums ever heard of respect? If I was in E Class I would keep my head down and mouth shut."

"Yeah and I sure as hell wouldn't have a reason to laugh!"

Your fists clenched at your side, you have had enough of the verbal abuse of these people. At this point they were just attacking you unprovoked.

Just as you were about to move forward and speak up, you felt Karma's hand hold your wrist in a vice grip. You quickly looked up to him in confusion but stopped when you saw a menacing snarl biting at his lips.

"Hey, watch it with that look. I'm warning ya."

Suddenly your tightened fists stiffened in Karma's grasp, realization washing over you.

Were these guys really about to attack Nagisa? You knew they were verbally abusive, but physically? Based on their words, you assumed they were all talk with no bite, but with the way they defensively stood you were nervous that wouldn’t be the case.

Karma felt your tense body loosen, relief washing over him until he felt you shift behind him, hand holding his side in a vice grip. He never really thought about the fact that you’ve probably never experienced a real fight before.

Though he didn’t know what your life was like prior to moving here, he could pick up enough from the first day that you were no skilled fighter. Maybe a bit stubborn, but your tongue did all the fighting.

The last thing the redhead wanted was for any attention to fall on you, but he also knew you needed to escape the situation somehow. Nudging Nagisa, the blue haired boy spared a quick glance to Karma, not wanting to look away from the two boys before them. Karma’s eyes pointed to your nervous form behind him, Nagisa nodding in understanding as he stepped forward to distract the two brutes.

You seemed oblivious to the interaction, which is exactly what Karma was going for. Turning towards you Karma held both your hands in his own before lifting your chin up to face him.

“Why don’t you go wait for us by the pillar over there angel face, we’ll handle this.”

Glancing into Karma’s eyes you looked for any hesitancy in them before attempting to spare another glance at the two brutes, worried with what the outcome of “handling it” could be.

Karma was quick to redirect your gaze to him so you didn’t accidentally make eye contact with the two boys, “We’ll handle it Y/n, now go.”

Biting your lip nervously you nodded your head, not sure whether to feel relieved or worried when he flashed you a genuine smile before turning back to his new little friends once he confirmed you were walking away.

That pit that you felt in your stomach earlier only grew as you shuffled into the shade of the pillar, your back leaning against it with a sigh as you forced yourself not to look in their direction again.

In some aspects you felt weak for not being able to stand up to a fight, but at the same time you knew it was most likely because you’ve never had to fight. Maybe it was just the privilege of the schools you had attended years prior, but bullying just seemed like something corny people would add to movies to make them exciting.

You rarely ever had to see your classmates bicker, let alone physically fight one another.

Regardless, you were clearly going to have to learn one way or another. It was still your first few weeks here and you were made painfully clear that your class was not welcomed. On top of that, part of your grades was to murder a large yellow creature.

You just needed to suck it up, and start learning now.

Gritting your teeth you clenched your fists once again, the fire swarming back up in your chest ready to defend your friends no matter the cost until a large force stopped your path, your face slamming right into what felt like a wall.

Whipping your head up, your eyes widened when you saw the familiar violet eyes pierce into your own. Initially they were filled with disgust, but soon after they explored your face they softened into a look of curiosity.

“You’re Y/n L/n, am I correct?”

The sound of your name off his lips sent chills down your spine, your mind self destructing as you broke down the sight of him further in your head.

The boy had a sort of coralish orange hair with intense purple eyes. You weren't sure what about him creeped you out most: the fact that he looked strikingly like Karma, or the fact that you knew without question that this was the principal's son.

"Well?"

The sound of his impatient voice broke you from your deep thoughts, your flashes fluttering in embarrassment before you nodded quickly, a smile forcing itself along your lips.

“Yes, sorry! That’s me, I’m Y/n.” You spoke as smoothly as possible, your eyes giving him one last rundown before raising a brow, “Do I.. know you from somewhere?”

The boy slowly looked your body up and down, the unabashed way he checked you out made you want to hide behind the stone pillar. This guy seemed to be as blunt as they came, his aura reminding you of his father's unwelcoming personality.

"If it wasn't clear I'm the chairman's son, you may refer to me as Asano," The boy spoke calmly, he made an effort to bow before you before looking back to you with an unimpressed expression, "I heard about you from my father, you just transferred from out of the country, yes?”

Swallowing thickly you nodded your head, glancing back to see if your friends were still behind you and sure enough Karma was already looking back at you, his eyes in narrow slits as he seemed to be glaring at the boy before you.

"Yes I just moved a few weeks ago! I am starting to feel much more welcome around here though."

It wasn't long before Nagisa and Karma were at your side, the two boys who were bothering Nagisa immediately moved behind Asano, their faces bright red of what looked to be embarrassment. What did Karma and Nagisa say to them?

Asano acknowledged the two boys beside you, his violet eyes narrowing specifically to the redhead beside you before he glanced back down to your own figure.

"Well based on your previous and current academic achievements, perhaps I may see you in the A Class soon enough Miss Y/n," Asano spoke, your eyes widening at this.

The A Class, so soon? Your parents would be ecstatic, sure, but were you ready for that? Honestly, the sound of it almost made you queasy.

You couldn't ponder over the idea too much as you felt Karma's warm hand enlace with your own, your head whipping to his own only to see his golden eyes still intensely focused on Asano’s.

The orange haired boy seemed shocked by the sudden movement of Karma’s hand, but the moment he saw your fingers enlace back with his own his lips formed into a scowl.

"I look forward to seeing your performance for the midterms. Hopefully I will see a new seat added to my room after the holidays," Asano said, motioning his head for his friends to start moving towards the building, "I'm sure you're eager to get out of that dump of a classroom you're currently in."

Both you and Karma gripped each other's hands tighter at this, your teeth gritting slightly at his comment while you watched them saunter back into their castle of a building.

All you could do was stand there in shock. Who was this Asano guy? Why did he have such an effect on Karma, or let alone you? And how come you went from maybe moving up a level to the very top in just a few months? After seeing the other classes today, you wanted nothing to do with those other classes. Class E is where you belong, no questions asked. All you had to do was convince your parents that this would be best for you as well.

"So that's what assembly is like... wow." You spoke softly, breaking the silence as the three of you made your way back up the hill.

You weren't quite sure what had happened with those two boys but Nagisa and Karma didn't seem too bothered until Asano showed up, for now you figured you would question that in the future.

"Unfortunately, you get used to it after a while."

A small hum came from your lips, your hair whipping behind you in the fall breeze as you continued to trudge up the mountain.

More silence came amongst the three of you, the elephant in the room refusing to be addressed until Karma finally couldn't take it anymore. He hated when things ate at him, he would rather just let it out.

"Are you going to move to A Class?"

Pausing in your steps you glanced over to Karma, his eyes trained on the ground as his teeth seemed to be grit together.

"H..Huh?"

"I asked, are you going to move to A Class?" Karma hissed, his golden eyes flicking up to your own.

For the first time in the past few days you've been with Karma, you saw a new emotion in his eyes...

Jealousy.

You didn't know the boy was even capable of feeling jealous or insecure, but here he was being vulnerable because he couldn't hold in his own feelings.

But how could he help it? You were unlike anyone he had ever met.

You were cheeky and easy going, while also tenacious and determined. For some reason you weren't intimidated by his abrasive personality or many other people, but at the same time you had a certain innocence about you that he wanted to protect. The urge to claim you as his own and protect you at all costs had grown stronger and stronger in him recently, and after seeing Asano confront you today it had only confirmed his feelings for you.

"Honestly, no." You replied simply, both boys looking back to you with shocked expressions. Your response was so blunt and simple, especially on something that was so important, "Admittedly my plan was to move up, after all that's what my parent's goal was for me... but after spending time with this class and meeting all my new friends, and..."

Biting at your lip you felt a soft blush dust across your cheeks before looking up to Karma with a warm smile, "And meeting you..."

Karma's eyes widened at this before his expression softened, a smile reaching his lips as you played with your delicate fingers.

"There's no way I could leave you guys behind. I've already learned so much this year and I've only been here for a few weeks. I don't know how I'll convince my parents, but I know without question that I belong in Class E. Nothing will change that."

Nagisa smiled down to you, both boys sharing a proud smile. Before you could speak up again Karma had already swooped you into his arms, swinging you around gently which caused you to laugh softly before he lowered you back down and kept you in his embrace.

You inhaled his strong scent before letting out a relieved sigh, pulling away slightly before looking to Nagisa with a grin, "Besides, I would never want to be classified as one of those Grade A snobs. I have much cooler friends up here."

"We think you're pretty cool too, Y/n." Nagisa said with a smile, turning back to walk up the hill as you and Karma followed beside him, his arm around your shoulder and your arm around his torso.

"The coolest." Karma said softly, placing a soft kiss on your forehead which caused your face to swell with red, except this time you didn't feel embarrassed.

You felt like you were home.

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#karma akabane #karma #karma akabane x reader #karma x reader #karma akabane x you #karma x you #kunugigaoka #x reader #x you #E Class slander sorry ya'll #soft #sfw #long fic

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1im-perfect1 · 2 years

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I don't know why people act like this is the first time a character was treated like Marwa

Gregor a past lover of Nadja gets hypnotized by her after she got bored at how mundane he was, causing him to get hallucinations and is forced into a mental health facility to then return and the plotline being resolved by Laszlo revealing he’s been killing him for hundreds of years which makes Nadja realise how in love she's with Laszlo and he gets killed off as a joke and returns as a ghost for Nadja to then tell him to get over it and move on

Benjy one of Nandor’s past familiars gets hypnotized to delete all of his memories about Nandor and the others his mind gets wiped off for decades and he gets abbandoned at a gas station just because he was too vocal about Nandor keeping his promise and when he comes back Nandor continues lying to him and makes him a vampire in the end just because he’s that annoyed by his presence

Topher Laszlo and Nadja's familiar dies on "accident" and they decide to bring him back as a zombie (a mindless monster with an actively decaying body) Nadja and Laszlo that are supposedly "incredibly attached" to him give him away for a couple of free keychains and he’s forced into labor for the rest of eternity

Sean Laszlo's best friend gets his brain fried by them and the three vampires decide to kill him in cold blood after making him live the worst night of life saying that they did a really good thing

Guillermo (not counting 13 years of mistreatment) gets thrown into a coffin twice with the possibility of him not surviving and the two people that did it don't care to even remember his existence

#wwdits #wwdits spoilers #What We Do in the Shadows #wwdits marwa #nandor the relentless #nadja of antipaxos #laszlo cravensworth #guillermo de la cruz

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thatsneakymedic · 9 months

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Every day, the bile in her belly swells and simmers. People like Danzo and Sasori and Orochimaru, she's coming to learn, are little more than bullies drunk on power. The only reason she does not confront them directly is because she is weaker than them. It would help no one, especially not Kabuto, if she charged in and got killed.

She has no idea what all the commotion is about, this time. Frankly, she's afraid to ask. But she can't just stand back and let Kabuto suffer. When she can get him alone, she has nothing to offer but a blanket and a mug of tea. She does not look him the eye, for fear of his seeing the tears of impotent fury shining in them that she's trying so hard to hold back for his sake.

@super-kame-love

Sitting alone in his room with his largest scalpel before him, along with some bandages and a bottle of hemostatic liquid for what he had intended to plan out if Orochimaru was dead serious on keeping this degrading seal on him.

He stares listlessly at the candle on his small desk as he tries to think about what would be his next course of action despite not wanting to think about how much chaos he had caused.

Sure, he may have let it slip but he was only correct that he had no idea that such a minor secret would bring out such consequences like this, and now he's been branded like cattle. Now he is no better and can be compared to the many mindless zombies that are in ROOT. A life that he had longed wished to forget, and now that reminder will always be on his body.

He doesn't even bother turning to see who it was, but judging by the slightly heavier and soft steps, he knew that it was his friend Aina. But in his state, he couldn't bear to let her see him in this sorry state. The soft tap of the cup of tea along with a warm throw blanket thrown on his shoulders doesn't faze him from his solemn mood, but he knew that she meant well. As even now, she is looking out for him long after he and she has left Konoha.

"Thank you." He whispered as his throat was still irritated from the pain of the seal that has left it hurting and made him feel and sound like he had eaten chalk and sand.

For a moment, he wished that he could and was able to cry in her chest, like he once did as a child when he failed to heal a fatally injured sparrow that passed away despite all of the care and healing he put into it. But he knew better than to let her see his emotions so he grips the blanket over his shoulders and he squeezes it anxiously.

For now, he should take it easy and rest so that he can collect his thoughts and think rationally on how... everything happened and if Orochimaru has a plan or a reason for the seal to be put on him.

#super kame love #me at aina #*HUGS HER TILL SHE IS UNABLE TO BREATHE*#Aina is the GOAT to kabuto #;_;#awwww #if you see the hint of the knife and vial of liquid #I would leave that to your imagination on what he plans to do with it

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sadhoglet · 9 months

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wow a lot's happened since i last posted here

I got double-engaged!! I have two fiancees and i love them both. I live with one and the other is long-distance but we're all gonna live together one day, and there's even some cute triad energy going already/flirting between the two of them omg it's so nice

I left Panera briefly, went to a job where i felt like a zombie and everyone was super unfriendly, and came back. I'm hoping to get another job that pays better/has better benefits but i guess i'm stuck for now.

My third gf ghosted me over the course of six months, barely speaking to me unless i messaged first, never trying to hold a conversation, etc., so I ended things. It had dragged on for so long that it barely felt like we were together anymore anyway.

My best friend also ghosted me??? She found a new bff and group of friends and suddenly stopped talking to me, despite us being super close and talking every day before that. I still work with her and I feel super awkward around her like....she basically replaced me despite saying a lot of shit about being best friends, sharing a lot of personal and painful things with each other, etc. It really feels like I was an emotional crutch for her while she was getting out of her shell, until she met her people and then I was thrown away. I feel super used and gross about it still. The worst part is, when i messaged her saying I felt uncomfortable and it was clear we weren't friends anymore, she was like, "wow, this feels like it came out of nowhere???" Which hurt even more.

I guess being ghosted by two really important people in my life at the same time kind of fucked me up, and I became incredibly withdrawn and isolated like I tend to do when things like this happen. Abandonment issues babeeeeeeeee. I didn't realize that's what I was doing until like two weeks ago. Weirdly enough, reading fanfics and gay manga is what got me out of that rut? Instead of distracting myself with mindless video games, having to actually think about feelings and relate to them.

So yeah, i'm gonna try and get back into therapy, because obviously I need it. Valerie recently got a job too and now she's out more/sometimes has to sleep earlier than me, and I've noticed how...lonely I get and how those negative, self-hating thoughts come back almost immediately. I want to write more too...or at least, journal on here consistently. Having a space for myself is really good.

I sort of broke things off with super-emotionally-distant-and-flaky-Sarah for awhile. Having intense feelings for someone i could never be with was really starting to hurt. Not her fault-- she was very clear about where she is and I honestly did it all to myself. But I came back after like a month and a half, oops. She's been actually trying more though, and i've been trying to temper my expectations in turn. It's become clear that she has mutual feelings for me too which is unexpected. Sighhhhh she's like the forever unreachable third wife I wanna have one day. I don't know if i'd go for a third relationship now, but for her, i'd always make an exception. She's really special to me.

Anyway that's my life. I'm still a traumatized mentally ill orphan child with health issues and an ED and body image problems but at least I have two amazing partners and a decent job and i'm not homeless. Super broke, but i can do nice things every now and then. I feel a bit stuck but...that's okay. I'm still growing. and my 30s have been the best years of my life so far. Here's to hoping.

#feelings #piggy thoughts #sorry this is a big block of text oops #oh well it's my tumblr i'll do what i want

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bloustorm · 11 months

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This was a very interesting dream as it gave me the feeling of being an action/horror movie with very different elements, I'm going to describe it the best I can because I feel like this needs to get out there but it will be hard because it was a very visual dream with

It started in the setting on a military base, the place felt deserted and abandoned, but it wasn't which only became clear later. It gave off this eerie feeling and I just knew that scientists had done human experimentation in here.

This blond dude, clearly military trained (think Owen from Jurassic World in looks and behavior) and his team were making their way through it because they had been called in to investigate the disappearance of a subject that had allegedly fled the compound and broken out into the world. The reason they were called was because all the other units were dispensed outside to go hunt it down with various technological objects to pick up a trace. He and his team were there to figure out how it had gotten out (nevermind that he didn't even know what they were searching for).

Instead of finding that they find this huge humanoid female looking being, she was looking like she was made out of lava, shape loose and dripping and very graceful. She didn't talk, but he was able to understand her, asking questions about how she managed to trick the people.

She had been used as fuel/energy used to power several things but she had learned to control her fire, to vanquish it and make it appear elsewhere. That she had hidden her own energy and thrown it outside the compound to make it look like she had escaped.

She demonstrated this by summoning this bubble in her palm, it was a blob of magma/energy/heat hovering about what was her palm connected to her with a few strands (now that I'm thinking about it it kinda looked like a ley line outcrop in genshin? but the things that hold the ball to the ground connected were more straight down and not as flared out)

He talked to her about breaking out, if she could summon these across the nearest city to make it look like she was attacking it, so all nearby forces would be drawn to it and they could get her out. They did that and it worked.

The problem was that it worked too well and another experiment escaped.

They were human once but not anymore, mindless beings driven by something, they escaped en masse like a zombie horde that was able to climb over walls. It isn't clear why there were so many how there were so many. They made these weird humming sounds that got amplified by the sheer mass of beings that made it. It sounded really ominous, this low level hum that just overlaid all other sound.

I switched to watching over this dude sleeping in the city previously mentioned (or at least I think it was the same), how he bolted upright when these sharp high-pitched sirens started and went for his go bag and was already to go and flee with the others. The problem was his brother and friends were still asleep, and despite his panic and him hurrying them on by the time they left the apartment the halls and building was deserted, safe for one dude who kinda appeared out of nowhere from some corner and talked to him.

They went out in the street where this huge crowd of people had gathered, everyone was unsure what to do and where the people in charge were, what was about to happen now. People started to panic and amidst the crowd this one dude started shouting and started to take control of the situation, declared himself the boss now and in generally made everyone more restless, stealing the hope saying they had been deserted left to die.

Then this woman with a megaphone appeared in the crowd, she started to calm everyone down and reassure people it was okay, explaining what was going on. She was standing on something as to better see people and it started to work, the crowd was calming down.

Then mid-word she was suddenly sharply pulled back and thrown into the back of a pickup truck that drove off, she was dizzy and it took her a bit to get her bearings and when she did she heard this humming and clicking and realized that these not-people had kidnapped her. Which was weird because nothing before had indicated that they would be intelligent enough to steal a car, or just grab a specific person, they had seemed rather harmless up to that point, if you ignore that the sheer amount of them posed a threat.

It's obvious that they are talking, the rhythm of the clicking and humming is different from the sound they usually give off and she hears this deep hum that overlays it all in the distance. It's loud and massive and so much bigger clearly from something so much bigger and she suddenly just knows where they are driving too, towards the beach.

She gets hit with a memory, from when she was younger (but still an adult?) of standing at this beach when an earth-shattering deep/dark hum appeared, coming from the deepest depths of the ocean, nearly driving her to her knees and making her ears burst with the sheer volume of it.

And this is what makes her panic, the memory of it the knowledge of what she will face. She does not want to face this, experience this ever again.

and that's when I woke up, I thought it was fascinating because while never shown or mentioned I just knew the thing in the sea was a huge octopus Cthulhu squid whatever, I'm not really sure, I just know that thing had tentacles and was some form of god.

The scientists in that compound had somehow tapped into that power and changed/enhanced these humans and made them easy for this god to take control over and command them. Thus why they suddenly had this clear drive and objective.

And she was grabbed because this God remembered how she had managed to stand despite it's overwhelming presence years ago.

While the others didn't appear again I knew that they would have been important later on, that they would have been important for the plot.

The blonde dude and his magma friend would have had their own adventure and plot connected to the other big plot of the dream, and the dude that was suspiciously over-prepared to just go and flee the city would have been important in some way as well I just know that.

#blou talks #my dreams #not sure how to tag it #blou writes #i technically did after all #after I woke up my heart was beating so fast #I had woken up in the middle of her panic but I wasn't panicking

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Cell (2016)

While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...

Stephen King has published over 260 stories. You can’t expect them all to be gems but he’s got that brand recognition. Some people will check out any project with his name attached to it. This is the only reason the 2016 horror film Cell was released. This picture does nothing new, the acting ranges from mediocre to passable and there are so few scares you’re likely to falling asleep while watching.

While waiting for a flight, Clayton “Clay” Riddell (John Cusack) is trying to recharge his cellphone’s battery when everyone using their mobile device suddenly begins acting strangely. As the people around him turn into mindless killers, he and train driver Tom McCourt (Samuel L. Jackson) escape. While looking for shelter and weapons to defend themselves – and wondering what exactly happened – Clay cannot let go of the idea that his son is out there, helpless.

It’s a zombie movie except the undead horde isn’t undead - they’ve been reprogrammed by some mysterious signal broadcast through their phones. From there, you can predict the film beat-for-beat. Characters join our two heroes, get a couple of scenes to themselves, only to be dispatched in a gruesome manner. People moan about the situation they’re in, gather up their things and move on. Clay wonders about his son. Rinse and repeat. The one angle that might be interesting – that the only means of communication along long distances has now become humanity’s enemy – is never explored adequately. We've grown more and more comfortable sending people text messages rather than speaking to them. You expect this idea to come up at some point - particularly when it becomes obvious the zombies are being controlled by someone not of this world – but no. There's so little innovation the only surprise would’ve been if Clay and his son found each other, single-handedly discovered a cure for the bleak scenario, saved the world and lived happily ever after. This picture’s idea of “mixing it up” is to have every human Clay and Tom meet actually be helpful.

I have great respect for Stephen King, who’s done far more with his life and has more fans that I could ever dream of earning but he’s got quirks that tend to seep into his stories and add unnecessary complexity to it all. This picture is a great example of his writing at its worst. At one point, Tom, Clay and their companions all have nightmares centering around a mysterious ghoul in a red hoodie… the same man Clay was drawing in his graphic novel months before any of this happened. Woah. What does it mean? Absolutely nothing. We never find out what is triggereing the cell signal (something I’ll actually credit the film for, as the unknown is much scarier than any concept they could’ve thrown our way) so it’s not as though aliens purposely targetting him. This must mean the drawing's similarity to Phoners's mascott is a pure coincidence or that the Phoners got incredibly lucky the one guy they really wanted to torment happened to not be on his cellphone at the time of the attack. Either way, that’s some crappy writing.

Cell actually played in theaters, which is a shock to anyone who watches it. This is bargain-bin zombie trash. It might catch your attention due to the casting of Samuel L. Jackson and John Cusack - back again from the excellent 1408 but stay away. Cell is a film composed entirely of clichés with a thin spread of what passes as innovation in the land of non-imagination on top. It’s never frightening, cheaply made and boring. (On Blu-ray, November 16, 2018)

#Cell #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #horror movies #horror films #Todd Williams #Stephen King #Adam Alleca #John Cusack #Samuel L. Jackson #Isabelle Fuhrman #Owen Teague #Clark Sarullo #Erin Elizabeth Burns #Stacy Keach #2016 movies #2016 films

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dabilove27 · 3 years

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How Far We've Come

Paring: Dabi x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: Angst, Character Death, Smut (female-receiving oral), A Cocky Dabi, Cussing, A lot of Pet Names

Word Count: 7.8K

A/N: This is my contribution to the Smut Pile Apocalypse Collab! If you have the time check out some of the other amazing pieces! Everyone has worked so hard to make some beautiful fics!

Thank you so much to my wife @lady-lunaaa for reading, encouraging, brainstorming, and helping me the whole way from start to finish. I have said it before but I will say it again. You are absolutely amazing and this fic wouldn't exist without you! 💜 Also thank you @/deathcab4daddy (not sure if you want to be tagged) for taking the time to read through and for your advice!

You've seen all those movies, the decaying zombie hoards, the massive explosions that wipe out nations, or an unexpected illness that mysteriously kills off the population. But you had never really expected for any of those apocalyptic things to become true in your own world. They were just fiction, never something that could actually occur. Yet here you are faced with the reality of a hoard of rotting zombies. Like you have been thrown into one of the many movies or TV shows yourself.

People aren't even sure how it happened, especially in a world full of quirks where this should be somewhat controlled, right? Wrong, whatever caused this zombie apocalypse also seemed to nullify quirks over time. There was so much speculation whether it came into the water supply or passed through the air. But none of that really seems to matter anymore when you are fighting for your life every day.

And as the mass of decaying, walking corpses steps closer and closer to you, it seems like your end is near too. The smell of organs exposed to the air and sun stink up the room. You can see the blank, milky white eyes of the undead that somehow can still find you even though they can't really see. You've had a partner, at least—the man who has stood with you during this entire shit show.

He stands close to you, a single rusted knife covered in stagnant blood, not nearly enough even combined with whatever you could find for fighting off the seemingly endless mindless bodies coming your way. He's covered in burn scars and rusted staples that pull at his healthy skin. People used to jab at him for looking like the walking dead before all this went down. His firepower from before would have solved this problem in an instant. This rotting mob wouldn't have stood a chance.

But instead, it looks like it's the conclusion for the two of you. Memories flash through your mind. A memory of escaping the daily struggle of your mundane life by sharing take-out on your old couch. Or how his kisses always felt like burning flames against your lips. Your regular life consisted of trying to numb the pain of the past with alcohol or working endless hours. Even though you didn’t have a traditional relationship where you could go on public dates, being in a relationship with a well-known villain was worlds better than this. But if you were going to die, at least it was together. Solidarity in times like this seems to help the never-ending dread that the Reaper looming around every corner ready to take you. Every moment in this new hell had you wished you had more time to develop your romance with him instead of the tragedy that was about to befall you. You wished you had more time with this romance and that it wouldn't end in tragedy. It's hard to believe that there was ever a time when you couldn't stand this man, but even now, that's a fond memory for you. You would give anything to return to that old bar where the two of you met and relive all of these memories.

It really isn't a surprise that you met Dabi in a dark, run-down bar near Kamino. No, not the "bar" run by Kurogiri; everyone who lived in this area knew that it was just a setup. This bar is a tiny little hole in the wall with paint chipping off the walls and where the seats were hardly held together anymore, but that didn't really matter to people who lived in this area. You didn't come to this bar for a luxury experience.

The main reason people came to this bar was its location. It sat deep in a seedy area which meant no police patrolling nearby so you wouldn’t need to look over your shoulder constantly. Plus, the cheap liquor was enticing enough.

Every Friday night, you were perched on one of the worn-out bar stools as you nursed your gin and tonic. This was your place to unwind after another hellish week of your mundane job. It was still early enough in the evening that the bar wasn't thoroughly packed with bodies trying to get their drink. The music was still soft, later it would blare whatever song was currently sitting at the top of the Billboard charts. You were able to turn your brain off and listen to other patrons' mindless chatter in the background. You could just sip your drink, maybe take a shot or two if you felt like, and then head home to pass out.

You relished this little getaway, an oasis in the slums that made up your small world. The bartender and regular patrons didn't bother you, so you could have your own peace. But your Eden got interrupted by a cocky, fire-wielding asshole who had set his sights on you.

You didn't stir when said asshole plopped himself down in the barstool next to you with a thump. It wasn't until the jerk actually spoke to you that you were brought out of your mindless daydreaming.

"Hey, pretty girl, what are you doing in a place like this?" He said with a smooth tone. You didn't even have to look at him to know he had an arrogant smirk plastered on his face.

Who the fuck does this asshole think he is? The irritated thought instantly pops into your head. Anyone who frequented this bar knew you were from around here. You weren't some soft, delicate flower that wasn't supposed to be "on this side of town." Preparing yourself by putting on your best "I'm not interested face," you maneuvered your body to face him, ready to tell him off.

Your words caught in your throat as your eyes met his two endless pools of cerulean. Your gaze shifted to take in the burnt skin clinging onto the shining staples that were rooted in his healthy skin. A familiar black coat spread across his frame that was even more recognizable than those eyes, and the patronizing smile that you wanted to slap off his face. As much as you wanted to throw up your middle finger at him and tell him off, you knew who this was. Hell, everyone knew who this was.

The League of Villains didn't necessarily keep quiet around here. They didn't have to. This is the area where they recruited people to join them. You didn't just flick off and ignore a LOV member. Especially the infamous Dabi, who wasn't really known for his kindness or compassion. More for his ability to burn anyone who defied The League to a crumbling crisp.

But still, who did this asshole think he is? Waltzing in here like he owned it and saddling down into your escape from the world only to tell you that you don't look like you should be here? Fuck that nonsense, League member or not.

You swallow down a bit of the initial anger as your eyes narrow into a glare at the cocky asshole. "Thanks but no thanks, I'm not interested in being involved with the League. So if you don't mind going somewhere else to scout, that would be great." You try to say without a tremble in your voice as you wave your hand in a "shoo" motion.

You aren't sure what you expect Dabi to do next., burn down the whole bar you included? Tell you that you have no choice but to join, and you're coming with him? Rip you out of your seat and reprimand you for disrespecting The League? But instead, none of those things happen. Instead, he does something you don't expect, and his grin grows a little wider as the staples begin to pull more at his healthy flesh.

You can feel your anxiety rising. Get out, get out, get out, this asshole will kill you, leave NOW, your mind is practically sending off every warning signal it can.

Your chest tightens when Dabi lets out a low chuckle. "Oh no, sweetheart, you've got it all wrong." He says with a dark tone. "I'm not recruiting you for work. My interest in you is personal." Dabi points at you and then at himself and finishes with an infuriating smirk that seems to be mocking you. He's moved his hand and placed it on your forearm that was resting on the smooth bar top.

A shiver runs through you as the mismatched textures of his skin and the cool metal of the staples. You feel your anger bubbling up again. How dare this jerk think that you will just fall for him like a desperate fangirl. You are livid at this point, frustration coursing through your veins, fuck the niceties and preservation. He needed to be put in his place.

"I know you think you are some big shot because The League is doing so well right now but fuck off asshole. I'm not a League groupie that will just kneel down and suck your dick just because you want it." You spit out at him while shrugging off his hand and moving your body to face the way you were initially sitting. Grasping your drink and lifting it to your lips, you try and down what was left so you could leave immediately, any extra moment around Dabi was a moment you didn't want to have.

You were sure Dabi would have given up or at least killed you by now. You can't imagine that he is used to being rejected by women. He's handsome in a way that doesn't fit with the norm. He fills in that bad boy check-list like it's his job, which it practically is given his profession. Again though, Dabi surprises you with his response. He doesn't yell, he doesn't use his quirk, and he doesn't kill you. He lets out another dark chuckle like he's enjoying this and continues the conversation you had tried to cut off.

"I didn't say anything about sucking dick, but if you're offering, who am I to turn down a gift?" That smooth tone is back as he moves his hand to your hair and runs it through his fingers.

Bewilderment overcomes you, and you can't even stop yourself before you are turned towards him again, glass in your hand, ready to throw what's left of your drink on him.

As if he anticipated the response, Dabi moves quickly and grabs your wrist in a tight grip. "Now, why would you want to waste what you have left, doll? That's not a very smart choice." His grip tightens a little more around your wrist, and you can feel the staples begin to dig into your skin as he lets out a deep chuckle. He moves your hand back down to the bar but doesn't let go even after your glass has left your hand. "There we go, good girl. Now let's talk just a bit." He says sweetly, loosening his grip just a bit, but not enough for you to move your hand.

If looks could kill, Dabi would have died a cruel death by now. You are seething at this point. But instead, you're stuck there as he continues to do whatever it is that he’s trying to accomplish. "What were you drinking? I'll buy you another one and then leave, okay doll?" He says playfully and with a cunning grin on his face as you mumble out your drink order. You just want him to leave, and you really hope he plans on keeping his word.

Dabi motions for the bartender's attention, gives your drink order and plops a few bills on the bartop. He still hasn't let go of your wrist, and each and every moment he is even touching you, you can feel your annoyance continuing to build. You want to ask him if he's done yet and will kindly get the fuck out, but you have a sneaking suspicion that he likes the cat and mouse game, which would just lengthen the amount of time he sticks around.

The bartender finally delivers your drink, and it takes everything in you not to rip your wrist out of his grasp and grab the new glass to pour over Dabi's head. "Okay, one last question, and then I'll leave." He drawls out as you put all your focus into the condensation forming on your glass. You stay silent, waiting for his stupid question so you can move on and never see him again. Dabi continues with that condesending tone that is starting to cause your head to ache, "How often do you come here? I'd love to see you again."

Your heartbeat picks up, and little shots of adrenaline start to flow through you as you contemplate how to respond. Of course, you don't want this asshole to know when you come here. This is your escape from the world. You never want to even see Dabi again, but something from this interaction tells you Dabi isn't going to give up easily. So you tell him your regular time that you show up at the bar every Friday.

Dabi squeezes your wrist a little bit before letting out another "Good girl, sounds like a date. I'll see you then." You never want him to know how those few words send a shiver down your spine. He saunters out of the bar without having a single drink himself. Patrons stare dumbfounded between you and the doorway that Dabi just exited, trying to comprehend what just happened.

You let out an exasperated sigh before leaning your head down into your folded arms. The bar top isn't necessarily the cleanest of places to lay your head, but it’s pounding and racing with thoughts, and you can't really bring yourself to care right now. You try to formulate a plan so you won't ever see him. You'll just move your regular day to Saturday instead of Fridays. But then that stubborn anger flares inside of you again, and you sit up straight, glancing at your newly unwanted drink as the ice slowly melts, lifting the remaining liquid in the cup. No, I'm not going to let that asshole ruin my spot for me. He can come around here every Friday, but I'll turn that jerk down a million times. You think a little smugly to yourself. We will see how the big bad Dabi feels being turned down over and over. Maybe that will sting his ego.

And so you and Dabi play this game of cat and mouse. He comes every Friday when you are there without fail, buying you a drink, chatting to you with sentences filled with pet names, and planning another "date" each time. And every time you tell him you aren't interested or to go away, or really anything to try and get that stupid fucking smirk off his face. But it always remains cemented there as he watches you get fired up. And what you don't realize is the two of you are getting to know each other. Dabi adds in little questions, "what's your favorite food, least favorite, what do you do for work?" And the questions go on and on. You don't realize your walls coming down as the two of you find similarities in each other. And if there is one thing anyone who sees these frequent interactions between the two of you can say, it is that Dabi is determined.

You are so used to Dabi's Friday visits that they don't bring headaches anymore, and you realize something more has developed when he doesn't show up one week. A mixture of feelings rests in you, anxiety, confusion, anger. You wonder if he's okay, or has he finally given up. And then anger if he has. You don't want to admit it, but you miss his company, and you don't even have a number to reach out to him. You feel a sense of loss in your chest. How could he just give up? He's been trying for months! You think as tears begin to sting for a moment in your eyes.

You leave the bar that night not feeling uplifted or relaxed but sad and angry. And you aren't necessarily looking forward to returning the week after, but you do come back to your regular spot and hope Dabi will show. Your heart almost stops in your chest when you see him walk through the entrance of the bar, and before you can contain the words, they tumble out in a frantic sound, "where were you last week?" You are standing in front of him now, looking up at that little grin he always has on his face whenever you get annoyed with him. You cross your arms over your chest and exclaim, "Well? I'm waiting."

"Aw, did you miss me, baby girl?" His poker face never falls, but his grin grows a tiny bit wider as he stares into your fiery eyes. And without warning, he wraps one of his long arms around you, pulling you into a tight side hug.

A small eep escapes you at the movement, and you move to push him off. "What the hell are you doing? Answer my question, you jerk!" You practically yell as you push away from him. He doesn't let go and just pulls you tighter to him, and you find yourself not struggling anymore as you take in the weathered texture of his coat pressed against your arm and the smell of cigarettes on him. You feel your walls starting to fall entirely, "I was really concerned about you." You let out in a whisper, not really wanting to admit it to him, but you weren't sure how you would feel if something like this happened again.

"Aw, babe, you did miss me." The delight in his voice makes you shiver a little. He gestures you over to your regular spot at the bar, and the two of you sit down in the weathered chairs. He puts a calloused finger under your chin to bring your gaze to his. You stare into his cerulean depths that you used to hate and find yourself softening a bit. "I had to do something for The League, but I don't have your number, love. So I couldn't call and let you know I wouldn't make our date." His face relaxes a bit as he watches your frown turn into a bit of pout.

"Okay, well fine, I'll give you my number. But don't just text me randomly, okay?" You huff as you lay your palm flat and motion for his phone. Dabi chuckles and shakes his head before handing you the phone without another word. Lifting the phone, you type your number into the cracked screen and hand it back to him. "Okay, now text me, so I have yours. " You say, moving to grab your phone to wait for his upcoming text.

"Hmmm, I don't think so, doll," Dabi says, taking in your furrowed brow and then relishing in the way you roll your eyes at his taunting.

"Fine, whatever, Dabi. Just text me next time you can't make it." You say sourly while searching for the bartender to order your drink. You don't want Dabi to see the slight sting of hurt in your eyes because he won't give you his. The rest of the night goes as expected, drinking and talking, and you find yourself laughing more, not realizing how much you truly enjoyed this time with him.

The two of you depart with another hug, this one much shorter than the first, but you find yourself leaning into the warmth that radiates from him instead of wanting to push him off. As you begin walking down the street home, you feel a buzz in your pocket. Pulling out your phone, you unlock it to the message from an unknown number.

Unknown Number: Hey babe, see you same time next week - D

A small smile comes to your face as you type a response back.

The following year you grow in your relationship with Dabi. There are never really any titles between the two of you. Just that the two of you are together. You never meet The League. Dabi is insistent you aren't involved with them in case things go awry. But you spend a lot of time together when work or villain work doesn't take up the time.

Your relationship together comes to a head at the very start of the apocalypse. The two of you sit snuggled together on your worn-out couch watching the news as a young reporter stands in front of a local research building in town and goes through the facts of citizens becoming "mindless and violent in a matter of hours." And how they have people under lockdown who are experiencing symptoms of this "mysterious illness."

A slight shiver goes through you as the reporter goes on. "That's really scary. No one knows what's causing it," you reflect aloud while you lean in closer into Dabi's outstretched arm that is resting around your shoulders.

"Aw, babe, don't be scared. Those mindless fools wouldn't stand a chance if they tried to lay a hand on you while I'm there," Dabi says with a glint of amusement in his voice. He always sounds so condescending, but you know it's the truth. Remembering a time at the bar when a guy wouldn't take no for an answer-not that Dabi really followed that either- but Dabi didn't hesitate to let the guy know you were already taken. He flirts and likes to jab a lot, but there’s a complete shift in the atmosphere when he's serious.

"Ugh, Dabi, you know I don't mean them attacking us. It's whatever is causing it that worries me. What happens if one of us gets it? There's no cure right now," You say and worry your lower lip between your teeth.

Dabi picks up on your anxious state, and his cocky facade fades. He pulls you on his lap so that you are fully facing him with legs pressed on either side of his. Dabi holds one large hand on your waist, and the other he presses to your cheek. Leaning your cheek further into his hand, Dabi moves his thumb to trace over the slight marks in your lip where your teeth were just placed. "Hey, listen to me, nothing is going to happen, okay? I won't let any of these maniacs hurt you, and we won't catch whatever they have," Dabi says tenderly as he gives you a small smile.

It's nice to see him like this- when his mask of superiority disappears, and he's focused on encouraging you. It doesn't happen often because you like to keep walls. Comfort from Dabi doesn’t need to happen often but you can’t say you don’t like it when he does. You enjoy these softer moments with him that only you get to see.

You pull Dabi into a light kiss. The gentle pressure of his mismatched lips fit seamlessly against yours. You pull away after a moment to look into his deep blue eyes that now captivate you. Dabi has that coy smile still on his face, and as his eyes meet your in that moment, it's like the horrible events of the world aren't happening anymore. All that seems to exist is the two of you, not the TV still prattling in the background or even the noises outside your city window.

Dabi lightly caresses your cheek down to the length of your neck and finally ending near where your collarbones sit. Everywhere he touches leaves behind a trail of goosebumps on your skin. Even with these simple touches, you can feel yourself starting moving against him, trying to create a bit of friction. Dabi knew how easily he could rile you up with simple touches. It was frustrating at times, and you wished you could have the same effect on him.

"I love you, babe. And no matter what, I won't let anything hurt you," Dabi tells you, and you swear his voice seems to be cracking, but the moment is gone before you can think about it. Dabi lives on being mysterious most of the time, and you rarely get to see this vulnerable side of him. Even if he doesn't say it behind that mask of cockiness, you can feel that there is fear of what's happening right now. Or at least that's what you think the fear is from, but Dabi will never admit the fear is from losing you to whatever this is. He isn't sure he could survive this hell of a life he's been given without you.

Your heart aches at his sincere words from earlier, and you whisper back, "I love you too, Dabi." Drawing him into a more intense kiss. Dabi begins to run his fingers along the hem of your t-shirt and delicately brushes the skin right under with his fingertips. You feel a moan bubble up inside of you, but his mouth moving against yours swallows the sound.

"I want you so bad, doll. Let's just forget what's going on right now, let the world fall away," he says in a husky voice after breaking away from the kiss.

You nod to him before letting out a content sigh and letting your eyes fall shut while Dabi continues to trace his hands over your body. Dabi trails his massive heated hands under the thin shirt you are wearing and down to your hips. You can feel the bulge of his cock through his jeans as it begins to press against your clothed core.

Opening your eyes, you meet Dabi's half-lidded lustful eyes and bite your bottom lip and allow yourself to give into Dabi taking over you.

You can feel your heart beating a little faster, watching Dabi drink in every ounce of you. Dabi is one of the only men you have ever trusted like this. To have you so totally vulnerable. It's strange how someone you didn't want anything to do with for months has become someone you rely on for everything- love, comfort, pleasure.

Dabi places open-mouthed kisses along your neck that leave you breathless. "Fuck, I'm obsessed with every inch of you," Dabi growls out before returning to kissing and sucking your neck and exposed collar bone.

You grip Dabi's shoulder to ground you back from floating away into complete bliss and tip your head out to give him more access to your neck. Dabi's mouth is like a flame that licks at your sensitive skin as he continues to trail his mouth all over. You could be trapped in this pleasure forever.

Dabi grasps the back of your head and roughly brings your lips back to his. With your mouths slotted against each other, you moan as Dabi finesses you to where you are lying on your back on the old couch, and he is hovering over you.

You break the kiss to quickly pull off his jacket and expose Dabi's scarred arms. And just as you have only trusted Dabi fully with yourself, he has done the same. Of course, the two of you have had sex with other people, mostly with lights off clothing still left on to hide the imperfections. But with each other, there is no more hiding.

Heat begins to pool in your belly as you watch Dabi pull off your shorts and slide his warm hands all the way back up your leg and massage the plush skin of your thighs. Once your shorts are removed, Dabi brings himself back to your face and, with a lustful sigh, traces kisses on your jaw and neck.

"Just relax and let me take you away from all of this, love. I want to hear every sound you make." He growls as he moves down towards your pussy and lays himself between your spread legs. Dabi lifts your thighs to rest on his shoulder as you let out a little gasp. You can feel the excitement and heat rising in you.

Dabi kisses down the inside of your soft thighs and stops to suck at certain spots, leaving minor marks in their place. He stops for a moment until you are looking directly into his captivating gaze, and then he licks a stripe up your pussy over the cotton of your underwear. You let out a breathy moan at the sensation. That jerk knows precisely what he's doing.

Dabi then grabs the thin material of your underwear and rips them away from your body with a tear. Groaning, you are about to curse at him for ruining another pair but are cut short when he sleekly licks up your folds. A delicate, playful moan leaves your separated lips. Your eyes close, and you cling onto his white shirt to ground yourself.

"Baby girl, you're soaking wet," Dabi teases as if you weren't aware but cuts off any retort again with a quick suck to your aching clit. You can't hold back the loud moan that bubbles up in your throat.

Dabi smiles against your lower lips and continues his ministrations. His mouth is open wide, so he can move back and forth from quickly licking up and down your sensitive pussy as well as suck softly on your clit. You feel light-headed at the extended sensations, little whimpers and moans falling through your lips. Dabi has always been able to leave you speechless with just his mouth.

"Dabi please," Your breathing hitches, and you moan out as he flicks his tongue repeatedly over your small bud. You can feel that hot pressure building in your stomach as Dabi continues. He laps at you like you are holding the only source of liquid left in this world, his tongue working wonders on your dripping hole.

Dabi pulls back and looks up at you as you eagerly meet his blue eyes, begging him to continue. He smirks before lowering his mouth back down and laps at your sopping core teasingly. Fucking bastard. Always a tease from day one.

Dabi licks his lips before returning to eating you out even faster as a series of cries and obscenities continue to fall out of your mouth. You can't hold them back. His mouth is so hot and wet against your core.

With another curse, you tell him you are close. A sigh escapes your lips, and your head tosses back onto the cushy arm of the couch. Dabi pulls away but inserts two fingers inside of you in place of his mouth.

"Fuck, sweetheart, as much as I want to hear you beg and plead for me, I want to taste you right now." Dabi lets out with a rough voice filled with desire. You whimper as he continues to fuck you with his fingers. He smirks at your blissed-out face and then returns his mouth to your pussy. His tongue flicks over your clit repeatedly as whines and cries continue to be let out of your mouth. Back arching, you bite at your lip, barely able to even process the words that came out of Dabi just a moment ago.

"Oh, fuck, Dabi, please. Please, I'm gonna cum soon." The words fall from your lips, and your mind feels numb to everything except the feeling of Dabi's tongue on your pussy.

Dabi grunts and gives another hard suck to your clit before pulling away just a bit. "Hell yeah, babe, come all over my face."

Your eyes roll back, and your mouth opens with another cry as your legs begin to tremble as the tension starts to rise in your stomach. One more lick, and you know you'd come. Dabi's continued suckling of your clit sends you careening over the edge. Your cries fill the room, and your back arches as your legs try to squeeze around his head. Dabi continues to suck and lick as you orgasm. Panting and with your eyes twisted shut, you cling to his shirt as you start to come down. A final curse gently leaves your mouth as you wait for your legs to stop shaking. Dabi takes one last long slow lick before sitting back and wiping his face with the back of his hand. You can't bring yourself to move from the couch, still panting and weak.

Your mind starts slowly coming back to you as the bliss begins to leave. The realization of everything happening in the world washes over you. But you were thankful Dabi took the time to distract you from the horrors of what's going on. You move over so Dabi can cuddle with you on the couch. It isn't much room, but it feels good to be this close with him, wrapped in each other's arms. You both slowly start to drift off to sleep, but you don't miss Dabi's final words mumbled into your hair, "I'll never let anything happen to you."

Shortly after that, the world seems to descend into madness. The illness grows more and more rampant. People are getting infected every day. Whether it's through the original source of contamination or by those contaminated biting or scratching someone. Panic spreads throughout the country. But through all of it, you and Dabi stick together.

From the moment it was declared an emergency Dabi was banging at your door, insisting the two of you find somewhere safer than your run-down apartment. Because while the two of you needed sleep, whatever these things are could go non-stop, and your apartment was not fortified.

You and Dabi lost your quirks a month after the emergency declaration, along with the rest of the population. People couldn't fight these zombie-like creatures off anymore. Like all the movies and TV shows, the bodies became more zombies than actual living people.

After a while of jumping around from a destroyed place to another, the two of you found yourself in an apartment building that had a sturdy enough entrance that the zombies couldn't break through. The daily struggles were still hard, though. Finding food and water to survive became a daily task for the two of you. Through all of this, he never left your side. He always insisted the two of you stay together. And so you did. Fighting the living dead, but sometimes the living too when things got even more terrible, and scavenging was your everyday routine now.

You lost track of time and could only follow when the seasons changed. But Dabi was really the only thing getting you through this. Seeing people destroy one another for food or shelter destroyed you inside. Never knowing if these zombies you were killing were someone you had known at one point, or just another faceless dead person tore at every corner of your brain. Dabi stayed strong for the two of you. Holding you every night on the ripped blankets, you could gather for the strange bed the two of you slept in. You would sob into his muscled chest about how you couldn't live in this world anymore, how you couldn't kill another person, alive or dead.

But Dabi would never let go. He would hold you close and let your never-ending tears stain the only shirt he had now. He would rub your back with his warm hands; even though his rusting staples would catch on your shirt and rip from his skin, he still did it. He would hold you until you fell asleep, whispering how strong you were and how he could never do this without you. And after all the tears, you were thankful too. Because without him, you'd be dead or alone. You knew that without Dabi, you would have never survived this long.

But you could see Dabi was hurting too. You couldn't find supplies to treat his decaying skin. He hid his daily pain from you, but when Dabi thought you weren't looking or listening, he would hiss at the pain of another staple pulling at his burnt skin or let out a huge sigh when he would try to put it back together, but it wouldn't cooperate.

The only hope the two of you held onto was each other and that possibly a cure would come soon. Not that either you could really access that information with no electricity; there wasn't any way to get information other than hearsay. You survived the best you could in this world.

And as much as this wasn't what you would have picked for either of you, at least you had each other. You tried not to think of a time when you wouldn't be together, even though the chances of that happening were high- it hurt too much. To survive in this world without Dabi would be too fucking much.

It's almost as if fate chose to play a cruel game with the two of you. It seemed like a "normal" trip out to scavenge for food and water. The two of you had to expand your search area since places closer were mainly empty.

This time you found yourself outside of a convenience store, a reasonable distance away from your home. It hadn't been completely destroyed by some miracle and was not overrun by the zombified people. Still, in a state of decay, though, Dabi was quickly able to kick his heavy boots through the door and get the two of you in.

Sauntering through the gas station, you quickly begin to pick up canned food and stale bags of chips and shove them in your worn backpack. Dabi is doing the same on other aisles until he lets out a chuckle. "Hey babe, look what I found." He says with a cocky voice holding up a few boxes of wrapped condoms above the aisle for you to see.

You roll your eyes. "Thanks, Dabi. Is sex really what we want to be thinking about right now? Let's just get this shit and get out." You let out with an annoyed huff and continue to push the limits of how much your bag can hold.

Dabi comes over to your aisle and snakes his arms around your waist with your back pressed to his chest. He places his chin on your shoulder and whispers in your ear. "Yes, all I can think about is getting your beautiful body back home and finally being able to finish in you, and with these, I can." He lets out a dark chuckle as he pulls you closer against him and bucks his hips playfully.

"Okay, horn dog, let's get this shit done, and then we can do whatever you want back home." You let out with an eye roll. It's hard to stay mad at him. You know he's trying to keep things light for you, to keep you happy because he can see how hard this is. And his regular teasing is one way he knows will bring a smile to your face.

As you are finishing up trying to take inventory of anything else in the store that you can take back, you spot the clear plastic that holds the cartons of cigarettes behind the cashier counter. While you didn't necessarily want Dabi smoking, you knew he missed the vice. Cigarettes were just as hard to find as medicine in this new world. Smiling to yourself, you move behind the counter and reach for the plastic flap to lift it up.

As you try to lift the latch, it doesn't budge. You look around for what might be blocking it before seeing the tiny silver keyhole to one side of the compartment. Crap, of course, it's locked. You really wanted to surprise Dabi with this. Maybe you still could. The key had to be here somewhere, right? You think while scanning around the counter. You try searching through the counters for a hidden key but no luck. Letting out a heavy sigh, you call Dabi over.

Dabi wanders over to your annoyed face and can't help but smile at your slight pout. "I wanted to surprise you! But I can't open it. Can you get it, please?" It comes out almost like a whine as you gesture to the cigarettes.

Dabi's smirk turns into a genuine smile, and he pats the top of your head before saying, "My sweet doll. Thank you for thinking of me. Let me help you out." You could smack him, but instead, you watch as he hastily rips the plastic covering away and slips his hand below it to grab one of the wrapped cartons.

At that moment, everything changes. The fun times the two of you were having shatters as a loud alarm rings through the store. Panic floods your system as you stare at Dabi wide-eyed. "There is no electricity. What's happening? There shouldn't be an alarm." Horror is laced in your voice as words spill out of you. Every walking corpse within miles will be here soon with the sound.

"Fuck, must have had a battery attachment. Come on, let's go." Dabi's usual playfulness is gone as he abandons the cigarettes and grabs your hand. He's grave now. Getting the two of you out of here safely is his only goal.

You follow Dabi quickly, a hand grasped tightly in his as he runs towards the broken-down front door. And that's when even more terror settles into you. Zombies are pushing their way through the open door. Their rotting bodies and white eyes focused on the area where the alarm is coming from. There weren't many around when you broke in, but now it seems like they are multiplying by the moment.

"Fuck fuck fuck." Dabi curses under his breath, quickly turning around and pulling you towards the building's back exit. You follow behind adrenaline surging through your veins fueled by your flight response. Dabi grasps at the metal handle to the back door and shakes it only to find it locked. "Damnit!" he shouts before kicking the door violently.

Your heart is pounding, and you feel helpless as you stare at Dabi while he continues to slam himself at the door. While the front door was glass and flimsier, this door was only budging slightly. With all your focus on the door, you don't notice the continuously growing herd filtering into the gas station. Not until you feel one brush against your shoulder.

Your eyes widen as you feel a scream bubbling in your throat. This is it. This is where the two of you die and either become fodder for a herd of living dead or turn into one yourself. Your brain is pure panic as thoughts fly through faster than you can catch them. You don't even realize you have screamed out Dabi's name until you see his face turn towards yours.

His typically blue eyes are almost entirely covered by his dark pupils as he takes in the monstrosities behind you. But unlike you, he doesn't hesitate. He pulls out a knife he keeps in one of his pockets and slams it into the decaying skull of the zombie that is right behind you. Splurts of dark blood hit your cheek as he pulls out the knife, and the creature behind you crumples to the floor.

"Keep trying the door! I'll keep them off you." Dabi shouts, pulling you into the spot he previously stood. Your heartbeat is so loud you can feel it in your head, and you can't even make a coherent response as you begin to slam your body against the solid surface. You can feel it give a little more with each push of your body, and everything in you is screaming not to give up. Doing your best not to glance at Dabi's grunting and movements as he continues to try and put down zombie after zombie.

You can't give up; this can't be the end . Desperately your brain is screaming as you continue to feel the door give more and more. Your shoulder hurts from the continued impact, but you aren't letting it slow you down. You can feel it; it's almost there.

Suddenly the door gives, and you can see the sun shining through on the other side. You cry out in relief and turn back to tell Dabi to come with you. But as your eyes meet, fear fills every ounce of you.

He's still fighting them off, but there is a gaping bite wound on his right arm— rows of teeth marks embedded in his skin. You feel like you're going to be sick. There is no coming back from this; there's no known cure. At any point within the next twenty-four hours, he would be another one of the walking dead, no sense, no logic, and looking to consume others. This can't be happening, this can't be happening. Your heart is sinking with every second that ticks by.

"What the fuck are you waiting for? Get out! Get out!" Dabi screams at you as he embeds his knife in another zombie.

"No, no, I can't leave without you! I-we can find something. I'll find something, please! Come on, Dabi, I can't do this without you!" You are sobbing now, hot tears streaming through the dirt and blood mixed on your face. An ache in your heart starts to form. You know you don't know how to help him, but you'll do anything to not leave him behind.

Dabi lets out a grin despite the feral dead people closing in on him. And gives you a wink before saying in a voice that seems too calm for the situation, "Come on, doll, you are the most intelligent person I know. You have to go. Live for us, babe. Look at how far we've come. Go show this world that it won't ever break you down. I love you, and I'll come to find you wherever you are in the afterlife and annoy the shit out of you. Now go!"

It's like your heart is being ripped into a thousand pieces. Your breath comes out in short huffs, moving towards hyperventilating. You want to go back to Dabi and cling on for dear life, but you won't let him die in vain. Not after that speech. That would be an insult to everything the two of you have overcome. So with all your strength, you give your lover, the man who has come so far with you, the last look before letting out a final "I love you too" and burst out the door.

You don't look back, aching feet propelling you forward as tears continue to stream and fall off your face. When you first met Dabi, you would have never thought you'd miss him. But you will , you'll miss every snarky comment, every flirty glance, and the tender way only he has loved you. The man that you were sure was just some asshole trying to get laid became the love of your life and sacrificed himself so you could live. And you could never let that go to waste.

#smut pile collab #Dabi x reader #Dabi smut #tw: character death #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #Dabi fanfiction #my fic #how far we've come

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theratsareinspace · 2 years

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Howdy! OMG Thank you for taking my request! I love Donna so much that it hurts! If I'm not being too greedy, could I request more of your beautiful work? May I request Donna(Yandere or not) coming across an s/o who's a human sized living doll who's been injured and had stumbled onto her property. Not sure what the doll is made of but it's human like and believes it to be human. If this doesn't make sense I'm sorry but thank you again for your time! Thank you for your work!

Bro ur so good at these writing ideas! This one took me a few days to get a feel for but daaaaang I fell for it hard. Enjoy!

No character or cover art belongs to me.

Stitches

You had no memories of your past. You’d been a person before your transformation, but you couldn’t remember exactly who you’d been. You had your old brain, but that was all that remained of your old form. Now, your body was made up of haphazard stitches and dying limbs. You wildly stumbled away from that awful factory, trying to leave all images of that awful man behind. He’d poked and prodded at every surface of your body, imbuing you with painful machinery and the glowing light on the nape of your neck.

“Not too long now, Doll. You’ll be ready soon.” He would say.

Every day, he would make this promise, and every day, he would break it. Every day, he made more adjustments to your mechanical innards, and every day, you were in more pain.

He called you his piece de resistance: The first sentient soldat. You were going to be his spy; his closest ally. You couldn’t even say no; he had inhibited your independence. You had to do what he said, or face the consequences.

Finally, you snapped. You were spending another night in the soldat’s barracks-- a crowded, noisy place full of mindless zombies-- which wasn’t a very nice place to sleep. You looked out the window as you always did, when a thought broke through the barrier your creator had painstakingly tried to create.

You could fit through the bars.

You were quite a slim creature, so wiggling your way out was an easy task. Once you were out in the snow, however, problems arose. Your bare feet quickly began to hurt. You began to walk in a random direction, intending to go as far away from the factory as you could. Soon, you found yourself in a thick wood, not knowing where you were or how you got there. Though it was the middle of winter, there were yellow flowers blooming everywhere. You sat down on a rock to rest your tired feet, and eventually, you fell into a deep sleep.

Some time later, you were violently awakened. A voice you never wanted to hear again stung your ears.

“What d’ you think you’re doing out here? You escaped? I’ll punish you for this!” He bellowed. Flecks of spittle landed on your face as you scrambled to get out from beneath him. “No, please, I…” You could barely react; sleep still had you in it’s clutches. You unknowingly scraped your arm against a rock, making a pretty deep gash. Karl suddenly stopped chasing you, going completely still.

You were confused; usually he would have grabbed you and thrown you over his shoulder by now.

Instead, his form seemed to shift. You realized it wasn’t Karl at all, but a young woman who somehow took his appearance.

She was wearing a fancy-looking black dress. It had brass buttons up the front, and it was form fitting. She looked like she could be trusted.

Of course that man would put programming in you that made you see if someone was trustworthy or not. You pushed your programmed instincts down and looked at her face. Half was covered by a massive, writhing mass, like many of the soldats had.

“Are you… are you okay?” She asked, her voice as soft as silk.

“Ye… Yes… I… are you a soldat? Are you here to take me back? How did you do that?”

“...soldat? No, I am not one of his creations… come…” She helped you up and slowly walked you back to her manor.

“What are you?” She asked, bringing you into the bathroom for what she called a ‘nice soak in the tub’.

“I… I don’t know.” You looked down at your messily-stitched hands.

“Are you… a doll?” The woman was inspecting your stitches from afar.

“... I don’t know. He made me to be a sentient soldat, but… I couldn’t. I couldn’t live up to what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to… to kill people. I don’t remember who I was, but… I know that whoever I was doesn’t want me to do that.”

She nodded, listening quietly.

“So I ran.”

“What is your name?” She asked quietly.

“I don’t have one…”

“May I call you… Bambola?” You smiled. The name was a good fit. “Bambola. That’s a good name.”

That afternoon, The woman cleaned you up, gave you food, and placed you in a guest room to sleep in.

As you began to drift off, you looked up to see if she was still in the room; she was.

“I never asked your name. I am Bambola, who are you?’ “Donna. I am Donna.” She said, looking from her book.

“... thank you, Donna.” You closed your eyes.

“You’re welcome, Bambola.”

#donna beneviento #angie beneviento #house beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #resident evil viii #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil 8 village #beneviento #lady beneviento

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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Hermit Rivals: Skizz and Logic

this is a bunch of short scenes put together based on the tiny amount of Skizz/Logic content we got in twitch rivals: hermit raiders :D they don’t really blend together very well but i couldn’t figure out how to do it so enjoy anyway lol

…

Waiting in the lobby for the competition to start, LogicalGeekBoy is talking strategy with his team when he feels something poking him in the back. He turns and finds himself face to face with a grinning Skizzleman. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Logic chuckles. “What’s up?”

“I’m gonna beat you,” says Skizz. “I can’t beat Impulse cuz he’s on my team so you’re next on my list of friends I wanna beat.”

“Oho, fighting talk, huh?” teases Logic.

“You bet! You may be one of the smartest people I know but I bet my team can beat you in a fighting-based competition.”

“Okay, you know what? You’re on.” Logic grins. “Forget first place; my only goal is to beat your team.”

Skizz grins back. “Oh, you are ON! You’re not gonna know what hit you!”

Logic laughs as he watches Skizz bound off back to his team. “So easy to wind up.”

“We better beat their team now,” remarks Doc.

Logic nods. “Oh yeah, losing is NOT an option. If he beats me, I’m not gonna hear the end of it for weeks. Maybe the rest of my life.”

On the other side of the lobby, Skizz bounces up to his teammates. “GUYS. We gotta beat Team Doc!”

“Okay, why them, specifically?” False asks.

“Because if I don’t beat Logic now, he’s gonna lord it over me for the rest of my life.”

“Are you sure you’re not thinking of yourself?” asks Impulse teasingly.

“Shut up, I hate you.”

…

“Uh, guys?” Doc’s voice comes over their team comms line. “I don’t want to alarm anyone but I’m currently being attacked by iJevin.”

“What?!” Logic yelps.

“Oh, this is the hermit mob round,” says Xisuma, sounding unfazed. “The waves this time are mobs retextured to look like the players in the event.”

“Well, THAT’s not disturbing at all,” Doc responds wryly.

Logic quickly slices down a mob version of fWhip, before darting around a house to find a lone mob he can see highlighted behind it.

But he stops dead as he registers the mob standing there.

“Oh no…!”

Mob-Skizz immediately starts moving towards him, arms up, trying to reach him to attack. Its movement is clearly that of a zombie but Logic is still frozen, his sword hanging limply in his grip. He doesn’t want to attack his friend.

“Skizz, please, I…! I don’t wanna hurt you…!”

As he backs away, trying to think of something else he can do, he feels his heel catch something and he topples backwards. He looks up to find Mob-Skizz advancing on him, within a few blocks of attacking. His sword is within reach but…

Logic’s rational mind knows this is just a mindless zombie made to look like his friend but he can’t bring himself to strike something that looks like Skizz, even when said thing is attacking him. He strains against Mob-Skizz as it starts raking its claws down his arms and trying to bite him.

Then he hears the sound of a mob taking damage and the pressure is lifted from his arms. Logic barely has time to breathe before he’s grabbed by the hand and hauled to his feet.

“Logic, FOCUS,” Doc scolds him. “We can’t afford to waste time dying!”

Logic watches Doc run back into the fray before taking a moment to inspect his arms. Several long red welts stare back at him.

He grimaces. Come on, Logic… It’s not the real Skizz attacking you. You think Skizz would hesitate to kill a mob looking like you? Get a grip.

…

“Oh no, all the mobs are hermits!” yelps Impulse, almost toppling off the roof of the house he’s perched on. “Skizz, get them towards the pit!”

Skizz immediately takes off running but as he’s luring the hermit-mobs towards the lava pit, something catches his eye. Out of all the hermit-mobs swarming towards him, one particular one causes his stomach to lurch.

“Skizz, let’s GO,” False’s impatient voice snaps.

Blinking himself out of his thoughts, Skizz dodges around Mob-Logic and leads a whole group of them carefully to the lava pit they’ve made. He jumps over and turns back to check it’s working.

And it is; the mobs try to follow Skizz over the opened trapdoors and fall straight into the lava below.

Skizz cheers. “Woo, look at that! It’s working!”

But his grin quickly falls as he spots THAT mob again, falling into the lava pit. He has to catch himself before he yells Logic’s name, as if it’s his real friend sinking into the lava. Mob-Logic is staring up at him with wide eyes, Logic’s eyes, as it dies a fiery death.

Unable to bear it any longer, Skizz takes off running and shuts himself in one of the houses, breathing deeply in and out to quell the nausea threatening to spill out of him.

“Skizz, where did you go?” comes False’s voice over the comms.

“I-I need a moment...!”

Impulse clearly hears the emotion in Skizz’s voice, and he’s known Skizz long enough to realise immediately what’s affecting his best friend. “Skizz, it’s not real,” he says reassuringly. “I know it’s hard but you have to see them as the mobs they are, not our friends.”

“You don’t understand,” whispers Skizz.

He opens his mouth again but he can’t find the right words. How is he supposed to explain how awful the churning in his stomach at the sight of his close friend dying in lava was? The way Logic’s eyes looked back at him as if asking “why would you do this to me…?” How agonising it was to fight against every instinct in his body screaming at him to jump into the lava pit and save his friend?

After a moment, he sighs. Come on, Skizz. Logic’s probably got no problem with killing a mob that looks like you. Get a grip.

…

In the lobby at the end of the round, False is looking at her team captains’ communication line. “Looks like Team Doc’s round is bugged,” she reports.

Skizz is immediately alert; that’s Logic’s team. “Are they okay?”

False nods. “Yeah, apparently the game seems to think there’s two raid guys left but they can’t see anything highlighted and it says zero of seventy-five on the side of their screen.”

“Oh, you’re right,” says Impulse, seeing 0/75 written next to Team Doc’s name on his screen. “It’s stuck on zero. What are they gonna do?”

“Just let the round end naturally, apparently.”

“Aw man,” mutters Skizz. He hopes Logic’s doing okay; he knows his friend has a thing about bugs and glitches.

But down in the village, Logic just wants this round to end. Exhausted from searching for the final two raid mobs their screen says still exist, Logic is morosely gathering up the hay bales from around the village. They had been doing so well. Sure, they weren’t on track to win or anything. But they may have at least gotten fourth or fifth, but now they’ll be sixth by default. All thanks to the stupid glitch. That’s points thrown away that they can’t afford to lose.

“The admins say they’re gonna put us down joint fifth with Team False,” Doc reports after a while. “Two points.”

“Better than one,” Xisuma mutters.

This actually helps Logic feel better. He knows their team can’t win but it would be nice to beat Skizz’s team.

…

Wandering around the lobby, listening to Doc and Xisuma argue strategies over their team comms line, Logic spots a dandelion lying on the floor. He picks it up and, after a quick scan of the area to find a specific person, trots over to the corner of the lobby where Team False are having a meeting.

“-why whatever we face next will be-.” False breaks off as she spots him approaching. “Hey! Logic! Get outta here!”

“Team meeting, man, c’mon,” Skizz, who is sitting with his back to the wall, adds. “Get outta here. Can't be stealing our strategies, dude.”

Logic silently places the flower on Skizz’s knee and takes a few steps back.

As he registers what the item is, Skizz glances up sheepishly. “Oh. Thanks, buddy.”

Logic just smiles. He and Skizz both know he tends to not speak much in social situations involving people he isn’t fully comfortable with.

“Yeah yeah, great, now get outta here,” False says brusquely. “This is our meeting place.”

In response, Logic sits down next to Skizz, looking expectantly up at False.

Impulse and Skizz both snicker at False’s exasperated eye-roll. “Skizz, make your friend go away.”

Skizz nudges Logic in the side. “You heard the captain, bro. We gotta talk strategy.”

Logic’s sad frown almost makes Skizz change his mind on the spot. He gives a chuckle and pats him on the shoulder. “Bro, you know I love you, but you’re not on our team. I’ll catch up with you later, okay?”

After a moment, Logic nods, stands up, and starts walking away.

Skizz watches him go, then jumps to his feet. “Hold on, be right back,” he says quickly to his teammates.

He rushes after Logic and catches him just turning the corner. “Wait a sec, Logic.”

Logic turns, smiling at his friend. “What’s up?”

Skizz hesitates, then clasps Logic’s hands and presses a small item into them. “Stay safe, buddy,” he says earnestly, before turning and rushing back to his team.

Logic stares after him for a moment before opening his hands to check the item Skizz gave him.

It’s a totem of undying.

…

Logic is perched atop the sky island, firing down on the ghasts from above. Far down on the ground, he can see the figures of Doc and Xisuma taking on the ground mobs. Even though he’s not great at fighting, Logic is far better with a bow than a sword.

A ghast screech behind him causes him to spin round. To his horror, he finds a ghast staring directly at him from less than a hundred blocks away, a fireball already flying towards him. He swings his axe back, ready to try and hit it back at the flying mob, but he mis-hits and the fireball knocks him clean off the island. And it’s only now that he realises he forgot to grab the elytra from the chest.

Logic can’t help a scream as he plummets, hands fumbling for anything he can use to save himself. But he has no hay bales, no buckets of water, no elytra. Nothing except…

His fingers close around the totem of undying JUST before he hits the ground. The loud explosion-like sound and spray of green sparkles lets him know the totem worked. He hurriedly scrambles into the nearest house and shuts the door, breathing heavily.

“Logic, you okay?” comes Xisuma’s voice over the radio.

“Y-Yeah, all good,” replies Logic shakily. “Gimme a second.”

He checks himself down. No injuries anywhere.

A smile spreads over his face. “Thanks for looking out for me, Skizz,” he murmurs.

…

Skizz sits on the stairs leading up to the seating area, absently twirling the flower in his hand. As is the same after every event, his mind is occupied by racing thoughts and ideas of how he could have done better.

“Penny for ‘em?” comes a friendly voice.

Skizz glances up to find Logic coming up the stairs towards him. “Hey, buddy. Nah, you don’t wanna hear about my stupid thoughts.”

Logic sits down next to Skizz. “Try me.”

After a moment, Skizz sighs. “I dunno, I just can’t help feeling that I held my team back. We came last overall and… it was probably my fault.”

“No, dude, I can assure you it wasn’t,” responds Logic kindly. “Nobody held their team back. You’re always gonna feel like that on a team with two hermits.”

“Did you feel like that?”

“Yeah, I did. I always do when I’m in the presence of hermits. It’s only natural, really. You feel like an imposter almost, like you shouldn’t be playing with such esteemed people. Like even your best will pale in comparison to their average. Like…”

As Logic trails off, Skizz glances sideways at him and finds him staring numbly into thin air. “You okay…?”

Logic blinks himself out of his thoughts. “Oh. Yeah, sorry. Anyway, my point is don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“It’s hard not to be,” responds Skizz morosely. “I don’t think I can name a single useful thing I did that wasn’t what False or Impulse told me to do.”

“I can,” Logic says immediately.

Skizz raises an eyebrow. “How would you know? What can I have done that you would know about?”

“You gave me the totem of undying,” replies Logic pointedly.

Skizz stares at him for a moment. “Wait… really…?”

Logic nods. “I fell off the top island in the fourth round. No elytra, no water, nothing. That totem you gave me saved my life. Even if that was the only useful thing you did unprompted in the whole game, which I doubt, it was worth it to me.”

“Aww…” Skizz puts his arm over Logic’s shoulder. “I’m glad I could help you out, brother.”

The two fall silent for a moment.

Then Logic clears his throat. “So… those mobs that looked like us…”

“Creepy as hell.”

“Extremely creepy,” agrees Logic. “It was cool at first but when a mob that looked like you was trying to bite my face off, it wasn’t quite as cool.”

Skizz blinks. “Oh jeez, that sounds terrifying.”

“And painful too,” Logic says, holding up his hands to show off the red claw marks down his arms.

“Wait, wait, what?!” Skizz stares at the wounds in shock. “That was mob-me?!”

“Yeah, it was vicious. Nearly killed me.”

“Oh gosh…” Skizz shivers. “I’m so sorry.”

Logic laughs. “Skizz, it was a zombie retextured to look like you! You have no reason to apologise.”

After a moment, Skizz nods. “I guess. And hey, I had to watch a mob that looked like you get burned alive in lava, so…”

“All in all, a very good round for nightmares, then.”

“You’re telling me.”

Another pause follows this, punctuated by Skizz rising to his feet and stretching. “Man, I’m worn out. Wanna go hang out with the gang before we go home? Say goodbye to everyone?”

“Thanks, but I don’t think I’d be very good company,” Logic responds. “I’m pretty tired and there wouldn’t be much point in me being there if I don’t talk anyway.”

“You’re always good company to me, brother,” says Skizz warmly. “Even when you don’t talk.”

Logic can’t help a smile. “Thanks. Okay then, I’ll come along.”

“Awesome!”

As the two head down the stairs, Logic adds, “And you usually do a pretty good job at interpreting for me, anyway.”

“Usually?” Skizz pretends to be affronted. “Uh, I’m AMAZING at reading your thoughts, thank you very much.”

Logic chuckles. “Uh huh, sure. You know what you're NOT amazing at?"

"What?" asks Skizz warily.

"Beating me in a fighting-based competition."

"OKAY LISTEN-."

#twitch rivals #hermit raiders #skizzleman #logicalgeekboy #vaunna writes

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shieldherostuffs · 3 years

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RotSH Prompt!

Zombie Apocalypse AU

(Okay, I just watched Marvel's "What If..." Series and I got this Idea after watching episode 5, "What If... Zombies?!", so here y'all go.)

*★°*:.☆.:*°★*

A weird plant-like Monster has appeared in Melromarc. It has been taking over the bodies of the adventurers that came to kill it, turning them into mindless slaves.

Itsuki and his party end up being the ones to find the Monster. Around it is a gruesome scene, and it became obvious that the Monster didn't possess or take the people. It controlled their dead bodies. But, the monster was weak enough to die to a single one of Itsuki's arrows.

But, despite that, the bodies are still moving.

The Monster only controlled them to its will by releasing a spore after reanimating their corpses. Now, the dead bodies are free to seek out to try and fill their hunger or fresh food.

They're zombies.

Quick to realize this, Itsuki and his party hurry to leave the scene before being spotted, so they can get away and alert as many people as possible, and the Queen.

However, the zombies, despite their broken bodies, travel fast, infecting all humans and demi-humans in their way.

And they're not just bodies trudging about. They can still use their magic and weapons, and the demi-humans still have their great senses, skills, and strengths.

They don't feel pain and have no body restrictions because of that. Even when burnt or frozen, they keep moving, until their heads are shattered.

When Naofumi, Filo, Raphtalia, and Rishia had been hurriedly picked up from their camping spot in the forest by Fitoria, into a large, bus-like carriage already containing the other Four Heroes, the Queen, and two Princesses and Eclair and the Old Lady, they were confused.

They had no idea what was going on, or what giant horde of zombies was surrounding the forest. They were lucky Fitoria got to them first.

Upon seeing the destruction and demise caused by the zombies, Naofumi becomes sure.

This world wasn't worth saving, and now it's already doomed.

Fitoria takes them all to Cal Mira Archipelago, since it's a bunch of islands off the mainland, that the zombies can't get to yet.

The people of Cal Mira are shocked and devastated once they learn of what's happening on the mainland, and while Queen Mirellia tries to prepare the people to migrate to another kingdom, something happens.

A Wave-Time appears. Four days until another Wave will happen.

They don't have the manpower or resources for this, but they have to try. They're already signed up, and can't get out of the teleportation.

Four days later, the Wave Happens over Cal Mira's islands, and Monsters fall from the skies again.

People too.

L'Arc, Therese, and Glass are back, once again with the goal of killing off the Four Cardinal Heroes.

But, before they can properly fight, Naofumi asks to talk a bit.

He tells of what has already become of this world. During those four days, they were at Cal Mira, Fitoria has felt over half of the world become overrun by zombies. Only a few people, those living on islands, are left. And not even they're completely safe, for the demi-humans are affected too, and the water-based ones are on their ways.

A few have already washed ashore at Cal Mira's islands.

Shocked at the state of the world, the three can't help but feel kind of bad.

Naofumi also mentions that because of his high defense which only L'Arc and Glass have been penetrated, he's probably the one who's safest from the infection.

After hours of fighting side-by-side while talking, the otherworlders decide to take the survivors at Cal Mira to their world. As the Wave ends, this world's doom is sealed.

Something happened during the teleportation to the other world.

Glass, Raphtalia, Eclair, the Old Lady, and the rest of the people from Cal Mira landed in Shroud. But, Filo was pushed away from everyone else with one of the demi-humans from the group, while Naofumi, L'Arc, Therese, and Rishia were thrown in another direction.

(Kyo intervened, and ruined them all landing together.)

Naofumi, L'Arc, Therese, and Rishia all end up in the infinity labyrinth where they find Kizuna.

After some traveling and fighting, and reuniting in Shroud, the group can let out a sigh of relief, as all they have to think about is getting the otherworlders settles in this new world and the Waves and Wars in this world. Still, probably better than a zombie apocalypse.

But...

After a few Waves, something happens...

The zombies start coming through the Waves.

Their peace was short-lived.

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Tagging: @rosesinbloom7love, @zachy-akaya

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Personal Headcanons ⭐️:

If the Four Heroes were or gets bitten, they would succumb to their Cursed Series. Their weapons would stay with them, unable to discerns a moving body fuelled by sin to a living and breathing person. Meaning, Naofumi, if he would actually end up infected, would be easy to discern in any horde of zombies. A fire full of a zombie dragon's wrath would be constant around him, uncaring of the zombies around, burning them to ashes if they moved too close.

Though he would hesitate if he got too close to anyone from his party, subconsciously not wanting to hurt them, he'd probably end up dead by the curse taking its toll on his body, and burning him to ashes, before the shield would disappear.

The only reason Bitch is still alive is because she leeched close to Motoyasu when they got overwhelmed before being rescued by Fitoria.

Healing items and potions don't work on zombies because they're already dead.

TheRuFumi would hesitate if either of them were turned into zombies, and hell, maybe they'd even fend off other zombies from getting too close.

#Rising of the Shield Hero Zombie Apocalypse AU #zombie apocalypse #zombie apocolypse au #shield hero #the rising of the shield hero #rising of the shield hero #shield hero prompt #fanfic idea #fanfic prompt #naofumi iwatani #l'arc berg #therese alexandrite #fitoria #potential therufumi

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 years

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Soulmarks, Part 5

First part

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The air left her lungs. Her suit was the only thing keeping her in one piece as he rolled over her.

Part of her just wanted to lay there and let him run her over again as she watched him come to a stop and start pushing his way back towards her, her entire body ached and screamed with every little movement, but she couldn’t let Chat’s sacrifice be in vain.

She pushed herself to her feet and watched Tim pick up speed. While he definitely had brute force on his side, his ability to make quick turns and stops was extremely limited.

Marinette jumped out of the way right before he could hit her again and he rolled right past, slamming into the white soldiers and toppling a huge group like bowling pins. He didn’t seem all that concerned with the bumps as he slowed to a stop and then started back in her direction again.

Hm…

She ducked through the crowds and grinned widely as Tim followed after her with no real regard for all the soldiers he was mowing down. They didn’t have magic suits to hold them together, so it affected them far more than her.

“HEY!” Yelled Bona-parts, who had finally noticed the commotion.

She sent him a cheeky wave and started in his direction.

The man was too smart to get bowled over, quickly dodging her/Tim’s attack, but she didn’t care about that as she knelt down and scooped Adrien up. She sent a wink as she ducked out the park and began running down the streets, Tim on her tail and rapidly gaining speed.

She slipped down an alley a while away that was too small for Tim to fit through. She set Adrien down.

Her soulmate groaned in irritation and punched the forcefield. Bright green light threatened to blind her and when she looked back Tim had been thrown back so hard he’d rolled a few meters.

He looked down at his hand and she could practically see the gears turning in his head. There was a short moment where he didn’t seem to know what to do. Then he shook out his hand and got to his feet.

He stepped back for a running start and then crashed into the alley.

Marinette was horrified to find that the building crumbled a little with the force.

He backed up and started again.

She listened to the dull thumping of the force-field crashing against the corners of the buildings repeatedly. The buildings would eventually cave, but that was a problem for a few minutes from now.

She wanted to lay down, but she knew that if she would she wouldn’t be able to get up. Instead, she settled for leaning heavily against a wall and resting her head back.

After a few minutes she finally managed to steady her breathing enough to speak: “You’re fucking stupid, you know that?”

“I think my plan worked,” he muttered, his face a bit pale as he pulled his broken leg to his chest. “Just… not how I intended.”

She shook her head slightly. “That’s literally the definition of a plan not working… but okay, sure.”

He sent her a slight glare and probably would have kicked her if either of their bodies could take it.

“Plagg, claws out,” he murmured, and there was a crunching sound as the suit forced his leg back into its normal shape. He pushed himself to his good foot and then slowly started applying pressure onto his bad one to get it used to holding his weight. “Well, we have…” He looked at the steadily crumbling wall as Tim ran into it again. “Around five minutes to plan before your soulmate makes this place cave in on top of us.”

She nodded and pulled out her yoyo. She messed with it anxiously as they thought.

She couldn’t come up with anything. Did it matter if she could, though? All the plans that she had employed that night had backfired spectacularly.

Ah, she could hear footsteps in the distance. They must have finished up Alya and Nino’s execution.

“They’re going to find us,” said Adrien.

She looked at Tim and cringed. He was right, unfortunately. A ball of pure light was hard to miss, and the sun was beginning to set. She may as well have had a neon sign over her head saying ‘Ladybug! Over here! Come get her!’

Her eyes found Adrien’s and she sent him a weak grin.

“Actually… they’re going to find me.”

She tore through the streets, Tim rolling after her.

She had considered trying to lose him through back streets and alleys, but decided against it. Even if it was a pain to dodge his attacks every few seconds, he was useful for taking down the soldiers.

She grinned as she turned a corner and saw the first group of soldiers. She glanced back and saw Tim slowing and then restarting in her direction.

She stood still, watching both of them coming at her.

She vaulted over the force field and grinned as Tim bowled over the guards. He turned around and rolled over them again as he started back in her direction.

Good, they wouldn’t be getting up any time soon.

She tried not to think about the fact that these were once people. After all, they were mindless zombies right now. She was putting them out of their misery.

Or, at least, she hoped.

But, since she could think of no other solutions, she continued using Tim to mow them down in droves.

As time went on, and the sky got darker, more and more soldiers started appearing, drawn by the light.

She could tell her soulmate was getting more and more frustrated as she dodged his attacks, but it wasn’t as if he could really change his strategy. There wasn’t much else he could do. He just had to hope she eventually tired herself out enough for him to land a hit.

And she was getting tired. And she could feel her injuries worsening the more strain she put on them. Her ladybug suit helped, but it could only do so much.

She was running out of time...

God, where was Bona-parts when you actually want to see him?

Oh. There he was. She reconsidered wanting to see him as her eyes found his blood-covered axe.

At least she knew where the akuma was.

She smiled and sent a wave to Bona-parts and then rolled to the side as Tim came past her.

The akuma dodged as well and stopped for a second to concentrate. She paused and looked around, waiting for the rumbling that accompanied the soldiers’ arrival…

But there was none.

“Where are they?”

She shrugged, trying not to let her relief show. “Would you like me to show you? I need to run from that guy anyways.”

“You do, do you?” He said thoughtfully.

“Try and use it against me if you want. Don’t think you have a way of pinning me down that won’t get you hurt, too, and my buddy here isn’t all that concerned with extra casualties.”

She saw Bona-parts take in the way that the green glow of the force field was somewhat muted and grimy. As if it were covered in a thin layer of paint.

“You killed them?”

She dodged another attack from Tim and shrugged. “I don’t think you’re one to talk.”

Bona-parts opened their mouth to respond and then whipped around, axe swinging. They missed Chat’s nose by centimeters.

Marinette cursed. There went that idea.

She pulled out her yoyo.

She glanced back at Tim and sighed. He was barreling towards them again. Fun.

Something clicked in her mind and she grinned as she gave Bona-parts a quick kick to the side. He scowled and turned his axe on her, swinging it --.

She jumped over his attack and he hit Tim’s forcefield. A beam of bright light forced her to look away momentarily.

She peeked her eyes open hesitantly.

Her soulmate had rolled an entire city block and was now lying unconscious in his bubble (or, at least, she hoped he was just unconscious, the kid had gone through enough).

Then her eyes found their way to Bona-parts. He was struggling to pull his axe out of where it had gotten stuck in a nearby building.

Chat grinned and pressed a finger to it. “Cataclysm.”

Marinette breathed a sigh of relief as she captured the akuma. Now all that was left was --.

Fuck. The lucky charm. She didn’t use her lucky charm at all during the battle…

Well, apparently it was a good thing that she’d summoned those handcuffs earlier after all.

She pulled them from her belt and smiled. “Miraculous Ladybug.”

Ladybugs swirled around everyone and she felt her bones mending under her suit. Cool, now she could actually take it off later without turning into mush.

She walked over to Tim and her eyes widened as he came into view. The ladybugs had helped him, too. His skin had been returned to a healthy shade and his hair was a glossy black.

Sure, it wouldn’t erase the memories of what had happened, but at least he wouldn’t have a constant reminder every time he looked in the mirror.

He curled up inside the bubble and rested his head inside his hands.

She looked away from her soulmate. She didn’t know if he was crying or just confused about why his likely concussion had disappeared, but it felt wrong to watch and find out.

Chat walked over and leaned against his baton as he smiled at her. “Well, Bona-parts is dealt with. Apparently, she worked at Amazon.”

Marinette nodded. “That explains it.”

He shrugged. “Yeah.”

She watched Tim slowly start to stir and winced. She really did not want to do any more fighting right now…

“Think you can do a portal to the bottom of a staircase?”

“Yeah. Why were you in an abandoned building, anyways?”

“Long story. Wanna meet some American superher --? Oh, wait, no, vigilantes. They call themselves vigilantes over there.”

He grinned. “Are they too good to be heroes?”

“Too bad, apparently. Even though they don’t have the balls to kill anyone.”

“Losers.”

“Absolutely. Wanna meet them?”

“I’d love to.”

Kaalki opened a portal underneath the three of them and they found themselves back in Arkham.

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Next part

Taglist

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#timinette #timari #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #red robin #tim drake #soulmarks #maribat #adribat

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inavagrant-a · 3 years

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Spoilers ahead, fair warning. Just gonna dissect the hand I was dealt with the recent update. The whole time you’re humoring this post I hope that you’re picturing me like this because it’s that exact energy:

It was so, so good even if perhaps the downfall of La Signora really did affect me more than I thought it would? Felt pretty raw to me.

Anyway to the subject at hand: Scaramouche.

He was the one in charge of the factory and the one who made sure the delusions got manufactured properly. His total disregard for human life is absolutely disgusting. They’re all like toys to him which is absolutely hilarious because long and overdrawn story short he’s essentially a “toy/puppet” himself. Mind you, not a weak one or one to be meddled with by the clear and obvious sounds of it.

Mona in 1.2 back when now really hitting me hard. Why she was so panicked and why reacted so quickly. Mona was genuinely scared of what Scaramouche could have possibly done. He was legit /that/ dangerous, strut and all. At least when his intent is to cause harm, since talking to him isn’t something that’s off the table, but is still something to be on edge about.

Going back to the surpassing cup of the pale flame and then taking into account what Yae and Ei had to say about him. It’s so interesting to read his perspective and then read what they say. From his perspective he makes it sound like he was thrown in the trash, he was thrown away like he was some piece of trash and he wandered mindlessly for years on end until /he/ made the decision of joining the Fatui. Whilst with Yae and Ei, Ei didn’t throw him away, she let him live as a “normal Inazuma man” for years, Ei doesn’t want to take control over him or even attempt to manipulate him because she /feels/ like she owes him something. Yae emphasizes this by saying that very same thing, that Ei didn’t dispose of him because she felt bad for him essentially, so Ei allowed him to wander and live on his own and attempt to have a normal life when all of a sudden the Fatui took interest in him and /found/ him, implying they took him in.

Unlike the pale flame’s declaration that Scaramouche made the DECISION of going with them. Ei and Yae claim he was TAKEN by them when they found him. Unreliable narrator at play or let it be pride, either or that was pretty damn sweet to me. Someone somewhere isn’t being 100% and it’s not that hard to tell who that person is. This “kindness” of letting Scaramouche live as a normal Inazuma person isn’t anywhere implied in the pale flame cup, nowhere not even as a treat. One can argue and say that maybe the whole time he was upset he was cast aside like that which is true, especially if he was in a mindless limbo-like state, but Yae really emphasizes that before he was taken by the Fatui he /lived/ a normal life which implies to me that he wasn’t always this zombie-like puppet just wandering and walking around where the wind took him. And again, nowhere in the pale flame set is there a mention of a life before the Fatui. Just that he hollowly wandered for years till he said he would join them. I bring forth the possibility that even if he was “divinely created” and is now essentially a walking threat (always has been but just confirmed now) he’s still a puppet, he’s still something that was manufactured out of technology AND the divine so faulty memory like there’s “something wrong with his system” could and might be a thing as well. Either or are pretty good and I will definitely play with the idea of either or.

Scaramouche’s real name is Kunikuzushi, you find this out from reaching friendship level four with Ei. His name means “to destroy a country.” Your honor that shit’s terrifying, good for him, good for him.

Though his powers were sealed Kunikuzushi HIMSELF was always allowed to live as he so pleased, this going back to what Ei said about how she couldn’t find it in her to do anything to him because she feels like she owes him/Yae says Ei feels bad for him.

We find out that it was those within the rank of the Fatui that messed with him and unlocked that which was sealed inside of him and made further adjustments to even make him more terrifying than he already is/was. I find it absolutely interesting that, going back to that point, he was in charge of overlooking the makings of delusions. I present the idea that he’s mostly made out of whatever advanced technology was used to make him but with archon residue as well since he was initially the “prototype.”

The “found family” trope but with a dark twist.

Kunikuzushi essentially found a family in the Fatui, he was given a spot, he was given a place, and a role, more meaning than what he was dealt with and even given more power along the way. Truly, just like the harbingers can barely stand each other, Kunikuzushi is the very same way with them, but even then they’re all in their best interest, especially when it comes to getting things done.

I found the “reason” behind what happened in Inazuma a little weak? For money? Really? But like I get it, especially when it’s Kunikuzushi who says why things are how they are. He literally has no regard for human life, he doesn’t give a shit. Let these tools do what they must so long as he’s doing his job and he’s benefitting off of it.

Anyway I had more to say but this got too too long so I apologize. But yeah, it was a pretty good part, it was well done anyway.

#[ᴍɪsᴄ]── OOC.#genshin spoilers cw #in conclusion: fandango

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theowlhouseheadcanons · 4 years

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How would Luz work as a playable character in a fighting game?

okay, I got tons of fun making this

There are many fighting games, with various styles and mechanics, but when I saw your ask my brain shot straight to Super Smash Bros Ultimate/Brawlhalla, so I´ll be designing our human witch according to those games style!

General:

Just her casual clothes and the cloak Eda made for her;

Her glyphs are her main style of fighting, making her a medium/long-ranged character;

Her items include:

Toy Sword (default weapon item)

Azura´s book (can be thrown to cause a small ranged explosion of magic

( I´m ranging with the need to draw it in game style, so I might add it later;)

Combat:

Default Attacks: uses them attached to her hand, so she can uses her powers as an extended part of her movement, “punching” and “kicking” with fire, ice, plant arms and light; combos are a mix of those movements;

Powerful attacks: She throws glyphs on the floor to make a line of flames, or does a spin that projects ice spikes all around;

Blocking: She hold her cape in front of her, batman-ish style

Sword: default sword dynamics, but it makes recorded swing sounds when used, and when she picks it up it says “By the power of Skullgar!”

Poses/Emotions:

- Default: Luz will perform a little spin in place, which causes a bunch of little light spells to fly around her, finishing with her arms crossed and a “finger-gun-hand-pose” under her chin, beaming at the camera;

- Other: Luz puts a piece of paper on her hand, claps once, and a little light ball forms and flies over her head, then she keeps clapping hands, smiley - because it was a great game!

- Extra:

- I know there aren't “lost game” poses but I thought about this one would be funny:

Skins:

And one of the most key parts in gameplay: skins! The skins would correspond to her clothes on the series (obvious), and some of them would come with matching little changes in animation, exclusive weapons, and a thematic pose; Here are the ones I thought:

1 - Grom Outfit

- This is the most obvious and is such a must have it's practically default (at least it would be for me with I played lol)

- Her animations would seem slightly smoother, resembling dance moves;

- Her special pose would be that glance she throws at Amity over her card hand fan;

- Special items:

The Morning Star Weapon (substitutes her default weapon skin)

Grom Tiara (which increases the power of her attacks for an amount of time)

2 - Teen Abomination

- Her moves would be more “loose” and dragged because she´is portraying a clay, mindless being; Her card attacks are replaced by throws of abomination goo and abomination punches;

- The special pose would/must be that face she makes when Amity shakes her frenetically, with her arms up like a zombie;

- Special Items:

Abomination pot on pushcart: a pushcart crosses the scenario and pushes people on their way, exploding goo in the end that damages those around it; ;

Dagger(?) (substitutes Toy Sword)

3 - Artist Luz

- This one comes from those short clips with Luz and King giving some cute inspirational tips for making art, and it's so adorable it deserves to be in game;

- Instead of cards she would throw splashes of tint, sliding in a puddle of color she makes on the ground and jumping with the help of little paper wings she flaps when jumping;

- For her special pose I think a lot about her sitting on the ground with a notebook sketching OR drawing a little owl in her hand and showing it to the camera while “flapping” the wings with her hand;

- Special Items:

Special Items:

Giant Paintbrush (substitute Toy Sword)

Cursed Pencil: conjures a living drawing to help Luz!

4 - Grudgby Uniform

- “Wow, sports”

- Some of her attack animations with cards would be substituted by her throwing the game´s ball, and her jumps would be boosted by the wings on the shoes;

- Her pose could be her holding a little trophy like Eda´s;

Special Items:

Azura´s film: conjures the plant attack from the film that damages and pushes whoever´s on the way

The Rusty Smidge: Luz enters in rage mode by the injustice of this relic´s existence, increasing the power of her attacks with the game´s ball;

Extra - Otter (With a Dark Side)

- Just a vital skin for meme lore reasons ;)

- NO combat difference, moves just a little jumpier because of the loose costume

- Pose: >:3

(tell me if you like it! Depending on the feedback, I can make other characters too (?))

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the flash and the problem of the pointless sacrifice

It starts at the end of season one. Eddie Thawne picks up his gun and shoots himself, dying to protect Iris, Barry, and the rest from his dangerous descendent Eobard Thawne.

Season two ends with its reversal, Barry creating the Flashpoint Timeline that, though its eventually set back to 'normal-ish', leaves a time remnant of Eobard Thawne alive and well (if running scared from the Black Flash/Hunter Zolomon as a speed zombie) to wreak havoc once more.

And I get it. The Reverse Flash is one of the Flash's most iconic villains - killing him off in season one couldn't be permanent. But apparently Eddie's suicide could be and the message that sends is... unfortunate.

Eddie is an extremely kindhearted person and we see that about him again and again throughout season one. He always has a smile for the people he cares about and he's an absolutely terrible liar. But we also know that he was bullied as a child/teen and since he never brings up the subject of his own family, it's likely he doesn't have a support structure outside of Central City. And the support structure he does gain in Central City was Barry's support structure first. There's not a single person we see Eddie spend time with in season one that didn't know Barry first.

And that's a big part of what wears him down over the course of the season. When both Barry and Eddie need support, Barry gets it first. Barry's secrets are treated as something Eddie has to prioritize over his relationship with Iris. Barry's loved Iris longer than Eddie's known her and while Iris loves Eddie, she also loves Barry and she's infatuated with the Flash - not realizing he's Barry's alter ego. Over the course of the season, Eddie constantly tries to connect with Barry and Barry constantly holds back. Their relationship is never equal. And that's what leaves Eddie open to Eobard's manipulations with the future news article.

And Eddie tries to make his own future with Iris anyway. But even with Iris accepting his proposal, Joe makes it clear he'll never truly accept their relationship and Eddie's sense of self worth is at an all time low. And that's the state of mind he's in during the fight in the pipeline. When Barry chooses not to let Eobard go after all, it puts them all in a position of potentially having to deal with this fight between the two speedsters just... never ending. It puts Iris in danger because Barry cares about her and because while Eddie is Eobard's ancestor... Iris isn't. From Eobard's point of view, Eddie's the only one who isn't expendable and from Eddie's point of view... he's the only one who is expendable.

His answer is suicide. And his death immediately erases Eobard from the timeline, but its also implied to have contributed to the re-emergence of the singularity. But at least Eobard was dead.

At least, until Barry created Flashpoint at the end of season 2. Presumably Eddie was alive in Flashpoint, but we never see him. Maybe he stays in Keystone instead of transferring to Central City. Never meets Iris. Never gets worn down to feel like he's not good enough. Never kills himself.

When Flashpoint is reset, Eddie's dead again but now his sacrifice has been rendered moot because Eobard's still alive as a time remnant.

It sets a rather nasty precedent for the show.

Season two also ends with a suicide. This time it's Barry's.

Much like Eddie the year before, Barry's been worn down. He had his place in his family's come into question, with Henry leaving at the start of the season and Wally's arrival midway through the season. His back is literally broken by the stress of fighting Zoom and despite everything he's suffered for the city, his honor is called into question the instant a different speedster takes to thievery. He has to give up his speed to protect Wally only for that to immediately put Caitlin in danger. His colleagues are brutally murdered by Zoom to teach him a lesson. His father finally comes back for good, only to be murdered in the same place as Barry's mother.

Honestly, there is no question (to my mind anyway) that Barry's suicidal at the end of the season. And because Barry his time remnants are fundamentally the same person at the moment of their split, the time remnant Barry creates is suicidal as well.

That time remnant tears himself apart to stop Zoom's plan to destroy the multi-verse. His very existence also lures in the Time Wraiths that take Zoom away, transforming him into the mindless Black Flash. All at the cost of a version of Barry killing himself, going unlamented and forgotten. But at least the multi-verse was safe.

Until the Red Skies Crisis when the multi-verse is actually destroyed and rebooted.

Another sacrifice rendered pointless.

HR does not kill himself in season three. But he deliberately places himself in a position to be killed in Iris' place. He arrives on the heels of a scandal on his Earth where he's been revealed to have been taking credit for someone else's work - with that person's blessing, but its still ruined his reputation. He comes wanting to reinvent himself, but from the start he's not the person the team really wants. They want Harry. Cisco wants Harry. He gets it hammered in that his strengths aren't appreciated by the team because he's not a scientist. His efforts to help STAR Labs are dismissed entirely. The only reason any attempts to help his museum venture succeed are because changing the future might save Iris.

It's not that HR is disliked, but he's left acutely aware that he's considered 'a bit much' and that he's always going to come second to the people he puts first. In fact, Tracy's probably the only one who truly and completely appreciates HR as he is.

So HR swaps places with Iris, knowing that he's going to die when he does. And while HR doesn't kill himself, there's an argument to be made that what he did was still suicide by proxy.

And this is a sacrifice that sticks, because Iris West is the love interest. She's never going to be killed off for real.

Three seasons ending with a suicidal sacrifice. And only one of them doesn't have that sacrifice reversed or nullified. Unfortunately, that's not the end of it either.

Harry leaves his Earth at the start of season four. His relationship with his daughter, which was shown to still be strong in season three, has somehow deteriorated to the point where she's thrown him off her support team and he comes to Earth-1 to reconnect with the found family he forged during season two. He's in the midst of a crisis and his understanding of himself as a parent is unraveling. And then DeVoe calls the other pillar of Harry's self identity into question, because Harry's genius isn't enough on its own anymore. He's not smart enough to out think DeVoe and his Earth-1 family is suffering. So Harry creates his own downfall, burns out his own brain trying to be the smartest. And he sacrifices his last moments of lucidity to find the answer to stopping DeVoe. In doing so, Harry puts Barry in the position to save Ralph's life.

But DeVoe still gets the last laugh when he causes the STAR Labs satellite to come falling down, nearly destroying the city and creating Cicada in the process.

But unlike previous seasons, Harry doesn't die. He gets some of his intelligence back and immediately gets exiled by the writers back to Earth-2 due to the massive problems with ableism this show has. But that's a different conversation.

Season five is probably the only season not to include a suicidal character who's kills themselves. Nora dies when she erases herself from the timeline by accident, but we know now she'll be back in the back half of season seven, along with her new brother. But one out five seasons not taking a suicide (or similar action in Harry's case) and painting it as a noble - but ultimately useless - gesture is rather... bad as far as track records go.

Season six has the alternate Barry Allen - implied to be the Barry from the 90s show - who dies in place of this show's Barry. To save the multi-verse and let this other Barry go home to his wife, something he'll never have with Tina again. And the multi-verse is destroyed anyway.

Season seven opened with Nash Wells, whose usual method of investigating mysteries and hoaxes led to the Anti Monitor's freedom and the multi-verse's destruction. His home Earth destroyed so he can never go home. He's confronted with an alternate version of his dead daughter, who can barely stand his presence. He begins to hallucinate alternate versions of himself and is possessed by the Reverse Flash and all his research on how to create a new Speed Force - to try to make up for some of the damage he's caused - points to a single conclusion. The only way to make things better is for him to die.

Instead, Nash's death immediately makes things worse. The artificial speed force is flawed and Barry destroys it in the very next episode. And while one could argue that Nash's death allowed Barry to save Iris and ultimately restored the original Speed Force, it doesn't negate the fact that Nash's suicidal state of mind wasn't addressed by the people who called him friend. And his legacy was immediately deemed a failure and destroyed.

While I wouldn't say the show is glorifying suicide, there's a subtle and incredibly troubling repetition in the story telling on the show that frames suicide as the right decision in certain circumstances. Even though what's being sacrificed for often comes to naught. And it's incredibly uncomfortable, seeing it all laid out like this.

I'm still really not sure what to make of it all, but I've got no doubt it ties into the show's ableism with regards to mental health issues. Because every time its someone whose mental health has been brought down to a low point who commits these acts of 'sacrifice' and while the team grieves these losses... they don't seem to learn from them either. Because it just keeps happening.

(Think I missed something? Please, by all means, add on.)

#the flash #the flash meta #tw suicude #some of the story telling trends on this show can be a little disturbing when you take a closer look at them #discussing several characters on the Flash who commit suicide (or make self-destructive decisions) across the seven seasons #ableism on the Flash

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