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dyns33 · 8 months ago
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In my mind Vulcans and Elves have great hearing, as the big cats they are... I imagine some sweet and dorky situations.
Y/N, whispering : “I love you Mikey.” 
Elf Michael, at the other corner of the room : *smiles* 
Y/N, still whispering : “Nice ass.” 
Elf Michael, same spot, knowing all the other elves heard that too : *blushes*
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rinnahtheskinchanger · 2 months ago
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Fuck this.
Rinnah sucked in a breath as she kept up her pace, holding a chunk of snow to her side to slow the bleeding. Everything had started out alright; new place to explore, new things to see...but then it went to shit. She’d been travelling a while, through the snow covered landscape, without much trouble. Her family had often visited relations in Norway and Iceland as a child, and the cold had never been a bother. It was in her blood. At least, however much was still inside her.
She’d had the misfortune of coming across a castle. It hadn’t been too inviting from the outside, but there were fires blazing inside, and as much as she didn’t mind the cold, the melting snow did serve to put a damper on things. Rinnah went around, trying to locate the entrance, and eventually found it. She knocked on the front doors, too polite to just go barging in, no matter the weather. And, when a young, tired woman offered her entry, she made the mistake of taking that offer.
Not even ten minutes after, she was being circled by three young women as their mother spoke to her, sickly sweet. Rinnah had been on edge since one of the sisters has wiped some of the blood from her cheek and tasted it. Her eyes had gotten brighter, and she rushed to her mother’s side. It also didn’t help that the deep red liquid in the wine glass smelled of blood.
Rinnah had run after that, body fighting exhaustion with all the adrenaline it could produce. She’d dodged and weaved, sprinting away from the screams and buzzing...until the buzzing stopped. Rinnah turned to look quickly, feeling the cold air on her back from a window that was cracked, a few pieces missing. The daughters stood away, eyeing it nervously. There was only one thing to do.
And that’s how she wound up trudging through the snow again. Her side had been sliced on the glass as she leapt through it. Luckily it had been on the ground floor. Rinnah had to find shelter before she could think of stopping to bandage the wound. She’d heard howls in the forest, as well, discordant and utterly wrong. All the young woman could do was keep walking, stay awake and move towards any chance of shelter.
Eventually, Rinnah reached a tall, iron gate. She stared at it a few moments, breathing harshly through gritted teeth, lip curling slightly at the acrid scent of burning fuel. There were hardly any options, so she braced herself, slipping through the gate, and making her way towards the metallic sounds of a factory. Every step forward had her nerves winding tighter, but soon she reached the doors. There was no knock, this time, and Rinnah made her way right inside the entrance, falling against a wall before sliding down to the floor.
The last of the snow dropped from her cold fingers, and she set to find some bandages from her bag.
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blanxkey · a year ago
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🌹!
nat, thank you, lovely.
lucas thinks if eliott demaury were to love him back, he would do so severely, recklessly, this boy with quiet chaos in his hands. catastrophic warmth to his syllables, in his touch, and he’d mark lucas’ skin with it, with fondness, with love, love, love. but — he doesn’t, and with every breath he feels the roots twisting deeper into him, filling his lungs. they feed on his pain, on his love, sickly sweet and deadly, a fatal spell. he coughs out a petal, and the flowers, like his love, aren’t meant to be kept all inside of him.
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breakthecage · a year ago
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  @theirnindo   said:     ✸ about Ino      
✸ for a drabble about my muse having a sex dream about yours
“Neji~  Can you just-”  Hearing her voice call out to him, Neji stepped behind Ino, hands sliding to the belt that fastened her yukata in place.  “Like this?” he asked quietly, untucking a piece of fabric at her waist, allowing the fabric to be loosened.  He felt her tug the fabric forward, slipping through his fingers as the yukata slacked around her body.  Eyes focused on the collar sliding down her skin and baring her shoulders, Neji reached forward, wrapping his arms around her waist and stopping her hands from removing the cloth further.  
“Neji!” her voice rang out, both confused and amused.  “What are you doing?”  He leaned down, pulling her back tightly against his chest as his face dipped down, lips brushing against her neck.  He didn’t answer her question, allowing the trail of kisses he left down her neck and across her shoulder  comprise his response.  While one hand found hers, intertwining their fingers and holding it tightly, the other slipped into her yukata, sliding across her bare stomach.  “You looked exceptionally beautiful at the festival today,” he commented quietly into her ear.  He may have been unable to spend time with her, their respective teams demanding attention and keeping them apart, but that didn’t mean he didn’t notice her.  The hairpin he’d gifted her still pierced her hair as it was held against her head, a delicate bird carved into the tip.  It was a symbol of his presence, a silent reminder of who cared for her that no others would notice.  It was like their very own secret and pleased Neji immensely to know she’d chosen to wear his gift.
Feeling her relax into his touch and lean back against him, the Hyuuga smiled against her skin.  “Darling… don’t stop,” he heard her whine as his hands had stilled from his contemplation, causing him to exhale sharply in amusement.  Of course he’d follow her command.  His fingers felt a thin piece of fabric as his hands traveled up her waist, an undergarment of some sort, though he was too distracted to look to see what exactly.  His hands continued on their path, pushing the fabric up and parting the yukata further as he revealed  her.  There was a brief resistance from the cloth as it was pushed up over her breasts before settling atop them, exposing them to the cool evening air.  
She was so tempting, her quick heartbeat felt through his hand as it slid against the soft skin of her breast.  “Are you already aroused from such a small touch?” His other hand left hers, slipping down her body, over her panties and between her legs.  Gentle fingers prodded the fabric there as it clung tightly to her.  “Soaked through already,” he observed quietly before leaving another kiss to her shoulder.  His teasing only earned him a demanding whine in response, feeling her squirm against him, hips pressing backwards against him, urging him onwards as she felt his arousal.  
It was a lucky thing that he was so practiced in restraint.  Ino’s entire existence tempted him, drawing out his desire as she urged him to stop merely teasing.  She wouldn’t be so lucky.  His hand stayed outside her panties, lightly touching as she found his favorite little button even through the fabric.  “Neji…”  This whine was coupled with forceful action as she quickly turned to face him, a pout crossing her adorable face as she silently demanded what she desired. She was met with no resistance, releasing her from his grip without hesitation yet accompanied by plenty of amusement.   
“Ino,” he responded shortly with a smug smirk.  She looked so cute when she was nearly begging.  He took her chin in his hand, leaning down and giving her a gentle, yet desirous kiss.  His hands moved down to her hips, then to her legs, lifting her with the practiced ease of a man who spent his days training his strength before setting her on the bed.  Neji leaned forward, his body hovering over hers, pressing her back against the bed, the yukata falling further down her shoulders and leaving her fully visible to his gaze and this time he definitely looked.  She was so beautiful.  This moment was a rare one in which Neji wished he was more skilled with words so he could properly express exactly how much her allure enthralled him.  
“Neji!”  He looked up into her eyes, realizing he’d become still with distraction again as he observed the impatient expression that crossed his beloved’s face.  He smiled up at her for a moment before his tongue flicked against one of her nipples, teasing her yet again.  “Mmm…” he mumbled as he felt her react beneath him, arching him into his touch to demand more.  His palm cupped her breast, kneading it gently as his thumb brushed over her nipple, feeling the damp saliva he’d left behind.  He felt her legs part instinctively, knees straddling either side of his body as he turned his head to the side, kissing the inside of her other breast.  His free hand cupped that one as well, taking his time and teasing it before taking the nipple into his mouth, allowing his tongue to slide against the soft flesh.  
The Hyuuga let out a soft groan, feeling her nails brush his torso as she tugged at his civilian shirt, pulling it up as far as she could manage from her reclined position.  Ever conscientious towards his beloved, Neji sat up, removing the shirt for her and tossing it aside.  He couldn’t resist staring down at her for a brief moment, the way she looked up at him with eager desire, the way her hands reached up to touch his scars.  “I love you.”  He didn’t give her a chance to respond to his declaration, swiftly closing the distance between them and capturing her lips in his.  The kiss was rough, eager on her part and forceful on his.  His hand moved between them, drawing a little gasp from her into the kiss as his fingers slid under her panties, touching her soft, wet skin directly.  He could feel her hand entangle in his hair, tugging it harshly as she silently demanded he continue.  
He barely managed a short grunt into the kiss, feeling her tug his body down against hers as his fingers continued to explore her folds, touching and teasing every spot.  She was completely soaked, so ready for him that her body practically begged to be filled and her lips still might, yet he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction yet.  Neji’s hand left her panties, reaching up and grabbing one of her hands before pinning it firmly against the bed as he pulled away from the kiss.  “Neji.”  Her commanding tone only made him smile.  He stared down into her eyes, taking pleasure in how open and vulnerable she was to him.  “If you don’t touch me I will touch myself.  I swear to-”  Her words were cut off by another kiss, this one shorter, but her demands still were not calmed as he felt a delicate hand paw at his pants, touching the bulge she found to spur him on.  
Her caress only earned her a low groan into the kiss and he relented, sliding down her body.  Neji left a loving kiss to her inner thigh as his hands grabbed her panties, his his lifting her hips as they slid under her, removing the obstacle to her pleasure.  He sat up, lifting her legs and tossing the panties aside once removed.  Her legs immediately dropped around him, giving him full view of her and he wasted no time, leaning down once again and nudging her legs further apart.  His tongue gave her soft, wet flesh a long lick, paying extra attention to her most sensitive bit of raised flesh, so soaked with her desire that it made him want to abandon his task and take her then.  
Yet he wouldn’t, continuing to lick and touch, two fingers slipping inside her and pressing upwards.  The sounds she made were so alluring, little feminine moans and pleas for him to continue slipping through her lips with every passing moment.  His favorite was when she said his name; begged it would be more accurate, words growing more and more strained as he felt her body tighten.  He’d never grow tired of drawing this reaction from her, stealing a glance up at her flushed face, arms draped over her eyes as she gave control of her body over to him completely, allowing him her full trust and vulnerability.  
There was a sharp change as he felt her muscles swiftly contract around his fingers, a pleased smirk forming on the Hyuuga’s face as he allowed her to finish, continuing to gently touch her as she rode out her orgasm until her body rested, legs relaxing and her breathing starting to slow.  He withdrew his fingers from her but allowed his thumb to brush against her still sensitive nub, eliciting a little pleased whimper from her.  She was still so sensitive to his touch, even after she came that he couldn’t help but slowly, gently rubbing the tips of his fingers against it again.  
“Neji…  I want to feel you inside me,” her quiet whine brought his gaze up to her face.  She looked worn out yet hungry for more all at once, squirming against his touch.  His fingers left her, pushing down his pants as he moved up her body once more, failing to even remove the cloth completely as he gave in to her demands.  His lips met hers in a slow, yearning kiss as he positioned himself against her.  He could feel her legs wrap around his waist, her body welcoming him as he pressed the tip inside, groaning into the kiss as he entered her fully, all the way to the base of his shaft.  “Ahhh… Ino.  I love you,” he repeated as his lips left hers.  He pulled back, nearly leaving her before plunging inside her once again, listening to the contented moan it brought out of his lover as he buried his face in her nip.  
He gave the soft skin of her neck a little nip, earning him a gasp followed by a whine in response.  He didn’t know how, even with all her training and conditioning as a kunoichi, that she still managed to keep her skin so perfect.  “I love you.”  He wouldn’t grow tired of saying it.  He loved her so much that he couldn’t find the words to properly express the depth of what he felt, so he would continue to declare it until she understood.  
His hand found hers, grasping it tightly and intertwining their fingers as he pressed it back on the bed in an intimate connection  even as he continued to pump in and out of her.  “Neji…” He heard his name, the nails of her free hand digging into his back so hard he thought she might draw blood, yet he didn’t stop, allowing her to tense until she released for the second time, her body arching up against him as the hand she held gripped his as tightly as he’d ever felt.  It was too much for the Hyuuga, who let out a final moan, the sound muffled as he kept his face against her neck, finding his climax  inside her with one finish deep thrust.  
It left him panting and he nearly collapsed against her from the exertion, his concern for her the only thing that kept him holding himself above her.  He pushed himself up, gazing down at her exhausted face and flushed cheeks.  “I love you, my beloved,” he repeated one last time before giving her a feather light kiss.  Neji prepared to roll over off her before he heard his name again, yet this time it didn’t seem to be coming from her lips. 
“Neji.”
His eyes shot open, the ceiling of Ino’s bedroom suddenly visible.  “Ino?” he called out, confusion crossing his face.  Ino appeared above him, sitting up in the bed and staring down with worry.  “Are you okay?  You’re drenched in sweat,” she asked, reaching a hand out to touch his forehead.  The Hyuuga flinched.  He was indeed covered in sweat, his whole body flushed as he sat up quickly, allowing Ino’s blanket to pool around her waist, blocking her view.  How perverse he was, dreaming of making love to her after he’d asked to sleep next to her, promising her that his touch would remain innocent as his only desire was to enjoy her warm presence.  Technically, he hadn’t broken his promise but Neji wasn’t fond of technicalities.  
“It’s nothing.  A dream,” he responded, hoping to calm her fears.  He rubbed his forehead, trying to clear his mind and the memories of the arousing dream.  Would Ino be upset if she learned its contents?  If he had to admit it, he’d thought of her in that way more than once, yet never with her in such close proximity.  It felt wrong somehow.  She hadn’t offered that sort of intimacy yet and Neji realized that he didn’t even know if she’d been with a man before.  Considering his prior mention of past girlfriends, she had to at least have a guess that he was experienced but Ino had never divulged one way or another.  The possibility made him feel particularly vulgar.  
Neji lay back down, trying to look relaxed.  “Come here.  Let me hold you.  You should get some rest.  It’s nothing to be concerned about,”  he assured her, drawing his beloved close and allowing her to rest her head on his chest, listening to his quickened heartbeat as she pondered what was going on with him. 
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bakugou-tm · 3 years ago
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The Chosen Ch. 2 - First Glance
Pirate Bakugou x Mermaid Reader Fic
The Chosen Princess of the Sea and The Ex Prince of the Fire Tribe finally meet, though it was far from planned. Will they get along for the fate of the world or will their similar personalities clash at first glance?
Alrighty so I don’t exactly have a planned day I’ll be updating since I’ve been so busy recently but I’m trying at least to get one chapter in a week, the worst being a two week late. I got a l o t of positive feedback from Chapter 1 so I am confident to say this story will continue to be a 10 Chapter fic so get readY. This chapter is kind of based off my preview but I will be changing a lot of scenes to fit the plot/story line better. Hope you enjoy!
Today was a slow day for the infamous Captain Zero. No other crew to attack, no secret treasure to search for, no fancy gala to crash,
For once the young captain and his crew found themselves bored, sailing the vast blue seas in hopes of running into some sort of excitement. Their average day consisted of dangerous raids, wild chases, or just simple goofing around a random town to scare the citizens.
The group of pirates were far from being villainous, but they weren’t heroes either. ‘Anti-Heroic Pirates’ was what they liked to call themselves.
Aboard the captain’s boat were four other idiotic crew members, ones he couldn’t say he was very proud of but ones he knew were loyal dogs.
First up was Chargebolt, otherwise known as Kaminari Denki. The spunky boy got his nickname from his sparking personality due to his descending of the Fire Tribe, the yellow haired boy was known as a reckless but skilled figher with little to no sense of knowledge.
Next was Cellophane, formerly known as Hanta Sero. The dark haired boy got his nickname from his childhood hero, a demigod blessed with a tape like quirk that he had received from the God of the Skies himself. To match his idol, the air tribe boy crafted his own weapon similar to the power of the demigod.
The only female of Captain Zero’s crew was next, Alien Queen, or Mina Ashido. This spunky gal got the first half of her name name from her rather peculiar looks, while the other half came from her, ‘I own this world’ attitude. No female nor male could stand in her way. Coming from the Earth Tribe, her personality was sweet and bubbly but also strong-willed and powerful.
Next was Red Riot, otherwise known as Eijiro Kirishima. The redhead, hints his nickname, is the captain’s right hand man. Through thick and thin the boy always remained at the captain’s side, earning his trust even though the captain came off as rude. Coming from the Earth Tribe as well, the redhead’s was blessed with strong will-power. Some people said he would quite literally wreck through any problem that came his way. While his personality came off as easygoing and soft, when it came to protecting the ones he loved he was far from soft.
Last but certainly not least, left the Captain himself… Captain Zero, otherwise known as Bakugou Katsuki. The young boy was known as the most infamous pirate at sea, anyone seeing his flag waving never dared to challenge. His parent’s were leaders of the Fire Tribe before, but after refusing to join the throne he ran away to become a rough and tough pirate. The ash blond took what was rightfully his, then took more. And if anyone dare bring up his past, they would rue the day they opened their mouth.
The diverse crew had been through thick and thin together, going from a group of kids on a jacked up ship, to the most feared crew that ever sailed the seas. Many tried to go up against them, making the mistake to assume they were ‘just a bunch of harmless kids’ but that only made Ground Zero’s crew more powerful. The five of them made sure every person in the world knew that they were the best around.
With the crew being so active, it was certainly an off day for them as they sailed far along Japan to some nearby islands, each attempting to busy themselves with a task with nothing much to do.
Laying across one of the barrels near the edge of the boat, a long groan emitted from Mina’s lips as she rolled over on her stomach, her lips pouted out.
“It’s almost noon and not one ship has come into sight, this day couldn’t get more boring.”
Playing chess beside her were Sero and Kirishima, the two looking over to her with dull expressions before nodding in agreement.
“We could feed Kaminari to the fish again.” Sero said with a grin, causing the bright haired boy to make a sound of disgust, interrupting his intense gazing of the oceans the sailed and conquered.
“If any of buckos force me on that plank again, I’ll sock you all square in the jaw!” Kaminari shouted out defensively, his voice not being able to hide the slight fear he had as he looked over to his group of friends cautiously.
A group of laugh’s was heard from the crew below, their faces grinning at the remembrance of when they chucked the electric boy overboard for kicks.
The life of the boat was seeming to come back with just a few laughs until the sound of boots clicking against the wooden planks was heard, followed by the click of the captain’s tongue as he sat down in his chair above the deck.
“Stop yer yapping and keep a lookout for any other ships you good for nothing shitheads.” Bakugou growled, arms crossed as he looked down to his crew members with a sharp scowl, nothing less expected from the grumpy captain.
Kaminari grinned down to his three friends, sticking his tongue out while they glared at them, everyone seeming to go back to what they were doing before.
This boring pattern went on for the next few hours, the occasional bickering, the captain screaming at them all to shut their yaps. As the sun settled low, it appeared today would be another bland day, until that is, the sharp sound of a female screaming echoed across the seas.
“Cap’n did you hear that?” Kirishima shouted, all of their heads jerking to the sound as the looked over the side of the ship to see an island far ahead in the distance.
Narrowing his crimson eyes, Bakugou smacked Sero upside the head earning his attention, “Make yourself useful and see what’s happenin’ through the spy glass.”
Without hesitation, the dark haired boy scrambled to the top deck, matching his eye with the metallic telescope while aiming towards the island.
Sero made a few grunting sounds as he leveled with the scene displayed before him, a few annoyed mumbles before he let out a sigh looking back up to his captain.
“I can’t clearly see what’s happening captain, all I can see from here is a bunch of water moving around, possibly a turf war in the water?”
Bakugou’s eyes narrowed, his red eyes scanning over the horizon to the sounds of yelling before looking back down to his crew.
“I don’t give two fucks what it is, these are my waters and they’re disturbing the damn peace,” Bakugou hissed, his eyes falling on Mina as she stood up a bit straighter, “Dig out that cloaking potion we stole from those dumbass trolls and get this ship unseeable so we can get closer.”
Mina quickly dashed off while Bakugou commanded the rest of the crew set sail towards the battle before them. 
It was difficult to make their way to the island un-noticed, but with their cloaking potion they stole borrowed from a friend they successfully made it close enough to see exactly what was happening.
Now as the five of them watched the scene unfold from behind the wooden ledge of the ship, each attempted to grasp what was going on and who was at fault.
In the water remained three heads, two with only a simple bikini top and the last with no shirt at all. They must have been natives to the island.
“Dude you never said their were hot babes in bikinis! I would’ve swam here!” Kaminari suddenly said with a goofy grin, all heads turning to the yellow haired boy with annoyed glances, Kirishima giving him a crisp slap across his forehead causing him to whine in pain.
With everyone looking back to the scene before them, they all let out a groan in unison at the sight of the ship before them.
Above them in a large, all to familiar black ship, were none other then the Vanguard. The ash blond let out a low growl in recognization of the crew, having dueled with them many times. Although Bakugou’s crew was always successful thanks to the help of a few friends, though he would never admit, those privateers were always up to no good.
“Just give us what we want dear,” The Captain of the Vanguard called out from above the ship, a small pistol aimed towards the group of people showing his true threat against them, “Then nobody else will have to lose their lives.”
At the sound of this, the five finally came to realization of the girl that laid sideways in one of the boy’s arms, a deep red color running down his bare chest.
“And for what?” One female called out, her blond locks bouncing as she pointed an accusing finger, “Sacrificing our princess so you can kill millions more?”
“I told you, I would spare your people if you gave me just one, I would even spare her life if you all complied to my simple demands.”
Just the sound of the dark haired pirate’s voice made Bakugou’s skin crawl, his words laced with poisoness lies that he once made the mistake of trusting a few years back.
“We don’t trust a word you say, and even if we did, we would never sacrifice our princess to the likes of you.” The male spat, his hands gripping tightly on his wounded friend while the few people in the water glared up to the nasty pirates.
And with that final threat, the sound of another gun shot went off followed by more screams.
That seemed to be the final straw for Bakugou, getting up from his crouched position to defend the poor people until a firm hand grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back down. Whipping his head back to Kirishima, the ash blond opened his mouth to rebuttal until the redhead pointed over to the new head that submerged from the water.
Her (h/c) locks seemed perfectly dry even though submerging from the water, though her expression was greatly distressed and angered as she raised her arms up, a wave of water following after her. 
Stopping in his tracks, Bakugou watched as the mysterious woman flung her arm’s towards the Vanguard’s large ship, sending the entire crew off their feet as the element crashed against their main deck.
It was incredible, being able to remain underwater for so long to have a strategic surprise attack, it was simply brilliant. It was clear you must have been from the Water Tribe since you were able to control the element fluently, if only he could get a closer view of you.
The Vanguard Crew seemed to recover quick enough from the attack, giving the mystery girl just enough time to swim before the injured people with her arms up and ready to attack once more. The sinister leader began to chuckle darkly as he stood up, gripping the edge of his railing while picking up his gun once more.
“Well well… look who decided to join the party.”
Narrowing your eyes, you ignored your people’s cries to swim away and rather lifted up more water around you, the light blue marks glowing all along your skin.
“How dare you dishonor my people by killing them with such a primitive weapon?” You cried, (s/c) fists clenched while you narrowed your (e/c) eyes, “Could you not sacrifice your pride and spare their lives with that killing machine?”
The tall man only chuckled once more, leaning down over the balcony with an intrigued face, “Nice to see you too princess, I’ve been good thanks for asking.”
“Answer my question Dabi!”
“They simply weren’t complying with my request dear,” The captain immediately hissed, his sickeningly bright blue eyes narrowing down to you, “I only use my spare worthy opponents but lucky for you… you are beyond worthy.”
Suddenly throwing the gun across the deck, the tall man suddenly ordered his crew up from their positions, slowly moving towards the edge of the ship.
“(L/n) get out of here! He’s going to take you away and torture you till he gets what he wants!” One of the few females that hadn’t been shot cried, causing you to look back with a pained expression. Bakugou finally was able to get a glimpse of your face, your (s/c) skin contrasting with the glowing marks all along your face as your plump lips curved into a frown.
“Please, have trust in me Naomi.” You said with a hopeful smile before turning back to the tall captain with narrowed eyes, “Listen hear you fool, I will make a deal with you but only if you come to terms with what I’m about to say.”
The leader of the infamous crew paused at this, holding his hand up before his eyes narrowed down to your own, “I’m listening.”
“Spare my people..” You said simply, letting out a sigh as you heard your friends behind you, “And I will hand myself over to you.”
Dabi’s eyes looked your body up and down as if he could detect if you were lying or not, but after one last glance his lips curled into a smirk as he nodded to you.
“Very well princess, but you must hand yourself over first.”
Biting your lip you looked down to your palms, your heart racing nervously as you heard your friends begging you to swim away with them. Looking back slowly you forced a smile on your features and narrowed your eyes determinedly.
“Don’t you guys worry about me, I’ll be back before sundown.”
With each looking at you with nervous eyes, the tall boy eventually nodded carrying his injured friend away while dragging Naomi away as she kicked and screamed, refusing to leave you behind.
Turning back towards the Vanguard you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to drown out the painful sound of your friend’s sobs as you swam forward to the two pirates awaiting to take you captive. Once they had a firm hold on your wrists you looked up to Dabi with narrowed eyes.
“There you have me, now release your weapons.”
The following sound of Dabi’s dark chuckle made your skin crawl, a sudden sick feeling swarming around in gut as you predicted the very next sickening words he was about to speak.
“Oh princess, how naive must you be...”
And with that, the sounds of guns firing filled the air followed by your loud screams as you looked back to your friends.
With your head back Bakugou finally got a good glance at you, and to say he was stunned was an understatement. Your look was far from conventional, blue marks adorning your (s/c) skin that seemed to glow whenever you used this power of yours. Behind your long (h/c) locks were small pointed ears that somehow made your alien like look appear rather radiant. Even with the angered looked on your face you still came off... angelic.
The sudden sound of your screams snapped the boy out of his trance, his eyes refocusing on the chaotic scene before him.
“Stop it you liar! Let me go-” You cried ripping yourself out of the pirate’s grasp  until the green skinned pirate smacked his metal pole against the back of your head, the sound of the metal cracking against your skull echoing across the water.
Suddenly your body went motionless, slumping into the water as the two lifted you up enough to drag you toward the ship.
“Jeez that was harsh, they’re even putting her in a damn sack!” Sero said as they watched the two pirates shove your lower half in a large sack.
"What should we do captain?” Kirishima whispered with wide eyes, the redhead clearly uncomfortable with the situation. Bakugou’s crew all getting on edge as they watched the Vanguard captian command his crew to go get your struggling body.
Bakugou’s eyes searched around the unfolding scene, is brain trying to decipher what was happening still before he shook his head. Something about you was important he just knew it, and that meant there was no way the Vanguard could take you away.
“Shitty hair and Dunce face you both distract the pirates on the ship so they stop firing at the people swimming over there, Racoon Eyes and Flat Face you come with me to take that staple fucker out!”
Nodding to their captains orders, the crew suddenly jumped out of their cloaked ship just in the nick of time, the five of them all trudged out to the large ship, effectively distracting the Vanguard as they took notice of the infamous Captain Zero crew.
“Where the hell did they come from?” A loud voice cried from the ship, a few looks of panic coming across the crew as the five of them charged into the water.
The captain let out an annoyed growl, his fists clenching as he pointed to the green skinned crew member that was already halfway to your squirming form.
“Get the princess so we can scram!”
Both pirates that were holding you quickly pulled you up to the deck with a lever, allowing Dabi to roll your limp body onto the ship.
Letting out a growl Bakugou jumped up onto the lever, holding on as it lifted back up before looking down to his two crew members, “Take out lizard man and creepy chick, I got staple face.”
With all the crew members now occupied, the ash blond focused on Dabi now, a smirk appearing across his features as he saw the dark haired boy jump in surprise as he leapt onto the deck.
“You don’t know what’s going on idiot!” Dabi shouted, unsheathing his sword while the ash blond unsheathed his own blade from his wet pants, “I don’t need to know what’s going on to know you fuckers shouldn’t have this girl!”
Gritting his teeth, Dabi suddenly lunched at the ash blond captain, his blade appearing to slice against Bakugou’s shirt before he back up, his blade swiping past Dabi’s face.
“You missed you heathen of a captain!” Dabi sneered, his blue eyes narrowing only for Bakugou to smirk, a chuckle escaping his lips.
“Actually, I don’t think I missed assface.”
The sound of a wooden blank snapping from above made both men look up, watching as the rope holding the plank up snapped causing the plank to fall down towards the two.
“You little shi-”
Dabi’s words were unable to finish as the plank crashed down into the floorboards of the deck, creating a rather large hole meanwhile the force knocking your unconscious body over the side of the ship.
“Damn it, where the hell is my good for nothing crew?!” Dabi shouted, looking over to your body now floating in the water until he noticed his own crew climbing up the side of the ship.
“Captain we’re outnumbered, we gotta scram!” A blond haired girl squeeled, her face flustered as she hopped over the side of the ship.
“And that’s my cue to get the hell out of here, nice try Captain.” Bakugou sneered, making sure to say ‘captain’ as tauntingly as possible, causing the Captain of the Vanguard to growl.
Seeing as their was no possible way to get to the girl without going through Captain Zero’s crew, the Vanguard Captain seemed to pull a white flag. Calling back his shaken up crew members, they set sail for the opposite direction before pointing back to his form.
“We will meet again princess, and I will get that power of yours!”
Raising a brow, Bakugou watched as they sailed off. A small part of him proud they effectively scared off the large crew, while another part of him remained curious as to why they called your princess or what ‘power’ they kept talking about.
The sound of Kirishima calling out his name suddenly snapped the ash blond back into reality, his head whipping over to see your sack covered form now resting against the shore. Your body must have flowed back from the waves, sending you crashing against shore.
“Cap’n, you may wanna see this…” Kirishima called in a wary tone, the ash blond growing anxious by the way he said it.
Trudging back from the crashing waves, the ash blond took a glimpse of your limp form, his eyes narrowing when he saw a slight glimmer from the area where your hips should be. Something wasn’t adding up.. if those weren’t legs then…
“Dude.. what if she’s some sort of alien or something…” Kaminari muttered, earning four glares from his crew members as he threw his arms up in defense, “What?! Look at her legs they’re all shiny!”
Letting out a growl, the ash blond kneeled next to the girl as waves crashed up against her skin, ignoring his bickering crew as he peeled the sack back and out from over your body only to drop the sack and let out a yelp of surprise.
Suddenly your (f/c) glowing marks from before were all beginning to make sense, the marks matching your (f/c) tail where your legs should be. You had the face of an angel just as he had seen from before, your heart shaped locks perfectly fitting the shape of your (s/c) face as they tangled with the sand beneath them. Adorning your skin were faded (f/c) marks, appearing to be mere birthmarks when they weren’t glowing. 
It was all seeming to make sense that you were all wearing ‘bikinis’ as Kaminari explained, your bathing suit like top matching the beautiful tail that began just before your hip bones. Your (f/c) tail looked just as it did in the fairtyales his mother would read to him, only at the end it flowed out beautifully like nothing he had ever seen. He just.. he couldn’t believe it.
Before him laid a real live mermaid.
“My gods… I never knew mermaids were actually real.” Mina whispered, her along with the rest of the crew members staring at you in awe.
Kaminari looked your form up and down with a goofy grin on his expression, the four of them already knowing something dumb were to come out of his mouth, “This is even better than a girl in a bikini…”
As Kirishima slapped the bright haired boy once more, Bakugou ignored their sudden bickering, instead letting his calloused finger tips lightly graze the bright scales of your tale before moving his palm up to your face to trace the marks along your cheeks.
For some reason he was.. captivated by you. Not even by your stunning looks, but just by the way your chest moved up and down while you rested ever so peacefully. He felt as if the universe was screaming at him to come closer to you, as if you were more important than he could ever believe.
Once his fingers brushed some of your (h/c) locks away from your eyes, they all jumped back when your (e/c) orbs suddenly fluttered open, revealing (e/c) eyes for them to gaze at.
Bakugou’s breath was taken away when your bright orbs landed on his own crimson ones, as if trying to read and understand every aspect of him.
While Bakugou remained still along with his crew members, a small gasp escaped his lips when your hand reached up to cup his cheek, your thumb rubbing against the side of his ear while you narrowed your eyes.
A small part of the ash blond was telling him to back away from you, something not feeling right about this, but a bigger part of him was telling him to hold you close and never let you go.
“Your... Your ears.” You muttered, rubbing against the soft skin of his ear while the ash blond looked down to you, raising a brow at your strange comment.
“Yeah..?”
Narrowing your (e/c) eyes you suddenly lifted your nose in disgust, and backed your head away from his own, “They’re hideous.. what’s wrong with them?”
Bakugou’s calm expression suddenly turned into one filled with rage, his crimson eyes narrowed down to yours while his crew members bursted into laughter at your comment.
“The hell, nothing is wrong with them! They looking fucking fine-fuCK!”
Bakugou was getting ready to continue with his angered tangent until a wave of sand was flown in his face causing him to jump back and scream in pain.
“What the fuck?!” Bakugou shouted, rubbing wildly at his eyes until his vision slowly came back only to see you dragging yourself back into the water.
“Cap’n she flicked sand in your eyes!” Kaminari said as they stared to their captain with wide eyes while you made your big escape.
Rubbing at his bright red orbs a few more times, Bakugou let out an annoyed growl before pointing to your form, “Well don’t let the fish get away you good for nothing idiots!”
As if Bakugou just explained the meaning to life, they all let out ‘oooooh’ sounds before making a mad dash after you.
And to think you were so close, so close to escaping alive. That is until a pair of arms grabbed at your tail and dragged you back into the dry sand. Whipping your head back you narrowed your eyes to see the humans tugging at your tail.
Inhaling deeply you began to swing your tail up and down quickly, smirking when it smacked the bright haired boy in the face causing him to stumble back.
“Don’t grab the fin grab the tail part!” Mina suggested, Kirishima and Sero gripping at the round part of your tail causing you to huff in annoyance as they made your escape more difficult.
Whoever these humans were, they didn’t seem very bright. For people that were trying to kidnap you and take your family heirloom of a power, they were doing quite a terrible job. Deciding to take advantage of this, you lifted your arms up, two small streams of water rising in front of you. Ready to whip them back behind you, you swung your arms back until a pair of strong arms grabbed both of your wrists and yanked them behind your back causing you to yelp in pain.
“Oh how the tables have turned you little shit.” Bakugou hissed with a smug grin, as he yanked back at your arms before flipping you over onto your back, “Drag her up against the damn tree so she can’t get away.”
Doing as told, the four crew members dragged your body against the dry sand until your back bumped up against the uneven bark of the palm tree, leaving you stranded on the dry land with these so called pirates.
Realizing there was no way you could out drag these humans to the water you let out a sigh, keeping your arms up defensively while narrowing your eyes to the pirates.
“Who are you all?” You hissed, looking up to their wide eyes, “I understand why Dabi and his filthy crew wants me, could he have spread the news of my power to other crews?”
All five crew members before you stared at you with confused expressions, looking to each other before looking down to you.
“The fuck are you babbling on about fish?”
“I’m not a fish, I’m a mermaid you idiot.” You hissed, narrowing your eyes now to the crimson eyed boy who was now glaring down to you.
“Oh I’m the fucking idiot? You didn’t seem to think so when you were looking at me with those lovey dovey eyes!”’
Rolling your eyes you deadpanned up to the boy with your eyes still narrowed, “I wasn’t looking at you lovey dovey, I was looking at your disgusting ears!”
This set the ash blond off, his fists cracking down to you before the red haired boy stepped in front of him, blocking him from making any regrettable decisions before bending down to you.
“Look miss uh.. whatever your name is.. we aren’t here to hurt you or take whatever this power thing is, we actually came here to stop those bad guys.” The red haired boy said with a kind smile while he nodded to the pink skinned girl to release your hands, making your racing heart seem to calm down while you looked his form up and down to detect any sort of lying from him, “So maybe you could help us out by telling us who you are, and what just happened?”
Looking the five pirates up and down you folded your arms, the tip of your tail flopping up and down in annoyance as you bit your lip, “And how am I to trust you, you wear the same clothes as the Vanguard, you could be working together.”
Getting annoyed with the situation the ash blond finally kneeled down to you, shoving aside his red haired friend that tried to hold him back.
“Look fish girl, if I wanted you dead you would be long gone by now,” Bakugou threatened, his crimson eyes narrowing to your own challenging ones, “And if there’s one thing you need to know, it’s that you never compare me or my crew to those shitty Vanguard Pirates. Those assholes have no honor, we may be pirates but we always fight for what’s right, got that? Or did your pointy ass ears not comprehend that.”
Your lower lip formed into a slight pout when he mocked your own ears before you inhaled deeply. Perhaps you were naive for trusting the five humans, but then again you didn’t have much to lose. If they truly hated the Vanguard as much as they claimed... perhaps they could be of assistance to you.
Letting out a sigh you looked down to your tail, rubbing at your sore wrists before looking up to them with calm eyes, this was going to be a long story after all.
“My name is (L/n) (F/n), and I’m Princess of the East Sea-”
“A princess?! Woah that’s so cool, I’ve never met a hot mermaid princess before!” Kaminari said with wide eyes before he was met with another smack to the forehead causing him to whine once more.
“Let her continue you idiot.” Sero hissed before all eyes were back on you.
“Yes, I suppose a mermaid princess is a bit rare, but this is not why the Vanguard is obsessed with me,” You explained, looking down to the marks on your arms, “When I was born, my mother was taken away from me by an evil spirit, one that was to bring curses to my land. They wanted to take my father, but my mother sacrificed herself. Somehow in this process, I still was born without any flaw, the god’s granting me gifts so my mother’s death would not be in vain. But along with these gifts, is the responsibility to fight off such evils. It is told that one day the evil spirit is to come back, and when it does it will be up to me to stop it.
For years we had been left untouched, no evil dare stepping into our kingdom but as of a few months ago these Vanguard Pirates have been giving my people nothing but trouble. Dabi surely knows of my power, and I fear he works with these evil spirit. If he does, I need to bring him and his crew to an end before the entire world falls into chaos like it was a decade ago.”
The five pirates listened attentively to your words, making occasional face expressions or nods when you brought up an important or shocking point.
“Wow.. so that’s why you have all those cool marks!” Mina pointed out with a grin, causing you to look down to the lines wrapping around your arms and face, “Cause your friend’s didn’t have those marks.”
“Yes you are correct,” You said with a soft smile, “My father said these are my god given marks, proving that I am the chosen one.”
“That’s probably the coolest story I’ve ever heard in my life.” Kaminari said with wide eyes, his face appearing to still be processing your story.
“The real question is.. how can we help?” The red haired boy spoke, his eyes sincere as he looked to you, the rest of the crew holding the same face except for the ash blond who kept his scowl, though less harsh now.
Looking down to your hands you pondered the question, biting you lip as you thought about it.
You still didn’t know if you could trust these guys, what if they were lying about who they were? The ash blond boy did seem very passionate about his hatred for the Vanguard, but then again his brash tone could be very deceiving. Ultimately you couldn’t help but think, if the same evils that took your own mother away from you were slowly coming back to your world, you had to do whatever it takes to stop it.
Even if that meant trusting five pirates.
Letting out a sigh you looked up to the five, your (e/c) eyes seeming genuine for once as you pointed out to the sea.
“How would you like to visit Atlantia?”
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jumpthensfall · 2 years ago
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i just wrote the caption for the 5.13 post and i got a bit carried away with the sappiness so be prepared for that
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XIII. Death - what kind of transformation(s) has your character gone through? If multiple, which is the most significant?
“-There is somethin’ wrong with that boy, Stella.”“-He’s only a bit different,” quietly dismissed my mother, “But he’s my son.”“-That thing ain’t your son! If you ever had one, it has been spirited away in another realm and you got this instead. Can’t you see? You had him outside of wedlock, you’ve been punished by the Twelve. This is what I told you all these years but now… It’s gettin’ worse and worse every sun. He changin’ to somethin’ else.”“-Nothin’ is gettin’ worse and worse! We had this conversa-…”“-YOUR SON HAS HORNS, STELLA! I swear ‘fore the Elementals and the Matron Herself, that ain’t natural. Saw him couples suns ago when he went swimmin’ in the lake, mmh-mmh. There’s somethin’ pokin’ out his butt. Won’t be surprised if there’s a tail growin’ in there. And I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout his manly thing! A real tail! Like those…” (Auntie Maethild almost had a gag.) “Those godsforsaken Keepers! Disgustin’!”
I felt my heart skipped a beat. Auntie knew? Since when? I tried so hard to hide it as much as I could… Slowly, my hands reached out for those little knobs, those bumps of flesh I had hidden by my hair. They hurt. It felt something wanted to burst out of them…
I noticed too.They were getting bigger every day.
Auntie and my mom were still arguing. The tone was escalating and now, they were both screaming at each other. That too, it was getting worse. They were always fighting lately;I remembered a time it wasn’t so.
Silently, I crept under the window, moving away from our house. Trotting in the dirt road, I saw something getting closer. Oh. It was only Alphonse, my cousin. He was getting back from his apprenticeship. He wanted to join the botanist’s guild in Gridania when he was older and now he was studying under Gustaveoix, that elderly elezen that knew everything about trees.
By the way Alfie’s was walking my way, I noticed something was off. Head sinking into his shoulder, a bad glade in his eyes… When he saw me, he raised his chin with defiance. I remarked a bruise on his left cheek and his lower lip was bleeding.
“-Hey! Louis!”
He closed the distance between us. Alphonse was fourteen, was one summer older than me, he has already a head taller than me. He was getting wider, bigger and there was some fine, blonde hair growing on his jaw.
“-You did this.” (He pointed to his injuries on his face.) “And now I’ll make you pay.”
“-I did nothin’. I didn’t saw you all sun long!”
“-Balric’s gang did this to me because of you. They said you were weird and makin’ the Elementals cry. So it’s your fault they beat me up, jackass.”
“-I-…”
Without much warning, he thre his bag full of tools, herbs and whatnot on the side, Alfie jumped on me.
“-If only you were never born!”
First punch on my nose, second at my temple. Bigger, stronger, faster than me.  I tried to hit him back but could only defend myself.
“-If only you were never, ever, ever, EVER born!!!”
Somewhere. Somewhere deep inside of me.
Something has awoken. There was a rumble in my soul. It was just like when I opened my eyes after I had slept. A moment of confusion but of clarity had the same time.Enough.Enough.Enough.Enough 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With a vivacity I never knew I had, my hands went straight for my cousin’s throat. Fingers all spread out in his chocolate skin, I could feel his
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̶̢̨̨̧̡̡̧̡̨̨̧̨͉̼̲̙̤̮͕͉̺̺͇͚̼̱̰͈̬͎̺̣̲̜̞̠̥͔͖͇̥̗̰̜̺̠̞̠̻̠̲̥̗̯̰̱̭̖̬̱̰̜̜̪̭͎̫̟͓̙͖͚̠̜̠̟̤͎̣̤͖̼̯̼̜̗̱͔̱̞̳̩͕̼͚̺͈̥̗̘̰̹̗͕̬̪̭̝͉̣͎̲̞͚͈̯̲͌͂͊͌̍̒͆͐͋̏̓̈́̓̃̈͋̈́͌͌́͊̓͂̑̏͋̏̋̈́̌̎̀̀̀̄͊̀̈̓̂̀̀̉̉̆̌̄̈͆̾̆͂̌̑̓͗̄̈̽̆͑̇͂̈́̄͒̏́͂͑̏͘͘̕̕͘͘̚̚̕̕͜͝͝͠ͅͅͅ                                        Ȧ̸̧̢̢̨̡̧̧̨̡̧̨̧̨̢̢̨̡̢̢̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̩̺̱͉̖̹̠̞͕͖̳̙̗͙̦̩͕̥͎͈̙̘̩̲̤͚̯̺̝̻̮̰̥̺̯̰͔̯̼̭͕̜̝̼͙̪̫̼̥͍̻̻̫͓̖̦̟͈̝̰̩̫͚̞̮̹̘̜̥̩̺̫̗͖͔͇̗̫̥̻̯̝̥̠̗̯͙̲͕̲̘͉̜̗͕̗͎̥̘̜̥̝̻̞͙̬̙̠̱̠̭̞͚̭̺̯̪̳̪͖̘͚̜̩̪̦̪̫̥̥̳̯̙̠̹̟̣̠̰͔̠̖͙̗̗̣͚̝̙̬̪͎͎̖͈́͗̑́̈́̿̓͑̆̀͆̈͒͒̃̃͐̋̾̒͛̉͊̍̂͒̽͋͑͆̂̈͂̓̏͂̅̃̽͋͋́̍̀̊̉̽́̃̊̾̈́̈́́̎͊̽͐̃͆́̊̑̒͂́̅͊͑͑̅̈́̉̍̀̌̎̍͑̓̽̏͐͒̔͐̓̓̅́̏͒͆̒͊̄̊͑̅͂̃̀͑̓̇̂̋̈́͑̊̉̍͋̽̽́́̀́̇̃̀̊̈̎̆̑͋́̌͒̀̈̌̔̏͛́̉̾̈̾͌͊̾̓͐̏͑͋̄̐͒̈̎̋͛͌̄̈́́̎͋͌́͑̋͒́̈́̿̄̿̌͆̈͗̀͑́̐͋͑̈͛͗̊́̓̓͒̓͑̃̋̒̀̂̔̌̊̋͘̕͘̚̕͘̚̚͘̚̕̕͘̕̚͜͜͜͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͠͠͝͠͝͠͝͝͝͠͠ͅͅͅͅę̸̡̧̧̨̡̧̛̛̛̛̛͔̯̼̪̬̪̹͚̼̘̰̱̥͕̦̘͈̬͇̠̟̙̮̤̪̰͙̮͈̯̣̦̦͖͖̫͕̼͔͓͚͙̺̤̮̖̩̭̞̭͓͖̠̦͍̰̬͇͓̲̲̏̏̈́̔̎͆̊̍̉̓̄͌̍̈́̔͌͋̽́̾̔̂̂̂̒̽͋̓́̅͑͐̅̋̆̌͆͑̿̇̅͆̾̃͛͑̀̏̃̋́̃̓̓͒̒́͋͊̿͂̀͆̓͛̽͐̓̒͐͋́̎̔̈͒͒̇̽̈́̋̔͗͑̑͐̿̆̐͌̓͐͂̉͂̂̓̋̃͛͌͆̄̇̇̓̏̉̊͋͋̾̐̽̀͑͋́̊̀̈̓̍̈́̓̋͛̅́́͆̊̂͛͂̃̈́̓̀̈̋̐̈́̾̆̔̈́̌͆̂͂̍̏͂̀̌́̒̍̒̇̓̆̎̊̄̀̌̊̐̒͊̌̔̎̎͑̋̔̅̓́̃͐͊̔͐̂͘͘͘͘͘͘̚͘̕̚̚̕̚̕̚̚͜͜͜͝͝͝͠͝͠͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͠ͅt̷̨̯̼͎̟̺̎̎͂̍̑͂̆́͜h̷̡̢̨̢̨̨̢̛̛̛̛̘͓̙͇̙͉̪̬̹̤͇͕͚̬̼̪̞͔̝̦̱̩̘͚̹͇͖͎͈̥̘͓̹͕̞͈͓̭͉̦̫̮̮͇̲̻̩͔͔̜̖̗͔͕̳͕̹͎̣͇̲̥̜͖̘̙̣̗̙̫͓̳͓̀̀͛̓̉̀̑̿̽̌̓̃̃̓̑̑̔̀̋͂͋͛͋̿̽͋̀̎̒͊̌̉́̈́̌̇̔͐͂̇́͐̃͊̃̉̏͆̂̂́̇̋͗̈͑͆̐͐̓͆́̀̿͒̈͊̊̋̐̏̇̎̇̎́͒̔͐̃̋̑̾̈͆̄̏̓͑̉̎́̒̔̄̈̋̑̓̔̆̈́̇́̅͛͛̒͆͐̈́̓͗̉̍͑͂̿͐͋̒̈̾͛̓̀̓̃̏̿̎̃͑̌̆̑͂̈́̾͐̿̋̚̚̚̚̕͘̚͘̚̚̚͜͜͜͝͠͝͠͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅe̸̡̢̧̡̢̡̧̧̨̡̨̢̨̢̨̧̧̢̧̛̛̛̛̩͚̪̞̻͈͙̲̫̥̣̘̯͔̞̘̘͚͚̬̟̙̜̭̫̪̬̘̰͈̻̱̭̱̤̜̭͇̹̪̪̪̻̮̠̳͚͙̖̭̫̝̳̣̖̥͈͎̞͖̟̦̥͉͙̲͕͕͖̱̭̻͇̲̯̮̰̫͕̠̻̖̼̝͖̣̜͍͙͍̮̟̹͙̞͔͍̙̪͈̲̪̜͈̭͚̥͔̝͙̰̲͖̪̲̮̲̮̝̤͔̭͚̜̪̹͈̦͓̰͕͕͍̜͖͕̦͎̹͙͕̞̗͖̼̳͇͖̹͓̟̰͖͙̬̦̺̯̰͕̼̳͕̹͕̻̘͉̺̗̥̜̬̹͊̈́̓̍́̍̐͑̍̐̊́̎̍͛̐̃́̀̐̀̃͋̋̒̍̏̇̔̍͗̈́̉͗͒͋̌̔̾̂̃͗̔̇̽͂̽͌̄͂́͆̅̾̓̉̑͋̊́͗̊̑̌̊̄̉̿̈́̏̓̔̌̔̀̕͜͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͠͝͠͠ͅͅͅͅr̷̨̢̢̨̡̧̨̧̨̡̢̨̢̡̧̨̡̡̛̛̛͖͇̮̪̗͉̗̝̣̰̱͙͚̝̻͓̥̦̜͓̺̗̻̝̤̺̠͓̰̻̟̘͇̹̮̖̜̪̣̲͎̺͙̹̯͖̭̠̪̲͉̟͈̟̝̙̩̥̟̳͍͇͚͚̳̤̹͕̻̗̝̭̞̖̮͍̘͔̲̼͈̜̹̳̦͔͚͍̺͇̻̝̦͍͍̮̬͚̮̩͉̻̟̟̤͇͎̳͚͈̜̝͔̗̭̭̤̬̣͙̗̟̜̹̭̟̺̼̮̲͈̜͉͔̼̖̦̦̖̜̱̦̥̮̪͔̪̟̮̰̯̬̝͓͕̬̟̦̬̞͍͉͖̤̺͎̝̦̻̯̠̼͓̝͉͙̞̮̦̪̬̻̈́̆͐̆̃̐̈́͛̓̊̓͆́̎̇̃̈̏̃̈̅̂̽̋̃͋̔͂̽͌̏̋̎͋̈́̑̽̏̉̀̀̔̃͐̑̈̐̓̈́͊̈́͐͌͑͐̆̂͐̂̑̽̌̅̀̌̌̅̍͒̔̏͂̂̃̄͋̈͌͂̓̍̀̑̀̇̈́̽́͑̓͋́́́̆̽͊̈̌̋́͌̓͒̚̚̕̚̚̚͜͜͜͜͜͝͠͝͝͠͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅ
Under my skin.
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Silence in the forest. These ancient, archaic, evil syllables that haven’t been pronunced by Spoken lips for so long. Birds stopped chirping. Wind stopped blowing. The air stood still and the Elementals shuddered.
It was with a newfound strength I started to strangle Alfonse. His flesh squishing under my grip, his pulse beating faster, faster, faster! His eyes darting in all directions, mad like a fly that kept flying in a window. Trying to break my grasp open he clawed my hands, wriggling with the desperate of a man dying.
I could feel the corner of my lips turning upward.Fun. Fun! Fun!
FUN.
“-S-S-Stop… Stop, Lois, please, s-stop… I can’t… Breathe…”
Slight discoloration on his usually dark lips.
“-L-Louis…You’re… killin’…me…”
HIs clawing, slowed down. His pulse went dimmer and dimmer.Oh.Oh gods.Oh gods, oh godsohgodsohgodsohgodsohgodsohgodsohgodsohgods what in the Seven Hells was I doing?!?
I immediately released Alfonse. Not too early, I think he was about to pass out… He rolled on the side, choking, gasping, coughing. There was a few minutes of that and I could see the colors coming back to his face.
“-A-Alfie, I… I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”
His only answer was to stood up. When he did, there was something new in his eyes.Terror.
“-MA!” (He didn’t even picked up his botanist’s gear. He ran straight up for the house.) “MA, LOUIS WENT BLOODY MENTAL! MA! MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”
Something hurt in my head. I grimaced, touching my hair.
The little bumps -my “horns” as auntie were calling them- were pulsating. Somethinc warm and sticking were coming out of it.
I withdrew my hand and look at it.
Blood.
Thanks for the ask @fracturedfantasia ! Bit of backstory when Lou was still living with his mom and aunt!
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angelsfalling16 · 3 years ago
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I’m rereading a fic I wrote a long time ago (but never posted because I’m still editing it) and ??? I’m dying?? It’s so cute, and I forgot that I wrote these sweet moments and idk I think I actually like this one quite a bit
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Yeah Tobes, that is a good point, but- could I just??... build on it a bit??? 
Do trolls in general even sleep??
Well, that’s very easily answered and I will take help for our dear old friend, Blinky.
Blinky, take it away!
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No.
No, they most likely do not sleep...
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english-history-trip · 4 months ago
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"800 years ago at All Saints Church in Hereford, England, a skillful carpenter carved this gentleman high up in the dark roof where nobody could see him. Five years ago they built an extra floor with bright lights for a restaurant."
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hoshi-no-mahoroa · 6 months ago
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Chapter 2: Kirby’s Great Idea!
"Hi, Whispy Woods!" Kirby called out cheerfully, but Whispy Woods turned a sullen face. He didn't seem to be in a good mood, but Kirby didn't mind one bit.
"I'm here to collect fruit," he said. "Chef Kawasaki is going to make desserts for us!"
"I made a pie out of the fruit I got the other day," Chef Kawasaki explained. "It turned out great, even for my usual standards! Kirby thinks it's really good, too."
"Yes! Whispy Woods' fruit is absolutely the best!"
As he listened to their words, Whispy Woods' grumpy face finally broke into a smile.
"My fruit pie… Did you like it that much?
"Uhhh-hmmm! It's the best, the best, the best, the best, the best in the universe!"
"...Hahaha! You're exaggerating, Kirby."
Whispy Woods bursted out in laughter, lightly shaking off some fruit.
"Here you go! Take as many as you can."
"Thank you, Whispy Woods," said Chef Kawasaki as he gathered up the fresh fruit.
"They're glossy and smell delicious. I'm sure you'll get many more ideas than just pes. I bet you could make delicious juice with them."
"Wow, I can't wait! Hurry up and make it happen, Chef Kawasaki."
Kirby and Chef Kawasaki gathered up the fruit and threw them into a basket. It was soon filled to the brim.
"We can make a lot of delicious desserts with all of this. Thank you very much, Whispy Woods."
"No problem. Tomorrow I'll have lots of new fruit, so come back then for more."
"Thanks for the help, Kirby," said Chef Kawasaki. "I'll go back to the restaurant and think of a new recipe for a dessert."
"Yaay! I am looking forward to it… I'll help you tomorrow, too!"
"Thanks. Goodbye."
Chef Kawasaki returned to the restaurant, carrying a basket full of fruit.
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Whispy Woods' pies quickly became a hit. The residents of Dream Land came flocking to Chef Kawasaki's restaurant. He didn't have time to leave the restaurant anymore, so Kirby took over the task of collecting Whispy Woods' fruit.
He was walking briskly with a large basket on his head when Bandana Waddle Dee came walking from the other side of the path.
"Hi, Kirby. Where are you going?"
"To Whispy Woods. I'm gonna collect fruit for Chef Kawasaki."
"Oh, is he gonna use it to make his new pies? I heard they're really good."
"They're the best! Have you tried them yet, Waddle Dee?"
"I want to try some, but it-" Bandana Dee looked troubled. "It seems that Dedede got into a fight with Whispy Woods."
"Wha-?"
"Then he said: 'Whispy Woods' fruit is outrageous! I'm never gonna eat it again!' That's why we can't eat them either."
"I see…"
Dedede and Whispy Woods are both stubborn. They surely got into a fight for no good reason.
"It’d be a shame to miss out on such a delicious pie just because of a silly fight. Why don't those two make up soon?"
"You're right."
"I've got to go. See you later, Waddle Dee." 
"Kirby, can I help you?" said Bandana Dee to Kirby, who was about to walk away.
"Huh?"
"You can't do it alone. That big basket must be really heavy when full of fruit."
"Thanks, Waddle Dee."
Kirby was relieved. "The pies are so popular that no matter how much fruit I bring in, it almost immediately runs out. And I'm exhausted."
"With the both of us, we'll be fine. I'm good at carrying heavy things."
The two went to Whispy Woods in good spirits. When Whispy Woods saw Bandana Dee, he suddenly became grumpy.
“What do you want, Waddle Dee? Did Dedede order you to steal my fruit?”
"Whispy Woods!” said Kirby in horror. “No! Waddle Dee is just helping me out.”
“But he works for Dedede, doesn't he?”
“I don't care about that."
“Of course you don’t care! I don't like Dedede and I refuse to give my fruit to anyone who works for him!”
"We're just helping Chef Kawasaki. We're going to take the fruit to his restaurant.”
“But what if Waddle Dee sneaks them to Dedede?”
“He would never do that.”
“No, I don't believe that. Kirby can stay here, but not Waddle Dee. Go, go home!”
"Oh, no...!” Kirby shouted.
 He didn’t care that Whispy Woods and Dedede were fighting, but he couldn't let them take it out on Waddle Dee.
“If you're going to bully Waddle Dee, you’ll have to face off against me!”
Seeing Kirby's serious expression, Whispy Woods freaked out.
Normally, Kirby is carefree, cheerful, and friendly with everyone, but when he's angry, he's the most fearsome person in all of Dream land... No, the most fearsome in the galaxy.
Whispy Woods rushed to apologize.
“I… I’m sorry! I didn't mean it like that. Waddle Dee is a good guy. He's nothing like King Dedede.”
“Can we collect fruit together, then?”
“Yes, of course. Take them to Chef Kawasaki.”
“Thank you.”
Kirby and Bandana Waddle Dee gathered up the fruit, piled it into the basket, and took it to the restaurant.
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They kept running out of fruit, no matter how many times they refilled the stock. After three or four trips back and forth, both Kirby and Bandana Dee were exhausted.
"I'm tired!"
"Let's take a break…"
They sat down in the open space in front of the restaurant and sighed.
"It's a hard job."
"We'll have to carry it tomorrow and the day after that…"
There was still a long line in front of the restaurant. The people in there all had twinkles in their eyes.
"Everyone is excited to try the new pies," said Bandana Dee.
"They are. But it means we will have a lot of work to do tomorrow..."
"I wish Whispy Woods was a little closer."
Bandana Waddle Dee looked up at the sky.
"It would make it less exhaustive to carry fruit to the restaurant. It's just too much walking at the moment."
"Yeah…"
Kirby nodded, but what Bandana Dee had just said stuck with him.
“Hmmm...? I think...? Uhhh... Oh...Ooh, I got it!" Kirby shouted and jumped up. Bandana Dee looked at Kirby in astonishment.
"What's the matter, Kirby?"
"Waddle Dee! I've got an idea!"
"An idea?"
"I have to tell Kawasaki! Come with me."
Kirby pulled Bandana Dee's hand and jumped into the restaurant.
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"What? You're going to move the restaurant?"
Chef Kawasaki, who was working in the kitchen, was taken aback when he heard Kirby's story.
"What are you talking about, Kirby?"
"We're going to move this restaurant to somewhere near Whispy Woods! Then we don't have to walk so far to collect the fruit!" Kirby said excitedly, but the chef shook his head with a wry smile.
"That's true. But it won’t be so easy to move this place."
"Why not?"
"Because it’s something precious that I’ve worked very hard on to create. The way the tables are arranged, the position of the windows, the easy to use kitchen... a lot of thought went into that. You can't just move it all to another place."
"Oh… I guess..."
Kirby thought it was a good idea, but it seemed it wouldn't work out so easily in practice. He was disappointed.
"But it's not a bad idea."
"...What?"
"Carrying Whispy Woods' fruit to the restaurant sure is a tiresome task. But we can't move it… That means..."
He crossed his arms, looked up at the ceiling, and continued mumbling.
"Why don't we open another restaurant?... We can set up tables and chairs around Whispy Woods… A café under the blue sky... Yes, that's a great idea! It'll let us use the delicious fruit on the spot to make desserts!"
Chef Kawasaki happily took Kirby's hand.
"Good idea, Kirby!"
"...What?"
"We're going to open a new place, one where you can eat desserts made with freshly picked food, in the cool shade of Whispy Woods. It's going to be a big hit!"
"A new café...? Yay!"
Kirby happily splashed around.
"Woah! That's such a good idea!"
"It's all thanks to you, Kirby."
"I'll take care of the new place, and turn it into a great café!" said Kirby with a floaty dance.
But this worried Chef Kawasaki. It's not that he didn't trust Kirby's taste. Not at all…  It's that…
(Kirby is a horrible cook, a terrible singer, and has zero artistic talent. Is it safe to leave it all to him?)
Chef Kawasaki was about to scratch his head when Bandana Waddle Dee raised his voice.
"I'll help, too. Kirby, let's make a nice café together."
Hearing this, Chef Kawasaki's face lit up.
With the serious, handy, and reliable Bandana Dee at his side, Kirby could never go overboard, no matter how hard he tried.
"Thank you, Waddle Dee! Now, I'm going to ask you two to do something for me. I've got a lot of work here, so I won’t be able to help much…"
Kirby clasped his hands tightly and shouted loudly. "No problem! Me and Waddle Dee are gonna work together to make the best café we can!"
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cursed-content-consumer · 10 months ago
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i genuinely hate when people will make a long post and then put a tl;dr at the bottom that just says “go back and read the fucking post it’s not that long” LIKE,,,,,, TL;DRs ARE ACCESSIBILITY RESOURCES YOU ASSHOLES???? LITERALLY IN THE SAME VEIN AS IMAGE DESCRIPTIONS??????? you HONESTLY do not have to be such a fucking dick about it that you would take an accessibility resource and then twist it just so you can be passive aggressive, honey your neurotypical is showing
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bourgwesioie · a month ago
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What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three and two and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are—underneath the year that makes you eleven.
Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.
Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eleven years old is.
I’m eleven today. I’m eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, and one, but I wish I was one hundred and two. I wish I was anything but eleven, because I want today to be far away already, far away like a runaway balloon, like a tiny o in the sky, so tiny-tiny you have to close your eyes to see.
sandra cisneros; eleven
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