#he doesn’t get a proper ‘solo mission’

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ROTTMNT Character Fighting Style Analysis - Part 4: Donatello

Hey! I’m back with my fight-style analysis! Sorry it took so long but we’re back in business!

This is a continuation of my first post about analyzing each of the Turtles' (+April's) fighting style, their strengths and weaknesses in a fight, and how Rise uses that to highlight different aspects of their character. I highly encourage you read that first before hopping into this one for full context. There is a bit of a TL;DR at the end.

[Part 1: Leo] [Part 2: Raph] [Part 3: Mikey] [...] [Part 5: April]

[Addendum] (Small addition to this analysis)

Next up on the stand is our dear Othello von Ryan aka Bootyyyshaker9000, aka...

Donatello: Striker/Support

Fighting Styles:

Categorizing Donnie's fighting style in Rise was surprisingly difficult as Donnie doesn't appear to have an easily identifiable pattern the way his brothers do. However, after I watched all the fights he's in several times over I've come to quite an interesting conclusion:

Unlike his brothers, Donnie doesn't have a specific fighting style - he has two.

Parry and Counterattack

Donnie's primary fight style in the show utilizes a more traditional combat approach (or as traditional as Donnie can get), utilizing his bo in combination with his tech to battle the enemy at close range. This fighting style is an interesting fusion of offensive and defensive techniques to create a style that caters to Donnie's strengths. It involves Donnie goading the enemy into attacking him with a series of swipes and jabs, then using a number of blocks and parry techniques to defend himself until he can find or create an opportune moment to create an opening and hit his foe with a devastating counterattack. While Donnie might not be the strongest turtle physically, his tech and proficiency with his bo make him a force to be reckoned with in his own right.

Glass Cannon

Donnie's secondary method of fighting is one I would best describe as a "glass cannon" fight style. For those of you unfamiliar with it, the term 'glass cannon' comes from video games and TTRPGs and is used to describe a character that can deal a lot of damage, but has very little health and defense in return (think of wizard or ranged classes). "But wait, ‘Glass Cannon’ describes the attributes of a character, not their fighting style,” and yes, it does. However, in Donnie’s case, his fighting style changes in such a way that he becomes a glass cannon With this fighting style, Donnie tends to forgo the close-range, technical combat, instead more ranged attacks that rely solely on his tech. This is Donnie when he is fighting at his most offensive as these attacks can be VERY powerful and can deal a significant amount of damage, but they also leave him rather vulnerable. Donnie puts all his focus on dealing strong singular attacks, but if those fail, he ends up being more exposed to the enemy as his tech has very few defensive capabilities.

Strengths and Roles in a Fight:

Striker

Donnie is the team's striker. His role in a fight is to deal powerful, precise hits against the enemy that are intended to quickly and efficiently defeat a foe. Both of his fight styles play into this role and both his Parry-and-Counterattack and Glass Cannon method are built to deliver strong, finalizing attacks. He is often seen entering a battle after his allies instead of charging right in (although he does sometimes do that - especially early on), choosing to be a bit more precise in who he fights, or joining an ally in order to provide that finishing blow if need be. His battleshell gives Donnie an aerial advantage, allowing him to swoop in unexpectedly and strike an enemy, or boost his speed and increase the strength of his attacks. While he is seen, on occasion, fighting outside of this role, he is at his strongest when filling the Striker position.

Support

Donnie also fills the role of the team's Support and assists his brothers, April, and other members in a fight with the use of his tech (ha, get it - he's tech support). This is different than how Mikey supports the team as Mikey directly affects the enemy by disabling them, while Donnie supports the team by directly affecting those he's fighting alongside. Donnie provides numerous helpful gadgets with his tech that has a seemingly infinite number of configurations and uses in battle. His tech-bo had almost every tool under the sun and his goggles can give tactical information in a fight by pointing out weaknesses or additional information about an opponent. He also helps in moving allies around the battlefield using his hammer/tech-bo and battleshell, giving them a stronger advantage in the air and providing aerial assistance if needed. There are times when Donnie supports his allies by inhibiting the enemy, but more often than not his support is provided directly to his team.

Utility:

Donnie's Parry and Counterattack style is, arguably, his best fighting style as he can utilize his tech while fighting without being overly reliant on it. When used properly he can go up against many types of enemies and it allows him to be a bit more adaptable in a fight than he is when he is using just his tech or just traditional fighting techniques.

His Glass Cannon fighting style should not be discredited, however, as it is incredibly strong, but it is more situational than the Parry-and-Counterattack method. There are times when it is useful to have that one powerful attack that can be used to finish off an enemy to deliver an immense amount of damage, but it needs to be done in tandem with his team. When Donnie fights as a Glass Cannon by himself, he becomes incredibly vulnerable and, without anyone to back him up, puts himself at huge risk when his attack fails. Having the others nearby help weaken the enemy, making his attack more effective, or can help defend Donnie should he need it.

Donnie's fighting styles are best suited for short battles against a small number of enemies while he tends to have a hard time in long, drawn-out fights or against a large number of opponents. Donnie's strengths lie in his ability to deliver strong individual attacks, which work best when he is fighting against just a couple of enemies where he can properly focus his energy. However, the longer the fight goes on, the more Donnie begins to struggle - the longer the battle drags on, the more likely Donnie is to get hit. Despite the fact that he does very well on the defensive when using his Parry and Counterattack style, once Donnie gets hit it becomes very hard for him to recover.

Donnie's role as the Striker can conflict with his role as the Support, resulting in him often having to prioritize one over the other. If Donnie plays a more aggressive role in the fight, both his fighting styles don't give much opportunity for him to use his tech for anything but his own attacks. When Donnie needs to fall into his Support role, this means he has to significantly "back off," so to speak, so he can fully deploy and utilize his tech to help his team.

How it plays into his character:

Donnie’s fight style and roles reveal a surprising amount of information about his character, including the complexities of his personality and how his strengths and flaws are demonstrated in the way he fights.

Donnie's Glass Cannon style is the direct result of his arrogance and overconfidence in his tech. Donnie takes pride in his tech and inventions, which isn't inherently a bad thing, however, this tends to feed into Donnie's arrogance, causing him to assume that his inventions could never fail. When he does this in battle, he puts so much emphasis on his tech and his confidence in its success that he doesn't consider the possibility that the attack may not work. However, there are times when the Glass Cannon fighting style is needed, which is when Donnie has to find a balance between relying on his tech for a powerful attack and having the humility to recognize when it may not be the best option.

Donnie's Parry-and-Counterattack fighting style exemplifies how skilled Donnie can be when the best parts of his character come together. This fighting method requires Donnie to be skilled, patient, and tactical; while also demonstrating how Donnie can use his intelligence and engineering in battle without being overly reliant on it. Donnie can be rash and overeager in a fight, especially when it comes to using his tech, but when he uses his Parry-and-Counterattack style he is forced to address that in order to succeed. When Donnie uses his greatest strength, his intelligence, all of these pieces fall into place, making him a very strong fighter.

Donnie's role as a Support may not be very obvious since he tends to fight more offensively, but the way he supports his team in a fight aligns very well with how Donnie expresses his care and affection for his family. Throughout the show, Donnie repeatedly tells us that emotion and affectionate gestures are difficult for him, which could make it seem that he has little care for his family. However, this is far from the case, Rise demonstrates time and time again that Donnie deeply cares about his family, but instead of expressing it outwardly, Donnie's affection comes through in his inventions. We see several instances in the show where Donnie makes upgrades to his tech to cater to his family's needs and interests - and he does the same thing in battle. He has several gadgets specifically designed to keep his family safe, and we see how he modifies his tech to accommodate the needs of others in a fight. The love Donnie has for his family translates into every part of their lives, including battle, even when it isn't immediately obvious to anyone else.

In a Team Fight:

In a combined team effort, Donnie is the best option to go last in a team attack. Given Donnie's role as the Striker and his fighting style that is heavily geared towards singular heavy strikes, it makes sense for him to be the one to deliver that finishing blow. This is where his Glass Cannon style works best as his allies have already worn the enemy down enough to make his final, tech-heavy particularly devastating.

With the mobility and the assistance he can provide with his tech, Donnie can help set up a follow-up attack, but this means he has to take a more passive role in the fight and he doesn't get much of a chance to attack. This can be beneficial when going against weaker opponents, but less so when fighting stronger enemies.

Donnie doesn't work as well as an attacker in the early positions in a team attack as his skills as a fighter are not suited to properly set up a coordinated effort. Even though his Parry-and-Counterattack style can create an opening in the opponent's defense, it also needs a very quick attack to follow up on that, which is difficult to execute without another person nearby. Attacking first or second may also require Donnie to fight his foe for a longer period of time, which increases the chance that Donnie will get hit and won't give him the time needed to recover from it.

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Donnie's analysis was definitely the most difficult one of the bunch. Whereas Leo, Raph, and Mikey all have instantly recognizable roles and fighting styles, Donnie's was much more complex. You know he's the tech guy in and out of a fight, but trying to find where he fits into battle beyond that was challenging. Interestingly enough, it mirrors how his own character is presented, where you know Donnie's general shtick early on, but it can be difficult to understand his character beyond the surface level if you don't pay attention.

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[TL;DR: Donnie has two distinct fighting styles in the show - one that prioritizes close-range Parrying and Counterattack techniques and one where he prioritizes his tech and becomes a Glass Cannon. These both feed into his role as the team's Striker, where he functions best as the final attack in a team battle - while also acting as the team's Support by assisting his allies with less combative tech. His roles and fighting style are all very indicative of Donnie's overall personality and the complexities of his character.]

Oh it’s good to be back doing these again. Sorry again for taking so long, but college be college and college be a bi- well, you know. Next up is our girl April O’Neil. I really will try to get it out tomorrow but I won’t make any guarantees.

#damn this one was hard #but super fun and interesting at the same time #he’s just such a good character and that translates over to his fighting really well #I try to give each character their proper dues and equal treatment in these #but I feel like my bias kind of shows with this one #hopefully it isn’t too obvious #I really do love every one of them #(I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t) #but I’m rather partial to this nerd child #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #rise donnie #rise donatello #there’s surprisingly little to work with when it comes to Donnie fights #there are many points in the show where the others will be fighting #yet we sometimes don’t see Donnie fighting on screen #plus Donnie never really fights alone in Rise #he doesn’t get a proper ‘solo mission’ #which makes it kind of hard to analyse how he fights by himself #analysis #character analysis #rottmnt analysis

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❥ subtle ways they say "I love you" without saying it ↳ w/ Nanami, Ino, Toji & Naoya

a/n: gn!reader for Nanami, Toji & Ino, f!reader for Naoya! somehow i got carried away writing these and halfway through wondered if i should have just made single fics for each of them... oh well ♡-(๑˙ー˙๑)-♡

word count: 1.5k

❦ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

Nanami needs his sweet time until he’ll put his feelings into proper words, part of him too afraid to pursue love during his time as jujutsu sorcerer, but his actions have always been louder than words anyway

his love is stored in the smallest gestures, like fixing the collar of your shirt or helping you put on a necklace, not letting you go without kissing the back of your neck gently, his lips lingering on your skin for a heartbeat longer than expected

when you’re in a bookstore together, his eyes always follow you around even when you’re looking at different shelves; he observes which books you pick up and put back again because you have too many unread ones at home (both of you are terrible book hoarders), just so he can go back another day and get you the one book you really wanted

sometimes he’ll also make the time to read it before he gifts it to you, small scribbled thoughts on the side so you can discuss them together later–a tiny book club of two lovers

in the comfort of your home, Nanami is also incredibly touchy, never not seeking skin contact; anything will do, even if it’s just linked pinkies across the table while you’re having your morning coffee and sharing the newspaper

his love will seep into you with every gaze, every smile, every kiss you share

with you, Nanami can let his guard down; he can allow himself to just be loved, with his head in your lap as you run your fingers through his hair, charming out sweet sounds from his throat that sound a lot like “I love you” if you listen closely

if he has to leave for a solo mission, Nanami will leave a handwritten note on the table for you to find in the morning, nothing too cheesy but enough to remind you that you’re always on his mind

and if you show him your collection of notes one day, stored in a box in your closet, a smile will play upon his lips, asking you if you really kept all of them (even if some of them just say things like “Can you buy eggs while I’m out? I want to make us waffles for breakfast tomorrow” or “I watered your dying plant on the top shelf. xx”) 

there’s wonder in his eyes when he looks at you, as if he sometimes finds it hard to believe that your love is mutual, that he’s allowed to experience this during his lifetime, and the quiet hope that maybe, maybe this can last forever

❦ 𝐈𝐍𝐎

Ino’s love for you is written all over his face: the way it lights up when he sees you, the confident yet boyish smirk when you compliment him, the gleam in his eyes when you call out for him

it’s in his touch, too

his fingers playing with yours when you’re sitting somewhere together, always fidgeting with them as if he couldn’t believe that he really gets to hold your hand

or the arm that sneaks around your waist when you’re on the train together and it’s crowded, his body shielding you from the other passengers and giving you some space to breathe (plus–how convenient–he can steal a kiss from your lips without anyone looking, too)

Ino also walks you home at any given occasion, whether it’s after a night out with your senpais or after a mission you’ve been on together; he doesn’t mind that he lives in a different neighborhood or if he has to get up early the next day, he rather wants to know you’re home safely

when you’re apart, Ino and you keep texting with each other throughout the day, his lips curling into a smile whenever your name lights up on his screen

Ino will text you everything and anything that reminds him of you and it’s plenty and in the most mundane things

[img.attached] “saw this chonky cat on my mission. u would have loved to give them belly rubs. Nanami said i’m not allowed to take them home with me”

[new text] “i think we should adopt a cat one day. maybe two so it doesn’t get lonely. knowing us we’ll also adopt a third”

[voice message] “babe can you hear this? i’ve never heard a cat purr like this. (sounds of rustling and Ino sweet talking to the cat, it’s purring very loudly)”

[new text] “i hope the cat distribution system chooses us next”

being loved by Ino means being part of his future and his dreams; he’s thinking of you always and can’t imagine a life without you in it, so listen closely when he tells you all about it

❦ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

Toji isn’t shy to admit his love verbally, whispered into your ear at night, his voice bourbon raspy, making sure you never forget how your own name sounds when rolled off his lips

being in love makes him domestic; Toji grew up not knowing what a warm home is, and so he’ll strive to make his place one for you both to hide from the world outside

it’s like your presence is a reminder that even someone like him is allowed to love, and be loved in return

Toji brings you your favorite beverage to bed in the morning, urging you not to get up just yet (he also wants to slip back under the covers with you)

if you really have to get up on on cold mornings though, Toji will give you his worn and warmed up sweater for you to wear so you won’t be freezing

he also slips pocket warmers into your coat before you leave the house and gives you the deepest kiss, almost as if his biggest concern is that you stay warm

cooking isn’t Toji’s strong suit but he’ll get you takeout, even if it means driving across the whole town to get you that one dish from that specific restaurant that you’re craving (and some dessert on top); your big smile once he returns home is his solely reward

after seeing you struggle with opening a jar of jam once, Toji will go around the kitchen and loosen the lids of all the jars for you. every single one of them. there won’t be even one jar left that gives you any further troubles

it’s endearing in a way, how Toji always takes the fastest route to solve your struggles (there’s barely anything he can’t solve with his hands)

with love, it all comes down to warmth for Toji: the heat of your body when he has his arms wrapped around you. letting you warm up your cold hands on his stomach (he tries his best not to flinch). sharing a hot bath while you’re getting snowed in.

to Toji, you are his sun, the one who brought back colors into his life and who showed him what it means to live despite everything; he may be blinded by your light but he doesn’t need to see to find your lips in every universe 

❦ 𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐘𝐀

Naoya doesn’t do love, he prefers to be worshiped and adored over admitting his feeling for you

yet still, he has his ways of showing that you actually mean something more to him than just being his trophy wife

the kitchen staff and servants have been drilled to cook all of your meals exactly to your liking, and he’ll look overly pleased with himself over dinner when he notices that you enjoy the food, proud of himself as if he was the one who prepared it for you (smug bastard that he is)

there’s always an air of possessiveness around him when you’re with him; as if he wants the whole world to know that you’re his wife, even insisting you walk by his side instead of behind him, always one hand around your waist or in the back of your neck, making sure to keep you close

even though it displeases him that you want to spent time apart from him, he made sure that you get a room of your own in the Zen’in estate after your arranged marriage (he still lingers around often until you kick him out)

he insists on sharing a bed at night though–it’s when he gets surprisingly clingy, insisting to hold you close, his hands playing with anything he can get a hold of: your hair, the hem of the pajamas he picked out for you in the color he thinks suits you best, the ring on your finger that proofs you’re his

Naoya can be surprisingly gentle in those moments when it’s just the two of you–no family and no servants around

his sharp yellow eyes study your features thoroughly, ignoring the pull at his heart strings when he picks up an eyelash from your cheeks and holds it out for you when you make a wish

he’s dying to know what you wished for, but he doesn’t ask; part of him scared it doesn’t involve him, part of him too prideful to believe you could wish for something that doesn’t include him, because at the end of the day you still belong to him–or is it the other way around?

#jjk x reader #nanami x reader #toji x reader #ino x reader #naoya x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk fluff #nanami kento #ino takuma #toji fushiguro #naoya zenin #nanami kento x reader #ino takuma x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #naoya zenin x reader #jjk imagines #jjk scenarios

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are we friends or more?prompt 12 for Poe please!!! 😚

Running to you

Part of the Your Wish is my Command universe

Are we friends or are we more prompt: #12. Running to you when they see you

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader

Word Count: 1k words

SERIES MASTERLIST

It was unexpected, the way you and Poe clicked so easily and so quickly was a complete surprise to you both. One late-night conversation turned into dinner together every night, which then turned into having every meal you could together. 

Sometimes by yourself, or other times joined by friends, dinners together were your thing, so even if the table was crowded, the only thing he cared about was being able to be with you for as much as he could. Poe had been pulled to you since the moment he saw you, but he couldn’t admit it, how could he? How could he ever say such a thing to the General’s daughter?

Even so, for Poe, it had come to the point of missing you even in the shortest missions, in the ones where he is gone for not more than two days, so imagine his despair when he learned he would be gone for at least a week. As soon as he entered orbit he was already giddy at the thought of you, even in his exhausted state, all to the point of him humming a little tune to himself - and to a reluctant BB.

The mission had its series of complications, of frustrations and scares and sleepless nights, and the second his feet were on the tarmac he felt his whole body finally relaxing; if only he could end the mission without debriefing with the squad, Poe would already be rushing to look for you.

Much to Poe’s luck you were just passing by, going through the next mission needs with Kaydel making sure you both had everything your teams needed. You had missed him just as much as he missed you, it would be pointless to lie and say you didn’t, so the second your eyes landed on him you felt a bolt of energy rushing through your veins demanding you go to him. The last two minutes of your conversation with Kaydel go by without you being able to register what she's saying since all you see is Poe and all you think about too.

You excuse yourself the second you see Poe’s team scattering, leaving Kaydel standing alone and confused at your sudden change of plans. You manage to say a quick “I’ll go look for you later!” as you walk away, your feet quickening by the second.

"Commander Dameron!" You greet him once he’s finally close enough, a smile lighting up your face and his as he sees you approaching him with a quick pace, doing the same thing he was planning to do: run to you. "Welcome back.” Your fingers tingle by your sides and your arms are aching to hug him, to give him the proper welcome he deserves, but you are not sure of what to do now that you are getting closer, the thought of the many eyes that could be nearby pulling you back and stopping you from throwing yourself at him.

Poe doesn’t think about that at all. He missed you, for crying out loud, snoopy eyes are the last thing on his mind. So when he’s close enough, his hands reach for you once he has you within reach, grabbing your arms and pulling you to capture you around his as he mumbles a speedy greeting, and you are damn glad he did. You can breathe again when you find yourself trapped in Poe’s arms, your nose pressed against his shoulder letting you take his scent in… Maker, how you missed that scent. It takes a second for you to hug him back, being taken aback by his swift hug, but the moment you do you can feel Poe’s back relaxing against your fingertips.

“I missed you,” Poe says, his voice longing for you as if the words had been stuck in his chest for days and days.

“I can see that.” Your voice is muffled by the fabric of his pilot suit, but even like that he can hear the small chuckle that your words carry. It was nerves and happiness and the excitement to see him again after all those days, but he couldn’t care less, your little giggle sounded like music to his ears. He breaks the hug eventually but not without letting you go, keeping his grab on your arms to keep you close and be able to look at you. “I missed you too, flyboy.” Poe sighs again, not being able to stop smiling at the sight of you. “Long mission?”

“The longest, and they just keep getting worse.” There’s a grunt in his voice and tiredness in every single one of his muscles, all you want to do is take it all away, but the only thing you can do is give him an apologetic smile and rub his arm; he gets what you mean anyway, and in his eyes, you can see that he appreciates it. “Do you want to go find something to eat? Can I just debrief the mission with you?”

“I wish you could.” You can’t help but laugh at his idea, sharing a quick laughter before you both remember he has to go. “You really should go talk to-”

“I know, I know…” He interrupts as if the sole mention of where he has to be could drain him even more. A couple of seconds go by, seconds which Poe takes advantage of to look at you in silence and smile. “I just really wanted to see you first.”

A smile is exchanged in silence between you, shy and with heat on your cheeks. You don’t want to let him go, even if you know you are going to see him later. Why can’t you just see him now?

With a squeeze to his arm and a nudge of your head to set him off, murmuring a quick “Go,” to which he replies with a wider grin. As you turn around to see him walk across the tarmac you are met with Kaydel walking towards you, she stands beside you silently keeping you company.

“You are crushing hard on him, aren’t you?” She states. 

“Of course not.” It is impossible to lie to her when you’ve grown up together, yet still, you do.

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hello! how would the uchiha brothers be as spouses?

You know I love Uchihas even when they irk me and I believe in the Uchiha deep love deal so 🥰

Disclaimer: I HC they’re all possessive lovers/Doberman bfs (tsk), it’s just a matter of the degree a lover can handle

Madara

Firstly, Finest of the founders era spouses and you can’t convince me otherwise

He’s mean, but he also means well. So they can’t be too mad, right?

Well they can but that’s not going to phase him much

He enjoys fighting and is rather intelligent, so it wouldn’t be in their best interest to pick a fight if they can’t actually debate him with proper arguments and valid points

BUT if they’re he is spouse, they’ve clearly have earned his trust and respect in some regard

So he will at least listen to them. Even if he doesn’t agree, he’ll take it into consideration probably won’t tell you that tho cause again, meanie

His spouse wouldn’t have to worry about him getting hurt too often, it’s Madara. They’ll have to worry about who he hurt

Likes when his spouse walks around town confidently like they own everything. That’s hot asf to him

I’m convinced he has a softer side that’s so warm one could spontaneously burst from it

Pulling them in close to lay their head on his chest while making small circles with his finger on their back or shoulder

Coming up and kissing their shoulder when they’re concentrating on their own work to pester them about what they’re doing for telling them to hurry up

It’s time to train

Which is Madara’s version of saying he wants their attention

HE TAKES HIS GLOVES OFF TO HOLD HANDS sometimes

He’s not overly concerned about PDA but he prefers to keep most intimacy within the house

Loves couples bathing and will turn their solo bath into one

If someone offended them, he wants names. Now

If they set a date, he’ll always be there no matter how busy his schedule may have been

Very random; but he’s the most likely brother to prank his spouse

Inari

Very supportive of his spouse’s ambitions

He’s not the husband that will drill them about where they’re going and who will be there

He’ll just tell them to have fun and don’t get into too much trouble

He craves quality time with his spouse and would be very happy if they joined him in collecting herbs and grinding medicines

He is a bit of a romantic, so fresh wild flowers weekly while they’re in season and confections for them to know he appreciates them

Makes them tea whenever they’ve had a stressful day and ask if they want to talk about it

Loves when they’ve read something from his personal library so they can talk about it

Falls in love all over again whenever they hug or kiss him for no particular reason

Lightly brags about his spouse to his patients and brothers

Enjoys leaving love bites for the same reason

Kota

So excited to be a husband, but if they ask him what he’s smiling about he’s going to get embarrassed

Looks forward to being able to cuddle them nightly

Will get a little moody by that i mean he’s insufferable with others if his partner is touched out and he hasn’t had them

He’ll make them little wood carvings while out on missions of the different animals he’s seen

Secretly wants to do all the cliché couples things including festivals, moon viewing, and cherry blossom parties

He’s going to lay his head on their lap whenever he’s wanting to be spoiled or just doesn’t want them to leave

He’s also a bit of a neat freak and cleanly, so they will rarely have to clean up after him and he’ll clean their messes too

Which isn’t a problem unless he feels they’re intentionally doing it to piss him off

Once they’re his, his jealous nature subsides a bit, but it will pop up back up when someone tries to be overly sweet with his spouse

He’s got a lot of emotional maturing to do. So his spouse will have to give him some grace and also put him in his place when he steps out of line

He’ll try to argue back, but he’ll ultimately apologize

Then awkwardly try to make it up to them

It’s not the smoothest sailing relationship, but they’re as important to him as his brothers if not more

So he’ll always try to be better for them

Tenko

They have him wrapped around their little finger completely

The type to wake up and admire his spouses face in pure bliss

He’s can’t get enough of them and will either wake them up with too many kisses or from messing with their hair

Absolute trash in the kitchen, doesn’t stop him from trying to make them food

Will gorge out on any food they make for family get togethers because he doesn’t want to share it

They can have his cooking

He’ll never raise his voice in anger towards them about anything

Beg him for anything and he’s folding. Immediately.

Will take them dancing in the moonlight

If they’re having a bad day, he’ll do anything to make them smile

Loves doing their hair. Doesn’t matter how short or long it is, he’ll insist on helping them wash it

They (and the whole village) will know he’s back from a mission because they will hear him cheerfully shouting their name/petname

He’s a little baby crazed/eager to start a family so he’s going to talk about how cute babies and little kids are

Adoption or his own, he doesn’t care. He just wants to start their family sometime soon

Izuna

He’s still a dick, but he’s their dick. So it’s okay 😌

He’s the most possessive. Like will literally grab their waist and pull them closer if someone so much as pets their eyes linger on his spouse too long

Might ignore them if they entertained someone he doesn’t like, or he’ll start a fight

You just never know with him

unlike his brothers, he doesn’t like his spouse showing themselves off. It makes him SICK when he sees the wistful eyes of others looking at HIS partner

On the brighter side, he’s happiest when he’s needed. So if his spouse gives him task, he’s going to be smug about it on the outside and mentally doing cartwheels

He needs quality time with his spouse, so he seeks out their company as much as possible

Which can come off as clingy

And he is

But they’re his spouse. They should want to be around him

Wipes down their seat for them without fail everytime

He’s also going to kiss their sleeping forehead every morning when he’s ready to leave

He’s the type to them you have a good day and if they respond with an “I’ll try.” He’ll respond with “you will have a good day.”

Tries to keep his composer at all times, but a little praise and a few neck kisses later and he’s melting

#ask #kpz naruto founder au #uchiha brothers #madara uchiha #izuna uchiha #OC: Kota uchiha #OC: Inari uchiha #OC: Tenko uchiha #knfau ℹ️ #kpz firestorm 🔥

[feltpool]

Good clean fun

This week I have mostly been watching Young Jedi Adventures.

Yes it’s a show aimed at little kids, but who doesn’t like an aggressively cute and cheerful cartoon from time to time?

It’s all bright colours, BIG eyes, enthusiastic hugs, and wholesome messages about friendship, working together and, of course, learning to use the force.

But mostly about friendship and hugging, because kids show.

And because it’s set in the High Republic era it’s able to be happy and light and carefree because we’re operating far from the Bad Times lurking waaaaay off down the timeline

In addition to occasional appearances from a younger Master Yoda than we’re used to seeing, we have Master Zia Zanna who oversees the temple on Tenoo the kids are based at and provides/allows the kids to head off on missions. And, of course, we have our heroic trio and their conveniently excellent, Han Solo-esque, pilot friend to provide them with transport for those missions

But Nash Durango isn’t just an excellent pilot and engineer with a droid sidekick, RJ-83, and a ship of her own. She also has two moms, mentioned both as ‘Mom and Momma’, and later as ‘my moms’

We have Kai (central), who we know is the True Hero of the show since people use his last name as well as his first one. (Nash is on the left there)

He’s accompanied by his fellow trainee of Pantoran origin, Lys (right), and Dee Bradley Baker with peets, aka Nubs the Pooba (below).

This is Star Wars so of course they’re both blue. Nothing says ‘galaxy far far away’ than things or people that are blue

And I’m living for the epic hero hair this show gives us, not just on the main 4 but on some of the supporting characters too. Behold the glory that sits atop that already fuzzy head. Impressive!

Lys’s wig definitely came from the finest of Naboo stylists, it barely ever moves and never has a hair out of place. The hair buns have levelled up majorly this time around.

Lys is a girl so she likes animals, Nubs looks like a bear so he likes nature, and Kai is the hero figure who plans to be a Master Jedi someday so he doesn’t need any secondary interests. Apparently.

The recurring ‘villains’ of the story are wannabe pirate Taborr val Dorn (who is in no way whatsoever a be-helmeted young Boba Fett stand in) and his gang who show up to try to steal anything not nailed down. Taborr leads his gang with meanness and bossy tyranny, and a total lack of success because our heroes always win the day – as is right and proper!

His gang consists of droid EB-3, and Pord, who’s the cutest little Gamorrean you ever did see (it isn’t stated that they’re a girl but they have killer mascara and a female VA so it’s likely). They’re my personal favourite.

The show gets bonus points for including a tooka kitten, however briefly

Verdict: Very cute, maybe too much so for some viewers, but entertaining as long as you accept that it’s aimed at the Disney Junior demographic

#star wars #young jedi adventures #kai brightstar #lys solay #nubs #nash durango #tenoo

[chaotic-super]

Back To Krypton - Chapter 30

Read Back To Krypton on AO3 here!

Together, they manage to calm the injured H’Raka enough that he lies down on the floor which gives them plenty of space to take a good look at his injuries from the leopard-like animals.

While they’re not life-threatening, especially now that Alex has poured some antiseptic over them from her little medical kit in her pack, something that made him roar in pain from the sting of it and almost send Lena flying when he bucked upwards.

“You’re ok, we’ve got you.” Kara tries to reassure him, peeking over to look at the damage, his back legs now wrapped up nicely thanks to Alex. She thought about using the bandages she has but his legs are so large ad the gashes are equally as big so she instead used the spare crew’s robes that happened to be stored in a cabinet off in the corner of the room.

His legs took the worst of the attack but his back-right wing took some damage too and that’s going to be a problem. It was already in question whether or not he could fly them out of there with injured legs but an injured wing, that’s just out of the question, it’s even in question whether or not he could fly out of there solo.

They’re trapped here because they can’t take off in this ship without the ship being tracked by Krypton’s council and they can’t make themselves that visible, it would ruin the mission.

Kara’s now pacing across the room, eyes barely leaving the hatch that she and Lena dragged the, now empty, cabinet on top of in the hope that it will buy them some more time if the lock breaks because they can hear the animals below leaping up and bashing into it from below, trying to get to them.

“Kara?” Lena calls out from where she’s tenderly stroking Bolt’s head.

“Hmm?” Kara turns to her, still keeping the hatch in the corner of her eye. “Are you ok?”

“Where’s Kelex?”

Kara’s eyes go wide, Alex’s eyes matching them too. “Oh shit. He’s down there. That’s all of our samples.”

Lena drops her head into one of her hands, the other staying on Bolt’s snout. “Today is just getting worse and worse, I’m starting to think we’re just going to have to call Brainy to come and get us and end the mission.”

Alex shakes her head. “That’s out of the question, we can only call him when the whole group is together, remember, The Legion ship would be able to be tracked when he starts flying too so it would be just as bad as if we took off in this one.”

“Then what do we do? We can’t just stay here, we’re trapped and we’re one tiny lock and a cabinet away from being eaten by wild animals, we need a proper plan.” Lena shakes her head, confused and terrified.

Kara just shrugs, “I have no idea, we’ve been saying we need a plan since we got on this damn ship and yet, here we are, still plan-free.”

There’s nothing to say to that, she’s right. They have nothing to go off of and no way to escape despite being in a ship that for all they know, might have the ability to take off. There are no obvious answers to their problems.

Kara goes back to her pacing, trying to find a way to get Kelex and the samples and then get them out of there, Bolt included, while having no other transport at their disposal. Or well, they do, they just can’t use it. Unless they can.

The idea jumps into her head and in an instant, she heads for the controls pulling up as much information as she can, she knows what she’s looking for but doesn’t know where to find it in the system so she has to trawl through as much of the server as she can to find it quickly.

“What are you doing?” Alex questions.

“Making a plan.” She keeps tapping and going through the controls until she finds what she needs, an outline of every system on the ship. “Gotcha!”

She pulls it up and starts filtering through it, she just has to find the tracking system in the ship and if her plan is feasible, they don’t have to escape the ship, they could take the whole thing.

“What are you looking at?” Lena comes over to look over her shoulder, trying her best to translate the Kryptonese so she can understand without slowing Kara down.

“Figuring out where the tracker in the ship is. If we can get to it and ditch it, then we will take longer to be tracked when we take off because they would have to pinpoint our location by our power source instead of the tracking system and by then, with the speed of these ships, we can be clear of the jungle and be heading back to the others.”

Alex is shaking her head vehemently, “No, that won’t work.”

“Why not?”

“Uh, maybe because even if we fly off, there’s still a load of wild animals on board and if we tried to tip them out or anything, we’d lose Kelex and the samples too.”

Kara’s shoulders drop. She was so sure she just had somewhat of a viable solution. “Ok, so we can’t use this ship. How else are we getting out of here.”

Lena has an idea. It’s a good one but there’s one major hole in it. “We could call Astra.”

“How?”

“I have Kara’s spy beacon in my pack on top of the ship. Astra gave it to me when we left the accommodation. We don’t have to try and get out of here, we just have to find a way to get to my pack so we can call her, she can bring reinforcements.”

Kara’s head falls forward, her eyes tired despite her mind running at a million miles per hour. “That won’t work either. Even if Astra did want to come, I don’t think The Rebellion would allow her to send a ship of any kind to come and get us, they needed us to be the ones to come out here because they didn’t dare do it themselves, they aren’t about to send us a rescue party.”

“I think you’re underestimating how far your aunt is willing to go to keep you safe and protect you, Kara. She loves you.” Lena says, “She gave me that spy beacon for a reason, I think it’s our best shot.”

“We can’t even get to it, it’s out of the question, we have to come up with something else, if that fails then maybe we can revisit it but for now, I don’t think that’s an idea we can have on the table, I’m sorry.” Kara feels bad for shooting down Lena’s idea but involving The Rebellion isn’t an idea they can run with. “How about I see if we can still get to the armoury? We might still be able to make a run for it.”

“Make a run for it? Kara, we saw how fast these animals can run, we wouldn’t make it five steps.” Alex scoffs.

“Not necessarily. It sounds like they have all gathered down in the engine room and if I can get up the cameras on this damn console that doesn’t want to do what I tell it to because it’s so old and kind of broken from the crash, we will be able to see where they are.”

Lena scratches at the back of her neck, all of her hair standing up. “I guess that’s a start but just for the record, I’m totally against the just wing-it-and-run method you’ve got going on at the minute.”

“Noted.” Kara scratches her forehead like she’s about to dig into her brain to find some kind of intellect she can use to get them out of the situation. Instead, she only gets halfway to any kind of thought before she’s no longer on her feet.

In fact, none of them happens to be on their feet anymore, all now sprawled gracelessly across the ground while rapidly slipping down across the room as the floor shifts and tilts beneath them, sliding them downwards in a rush their brains can’t keep up with.

Even poor injured Bolt is sliding across the room, his injured legs too weak to help him grip onto his spot on the floor and his wings too fragile to move at present.

It all happens so fast that they barely notice the jolt that causes the ship to slide and it’s all so fast that they can’t even figure out if they really felt the jolt, if they were hit or if the ground beneath them just gave way.

Perhaps the jumping from the animals below them caused whatever was below the ship to give or break, the new pressure too much for it. That’s the only thing they can think of that could have happened. It’s the only thing they want to think of that happened, the alternative might not be as nice.

Kara’s back hits the wall hard. She lets out a grunt that is quickly followed by that of Alex and then Lena, Bolt only letting out a strangled whine when he ends up pressed against some furniture, a table that’s screwed down and a couple of chairs they hadn’t sat on before because they don’t look sturdy but have somehow survived being flopped against by a dragon.

“Ow! Are you guys ok?” Kara recovers first, using the wall to push herself up and slowly try to get to her feet, struggling because of the angle the ship is now sitting at, probably somewhere around the forty-five-degree mark.

“Uh, yeah, I’m still in one piece at least.” Lena wheezes out since she got the wind knocked out of her when she made impact with the wall. “Just about anyway.”

“That’ll have to be good enough, we have work to do.” Kara grabs at Alex as she passes her, forcing her to stand up too instead of just leaning against the wall looking dazed. “Come on, you too, loser.”

“Hey! I could be injured for all you know!” Alex says indignantly, her hands trying to move to her hips but giving up on that mission after barely a second when she comes to the realization that she needs them to stay upright.

Kara climbs up the slope of the floor until she’s back to the control panel and while holding onto the edge of it to keep herself steady, goes back to searching through the systems until she finds something that catches her eye. Cameras.

She pulls up all of the footage readily available, a live stream coming in from multiple sections of the ship and giving them a play-by-play of what’s happening on board, the screen boxed off into several smaller screens.

The main one she finds herself focusing on is one of the rooms below them, the engine room. The place where the leopards are all still trying to shake off the fright from what just happened, a few of them seemingly injured and one that has had a heavy piece of machinery fall atop of it, effectively turning it into a rug.

Only around seventy percent of the cameras are working but it’s enough to tell her that the majority of the predators are downstairs with just a couple of stragglers hanging around in the hallway nearby.

There’s a reason they are disbanding from the engine room though, she notices after just a few moments of staring at the footage, there’s a leak from the machine that fell on top of one of the leopards, it must be a tank of some kind because it has, or rather had, pipes attached to it that have splintered off and snapped, leaking water in a steadily growing pool. A steadily growing pool that all of the leopards are avoiding like the plague.

Lena manages to pull herself up to Kara, grabbing at her belt and waistband to get up, thankful for Kara’s obscenely strong legs for not buckling under the added weight as she uses her girlfriend as a jungle gym. Her eyes fall onto the console and widen a fraction. “That’s pretty helpful actually.”

“It really is, it means we can start planning the best escape route but I think I might have a hypothesis for an experiment if you’re up for it.”

“If we’re going to get eaten on an alien spaceship in the middle of a mega-deadly jungle, I want to go out doing science,” Lena says with a hint of a smile, wrapping her arm around Kara’s waist in what she doesn’t even pretend to be an act of love, it’s just to help stabilize herself better. “What’s your hypothesis?”

Alex cuts in, climbing up both of them in one movement that isn’t as swift or graceful as she thinks it is, almost taking all three of them for another slide down the room. “Don’t I get a say in this?”

“No, not really.” Kara deadpans. “Now, look at the camera from the engine room and look at the nice new centrepiece.”

Lena shudders. “That’s disgusting.”

Kara nods along. “It is but it’s also very telling.”

“Because they’re avoiding their dead friend?” Alex questions.

“No, because they’re avoiding the water. They don’t like getting wet. A cat is still a cat, no matter how big its teeth are.”

Kara minimizes the screen, keeping only the footage from the engine room up in the corner as she keeps searching through the data until she finds exactly what she needs, a good ol’ instruction manual. One that tells her all of the safety features of the ship, including an excellent sprinkler system.

They don’t have to fight the leopards, they can flush them out in one very good, very smart move.

Kara gets to the page simply dedicated to fire safety on the ship and all of the ways the ship is programmed to prevent its crew from becoming toasted and starts skimming the page, giving it a quick once over that skips out on most of the stuff she deems to be boring and unnecessary.

“Oh cool, we just need to light a small fire and then the sprinklers will go off in all of the hallways, the kitchen area and the communal areas. There’s a handful of rooms that won’t get splashed by it, a couple of which are in here and the engine room, which is understandable. If we’re in the water, then I would hazard a guess that the leopards are less inclined to take a bite of us while we can go and get the spy beacon from outside.” Kara explains as she summarizes what she just read to Alex and Lena.

“Wait, you’re open to the spy beacon plan?”

Kara sighs slightly. “Yes, I am. I probably shouldn’t have brushed off the idea so quickly before. It’s actually probably the only way we physically can get out of here without abandoning the mission completely or dying.”

Lena smiles. “Glad we’re on the same page but we still have a couple of other problems.”

“Like what?”

“Kelex for starters. Then there is where the best place to wait for help to arrive is. How we’re getting Bolt out of here. All the fun stuff.” Lena ticks the problems off in her head as she goes.

“Those are all very valid.” Alex agrees with Lena and as much as she wants to have all of the answers to their problems, her brain is just tired at this point. She can solve maybe one of those issues and that’s a big maybe. “Bring the screen back up for the cameras.”

Kara doesn’t question the demand, just gets on with it. Alex gets the remote to Kelex out of her pocket and jiggles it a little until the feisty little fellow comes into view of the engine room camera. She uses the controls and the cameras to navigate the little robot along the halls until he’s in one of the main corridors, a few leopards trailing after him, confused by what they’re looking at but sensing that he isn’t prey, probably because he smells just like everything else on the ship and slightly of the plant samples, basically, nothing that’s too appealing to them.

Alex ditches him in that corridor. They are going to have to use it to get out of there anyway so they can just pick him up as they go. “Kelex is good. We’ll get him when we go past there.”

“And Bolt?” Lena questions.

Kara digs through her pack for more rope and then goes through Alex’s too. “Alex, you better do this because I’m not going to be able to do it in a way that is strong enough.”

“Do what?”

“You’re about to make a harness for a dragon so he can be airlifted by Astra if she shows up.”

“When she shows up.” Lena corrects her.

Kara sucks in a healthy breath of oxygen. “Yeah, sure. When she shows up.”

Alex takes the rope and starts working on the strongest knots she can that won’t take up too much of the rope, needing the length so she can loop it around Bolt’s body in the best way to keep him from slipping out whatever makeshift harness she manages to conjure up. She’s never been taught how to make a harness for a dragon before so she’s kind of flying by the seat of her pants here and soon, Bolt will be too, but literally.

While she’s doing that, Kara is doing more research. It turns out that the sprinklers will only stay on for a few minutes, so they have to get out quickly and pray that the leopards don’t follow them out and just take shelter in the rooms where the sprinklers aren’t on but if any of them run out of the ship then they’re going to have no choice but to face them outside, a duel they probably won’t win. “Do you think we can make it all the way through the ship in like, seven minutes?”

“Probably, why?” Lena answers, watching the camera footage closely, working on seeing if there’s a pattern to how the animals in the ship behave because they aren’t all that focused on getting to them now, something she knows will change when they go out there but for now, it’s strange. They might

“That’s an estimated time of how long the sprinklers will run for so that’s how long we have until the leopards will come back into the halls.”

Lena makes a little noise of recognition but her eyebrows furrow and she gets a troubled look across her face that Kara doesn’t like the look of.

“What if they decide they would like to eat us more than they wouldn’t like to get wet?”

“Then we gave it our best shot,” Kara says, blunter than she’s ever been. “I’m sorry, baby, and I wish we had a better plan with better odds but for now, this is all we can do.”

“Then let’s get on with it.”

They work quickly and get everything ready as they possibly can. Bolt is harnessed up, Kelex is waiting and Alex has her lighter ready, a few sheets of paper out of Kara’s notebook in hand ready to set off the fire alarms and the sprinkler system. They just have to summon up their courage.

Kara has her pack strapped tightly to her back, as does Alex. Her dagger is held firm in her hand and in her other, she holds a metal bar she managed to break free from some of the things that broke when she ship tipped. Alex took one for herself too, purposefully keeping the sharper one for herself and demanding she be the one to lead the way. If the plan goes wrong, she’ll be the appetizer.

There’s no time to waste, they can’t put it off much longer, and they have to get out of there. Alex drags a chair over from where they had fallen with the ship and Lena and Kara then hold it in place so she can stand on top of it and light the paper. It doesn’t take much before the sprinklers start. They can hear them through the door.

Alex and Kara work together on the crank this time, getting it open much quicker than when they took on the task alone before.

As soon as it’s open wide enough, Kara grabs Bolt’s harness, the one still around his head, and leads him out of the room, limping and reluctant to walk back into the lion’s den, a saying that is far too real for the situation.

The stream of water, oddly powerful, makes it hard to see what’s in front of them and their vision is blocked much more than they would like it to be but they don’t actually have much say in the matter so all they can do is move as quickly as they can and keep an eye out for any snapping teeth.

As they go, they see the first lot of leopards. They’re slightly soggy and have taken refuge in one of the rooms off the hallway. They can’t tell what room it is but it doesn’t matter because while they are making some horrible snarly noises at them and they are proudly showing off their pearly whites, they aren’t coming into the water so they’re safe while the sprinklers are on.

Bolt struggles against Kara a little when they get close to moving past them but with a little bit of encouragement and a harsh tug she feels kind of fealty for, she has him limping behind her and moving closer and closer to the door.

Alex keeps leading them on and eventually, they pass Kelex and Lena is quick to grab him and uses the rope they never bothered to detach from him to pull him along, twisting the rope around her wrist.

They pass the panel they took off the wall, the one where they found the snake, and then, they’re at the door leading outside. Outside, where there might be teeth and claws waiting for them. They got in the breach to get into the ship, they can get out of it, it’s just a matter of time and yet they have to go out there to get the spy beacon and they’re running out of time.

With the lights on, Kara can see where the manual lever is for the massive door and grabs it. It opens easily and they all prepare themselves but nothing is waiting for them, not immediately anyway.

No time is wasted, they make a break for it, clambering up the vines where the pods are that they used to distract the leopards before.

There’s a bunch of bugs still fluttering about but they don’t have time to be afraid of them or squeamish when their horrible slimy wings bat against them from time to time, the massive things still searching for more pollen and waiting to see if any more pods from other nearby vines will burst open for them.

They clamber up onto the top of the ship, a feat that is made slightly easier by the new tilt to it and Lena falls to her knees beside her pack, dropping the sword beside it so her scrambling fingers can get inside it and dig out the beacon. It takes a few long seconds of fumbling before she manages to close her hand around it and pull it out.

She holds it out to Kara, who is quick to snap it up out of her hand and activate it, sending out a signal for her aunt, the only woman who can help them out now.

Bolt is uneasy, it’s easy to see but there’s literally nothing they can do to help him out and all of them have one thing on their minds. The sprinklers are going to shut off soon and then the animals are free of their cages.

They end up in a sort of circle, their backs pressed to each other’s and their weapons facing out. This gives Lena the perfect vantage point to stare out into the trees, her eyes assessing. She couldn’t make anything out of the behaviour of the leopards from the cameras so she’s got to expect the unexpected. It’s just hard to do that when the trees are so intriguing.

“Hey, guys?”

“Yeah?” Kara keeps her voice low, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention to them.

“Why are all of the trees around here splintered and broken when they weren’t before?”

The question has Alex and Kara looking around them too and sure enough, in a full circle around the ship, the trees have some major damage, some kind of light blue sap seeping out of them where they have been broken. Alex’s eyes can’t possibly get any wider. “I don’t think the ship just slipped. I think it got rammed.”

A tree falls before them and a creature stands before them, stalking and looming.

“Shit.” Lena whimpers out and Bolt, the coward that he is, tries to take off, his wings are too damaged though and just leaving him crying and trying over and over again to fly and escape but his body is physically incapable of doing so. Instead, he runs. He goes with so much power that Kara loses her grip on his harness and he’s running through the broken trees until he slips between a gap where two fallen trees come together to form a little shelter, the most amount of protection he can find.

As for the creature, it doesn’t move. It just looms there, great orange eyes peeking out from a huge black reptile-like body.

It just stares at them before taking a slow step closer. They have nowhere to run. They know that and this creature knows that too.

The sprinklers stop. They hear the moment they do because the leopards are making their way out of the ship now, rounding on them and snarling as they get closer. That is until they see the creature anyway, then they hightail their way out of there.

If murderous cats run away, they stand no chance of surviving this now. There’s just no way. There’s no winning.

A sound in the distance.

An alarm ringing and a light so bright that even in the day, it shines light into every nook and cranny in miles.

A small ship.

Astra?

That’s not Astra.

Read the next 3 chapters early on Patreon here!

#cw supergirl #supercorp endgame #supercorp #supergirl #supercorp fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #kara x lena #kara leaned in #kara danvers #kara zor el #lena luthor #chaotic super #back to krypton

[sukunoon]

— HAIKYUU

꒰ UNTITLED꒱ h. shoyo x fem!reader

neighbors to lovers; the loud ball of sunshine living in the apartment next to you seemed annoying at first, then you got to know him. 3k+

꒰ UNTITLED꒱ k. tobio x fem!reader

only one bed, business AU!; after checking into the hotel he was forced to share with you, he couldn’t believe his boss booked you and him a room with one bed. 1k+

꒰ SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN ꒱ o. tooru x fem!reader

the game seven minutes in heaven was always something oikawa wanted to play with you, just to see what would happen when him and his crush since junior high were stuck in a small closet together. 2k>

꒰UNTITLED ꒱ o. tooru x fem!reader

office!AU; oikawa was the one everyone lady talked about in the office, he was the lady killer that never approached any of them first. so when you start working in the same cubical as him, the rest of the ladies can’t help but be jealous when he talks to you first. 4k>

꒰ UNTITLED꒱ k. tetsurou x fem!reader

it was a good idea at first, going to the same college party where he’d met you a year after you had broken up. but that idea ended up digging him his own grave as he saw you at the same seat where he first laid his eyes on you. 3k+

꒰ VOGUE ꒱ k. kozume x fem!reader

model!AU; he was never really the type to have the most confidence, so what does he do when his best friend, kuroo tetsurou, asks him to be a model on the cover of vogue magazine which requires the confidence he doesn’t have? 5k+

꒰ A DANDELION SHAPED HEART ꒱ b. kotarou x fem!reader

bokuto is flooded with memories of the good old days as he approaches the restaurant where his date sat waiting for him. 3k>

꒰ HIS WEDDING DAY ꒱ b. kotarou x fem!reader

anyone could tell what kotarou was feeling the day of the wedding, nervousness, anxiety. from a mile away it was obvious, he was nervous about seeing the love of his life in her wedding gown for the first time and last time. 1k>

꒰ PERFECT STRANGERS ꒱ a. keiji x fem!reader

coffee shop!AU; the small coffee shop on the corner of the street was your favorite place to be. even as a perfect stranger started frequenting the small business, it became an even better place to be. 2k+

꒰ RED LIPS ꒱ a. keiji x fem!reader

akaashi never felt the need to drink alcohol, at least until he got into his later years of college where one of the most hyped up things was getting drunk. 5k+

꒰ MISSION 0625 ꒱ s. rintarou x fem!reader

assasin!AU; fox is given a dawtining task, to destroy the mafia, mission 0625. but unlike his usual jobs where he goes in solo, he’s forced to be with a partner, you, a novice assassin. 2k+

chapter two of my heart on fire series!

꒰ UNTITLED ꒱ s. rintarou x fem!reader

it wasn’t that you didn’t trust your boyfriend, you were just curious why he purposefully didn’t take his phone to the bathroom with him. 1k>

꒰ HIS EYES ꒱ k. shinsuke x fem!reader

songfic based on the song behind those hazel eyes by kelly clarkson; kita never wanted to get into that agruement with you, at least not to the point where you start living at your best friend, miya atsumu’s house. 5k+

— BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

꒰ SECRETS SONGS ꒱ b. katsuki x fem!reader

band!AU; bakugou katsuki and the rest of his band were known all over the country for their music, so what happens when the manager of this well-known band confides in you, a big time songwriter, when the band breaks up? 5k+

꒰ STRAWBERRY POCKY ꒱ b. katsuki x fem!reader

kaminari decided to bring pocky to the bakusquad’s sleepover. 1k+

꒰ ANYTHING FOR YOU ꒱ s.tomura x gn!reader

after the hardships of finding out the guy you love is in love with someone else, you turn to none other than the league of villains for comfort you never thought you’d get from a group of socios. 1k>

꒰ NIGHTTIME SHENANIGANS ꒱ t. touya x fem!reader

it had been a long time since he took you out on a proper date, well tonight was the end of that no date streak in your relationship. 1k+

꒰ UNTITLED ꒱ t. enji x fem!reader

enji has tried to turn his life around for the better, so maybe meeting you would make it all the more better. 2k+

꒰ BREAK ꒱ t. yagi x fem!reader

after years of being on a “break”, he finally finds you again in hopes of regaining that relationship you two had lost so long ago. 2k+

— JUJUTSU KAISEN

꒰ BLUEBERRY NOTE ꒱ f. megumi x fem!reader

a question rang through your head each night, it was a question you couldn’t answer no matter how hard you tried. why would he leave a blueberry note in your locker and never look back? 2k+

꒰ TRUTH OR DARE ꒱ g. satoru x fem!reader x n. kento

gojo knew what he was doing by suggesting the game of truth or dare in the same room as nanami kento. 3k+

꒰ CATCHING HIM STARING AT YOUR LIPS ꒱ jjk edition

who knew catching him staring at your lips would turn into something more.

꒰ JUST ONE DANCE ꒱ sukuna x fem!reader

itadori yuuji just wanted to dance with you, but as soon as the thought entered his mind sukuna had a much different idea planned. 1k+

— TOKYO REVENGERS

꒰ MIDNIGHT CALLS ꒱ draken x fem!reader

you just needed some comfort before you went to sleep, so you certainly didn’t expect him to come knocking on your window at midnight. 1k>

— KIMETSU NO YAIBA

none yet!

— GENSHIN IMPACT

꒰ UNTITLED ꒱diluc x fem!reader

mutual pining; everyone in monstadt notices his curious glances towards you, the small smile that appears on his lips when he speaks with you. everyone notices, except you and him. 2k+

— OBEY ME

꒰ UNORDINARY ꒱ lucifer x fem!reader

lucifer realizes something has been going on the past few days, you were off. it was unordinary for you to be so quiet, and he was going to get to the bottom of the cause of your behavior. 1k>

꒰ SHOWER THOUGHTS ꒱ satan x fem!reader

satan gets usually cuddly after showers, it’s the one time he feels comfortable effort to let go of his know it all facade he puts on in front of his brothers. he feels comfortable with you. 1k>

꒰ UNTITLED ꒱ satan x fem!reader

sickfic; he choose to stay with you while you were sick despite the risk of him getting sick. 1k

— UNKNOWN

꒰ FIRST KISSES ꒱ unknown x gn!reader

your first kiss with him with always be a happy little memory in the back of your mind. 1k>

꒰ YELLOW ꒱ unknown x fem!reader

songfic based on the song yellow by coldplay, to be determined.

#[ꕥ] — updates #yay wips! #woohoo this took me 2 hours #to type out- #and make it look nice #so appreicate it #jdbakwerf #this is more for me than you #but whatevs

[holydayaria]

Holding Cell

Yandere Barem Bridge x Reader

Synopsis: You're working with Public Safety and get sent to check things out at the "Chainsaw Man Church". After seeing something you shouldn't have, Barem decides he doesn't want you to leave.

Warnings: fem reader, implied age gap, hostage taking, yandere themes, sexual harassment/assault, attempted non-con.

The bulk of this was initially written right after chapter 140 came out lol ... 4.5k words... tagging @depravitycentral

On the first day of your job, you were given your ID card and assigned to a division. On the second day, you were being sent on your first official mission. Alone.

Your “buddy”, as your higher-ups called it, called out the morning of, leaving this to be a solo task. Normally it would be a big deal, and you’d be reassigned to a different case or given a new partner so you wouldn’t go in alone. However, this time, you were encouraged to just go on your own. Public Safety devil hunters were dropping like flies, and your division was low on staff. Even your new employees remarked that if there was any job to be going alone on, it’d be this one. That you should consider yourself lucky. The “mission” was to check up on a recent church that popped up to make sure no illegal activity was going on. It had gained so much popularity since its opening that it caught Public Safety’s eye. The Chainsaw Man Church; consisted mostly of teenagers and enthusiastic fans. How dangerous could it be?

The church is located in the middle of the city, a high-rise building with a giant Chainsaw Man head on the front. You’re not sure what you were expecting, maybe a traditional church building or a cathedral, but this building looked extremely corporate. You’re hit with a cool blast of air as you walk inside, seeing that the majority of the churchgoers are in school uniforms, high schoolers. There isn’t a front desk or any reception, but before you can look for anyone to guide you through, a short high schooler scurries over to you, nearly stumbling over his feet. He can’t be older than fifteen, he’s already sweating and his dark hair messily frames his face, which is speckled with moles. The kid is already out of breath, hands on knees as he composes himself and straightens out his posture before speaking to you. 

“H-i,” He slaps a hand over his mouth when his voice cracks, and he tries again. “Hi- I’m Nobana, Nobana Higashiyama-  uh, I’ll be ah- oh, you’re from public safety? You’re the one?” Nobana stutters and stammers over his words, nearly unable to stand still. You smile at him, trying to reassure him that you aren’t here to bite his head off. “Yes, I’m from Public Safety, I got sent out to do an inspection, just to make sure everything’s alright.” You talk slowly, giving the boy time to take your words in. He doesn’t calm down, if anything he gets more jittery and nervous. “Right! Right, I know, they told me… Well, uhm, you can come with me, I’ll show you around!” “Sounds good.” You say, and Nobana only nods. You’ve only just met him, and his mousy demeanor is already beginning to wear you down. Surely this boy wasn’t the only one available to show you around, weren’t there any adults here?

Nobana goes back and forth between topics, clearly not very experienced with giving tours. He does not seem to be very well-versed in social interactions in general. You begin to tune Nobana out as you get lost in your thoughts as he rambles on about the different chapters of the church, and how there are even locations in Canada and Germany. You continue to follow Nobana around, realizing that you’re going to need to speak with someone who isn’t a teenager to do a proper assessment of the place. Nobana suddenly stops in the corridor mid-sentence. He had been showing you the numerous paintings on the wall of Chainsaw Man, all in a very Romanesque style. His face pales slightly, and you can hear cascading footsteps coming closer. Nobana freezes up in front of you and stammers, trying to find the right words. As you look to see who entered the hall, a hand comes down on your shoulder, firm and slightly strained. “Oh, you must be the agent they sent from Public Safety.” The mystery man says, standing right behind you. You get a strong whiff of his cologne, musky and smokey. “Nobana, you can go off now, I’ll take it from here.” “Yeth- Yes thir! Sir!” Nobana nods frantically, looking like he’s about to piss himself out of fear (though that seems to be his default expression), and runs off, tripping over himself and falling as he does. 

You turn around and take a few steps back to face the man, unsure what to make of what just happened. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, and with a tapered waist. His black hair is tied back into a ponytail, a lock of it falling across his face. His tie is tucked into his shirt’s breast pocket, and you can see his muscles rippling underneath his clothing. A white button-up and slacks. It seems he’s the only adult here, and the only one in the church who isn’t Japanese.. If you had to guess, he could be anywhere from his mid to late thirties. Maybe forty. 

“I’m Barem, I do most of the work around here.” He says, holding out his hand for you to shake. You take it, a bit off guard, with how firm he is with shaking your hand. It feels like your entire arm is getting shaken with it. “Ah, yes, it’s nice to meet you. I just came to do a look around and make sure, uhm, that everything is up to code.” You say, looking up at him. His eyes are so dark that you can’t differentiate between his pupil and his iris. “Uhh, your tour guide, Nobana, said a few things that I have questions about.” You say, and Barem’s smile doesn’t falter. He puts his hands back on both of your shoulders, leaning forward. “Oh, don’t worry, he sometimes isn’t good at explaining things… We can talk, and I’ll answer any questions you have during the rest of the tour.” He muses reassuringly, though you’re starting to regret not pushing for a new buddy to be assigned to your case. 

You would later find that a good word to describe Barem would be levitous.

The tour is… something, to say the least. Barem dodges most of your inquiries, keeping a hand on your shoulder or back to keep you from going anywhere without him. He feels more like a car salesman than someone who runs a church. You’re new to the job and have minimal training, but you didn’t need to be an expert to see that something was up with him. If you weren’t being extra vigilant to make sure nothing was afoot, you might have been swayed by his friendly disposition and his attempt at a charming nature, just enough to ignore certain things. There’s something wrong with him. You couldn’t place your finger on what, but it was just something about his eyes, or maybe it was his choice of words, how close he was to you. Barem was overly familiar with you, which was strange in itself. It’s as if every moment with him was one building up to something, like you were holding your breath as the tension builds up in a horror movie, waiting for the jump scare that never comes.

There’s a peculiar tension as if Barem is just waiting for any reason to do something. In the back of your mind, there’s always a sense that he’s about to attack you whenever he suddenly curls an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer in the middle of his talking. Whenever his gaze meets yours, there’s something predatory lurking in his eyes. It’s like he’s intentionally trying to freak you out. Even if you put his eccentric behavior to the side, the church itself was still an issue. The more the tour went on, the more you began to suspect this church was a front for some sort of drug trade or money laundering scheme, there’s no way these people could be this fanatical about Chainsaw Man. Barem shows you to the chapel, with the pews being decorated with chainsaws, and even a statue of Chainsaw Man himself at the end. The chapel was to officiate marriages because people were getting married in the name of Japan's new hero. Barem left out a few details about that process, and you could tell he was being intentionally vague. He was damn proud of it too, subtly making you the butt of a joke that only he is in on.

 When you go to the bathroom for a small break, even the damn toilets are Chainsaw Man themed. There’s no way they could afford all of this unless it were from drug money, you think as you press the Chainsaw Man soap dispenser and begin to wash your hands. Maybe they’re part of the yakuza? No, that can’t be right… You step out of the bathroom to resume the tour, passing through the mostly empty cafeteria. It feels like you’re getting closer and closer to losing it when you see the menu serving “Chainsaw Man Flavored Soup”, whatever the hell that was.

“So, are you a fan of Chainsaw Man?” Barem asks as you’re both traversing the hallways of the building. Light shines through the windows, and on the opposite wall are taped-up drawings of Chainsaw Man. Most seem to be done by very young children. “He’s alright I guess, he really does make a mess of things though.” You say, shrugging. “Isn’t that part of what makes him so great? All the destruction he causes is the best part.” Barem laughs, and with each passing minute you begin to understand why this guy freaked out Nobana. “Seeing him fight devils, and get cut up and nearly killed, just to get back up and keep going, it’s amazing,” Barem says, and the way he grins sends a creeping feeling down your spine.

The rest of the tour isn’t anything eventful. No glaring issues, but there’s something wrong with this place. Barem wraps things up within the next hour. For a building with forty-seven floors, only around 10 of them have been refurnished, so he says. Though when on the tenth floor, you’re sure you saw a few teenagers, still in school uniform no less, coming down the stairs from the floors above. By the time it comes to a close, you’re back at the entrance with Barem. He puts a hand on your shoulder, leaning in as he talks to you. “Thanks for coming, if you ever want to become one with the church, you know where to find us.” Barem says, though stepping foot anywhere near this place was the last thing you wanted to do. You nod along and smile to be polite, and the small talk fizzles out pretty soon. “Before I leave– I need to go to the bathroom again.” You quickly add, and you can see that he’s straining to be nice. “Right, sure.” 

With that, you traverse down the hallway to the bathrooms, then walk right past them to the elevator. You press the button and once the elevator doors open, you scurry inside. It feels like they take forever to close. Anticipation curdles in you, and you wonder if this is a mistake. It goes up to 47 floors. You should just leave. Just tell your higher-ups that the place needs a second inspection - no, they’ll ask why you couldn’t get it right the first time. Just tell them it’s fine, everything is fine. The guides were just a bit weird, right? No, you can’t do that either. Not with a good conscience. You press the button to take you to the very top, deciding to check out there. Before you can give yourself a second to think, you press the button for the top floor.

The elevator ride up is nerve-wracking, and you feel a pit of dread in your stomach the whole way. There isn’t any soft elevator music, nor are the elevator lights very welcoming or bright. It seems like refurbishing the elevator wasn’t the church’s priority, it nearly got stuck in between the 33rd and 34th floors. As the elevator ride comes to a close, you pull out your handheld radio from an inner suit pocket. You fiddle with it for a few seconds, trying to reach through to anyone. The damn thing can barely get a signal. Either there’s something wrong with this building and being this high up, or Public Safety has made serious budget cuts.

You take some hesitant steps forward, the sound of your shoes hitting the tile floor echoing. The top floor is a descending hallway, with many doors leading to different rooms. You aren’t sure where you should even start. There aren’t any windows here, not to the outside and not to the inside of the rooms. The anxiety in you begins to simmer. You made it this far, it’ll be fine. Sure, you maybe should have contracted with a devil before going on your first mission, but they told you it was just a church—a glorified after-school club for today's youth. You keep these thoughts in your mind as you keep walking, looking for any door that stands out as a place to start. You think you can hear a second pair of footsteps, light and unassuming. When you stop walking and look behind you, no one is there. Forcing yourself to shake off the feeling of being watched, you decide to enter the room closest to you on your left. The plain wooden door has a single sticky note on it, reading “returning at 7.” in a scribbled font. It was barely 4 PM, so you either had 3 hours to get in and get out (which should have been more than enough time), or the note meant 7 AM. 

You enter the room, and it’s not exactly what you expected. It seems to be a slightly below-average employee break room. There’s a water cooler, a leather couch, and a few side tables. On the wall is a calendar, a corkboard, and a whiteboard. Two things stick out to you right away; the corkboard and what’s on the other side of the room, opposite the couches. A large desk with various computer monitors that all seem to display security footage. There are five monitors in total, how many security cameras did these people have? You focus on the corkboard first, which is littered with photos and scraps of paper pinned on. Some of the photos seem like professional shots, ones that would be used for a school ID or a driver's license. Most are high schoolers, others are Public Safety Devil Hunters. There’s a clock on the wall, the sound of its ticking serving as an auditory reminder that you ought to make this quick. You move to look at the computers, finding that the security footage covers more than the church. There was a live feed of the Public Safety Office, some people’s homes, and what seemed to be a school. Before you can even think about what it all means, the break room door opens, and Barem enters with a relaxed demeanor.

“You really shouldn’t go sneaking around, it’s rude.” 

You turn around to face him, your breath getting caught in your throat and for a few seconds, you forget how to function. Barem’s expression is neutral, if not amused, with how things have developed. He’s blocking the door, and though you aren’t completely incompetent, it’s still going to be a challenge to get past him. There’s a total lack of urgency from the man, it’s as though he’s unbothered that you’ve stumbled upon… whatever this is. Perhaps that’s it. He knows you don’t have enough information to do anything meaningful with your findings. 

“What is all of this?” You finally ask, clenching your jaw. If you pulled out your ID and raised your voice loud enough to tell him that he was under arrest, would he listen? Would your radio work this time, or would he catch on to your bluff? You really should have asked for someone to accompany you on this mission. The corners of Barem’s lips twitch into a knowing smirk, and the tension in the room is so thick not even a knife could penetrate it. You find yourself stuck, paralyzed by anticipation. You’re both waiting for the other to make the first move. “What do you mean?” Barem pretends to not understand what you’re so worked up about, still occupying the doorway. That, coupled with the lack of windows, makes the room all the more suffocating. 

“I should go.” You say after a heavy pause, and as you walk to the door, Barem surprisingly moves out of the way to let you pass. Walking into the hallway feels like a fresh of breath hair, but that air is quickly knocked out of your lungs. A large hand finds its way into your hair, yanking your head back before slamming it against the wall of the hallway.

-

You wake up on the floor, your head pounding and your shoulders having a dull ache. There’s something in your mouth, cloth and smelling of something familiar. Some cologne. It puts a bad taste on your tongue. The room is doused in a cold, fluorescent light. From what you can see, it’s the same break room you just tried to leave. It takes you a few minutes to gather your memories, from entering the church to going into the elevator, and…

Barem.

The devil himself stares down at you as if it was on cue that you regained consciousness. Your hands are zip-tied behind your back, though he left your feet alone. Barem grins uncannily, hands on his hips as he looks down at your helpless form. His tie is gone, now being used as the gag to keep you from cursing at him. He’s looking at you like you’re a piece of meat. “Glad to see you’re awake.” He quips. His eyes trail your body, looking for anything in your pockets that stands out, like a knife or a hidden gun. Even some keys could be a danger if you got your hands free. He gets down on the floor, squatting down on his haunches to get a better look at you. Your brows are furrowed and through the gag he’s put in your mouth he can hear your mewling and protesting. His eyes glaze over your rear and without warning, he reaches into your back pocket to pull out your wallet and your keys. Barem ignores your shrieking and the way your body jerks away from him, even after you’ve realized he isn’t going to cop a feel. He stands back up and opens your wallet to get a good look at your ID. Your full name, age, the date of your hiring, and all other personal information. “Ha, I was right, you are a new hire.” Barem grins, eyes returning to you.

You glare back at him, writhing on the ground to try and free your hands, the zip tie digging into the skin of your flesh. “C’mon, you can do it,” Barem says, mocking you with false encouragement. He laughs at his joke and your frustrated expression. You struggle for a bit longer, and Barem decides to show some mercy on your poor soul. He crouches down closer, forcing you to lay still on your back as his hands find your wrists. “Is it too tight? Here, I’ll loosen it for you.” He says, before tightening the zip tie to an unbearable degree. You let out a muffled shriek of pain as the sharp plastic tears and breaks your skin. Barem leaves the zip tie like that, giving you a pat on the shoulder. Barem pockets your belongings, his hand going to your hair and tugging harshly on it. He forces your head to turn at an uncomfortable angle so that you’re forced to look at him. 

His eerie grin is gone, replaced with a flat expression. “So, what do you think? Should I kill you?” He asks, his voice low and with no affect to his tone. “You nearly caused a lot of trouble for us. Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to stick your nose into other people’s business?” Barem scolds, as if you’re somehow in the wrong here for doing your job. He lets your head drop by releasing your hair and begins to walk around the room, going behind you and out of your sight. He’s off doing writing in a notepad to the side, occasionally glancing back at you. You twist and try to move onto your side to see what he’s doing. You feel like a beached whale in some aspect, and when Barem glances once more at you, the sight oddly intrigues him. Barem pauses in his writing to watch you with mild amusement as you try to get on your own two feet.

“You came to look at the computers, right?” Barem asks, leaning down and grinning at you. His disposition has suddenly returned to that creepy friendliness with little provocation. Before you can react, he’s already grabbing you up off the floor and sitting you down on his lap while he sits on his chair. You let out a muffled noise, squirming and trying to get away from him. It only seems to excite him, a low laugh coming from his throat.  One arm is curled around your chest, just above your breasts, so he isn’t touching you too inappropriately. His other is around your waist, keeping you pressed against him with your back to his chest. He holds you in place, having you watch the multiple monitors. Cameras around the church, which was now mostly empty save for a few kids staying overnight. Some cameras were around the parking lot, and a few more were in another building you didn’t recognize. Some were pointed at the Public Safety office, and another seemed to be in the hallway and entranceway of a high school. Barem adjusts you on his lap, having you now sit on his thigh, slotting it between your legs. It’s awkward, in more ways than one, but he doesn’t say anything. 

For a few seconds, it’s almost okay. The two of you remain still, Barem watching with amusement as your gaze darts from screen to screen, camera to camera. His hand shifts down to your hip, and his leg moves slightly. Up, then down, and he’s trying to move you against him, trying to create friction between his leg and your crotch. You catch onto it after a few moments, not realizing right away. Immediately, it sets off alarms in your head, and you nearly fall off of his lap entirely and onto the hard floor with how much it makes you nearly jump out of your skin. Barem easily catches you, guiding you back onto his lap. “Aha ha- you’re so jumpy; like a mouse. How did you even get hired?” He teases, moving you up so you’re properly sat on his lap now and not just on his thigh. “Your ears are ho,.” Barem remarks regarding their temperature, his fingers coming to feel the shell of your ear. He’s right, they are warm. He’s so close, you can feel his breath tickling your skin.

Not only that, but he can see from this angle your eyes welling up, and if you were anyone else he might have felt a twinge of disdain. It was a good look on you, though, and he almost pities you. “What do you think I should do with you? Do ya think you can keep your mouth shut and not tell your boss about what you saw today?” You nod, though Barem doesn’t seem convinced. The thought comes to him that you’d make a good house pet. You don’t seem that hard to train. How lucky is he, to get a young, fresh-faced devil hunter in his grasp? He doubts you’d be useful as a hostage or bargaining chip with Public Safety, but he’s sure he can find some personal use for you.

“Here, you want a better look?” He asks again, suddenly moving you off of his lap and bending you over the table, your face squished against the multitude of papers on the surface. Barem stands as he does this, caging you in with his erection pressed right up against your ass. One of his large hands finds its way into your hair, smoothing it over and petting your head, the other resting on your hip to keep you in place. You kick back at his shins, scuffing the leg of his pants with the bottom of your shoe. Barem only laughs, not reacting beyond that. “Oh, you’re cute, you’ve got lots of energy,” He says, moving his hands to the waistband of your slacks. He ignores your shrieking and repeated attempts to get away from him, his hands going over the curve of your ass, feeling up his new prize. “Maybe if you keep making all that noise, Chainsaw Man himself’ll hear you and come to your rescue.” 

The mobile phone on the desk suddenly begins to buzz and ring. The ringtone is a song from a commercial that was advertising Chainsaw Man steamed buns. Barem leans over you to reach for it, thus forcing the hard edge of the desk to dig into your flesh even more. You wince, and he flips open the phone and holds it up against his shoulder. “Yeah? What is it?” He says flatly, and you can’t hear what the person on the other end is saying. Barem is still touching you, his hand going from caressing your hair, back, and hips. “I’m kind of busy.” He says after a moment, and then falls quiet again as the person on the other line talks continuously. Whoever it is, they seem to be of equal ranking in the church. Barem sighs and looks up at the computer monitor, displaying the variety of security camera footage. “Yeah, alright, I’ll come down in a minute,” Barem concludes, not bothering to say goodbye as he hangs up the phone. 

With that, he sets the phone down on the desk. Barem takes you by the scuff of your neck and drags you over to the couch, unceremoniously pushing you onto it so that you’re lying on your back. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, maybe an hour,” Barem says; any enthusiasm he had for assaulting you now replaced with a blank stare. “You just stay here, alright? We can have more fun together once I get this taken care of.” With that, Barem leaves the room, and there’s an audible click when he closes the door behind it, now locking it from the outside. You’re trapped, forced to listen to the sounds of the clock ticking away, a constant reminder of the predicament you’ve found yourself in.

#“why did u make barem like 38 he looks 25-” I LIKE OLDER MEN #i spent so much time proofreadinf this im so tired of it fuck it lets hit upload #i saw him in chapter 140 and went crazy i had to have this man yawll #barem x reader #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #flamethrower x reader #flamethrower devil x reader #yandere chainsaw man #yandere chainsaw man x reader #yandere csm #yandere csm x reader #barem bridge x reader #yandere barem #yandere barem bridge #_barem #_csm

[rhokitten]

Sorry professorsparklepants. Still using your idea without being able to link you. Still awful at using Tumblr.

Back when Markiplier and his friends were playing GTFO I had an idea for writing a fic about them in the world of the game based on my understanding of the game story just watching their videos.

So like, they were all arrested for something and held in a prision which is somewhere on the surface over the various tunnels and facilities which they are sent into to investigate. Mark was arrested for murder (possibly committed by Warfstache), Bob was arrested for running a gang, Wade was just kind of there and everyone forgot why (he never said he was innocent but if he ever explained why he was there everyone has forgotten), and Jack is in for grand theft auto. 

First chapter is their first time in the tunnels together. Bob’s done some trading and blackmailing to get some videos, the map, and stories from other teams who had gone in before so he kind of knows what he’s doing.

Chapter two Mark is ‘volunteered’ to do some experimental solo missions.

Chapter three the project is on hold for a while as the interdimentional fluctuations are stronger. They’re just talking in the normal prison yard.

I don’t really have a proper plot, just taking the guys talking in the videos and sort of building from there.

I’m not planning on actually writing it out any more than this at this time. Like, it doesn’t even a word doc or a place on the idea dump where I work on stuff I am currently trying to develop.

Pros of continuing this fic:

It could be fun

Cons of continuing this fic:

I don’t actually like doing real person/youtuber fics - I know the guys are generally okay with it so long as everyone is respectful, I just personally feel like I’m being invasive if I write that kind of story

They aren’t still playing the game/they didn’t really play that long so there’s not that much source material for me to work with

#fanfic i won't write fridays #fanfiction ideas #gtfo game

[smallbunn]

New Sweater!

It’s shocking, really, just how bored Scar gets up in the desert house Grian built. Sure, he spends a lot of time out of the house, roaming the world, trading with people, even getting into fights, but there’s still a lot of time where he can’t think of anything to do, so he stays in the desert. He wanders, patching up holes and making the desert generally safer, he tends to the garden he and Grian have, and he adds more decorations to the inside of the house.

And yet, he’s still bored. Well, he was, until he found something to keep him busy. The idea comes to him when he’s petting Pizza, watching grian flutter around the desert, putting cactus around the edge. When Grian comes back, Scar can't help but notice how torn up his beloved red sweater is. There are rips in the collar and bottom of the shirt and the holes where his wings fit through have been stretched out, leaving parts of his back exposed.

Scar lights up when the idea finally clicks in his head! He rushes inside, ignoring Grians questioning noise as Scar runs past and heads to the storage area. There’s shears in here somewhere, and if not, there’s plenty of iron to make some! When he runs past Grian again and Grian asks him what the shears are for, he simply says that Pizza needs a shaving so he doesn’t overheat. It’s not necessarily a lie, Scar was planning on shearing Pizzas wool at some point, but Scar tries avoiding Grian for the rest of the night, to keep himself from accidentally telling him what he’s really up to.

Scar ends up saving Pizzas wool, storing it under his bed, and spends a few weeks practicing with sheeps wool, just to make sure he gives Grian the best sweater he could make! It takes a while, Scar can only really work on it at night, when Grian is sound asleep, or when Grian is out on solo missions, though that happens rarely.

He practises everyday for over a month before he finally decides he’s ready! The only problem now is that he doesn’t know Grians measurements, much less how small the holes in the back need to be to fit his wings through while still covering his back.

Which may result in Scar doing something that, in hindsight, was probably a little dumb. Scar, however, does not realize that until he is knocked out of Grians bed so hard and fast, he hits his head on the floor and Grian is yelling at him in confusion.

“Scar?? What the hell was that?? What were you doing in my bed?” Scar chuckles a bit before stammering out, “Well, I, uh, I was cold! You don’t know how cold it gets at night, G! You’ve got your wings to warm you up, I was just trying to get warm too!”

Scar is not sure Grian believes him. In fact, he's almost certain he doesn’t, but Grian softens anyway, wings pulling themselves back to his body, as Grian lets out a sigh followed by a small laugh and shake of his head. He doesn’t look at Scar as he motions him over to his bed. He doesn’t look at him when Scar hesitantly crawls under the covers. He doesn’t look at Scar in the morning after waking up to Scar spooning him. And even though Scar didn’t get the measurements he needed, he wouldn’t call that night a failure!

After a few more days of trying (and failing) to get the proper measurements, Scar decides to wing it! He makes the sweater slightly bigger than he thinks he needs to but, hey! Better too big than too small! Scar struggles a little bit, but he spends countless nights awake, knitting the sweater until it’s perfect.

The sun is high in the sky when Scar comes around the back of the house to find Grian tending to the garden. He has the sweater hidden behind his back and he knows immediately that Grian is suspicious of him when he looks up. He can’t stop himself from bouncing on his toes, a huge grin on his face as he takes the sweater out from behind his back.

“I noticed your sweater’s been in pretty bad shape for a while now and I can’t just let you go running around like that! So, here! Make sure you thank Pizza for the wool she provided!” Grian stares at Scar for a moment, his mouth open, glancing between Scar's face and the sweater. Hesitantly, he gets up and wipes his hands on the front of his pants before taking the new sweater, a smile spreading across his face.

“Scar, I- Thank you! When did you even work on this?” There’s confusion in his voice but his fluttering wings let Scar know that he really does like it. Scar wastes no time in telling Grian about how he had come up with the perfect plan and executed it to perfection while they head into the house for Grian to change.

When Grian comes out after putting the sweater on, Scar practically tackles him in a bear hug, nearly yelling about how cute Grian looks in it, Grians face burning red at the compliments. Grian lets Scar hug him for a few more moments before he pushes him off and tells him he has to finish replanting the potatoes.

If Grian notices Scar staring at him the rest of the day, he doesn’t mention it. In return Scar doesn’t mention Grian wearing the new sweater to sleep. Doesn’t mention how Grian is extra careful around the cactus when he’s wearing his new sweater. Doesn’t mention how happy he feels seeing Grian wear the new sweater he made him.

#idk got ‘scar knitting something for grian’ as a promt n ran with it #grian #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #3rd life #desert duo #scarian #<- ig you can read it that way if u want #can be read as platonic or romantic tbh #trafficshipping #fluff #cuddles #fanfic #oneshot #morty writes sometimes

[ertrunkenerwassergeist]

5 headcanons for Cor as a Coeurl? Or if not that, maybe tbe heart of thunder with Baby prompto?

Cor as a coeurl. You mean like that one AU we've been nattering on about to each other?

Very well. :D

1) There are two different Clans of coeurl selkies on Eos. One based on Galahd, the other in Lucis. Cor belongs to the selkie Clan in Lucis.

The two Clans are only peripherally aware of each other. Like, They send messages to each other when they feel like it. But they very much behave like territorial cats towards each other. Don't bother us and we won't bother you.

Which means the Lucian selkie Clan (which consists mostly of black coeurls) thinks the one on Galahd is dead after Niflheim's conquest becomes known.

2) The Lucian selkie Clan likes to keep to themselves and mostly away from humans, but they know it’s impossible to be entirely isolated these days, so they have outposts where a selected few pose as humans for a certain amount of time.

There are inns all over Lucis that are owned by the Clan. They are very good places to gather intel.

Cor however, was not one of the chosen few. He snuck out one day when he was a teen (like teens were prone to do) and instead of coming back, got tangled up in a mess that got him stuck as part of King Mors’ bodyguard detail.

The Lucian coeurl selkies hate Cor for the security risk he is posing.

3) Regis & co find out about Cor being a coeurl selkie entirely by accident during their roadtrip.

We haven’t really talked about that yet, right Jazz? Trying to remember, but I think we didn’t. So, here’s what I think (feel free to change/add on):

The bros 1.0 decide to stop at a Clan owned inn. The current caretaker really doesn’t want Cor there and the others notice the antipathy. They try to talk with Cor about it, who refuses to talk about it.

Then during the night Clarus notices Cor leaving and follows. He hears Cor and the inn’s caretaker argue. During said argument Clarus hears that Cor has now been officially been banished from the Clan for daring to consort with humans like that. He should be lucky they didn’t take his coat.

Cor is deeply shaken by this. He is confronted by the other four about this after they left the inn the next day.

Cor’s more cat-like behavious make a lot more sense now.

4) Cor as a coeurl is mostly solid black. Though when the light hits his fur right dark brown spots become visible. From snout to tail tip Cor’s coeurl form is nearly six metres long, which makes him come out on the larger side, but his muscles are sleek and more build for speed than strength.

While human his coat takes the form of a military style jacket. It’s lucky that the Lucian military uniform is mostly black, right?

5) After Regis & co learn about Cor being a selkie, he gets assigned a lot of solo missions. People think it’s because Cor isn’t a good team player, but it’s actually so Cor can take on his other form more.

Being in his coeurl form more helps Cor keep his moods on a more even keel. Regis and Clarus think that his stunt at Taelpar Crag was the result of not transforming often enough.

So Cor ‘maturing’ out of his recklessness is more that he finally has a proper outlet. Not that most people know that.

#ask #agent-jaselin #ffxv #cor leonis #selkie!cor #coeurl selkie au #what should we call this? #did we name it? #I can't remember XD #two skins one soul #there #that's the name #for now #geist answers

[borkthemork]

Finally cleaned up this draft based on @/popcornbee’s art and it is now officially on AO3 as well, so I hope all of you enjoy!

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There were numerous pathways for a sparrow to travel. Following their migration patterns, they'd travel down to warmer lands, typically somewhere protected for the nights. In doing so, they'd rest in the winter and return back all new. Refreshed for the upcoming springs and summers.

For American Tree Sparrows, these patterns were necessary to survive.

For Joe Sparrow, the true information depended. 

He liked to flit about on rapid wing beats. He preferred curdled mealworms due to previous battles hurting his digestive system. For migration, he remained stubborn on whether he liked the warmer breezes or if the Newtopian stables were of true home than anything else.

Newtopia had a history of domestic birds. Joe Sparrow was the mixed case when he grew all-natural, got captured and owned by one or more owners who called him previous names, and then found Marcy in the middle of sweltering rain. Where a mission lead to something new and surprising, bold and unorthodox, and the moment Joe saved her — chose her hand of all people — Marcy promised to keep him safe. Safe, protected, cared for.

And nothing had pulled these two away from each other. Not even the fleeting concept of gravity. Or the fact winter threatened his nests.

Anne asked about him before. On one occasion, where Marcy groomed him under Plantar barn shade, Anne looked at his big, round, puffy belly and wondered out loud where the scar above his eye fit in out of all things.

Of course, Marcy had the answer.

“Oh, you know Joe,” she sighed. “He keeps pushing his limits. You won’t believe how many scars this bad boy got during his old career. For the eye one, he actually got that scar back when he was just a fledgling, but this was during the morally ethical times where amphibians didn’t really care for mounts unless they were battle resistant.”

Her hand parsed through his plume, giggling when Joe tweeted pleasantly against her skin. “But now he’s in a morally ethical place, aren’t you, boy? Yes, you are.”

Anne snorted. She ruffled Joe’s feathers too, and the two giggled quietly when the sparrow seemed to lean into the touch. Almost as if the sparrow connected immediately to Anne.

And Anne teared up over the thought. “It’s just like mother nature intended.”

The week afterward reminded Marcy of her sparring days, but instead of swords and smoke bombs, she had worms and patience. Lots of patience as Anne attempted to feed some mesh into Joe’s beak — and ultimately got stuck when she leaned too hard into his mouth.

It was funny how all this bonding time left her blind to anything else on the schedule. Marcy could instruct Anne to direct the mealworms to Joe for hours and still find Anne’s laughter to be the highlight of her day. Maybe Joe would sit on Anne, and leave her yelling and laughing under floof-fulls of bird, and Marcy would sketch that scene than the typical mission schematics Lady Olivia instructed her to look through.

Marcy hypothesized that Joe's love for attention spurned her focus. It made sense for birds to tease if they didn’t get the proper reaction out of people. It made sense for a bird such as Joe to find affection in someone who exuded goodness from their heart. But then Marcy would remember Anne. For Anne had Joe’s affection at the palm of her hands but irritated the bird enough to prefer dipping her into a nearby pond just for the sake of playfighting. And that enough had gotten her intrigued.

Was it another phenomenon she needed to analyze? To understand fully until the cusp of discovery?

Perhaps. Not right now though.

Marcy had found a breakthrough. A breakthrough in Animal-Human Sociology. But her focus lingered elsewhere, came down to how she rested next to a bucket load of dirty feathers — snoring into her best friend’s shoulder until the moon rose high above the Amphibian mountains.

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When Marcy stared through the sky, and the act alone reminded her so much of Kid Icarus. If she ignored the wings branching out from the corners of her eyes, and only focused on the colors then she thought of herself as flying. Flying through skies that bled yellows and reds like Aivazovsky, framed so well against the crisp horizons that Marcy could almost paint the perfectest picture in her mind.

And when wind buffered her hair, parted the clouds with her hands, she swore that the taste on her tongue was of fresh saltwater.

Navigation. Freedom. The fades from orange to blue to maroon. Marcy loved riding for a reason. She held onto Joe’s reins with the utmost quickness, spelled out her name with short dives and leaps through cumulus tufts. And in the aftermath, she wrung her coat dry of moisture.

At least, until Anne became a priority.

Anne Boonchuy. Friend of ten years. Friends since the term friends became part of the Merriam Webster. Now, the latter sounded silly, but friendship could be a frank concept at times, it was something Marcy had no clue how to navigate, and yet Anne found her and decided Marcy was worth her time.

So they were here now: One readying an avian saddle, the other petting Joe’s tufts with the heaviest affection. And aw, Joe seemed to like it, what with the amount of cooing he’d been doing for the past hour.

Not like Marcy didn’t want to get in on that action. She just needed to finish clipping on the latches — and when she did that, it would be go-time, her a-game.

“Anne, can you push me that satchel?”

“Sure thing, Marce.” With ease, Anne somehow lugged a chair-sized bag over to where Marcy was, and they remained silent afterward as she finished the remainder of preparations.

What preparations? Well, the kind that remained out of her league.

“Sooo, where are ya’ going, exactly?” Anne asked. She had the same perturbed look to her ever since she whiffed the scents from the bag itself.

Marcy couldn’t help but rub her neck, not knowing how well to respond. “Well, I’ve been planning to scout an area somewhere high up in the Southern sect of Amphibia. I got wind that some bandits plan to use a route to jump ambassadors from here and there on the pathways, and I just wanted to make sure that doesn’t happen again, you know?"

“For sure, dude. I mean, you are the boss after all. That stuff’s gotta be pretty important if you’re getting loads of homework for it.”

“Well,” Marcy puckered her lips. She was right in some sense. Chief rangers plopped themselves into some high category up in the Newtopian ranks. It made sense. “Correct, kinda. I don’t really call it a boss position, more so a job. A very fun job, actually. You’d be surprised at how many prefer office desks to infantry, it’s nuts.”

Although, the more she thought about it, being able to stay safe in a big ole’ cube than getting skewered by bandits did sound appealing. Less probability for harm, sure. But Marcy loved the hunt way too much for her own good.

If Andrias gave her another objective, she might as well do a little dance at this point; there was always something exciting to partake in.

And with Joe, the fun always doubled with him.

At least, until she remembered that Anne had been staring at her, snapping her fingers in front of Marcy’s nose. “Marbles, you good? Another zone-out moment again?”

“Oh yeah, definitely. Thanks, I was about to get worried, the internal dialogue I had was getting way too extensive for my taste."

"Well, now that you’re out of your internal dialogue stuff, I got to ask.” Anne peered at Joe again. “Can I get on your bird?”

Marcy blinked at her. “Oh. Of course. You don’t really need to ask me if you’re curious about riding him.”

“I know, but he’s a big softie, really wanted to make sure I got your permission before anything else.” She coughed. “Plus I’m not gonna take any vehicles without permission. Tried that once. Didn’t go so hot.”

Somehow, Marcy found herself giggling. She couldn’t pinpoint why; Anne’s honesty must’ve just been that funny. “Well, if you want to jump on the SS Joe Sparrow, I’d be happy to show you around and get you a front-row ticket to some action.”

“For real?” Anne beamed, only for her expression to melt into a frown, scratching her chin at the thought. “Aren’t you on ranger duty though?”

Okay, she had a point there. “I mean, yeah, but I’ve mainly done this stuff solo. Sure I’ve got Joe to accompany me but it’ll be interesting to have a second person on board for the ride.” Without a skip in her beat. “And why wouldn’t I have you go with me? Of course, I would. You’re always the best on road trips.”

And with that, Anne’s smile grew tenfold. Oddly beautiful. Oddly hard to describe. Weirder to even have herself think those things in the first place. “Count me in, then. Let’s go, Marbles!”

Oh well. She’d think about that later.

---

Joe softened his landings in-between. And at certain points, when the mountains dipped to valleys he rocketed around and buffeted the gales just for the heck of it. He had the heart of a little kid sometimes, every moment he swooped through some current or plummet forward if he got the chance. He liked to make himself seem so grand when he cheeped. And Marcy confided in the idea that no matter how aged this sparrow would become, he’d still be the softest avian around.

Always there. Always playful. Always…eager for potential mates. He was the total package for best mount in all of Amphibia, and Marcy didn’t want it any other way.

So with Anne, Marcy became delighted when Joe kept that same kindness. It wasn’t just Marcy doing rough landings against solid ground or her zipping through the air. There were two people, two people to consider on the back of his saddle.

And Joe never disappointed her. He pivoted, swerved on command, and coaxed giggles from the girl behind her, whose arms pressed tightly to her waist until their hair puffed out from the wind.

“Keep your arms locked in, Annie B!”

Marcy’s hands whipped the reins, whooping at the top of her lungs when the dive pushed oceans of air into their faces.

The straps and belts dug into their laps when Joe pulled up, braced them in a loop-de-loop that had their eyes rolling when they finally exited out to a steady level.

And Marcy could hear the laughter behind her.

The laughter spoke of so much joy and happiness, of a symphony that Marcy had heard so many times before, and Marcy leaned into her warmth when they passed from the hallowed groves to the shimmering Newtingale creaks.

All throughout the Southern sect, all throughout the faint rattle of Marcy’s heart.

---

The ride home had been a lot darker than Marcy expected. For most of her trips in and out of the valleys, a lot of her path-finding culminated in something one could describe as an adventure. If one described her and Anne beating up an entire bandit group disguised as a clown posse to be an adventure, then yes. That was what happened.

They went head-to-head, toe-to-toe. All while decked out in white makeup and smelly rotten clown noses. This all sounded ridiculous, but out in Amphibia, one should never ever underestimate a theatre group.

For entertainment was their cruelest weapon.

Anne had been the first to ambush the bandits during the mission. With the agile reflexes of a cat, she deflected each oncoming slash with ease while Marcy took aim, calculated her crossbow trajectory until the enemies all knocked unconscious in the mud.

If one ignored the clown get-up, then what she talked about seemed like a typical day for Marcy. Always saving someone. Always doing her best. Always making sure no newts got chewed up by some toad or frog dressed up in rogue wear.

But the difference today was that she had someone to accompany her. Or how that same someone jumped onto Joe and gave that feisty bird a few scratches to his feathers, trying to wash her face in the water bucket they stored earlier today.

It all seemed domestic-like. The kind that Marcy dreamed about in fantasy stories, where the protag had a close ally to travel the world until their dying breaths.

And gosh, it was so cool that Anne became that friend.

She seemed to enjoy it too, what with the close embrace when they finally took off for the night, her chin propped on her cloaked shoulder, or the fact her exhales drifted in crisp Amphibian air.

A sign that she was enjoying everything. Everything from the swoop of Joe’s wings, the purple haze of the night, or how the moon cloaked their forms in red lighting — masking the landscape in darkness like a blanket over bedding.

Anne sighed contently. Her face nestled close to Marcy’s neck. She didn’t show that she regretted being here.

Not one bit.

“I’ve never been this high up before,” she mumbled. “The only times I did were when some creature flung me up into the middle of nowhere.”

Marcy hummed to that. Anne's fingers ghosted the triceps of Marcy's arms, left goosebumps to form and bristle in the cold, it made everything feel weird. Comfortable. Safe. “So is this less traumatizing and more exciting then?”

“Oh yeah, definitely.” Her voice rang, all charmed and sweet. “By a long shot.”

And Marcy was glad about that. Ever since she found Joe, a lot of her adventures had gotten easier to deal with. From zooming over to the Dry Swamp to the many forests hidden deep underneath solid canopies, one of the many pros of having a steed like Joe was of the view.

A view that made scouting ten times easier. The kind that entangled her in clouds, the song of avians, and the dance of the breeze. The kind that chilled her nose, left cumulus droplets on her thumbs, and when she settled down from grazing the upper layers of oxygen her body’s equilibrium warmed her up like it always intended to.

To have Anne feel that same experiences — the same elation — made the trip all the more worth it. Especially when Marcy’s skin grew warmer under non-equilibrium circumstances. All due to the cuddly contact.

Oh, Anne.

“If you want, I know a froggy pitstop nearby that sells slushies twenty-four-seven,” Marcy said softly. Joe went into a descent, already maneuvered by Marcy’s quick hands at the reins. They weren’t going to land yet. At least until Anne said so. “Wouldn’t hurt to take in the view on a full stomach.”

“That sounds amazing.” Anne pressed closer, and Marcy tried not to think about the murmur, how low it rumbled against Marcy’s ear. Gosh, she must be really relaxed by now. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m ready for some grub.”

“Well, they aren’t really grubs more like a mish-mash of every insect on the palette.”

“I try not to think about it.”

With laughter escaping them, Marcy directed Joe into the forest space below, her heart synced with the beat of sparrow wings.

#amphibia #marcanne #annarcy #Finally it's its own standalone fic #anne boonchuy #marcy wu #I mainly just placed this stuff in the drabbles comp but I loved this one too much that I had to clean it up #I FORGOT TO PUT THE MARGINS

[the-last-kenobi]

For BTHB "Halucinations" with Obi-wan on Zigoola?

@coalmine301 you do delight my whump-loving heart. Sorry this took so long!

tw for mental breakdown, ptsd, graphic injury, self harm, and torture.

Zigoola was not a place.

At least, it was not only a place. Not anymore.

The power of the Force, honed and used and washed over a place over time, eventually causes great change.

The Jedi Temple was not merely a building, after all, but a beacon of peace and light for all who could feel it. Its bones ran deep with power, layers upon layers of light.

It was the way of the Light to be fortitude, to be patience, to be serenity, forgiveness, humility.

It was the way of the Dark to be recklessness, to be rage, to be thrill, to be destruction, consumption, emotion.

And Zigoola was Dark.

Dark indeed.

And when Obi-Wan Kenobi left that hellish planet, secure in the worried arms of Bail Organa and Padmé Amidala...

Zigoola followed him home.

: : : : :

Anakin and Ahsoka returned from their most recent campaign flushed with triumph and eager to share the bragging stories all the men did, with bravado and cheer to help cover for the losses met and the sacrifices made.

They returned when most of Obi-Wan’s external injuries had been washed away by bacta.

“Hey, Master,” Anakin greeted him, stretching luxuriously as he swaggered into their quarters. He always called him Master when he was worried about him. “Heard you got roughed up on a mission. What happened?”

His eyes were overly keen. He had seen that Obi-Wan is (is?) fine, and now he wanted to know why secrets were being kept.

How dare they send his Master alone on some secret mission?

How dare they allow him to be harmed because Anakin wasn’t there beside him?

“We met with some turbulence,” Obi-Wan said calmly, carefully turning in his chair in a way that showed Anakin his face while casting the still-pink burn on one side hidden by shadow, in a way that didn’t put pressure on his bad leg. (Worse leg.) “I’m all right. Bacta still smells as unpleasant as I recall.”

Anakin chuckled. He came to sit on a nearby chair, kicking his booted feet in the air.

“Anakin,” sighed Obi-Wan. He shifted again. Just a little. Just to keep his face out of direct light. “Please, sit properly?”

“This is properly,” his former apprentice teased. He flipped around so that his feet were off the back of the chair and his head was on the floor. “A chair is for getting off your feet and being comfy. I’m off my feet. I’m comfy. So this is totally proper.”

Obi-Wan muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “graceless ass.”

Anakin launched a cup coaster at him with the Force.

: : : : :

Obi-Wan woke suddenly in the dead of night.

It was pitch black in his room, but he could sense Anakin leaning over him as clearly as if he could see him.

“‘N’kin?” he mumbled.

Anakin shifted closer to the bed. “Yeah. Obi-Wan... what’s going on?”

“What?”

“You were screaming,” his friend said slowly. “In your sleep.”

Obi-Wan flushed, grateful that the darkness hid his face from view. “Oh. I’m sorry. You know how disturbed the Force is these days, especially here on Coruscant. I must have...”

“No,” Anakin cut across him. “It wasn’t like that. What aren’t you telling me?”

“It’s nothing, Anakin.”

“It’s not nothing.”

Obi-Wan sighed and shifted in his bed, tugging the sheets up higher, shielding himself from the chill of the room. “It is, Anakin. I’m sorry I disturbed you, but—”

“It’s not nothing,” said Anakin in a low voice. “If it was nothing you wouldn’t have lived. Why did you live?”

Obi-Wan’s heart stopped. “What?”

“Why did you live?” demanded Anakin’s voice. The dark presence beside him seemed to suddenly swell, filling the entire room, sucking out all the air. “Why didn’t you die, Jedi?”

“Anakin?” Obi-Wan said hoarsely, starting to sit upright.

Two hands caught him forcefully and shoved him back down, pinning him on his back. The bedsheets suddenly felt suffocating; his limbs were tangled in them hopelessly as he began to kick and struggle.

No matter how hard he thrashed, the hands held him firmly.

Obi-Wan opened his mouth - to question, to beg, to scream - something - but more hands came out of the blackness and closed around his throat, cutting off his voice before he could do more than let out choked cry.

The darkness remained, but somehow, Anakin’s snarling face came into view, illuminated in red as if by fire.

“You should have died on Zigoola,” he sneered. “Die, Jedi.”

And he snapped Obi-Wan’s neck.

: : : : :

Anakin meandered up the hallway, chasing a feeling.

It happened sometimes. The Force just prodded and poked with no clarity whatsoever.

He spotted a familiar figure at the end of the hallway, standing next to a large window overlooking the western horizon of Coruscant. Anakin knew long before he got close that it was Obi-Wan.

“Hey.”

The man didn’t move.

“Obi-Wan, Ahsoka wants to grab lunch at Dex’s before she sets out for her solo. You coming?”

He had his robe on, but it was wrapped tightly around him, and the hood was raised.

Anakin frowned and stepped closer. “Hey. Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan pulled his cloak even tighter around him. His head turned slightly. “Go ahead and say what you want to say,” his former Master muttered. “I won’t talk to you.”

Anakin looked as if he’d been slapped; the hand he had raised to touch the older man’s shoulder fell back to his side. “Fine,” he said curtly. “Whatever makes you happy I guess.”

He turned on his heel and stalked off, brimming with hurt and anger.

He was long gone before the Jedi by the window turned his head slowly to look where he had gone, a look of confusion on his face. “...Anakin?”

: : : : :

Night fell again.

Obi-Wan climbed slowly into bed, shaking like a leaf in a tempest. It took five tries - five - just to hoist himself onto his mattress and lay flat, his hands and feet trembling so badly that even his vision was vibrating.

His head began to pound.

Die, Jedi.

Die, Jedi.

Die, Jedi, Die, Jedi, Die, Jedi Die Jedi Die Jedi Die-Jedi-Die-Jedi-Die-Jedi

DIE JEDI DIE—

Bail’s hands covering his. A flash of red. A flash of blue.

Obi-Wan clamped a palm over his mouth to contain the shriek of agony that exploded out of him.

His head - his leg—

Die Jedi

Bail was screaming—

Qui-Gon was reaching for him, then toppling backwards with a beam of red through his chest, his face frozen in a look of shock—

Die Jedi

Obi-Wan slammed his head against the headboard, screaming again into his hand.

“Obi-Wan!”

Anakin was standing over him again, and Obi-Wan curled away from him, clutching his wounded leg with one hand and covering his mouth with the other.

Anakin towered over him, tall, washed in the light streaming from the common area of their quarters—

Wait.

Anakin dropped to his knees, his expression almost frightened. “Obi-Wan! Obi-Wan, snap out of it!”

The older Jedi shuddered where he lay, digging his fingernails into his leg for a purchase on reality.

“Master,” Anakin begged. “Please talk to me!”

Obi-Wan reached further down his leg and shoved his fingertips into the open wound made by his own saber - but - but his fingers dug only into shallow scarring and the dull throbbing of still-healing tissue.

Zigoola.

Bail.

That injury.

It had all been... weeks ago. Weeks and weeks.

His former student knelt next to him, one hand clinging to the bedclothes, clearly wanting to comfort his Master but wary of frightening him further.

“...Anakin?” Obi-Wan whispered around his hand. His voice was small and cracked, a child’s voice after a night terror. “A-Anakin?”

The younger man exhaled shakily, nodding. “Yeah. Yeah. It’s me, Master. Listen. Obi-Wan, you have to let go of your leg... and your face... you’re hurting yourself, all right? Just let go.”

Obi-Wan stared at him.

Anakin stared back, half-stern, half-begging.

After a moment, Obi-Wan obeyed.

He released his leg gingerly, and felt only the residual pain of his slow-healing stab wound and the sharp imprints of his own fingernails.

Then he removed his hand from over his mouth.

His howl of anguish when a red blade pierced Anakin from behind tore through the room, and died into terrified dry sobbing when Anakin fell dead to the floor, his young face painted with shock.

: : : : :

“Master Kenobi!”

Obi-Wan ignored it.

Whoever it was would get his attention more forcefully, real or otherwise. He had no choice but to accept it, but delaying, delaying he could do.

“Master Kenobi! Obi-Wan Kenobi, have you lost your hearing?”

A middle-aged Twi’lek with bold blue skin shouldered her way in front of him; her expression was fierce, but her eyes and the hand she pressed against his chest to stop him were exceedingly gentle. “Obi-Wan?” she repeated.

“Master Che,” he answered dully. “Can I help you?”

“I was about to ask you the same,” she returned, eyes narrowing with concern as she took in his wan visage. “Obi-Wan, your health is deteriorating. An apprentice Healer could tell that at a glance. Why didn’t you come to the Halls?”

“There’s no point,” he said. “It’s just lack of sleep. I’ll pull through.”

Her lekku twitched. “Lack of sleep, hm? That doesn’t explain the rapid weight loss, the new damage on your arms, or your eroding mental shielding...”

“I am fine, Vokara,” the youngest Councilor said sharply. “I won’t be forced into the Halls against my will. If something is really wrong, by all means, feel free to scrape me off the pavement.”

He walked away with his hands folded in his sleeves. His head was bowed.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” the Healer murmured, and picked up her comm unit. “Skywalker. We need to have a conversation. Your Master’s last mission is classified on a need-to-know basis. And you need to know.”

: : : : :

Anakin entered their shared rooms cautiously this time.

The lights were off, save a few small illuminators scattered around the room, radiating soft warm light like candles. Obi-Wan’s robe was draped over the back of the chair, and his boots were set neatly on a mat against the wall, a contrast to Anakin’s, which could usually be found in odd places like on a chair or next to the refrigerator unit.

His former Master’s door was closed.

Hardly daring to breathe, Anakin gently pushed it open.

He blinked, letting his eyes adjust to the deep darkness, and felt his breath hitch.

The bed was empty.

The sheets were tangled and strewn halfway across the floor, as if the occupant had been dragged away or had left in a panic.

Anakin sprang forward, his heart in his throat, as he noticed two things.

A black scorch mark in the floor, where a saber had struck it.

And Obi-Wan’s lightsaber lying discarded in the corner.

“Obi-Wan!” Anakin yelled. “No... no—Obi-Wan!”

: : : : :

Obi-Wan ran.

His vision was flickering like an old holo, flashes of different things all layered together - was he running over damp grass with Qui-Gon - or the polished floors of the Jedi Temple - or the cracked stone of a Sith Temple with Bail - or a strange fiery planet with bursts of lava and Anakin just out of reach - or —

He didn’t know.

He kept running, constantly changing direction as he registered obstacles and turns at the last second.

There was a tree in front of him. He veered left and smacked into a stone wall carved with Sith Runes.

The graven words burned red and fire lanced out at him, biting into his clothing and taking hold, setting him aflame.

Obi-Wan gasped. He stumbled backwards, trying desperately to peel the burning clothing off of him, hearing maniacal laughter echoing from the black corridors all around him, hearing the screams of the dying, the dead.

Someone grabbed him by the arm and he wheeled around, the fire vanishing inexplicably as Cody, wearing bloodstained armor but without his helmet, stumbled into his arms, gasping for air.

Before Obi-Wan could speak, Cody spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to his knees. His hands dragged the Jedi down with him. But when they hit the floor, it was only Obi-Wan, on his hands and knees in some corridor of the Temple, shuddering and crying.

Die Jedi Die Jedi Die Jedi Die Jedi Die Jedi Die

Die Jedi

DIE JEDI

Die

Jedi Die Jedi

Die

DIE JEDI DIE

Die

J

E

D

I

die

The voices in his head rose and coalesced.

Now the voices of the Sith and the voices of his past and the voices of the future and the voices of the dead were all in agreement—

DIE, JEDI

Obi-Wan reached out desperately for the Light.

There was only Darkness.

Die, Jedi, Die, Jedi

Qui-Gon, running ahead of him chasing a Sith across catwalks. Obi-Wan, desperately racing after him.

Qui-Gon turning at the last second, his verdant lightsaber running Obi-Wan through. The man smiled. Relieved. Pleased. “Die,” he said.

Anakin, ten years old, tentatively asking to spend the night in the same sleeping mat on a mission. Obi-Wan, gently pulling his apprentice into his arms. Waking up hours later with small hands wrapped around his throat and cutting off his air. The innocent face grinned. “Die.”

Ahsoka, dangling out the side of a crashing Y-wing, crying out in pain as her injured shoulder strained. Obi-Wan, diving to catch her hand before she could fall, lifting her back into the ship. Hugging her. And then she kicked him, hard, sending him flying out the door and to his death. She smiled after him. “Die.”

Where was the light?

Where?

...There.

A faint blur of light. A glow.

The feel of fresh air, defying the horrifying visions.

Obi-Wan fixed his eyes on the light, and jumped.

“...NO!”

Someone stopped him. Caught him violently around the waist and dragged him back, pulling him back into the shadows.

Obi-Wan wept, utterly spent.

“Obi-Wan!” a voice raged at him. “What were you doing? What were you even doing?!”

The Jedi only continued to weep silently, letting the strong arms haul him further away. He felt himself lowered to the ground, felt arms come around him in an embrace that felt restrictive.

“Talk to me! Dammit, Master, I need you to focus. Please! Come on, open your eyes properly. Look at me. Look at me.”

The voice became gentler as it went on. Warm and soothing, like the small fires they pitched in encampments, when it was safe to do things like that.

A gentle Force presence brushed against his mind.

It blew through the claws and thorns of Darkness like a hot wind - painful at first, and then calming.

Comforting.

Bright.

Obi-Wan opened his eyes and found himself collapsed in Anakin’s arms, his friend looking down at him with a face twisted with fear and concern. They shifted a little into relief when he met Anakin’s blue eyes.

“...A-Ana...An’kin?” Obi-Wan asked, hardly daring to hope.

Anakin nodded fiercely. “Yeah. It’s me. Listen — we’re going to talk about this later. We’re going to fix this. I’m not going to leave you alone for a second, you hear me? We’ll stick together until this is over. But for now...”

He swallowed hard and looked up at the open balcony mere yards away, glowing innocently in the light of a Coruscant night, the only source of light in the long dark hallway.

“Let’s get you somewhere safe.”

Obi-Wan exhaled softly. “...All right.”

And then his eyes fluttered closed again, his head tilting to one side to rest against his Padawan’s shoulder. Anakin jolted slightly in alarm, but when he checked, he realized that his old Master was merely sleeping.

A proper sleep.

For the first time in Force knew how long.

Anakin sighed and stood up, carrying Obi-Wan in his arms. He was heavy, but still too light and too thin for Anakin’s liking.

The report from Master Che... Anakin bit the inside of his cheek hard to contain a curse, remembering the extensive list of injuries and repercussions the Healer had given him with her eyes full of uncharacteristic worry.

But it would be all right.

They’d handle it together.

They always had.

Always would.

Anakin paused at the end of the corridor and looked back. He held Obi-Wan a little tighter— remembering the moment he had come tearing up this same hall not five minutes before, just in time to see him - the man he had followed for twelve years, humorous and serene and kind and steady, his mentor, his best friend, almost his father, even closer to being a brother...

See him sobbing, stumbling blindly, preparing to leap over the edge of the balcony to his death.

Tormented and lured by the Dark Side.

Anakin forced himself to turn away once more and move his feet back home, holding the sleeping Obi-Wan with all his strength.

: : : : : : :

#bad things happen bingo #I write to make you upset #that’s it #that’s why #okay that’s an exaggeration but still #star wars #star wars fic #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #hurt comfort #this time with some actual comfort #zigoola #bail organa #long post

[shima-draws]

Hiro is here!! We've all been waiting for him!!

You know the drill by now, all the yummy details about his background are under the cut ;) Also be warned it is VERY long I went a little feral writing his backstory lmao

Hiro

Age: 17

Hair color: Orange

Eye color: Pink

Element: Psychic & Forest

Okay so a lot of this is gonna be stuff I'm pulling from posts I've already written to make it easier on myself and so I don't have to repeat anything.

Before he was born, the Novune Forces approached Hiro's parents because they knew that he would be born as a dual elemental. Part of their goal was to raise several dual type children to become human weapons--they targeted dual type babies specifically because they're said to be more powerful since they can use more than one elemental type.

It was the perfect opportunity for Hiro's parents because at the time they were not ready for a child despite agreeing that they were going to have it. Ofc the Forces did not reveal their plans so to them it turned into a nice surrogate parent situation where Hiro's mother would give birth to him and he'd immediately be given up for adoption afterwards. It was definitely hard for them to part with him but they trusted he'd be in good care. Well. That turned out great, as you can probably tell :')

Hiro, along with Kaz and Mallary, became the Forces' iconic trio, with Hiro considered to be the golden child and the most dangerous between the three of them because of his high intellect and skill in combat. He grew up under a very strict regimen and would spend hours each day dedicated to training both his mind and his elemental powers. He's an extremely gifted psychic elemental and took to his abilities almost immediately--he’s able to read his opponents movements and set up traps before they can even get to him. He’s usually airborne for most battles he’s in; he finds it easier to strategize from a higher vantage point, and he also just likes to float around and dodge enemy attacks and act like an ass lmao. He’s a pro at immobilizing his enemies so they can no longer move, ending his battles swiftly and cleanly. Physically he’s not very powerful so he uses a magic staff to fight. His intelligence more than makes up for his lack of super strength!

He has a special power like Kaz’s extra dragon typing (and, like Kaz, he has a streak in his hair from the experimentation)—Hiro gets visions of death, basically predictions of the future, and his visions are never wrong. He’s able to see who dies in battle and the Forces use this to their advantage so that they can prepare around any casualties. Hiro hates getting these visions because he doesn’t like seeing people die, he witnesses their last moments and it’s certainly traumatizing for him;; and like Kaz, this power was something he only unlocked through lots of experimentation on him, so he usually passes out for hours after getting a vision since it’s not a “natural” ability he was born with.

As for his second typing, it was something he never really clicked with. Forest elementals have to be very attuned to nature and are generally more kindhearted and gentle people, but since Hiro grew up in a base with only limited access to the outside (and because he’s forced into acting as an antagonist), his forest elemental powers were repressed over the years. He’s already powerful enough as a psychic elemental so he doesn’t feel the need to resort to a second power, especially since his superiors viewed his second typing as useless and he never received proper training on how to use it. He's already a huge threat as he is so they said good enough. The Forces believe that if something is useless, throw it away, so they eventually abandoned any hope of him succeeding in bettering his forest powers, and focused solely on enhancing his psychic abilities and making his death visions clearer.

Before Hiro became the cold-hearted and snarky colonel that the Forces know him as, he was actually a very kind child with an aversion to violence, and cried often. That got forced out of him pretty quickly though--he learned right away that disobedience means punishment and the only way to pay for his mistakes is by verbal and physical abuse. Poor baby :'( He and Kaz and Mallary go through a LOT of unfair shit as kids. The event that really drove home his intense determination and flawless record was the first mission he was ever sent out on.

This happened when he was around 13. Usually members of the Forces don't get to go out on solo missions unless they have a high position or are old enough to, but he was the exception because of his talent and because it was an experiment to see if he could handle it. His mission was to infiltrate a small, family run guild and basically gather intel and find out what their agenda was, as there were rumors they knew of some of the Forces’ plans. Upon Hiro’s arrival to the town where the guild was situated, he ends up rescuing the Guildmaster’s daughter, Lorelai, who is around his age. Unknowingly, he triggered his forest elemental powers, which caused them to land in a field of flowers he’d bloomed. Because of this, Lorelai starts to call him Flower, since he couldn’t come up with a codename in time and he doesn’t have a real name anyway lol

A couple weeks pass and Hiro spends more and more time with the guild, growing closer to Lorelai and being lulled into a false sense of security. He becomes extremely jealous of how the guild lives, and is very emotional at how much of a family they are, and how sweetly they treat him. Hiro starts to ponder over whether or not he should be sneaking around behind their back, when one day the guild is attacked while he’s out. When he returns, the village is set ablaze, and when Hiro demands what’s going on, his superior informs him that he was merely a decoy to get their defenses down, since apparently the Forces had definitive proof that they knew of their plans. His superior orders Hiro to search the village and kill anybody who was left.

Hiro, panicked, searches for Lorelai, and finds her hiding in the forest nearby. He apologizes to her and has a mental breakdown, blaming himself for all of her misfortune. Lorelai realizes that he’s being kept in the Forces against his will and begs him to run away with her. Hiro knows that he’ll be hunted down if he does, and Lorelai could get hurt, so he tells her he has to stay with them. In the midst of this, they are confronted with the current colonel of the Forces, who encourages Hiro to kill Lorelai. Hiro refuses, and the colonel calls him out for insubordination. The colonel then decides to kill both of them in order to get a promotion. Hiro leaps to defend both Lorelai and himself, and in the scuffle, receives the scar on his head, and accidentally kills the colonel. Traumatized, bloodied, and terrified, Lorelai is the one to apologize to him as he cries his eyes out. Hiro numbly reassures her and tells her to run while she can. Lorelai admits that she loves him and bids him farewell, hoping that they can meet again, and that she’s sorry she can’t do more for him.

This is when Hiro decides to become the perfect agent—dangerous, cruel, and flawless, so that something like this never happens again, and so that he can have enough power to make the decisions rather than just following orders to mindlessly kill people. From then on out he does what he’s told without any complaints and has a record for never failing a single mission the Forces have given to him. Any enemy considers him to be absolutely ruthless because he does not hesitate in battles and will neutralize with no questions asked. He’s a cocky little bastard around enemies lmao he loves to snark them and tease them. He’s strictly against killing after what happened to the colonel, so instead, if it’s a high risk operation, he erases the memories of his targets to reduce the threat. Because he’s so uncomfortable with the thought of death in general he reasons that losing your memories is better than dying, and that makes it easier on the Forces as well since they’ll leave less of a trail rather than just killing people left and right. 

Growing up, Hiro didn’t interact with Kaz very much, and they usually just saw each other in passing. However they both respect each other a great amount, and they sympathize with each other, being in the same sort of situation. Both the Hiro and Kaz hate their upbringing and hold a grudge against their superiors for their treatment and experimentation on them;; As for Mallary, Hiro became enamored with her because she reminds him a lot of Lorelai (who he later admits to being his first love). He finds her strength captivating and the way she doesn’t give a shit about other people’s opinions admirable. Hiro eventually falls prey to her manipulation and falls over himself to please her, which bothers Kaz because he knows Mallary’s just toying with him.

After the Forces’ plan to kidnap Ginni and use her as a hostage blows up in their face, Hiro finds out that Kaz had escaped with her, and commends him on the extremely smart decision to do so lol. He wonders if he should start considering leaving the Forces as well, seeing as he’s mature and responsible (and smart) enough to make it on his own. He’s ordered to retrieve Kaz which was a HUGE mistake on the Forces’ part because they didn’t realize Hiro’s loyalties lied more with people on the outside. Hiro meets up with Kaz and Kaz eventually convinces him to desert the Forces and work with him to stop their plans. Hiro agrees to work as a double agent for a while, leaking all of the Forces’ information to Kaz, Ginni, and the guild. In the midst of all this, Hiro meets Olivia, who pretty much calls dibs on him and she’s like “Listen Ginni got to give Kaz his name so can I give the colonel a name?? Please???” So she starts calling him Hiro! And finally baby boy smarts up and starts crushing on a girl that actually gives a damn about him and god dammit it’s the cutest fucking case of puppy love since Dusk/Nozomi. Hiro absolutely adores her, but he’s too nervous to actually do anything about it because he’s got huge abandonment issues (thanks again bad parenting! And Mallary!) and doesn’t want to ruin one of the only genuine friendships he’s ever had. But he is head over HEELS for Olivia and it’s so……softe.

Mallary finds out that Hiro’s acting as a spy, and retaliates. Hiro realizes just how awfully she’s treated him and defeats her, allowing him to escape and officially join up with the guild.

After that it’s a whole bunch of crazy action stuff as plans come together and they get to take down the Forces. Hiro falls harder and deeper for Olivia while she remains oblivious (at least, for a little while, until she finally starts noticing). He grows closer to Kaz and Ginni as well, and begins connecting with Kaz on a deep level because of their shared history. (They’re kind of like brothers, and Hiro considers him to be his best friend :’) )

Once the Forces are defeated, Hiro and Kaz both decide to go on a journey of self discovery in order to better themselves and learn more about the world they haven’t seen due to being locked up for so many years. Kaz and Ginni are already on the verge of forming a relationship, but with Olivia and Hiro it’s still tentative since she’s unsure and he still feels inadequate as a romantic partner. Olivia admits that she likes him and Hiro is so happy he’s ready to burst, but then he realizes it’s not the right time for them to be together so he gently rejects her. (Olivia takes this as an actual rejection tho not a “I’m not ready to be in a relationship with you yet tho I WANT to” and Ginni’s like YA’LL ARE SO DUMB I S2G).

Hiro and Kaz go their separate ways, and Hiro travels around for a while! He eventually settles in a lovely little village where he learns about his forest elemental powers and how to use them better. He’s finally able to connect with other people and essentially becomes way softer around the edges, revealing the true personality he had when he was a kid. A year or so passes and suddenly Kaz, Ginni and Olivia show up to reunite with him, and not long after that Hiro and Olivia FINALLY get together and start dating 😔👌 (Ginni: TOOK you look enough, god)

At some point the four of them go on a journey together and Hiro runs into his biological parents again…!! And he finds out he has a younger sister and they all reconnect and it’s SO EMOTIONAL

Other than that I think that’s all I have 🤔 Thanks for reading though this epic rollercoaster ride of a story plot lol!

Extra personality traits

-Hiro’s sarcasm and snarkiness is a defense mechanism to prevent anybody from seeing his vulnerable side, and also a way to trick the fear inside of him. Kaz is the one to point this out actually lol

-Despite that he does enjoy teasing people lightheartedly and being sassy, once he gets comfortable enough with them! There is a difference between his snarkiness towards enemies compared to that towards friends

-Is EXTREMELY loyal to the people he cares about. At first he tends to act prickly and kind of standoffish towards people he doesn’t know well. Over time he becomes more open to trusting others. Once you earn his trust and he deems you worthy of his friendship he instantly becomes softer and kinder haha, it’s like a switch

-Often dismisses people that he thinks aren’t worth his time or aren’t smart enough to hold an intelligent conversation with him

-Spends a lot of time reading and gathering knowledge. He is very book smart—but not very people smart :’D He and Kaz will spend hours in the guild’s library, since they’re both very thirsty for information outside of what they studied during their time in the Forces

-Touch starved as FUCK. He flips his shit every time somebody touches him in a friendly way, and will melt into a puddle if he gets hugged

-He can be very nosy and insensitive sometimes, prying into other people’s personal affairs if he thinks he can solve the issue

-Absolutely a tactics expert. He calculates all of his moves very carefully, and uses prediction tactics to leave no room for error. He enjoys coming up with mock battle situations to challenge himself.

-Very self-sacrificial;; he views the lives of those he cares about to be far more important than his own. He’ll lay his life on the line for his friends in an instant

-Is the person in the group who is the least fond of violence. If he can find a way around injuring someone, he’ll do it. He prefers to restrict his enemy’s movements or slow them down so they can’t fight back. He is VERY good at neutralizing opponents before they can even register it

-SUPER speedy. Due to his small size he’s very quick, most people don’t see him coming

-He’s really sensitive about his height fjmaksldmas he snaps at people who make fun of him for it

-Tends to levitate when he’s in deep thought. Olivia finds this very cute

-Blooms flowers when he’s happy/embarrassed

-He’s actually. A very talented dancer :0 During his year away from the guild he learned a lot of folk dances at the village he was living in, and when the others witness it they get really starstruck because it’s super mesmerizing!! He blooms flowers as he dances

-At his core he’s a very compassionate character!!

-After escaping from the Forces, he’s able to express his emotions more openly, and goes back to the way he was as a child. He’s a crybaby :’) He cries whenever someone he cares about gets hurt

-The only person in the group with the fucking brain cell, and the most rational one. Unless Olivia gets involved, then he gets stupid and flustered lmao

#This got SO long oh my god. I am so sorry. Except I'm not #My character bios keep getting longer and longer!! WHICH IS GOOD BC THEY ALL NEED GOOD DEVELOPMENT #OC #Original character #Character art #Character design #Character sheet #Character ref #Character reference #Art #Digital art #Long post #Shima arts #Shima's OCs #Among the Stars #ATS #Hiro #shima-draws

[knoepfchen]

tulcea, 2018

a/n: the little art heist joe and nicky pull in this story actually happened, and the circumstances of the painting’s recovery are just strange enough to imagine it might have actually been them. for the purposes of this and the general story, this fic is set in 2019, immediately post-movie. a prequel of sorts to notre-dame and goussainville revisited.

After she’d seen Copley’s boards, Andy slept for three days.

On the first morning, Copley asked: “Is Andy up yet?”

He paused clearing away the table from breakfast as Nile stepped into the kitchen. She shook her head and took a slice of toast from him. They both shrugged.

On the second morning, Copley appeared in the doorway to their room.

“Should we wake her?” Nile looked up from the game she’d been playing on her phone. 36 hours was a long time to sleep.

“Is she having a nightmare?” Nicky’s voice drifted across the hallway.

Andy was still curled up on the bed in Copley’s guest bedroom. It looked like she hadn’t moved an inch since she’d gone to sleep two days before.

“Doesn’t look like it,” Nile said.

They let her sleep.

On the third morning, Nile hesitated at Andy’s bedside. It had been a hellish week by everyone’s standards, and on top of the betrayal by one of their closest friends, Andy was also recovering from a gunshot wound. Properly recovering, for the first time in so long. Did her body still know how to do that?

She found Joe and Nicky on the terrace, their hands wrapped around coffee mugs and what was left of one of Copley’s many daily newspapers on the bench between them. Nile had also wanted a coffee, but Copley had been in the kitchen, his questions inevitable.

“Andy’s still asleep,” Nile said as she sat on one of the deckchairs. She didn’t quite succeed in keeping the worry from her voice.

“It’s okay, Nile.” Nicky folded up the current affairs section he’d been reading and wordlessly offered her a sip from his coffee.

“Three days seems like a long time now, but it’s not all that much, once you’ve been alive that long,” Joe said. “You know how Andy told you to get some sleep while you can? ”

“Are you telling me Andy is just having the immortal equivalent of an afternoon nap right now?”

Nile knew she sounded sceptical. She didn’t even say what she really thought, which was that Andy wasn’t immortal anymore, and the days she could sleep away suddenly numbered.

Nicky smiled at her like he understood anyway. “We would wake her, if we had to.”

“She’s still Andy. A little reckless, but at the end of the day, the person who knows what’s best for Andy is usually… Andy,” Joe said.

“She’s still recovering. By the time she wakes up, she’ll be fine.”

And Nicky was right.

On the fourth day, Andy strolled into the kitchen like nothing had happened. With a spring in her step, Nile would have said, but that somehow didn’t feel appropriate for a 6,000-year-old.

“How are you feeling?” Copley asked her as Joe wordlessly pushed a mug into Andy’s hands.

“I'm good, thank you.” Andy lifted her shirt to reveal a bullet wound that was nearly healed. Whatever it was that made them immortal, it wasn’t fully gone from her system yet.

“That’s gonna be a nice scar, boss.” Joe smirked.

“You can start to collect them,” Nicky said. “Put your bronze trinket collection to shame.”

“They’re not trinkets.” Andy gently jostled him and turned to Copley. “What have you got for us?”

Copley cleared his throat. If he was surprised by the sudden turn of events, he knew better than to show it. Nile remembered that learning curve, at least.

“I’ve been doing some security checks on the safe houses you’ve told me about. Once I’ve procured new identity documents for all of you, I believe the best plan of action in the short-term is for you to stay in Europe.”

Andy nodded. “So, refugee crisis in the Mediterranean? Fighting populism?”

Nile held her breath. She was curious to learn what her first ‘real’ job as an immortal would be. But Copley only frowned.

“No, no, when I said you should stay in Europe, I thought that it is the best place for you to lay low while I erase recent traces of you online and establish proper security protocols at all your safe houses.”

“That’s not what I meant when I said ‘let’s get to work,’ Copley.” Andy set her mug down. “We’ve just taken a break, we’re not taking another so soon after.”

“Oh really, a break?” The timbre of Copley’s voice was slipping into sarcasm, but he had turned to Nicky and Joe. “All of you laying low for a year?”

To Nile’s surprise, Joe was looking slightly flustered.

“So the two ‘Dutch nationals’ who arrived at the Netherlands’ embassy in Romania last year to turn in a stolen Picasso, they were just two ordinary citizens who happened upon a painting, yes? They were not, say, two immortal men who’d been tracking the crime syndicate that had stolen the painting to Romania and decided to save what was left of them once the thieves started burning the others?”

Nicky’s ears were a bit redder than before, but he was still returning Copley gaze. “It was the right thing to do.”

Andy groaned. “You did Tulcea without me?”

“Sorry, boss.” Joe smiled sheepishly. “We had a lead while we were in the area, and your phone was off, so—”

“Unbelievable,” Andy muttered.

“Anyway,” Copley steered the conversation back on track. Nile would’ve preferred to hear more about the art heist. “Some of your safehouses have been breached. I will get you some new passports and once I can be reasonably certain that your closest safehouse is secure, I will give you to the go ahead to either clear out of them or establish a new security protocol there. Until you have a safe base, no more sneaky jobs, no more solo missions.”

Andy turned to Nile. Judging by her face, that was the first rule she was going to break.

But she only smiled at Copley. “Sure thing.”

#i promise i will a) write the actual heist i promised and b) shape these parts into the actual fic they're begging to be #there's just a little bit of a lot going on right now #so these little weekend snippets are all my brain allows #nile freeman #andromache the scythian #tog fic #the old guard #my fic #all this time

[thisiscrash]

whats ur fave sns headcannon? and have you ever written all the uchihas in gremlin mode?

Hey, anon! Thanks for the ask. Sorry it took so long, but y’know... life. :P

To answer your question about the Uchihas in gremlin-mode, I haven’t. Hahaha. Although I would certainly like to read that. lol

About the headcanons, I’ve got sooooooooo many, but to name a few:

1) Sasuke and Naruto definitely travelled the world together after Sasuke returned from his solo travels; learning about themselves and each other... and of course, the world, too!

2) Sasuke is touch-starved, but will only seek and accept affection from Naruto. No one else, thank you very much!

3) Sasuke absolutely hates it when it’s either too cold or too hot. Okay, he hates the heat more than the cold because at least when it’s cold, he can curl into his boyfriend, who’s like super hot 😏. But during the heat he always feels like he wants to rip his skin off; he won’t even let Naruto touch him then (except sometimes when Naruto manages to find creative ways to cool Sasuke down 😏😏😏).

4) They still fight like feral cats and compete with each other that people sometimes wonder if these two are actually in a relationship (but when they’re alone they can’t keep their hands off one another).

5) Usuratonkachi and Dobe are both terms of endearment for Sasuke and Naruto secretly loves it when Sasuke calls him that. Naruto can also totally tell what Sasuke is feeling just by listening to the tone of said endearment. There is only one term of endearment that can make Sasuke go weak in the knees and it is when Naruto calls him ‘darling’. not that Sasuke will ever admit it

6) People assume Naruto is open about the way he feels because of his extravertedness, but in truth, Naruto tends to bottle his emotions and it’s only Sasuke who knows exactly how to draw out his true feelings so Naruto doesn’t just explode from the stress. Since Naruto and Sasuke got together (particularly after his enlightening solo travels), Sasuke has gotten much better at expressing his feelings, even if he’s extremely picky about who he opens up to.

7) Sasuke and Naruto have learned that just knowing things from their heart isn’t enough, and now they understand each other’s love language and take the time to communicate with each other.

8) Sasuke and Naruto have loved each other since they were children. They just never understood what that feeling was until now.

9) They work hard to build and staff a proper orphanage in Konoha, although they don’t adopt their own kids until they’re much older and married.

10)  Both of them take on students. Naruto gets his own Genin team when he becomes Jounin and he enjoys it so much! And Sasuke takes an orphan he encountered during one of his travels under his wing. And when Naruto is ready to propose to Sasuke, he asks the kids for ideas on how he should do it.

11) Naruto does become Hokage like he always dreamt, and Sasuke becomes his Shadow, but the latter stays close to the former, only leaving the village for long-drawn-out missions when it’s absolutely necessary.

12) They make a beautiful life for themselves, growing old together and retire in a cosy little house in the outskirts of the village, with a large yard where their grandchildren can play when they come over. And of course, they have lots of pets!

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