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mintugiyuu · 3 years

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oh! its okay, i'll try to word it as close as possible to the first time.

may i please have the main group with a trans male reader who is stealth and kind of scared of how they'll react coming out to them?

(gosh i hope thats close enough, my memory is not the best,,)

thank you so much!!

thank you so so much for resending this!! I’m so sorry it got deleted the first time around, it was early in the morning and I wasn’t using my noggin when I was trying to draft it ;3;

for the kamaboko squad, I left it so it could be interpreted as romantic or platonic! for nezuko I did it more platonically, I hope that was ok! thank you for requesting and I hope these are enjoyable to read! I hope you’re well <3

꒰🌤꒱ — as it’s always been.

sfw scenarios + head-canons

➥ characters || kamado tanjirou, kamado nezuko, hashibira inosuke, agatsuma zenitsu

➥ warnings || none

➥ synopsis || the reader hesitantly comes out as trans to the kamaboko squad, nervous to what they’ll think and say; here is how they would react.

➥ kamado tanjirou:

- Tanjirou has a great sense of smell, so there’s no hiding your anxiety/nervousness about coming out. He’s most certainly going to ask you what’s wrong, nothing but concerned for your state of being.

- As you’re explaining and officially coming out to him, he’s very attentive; nodding and making sure you knew he was listening.

- He knows this must be very hard and nerve-wracking for you, so he lets you finish speaking before responding himself.

- Tanjirou, being the sweetheart he is, immediately reassures you that he thinks no different of you and still loves you through and through!

- If he’s honest, he’s a bit surprised. The boy definitely wasn’t expecting this, but regardless he’s very glad that you’re happy with who you are and honored that you trust him enough with this information.

- Expect lots of words of support and small actions of comfort/affection. Tanjirou immediately pulls you into a hug, rubbing your back as he tells you how proud he is of you, and how the information you told him will stay between you two (unless/until you tell the others; he knows it’s not in his place). He’d hold both your hands to his chest as he promises you that nothing has changed between the two of you, giving you his infamous gentle smile.

- Like he promised, nothing changes between you two. Everything is as it was before, and unless you want to talk about the topic at hand, he won’t even bring it up. It just goes to show he doesn’t mind what so ever and supports you all the way!

➥ kamado nezuko

- When it comes to Nezuko as a demon, she doesn’t really have a true understanding of anything that’s going on around her; she goes with her emotions and the emotions she’s picking up around her. Of course, she can tell when there’s danger and understand basic conversations. But other than that, all she really can understand is protect, sleep, and head pats.

- So you wouldn’t outright come out to her, knowing she probably wouldn’t understand regardless. It happens by accident, kind of.

- She spends her days in a dark room of the butterfly mansion as the others are healing, either sleeping or doing her own thing. You’re probably pacing around the room, trying to plan out how to officially tell the other boys and properly come out to them.

- Nezuko notices your distress from where she was playing with a handkerchief you gave to her after one of your missions.

- “Hmmmph!”

- In other words, she’s grabbing your attention, looking lost to why you’re pacing. In a “hey! what are you doing?” kind of way.

- When you didn’t notice her attempts, she huffs, hopping off the bed and making her way to you. She’s in her small form currently, trying to regain her energy but wanting to be awake to be in your company.

- You’d feel her tug at your uniform, making several muffled questionable noises at your pacing. If you tried to brush her off, telling her “it’s nothing”, she’s calling you out on your bull and tugging you to the bed.

- Sit criss-cross and watch her crawl into your lap as a toddler would do to an older sibling (for she saw you as another big brother), grabbing your arms and making it so you were hugging her.

- This gives you no room but to explain yourself, so you did. As you come out to her and explain how you’re nervous to tell the others, she’d.. not be the most understanding.

- Understanding as in she doesn’t comprehend what you’re telling her. But she does her best to listen, feeling how important this is to you and how anxious you’re reacting.

- She cuts you off of a nervous ramble of all the bad outcomes with a head-pat to your head, closing her eyes with a small “hmhmph!” coming from under her muzzle.

- Expect a good ole Kamado hug, tiny edition. And she’s not letting you go, not even when it was time for dinner.

- She calms you, knowing in your heart that even if she’s not completely aware, she still loves you and hopefully the others will as well (they will of course).

- Before you have to go, she grips onto your sleeve and pulls the muzzle off her mouth, giving you a sharp toothed smile. Before you can tell her to put it back on, that you don’t want anyone to see her with it off, but she gets one word out with the biggest beaming smile.

- “Oniisan!” (“Big Brother!”)

- .... and pats her head. She wants head pats too. Nothing’s changed, you’re still the best head pat giver she knows.

➥ !! spoilers for chapter 204 !! bonus: after the final battle, if you were to come out to a now human Nezuko, she’d react much like Tanjirou; just a lot more bubbly with more bright smiles. Unlike Tanjirou, she’d be more.. “aggressively” supportive. Basically, she wouldn’t hesitate to throw hands at anyone who says something purposely ignorant. It’s terrifyingly sweet; no one messes with her big brother.

➥ hashibira inosuke

- Inosuke has very sensitive skin, so he’s getting goosebumps from the anxiety your giving off. It annoys and confuses him, not understanding what’s going on for you to be so nervous.

- “Oi! You’re making my skin prickly!! Stop that!!”

- It’s his way of asking what’s wrong, wanting to know how to stop it.

- Your anxiety hits an all time high as you let it out, officially coming out to him.

- ... But he doesn’t know what “trans” means, so he’s confused. He stands there, blinking under his pig mask.

- “... What? What the hell is that?” He may sound brash, but he just hates not understanding things. He wants to understand more than everyone else, after all, so don’t take it personally.

- After a long bit of explaining it clearly to him, you two are sitting on the ground, Inosuke with his hands in his lap as he stares at you.

- He’s surprisingly silent the whole way through, and not being able to see his true facial expression just makes you all the more nervous.

- If you were to nervously ask him to take his mask off, you were expecting a hard no. What you weren’t expecting was for him to hesitate for only a moment before taking it off, setting it down in to his lap.

- Inosuke’s eyebrows would be furrowed, his mouth turned down as he looked at you closely. Bracing yourself, he responded.

- “So?”

- That definitely isn’t what you would be expecting.

- Now he didn’t mean this in any negative connotation at all. He fully understands what it means now and what you told him - and to note he’s completely fine with it - he’s just confused to why it’s such a big deal. (If anything he respects you even more, finding you extremely strong.)

- Inosuke doesn’t care how you were born or what you choose to be; at the end of the day you’re his favorite sparring partner! Plus, he has to keep you around. He wants to understand the warm fuzzies he gets in his tummy when you do nice things for him.

- “Doesn’t matter what you are, I can still kick your ass!!” He says as he tackles you to the ground.

- All’s well ends well, and much like Tanjirou, it seems nothing would change between you two.

➥ agatsuma zenitsu

- The high-pitched anxiety sound emitting from you is giving Zenitsu a headache; he’ll make sure to complain about it loudly so you know.

- If you apologized for it while fidgeting, he’ll soften his whining tone and ask why you’re so nervous anyways? It’s day, so it’s not like you have demons to fear.

- You hesitate, stuttering around the topic before officially coming out, explaining that to him and why you’re so nervous.

- Zenitsu.. definitely was not expecting that. He’d go wide-eyed, clearly shocked at the information.

- “HUH??? YOU’RE WHAT???”

- If you were to flinch at his shouts, he’d pause and look to you; watching how you curled up on yourself, scared you looked for a bad reaction.

- Instead he immediately goes to reassure you.

- “IM SORRY!! I-I didn’t mean it like that!! PROMISE! I just wasn’t expecting that!! I wouldn’t ever have guessed!!- I MEAN-!!” He’s talking way to fast for you to even understand, so the more you looked lost the more Zenitsu feared he messed up the trust you must’ve had for him in order to tell him that.

- Eventually he’d break down, getting on his hands and knees while bowing his head to the floor, gripping your pant leg all while begging you to forgive him.

- You’re the one who originally needed comfort here, not him. Smh Zenitsu.

- In all seriousness, reassure him that he’s ok. He meant no harm by his reaction, he just tends to be over-dramatic with his reactions and emotions.

- Once he’s calm, he’d sniffle and be sitting next to you, shoulder to shoulder.

- Zenitsu gives it a few minutes before asking questions, making sure he’s understanding 100% and not getting anything wrong.

- The blonde-boy knows about how hard struggles in life can be; he’s struggled his whole life when it comes to finding a home and a place of belonging, being homeless for the first 3/4’s of the life he’s lived so far. He knows he can’t compare his struggles to the things you must’ve gone through, but he can clearly and easily sympathize.

- He reassures you that he thinks no different of you, if anything he admires the way you could be so brave about it.

- It’s a quiet moment between the two of you as Zenitsu continues his rambles (still scared he ruined whatever is between you two a moment ago), circling over the same couple topics; how he supports you, will support you through anything, that he sees you no differently and that nothing will change.

- Please place your hand over his mouth or he’ll keep going all day; his anxiety rambles are said to last hours.

- This has only made you two closer, the others finding you and Zenitsu sticking/hanging around each other more and more frequently. In the end, your happy you told him.

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elijahs-wife · 3 years

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🌙 hi y'all! april is pretty much over—i'm a bit late this month but here is a list of all the incredible fics i read over the last month. i can vouch for each one of them, they are all incredible!

🌙 reminder: some of these stories are 18+, so if you are a minor, please don't interact with them! respecting boundaries is important. please also remember to show your support to your favorite fic writers and REBLOG their work! likes are great but reblogs are what keep us going and motivate us to write more stories! one click of a button truly means the world to us.

🌙 catch up with last month's reading list!

☁ the vampire diaries/the originals

↠ breakfast in bed by @theeoriginals

[lucien castle x reader, one shot, fluff] this was the first fic i've ever read for lucien and it actually made me not hate his guts lmao, so cute but still keeping with the essence of his character!! 💖

↠ tranquil by @seraphictrash

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot, angst] literally made me cry, was not expecting this fic to be what it was, it's horribly sad but beautiful and just written so, so well.

↠ take me by the heart, take me by the hand by @iliveiloveiwrite

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot, fluff] ahh i really loved this one!! i love a good soulmate au and millie delivered hard 😌 she never misses y'all

↠ emptiness of the heart by @imgoingtofreakoutnow

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot, angst] made me want to unalive myself. so sad. please just read, i cannot talk about this fic again.

↠ a life without you by @xxwritemeastoryxx

[eventual elijah mikaelson x reader, series] i am so incredibly excited for this series especially bc i've never seen this specific au done before for elijah? and ahhh dom's series always slap hard so i just know it's going to be awesome (while you're at it pls check out her extensive masterlist she is so talented!!)

↠ starved by @nikmikaelsonswife

[klaus mikaelson x reader, one shot, smut] sweet lord this was so, so sexy 🥵 klaus in rut— GIVE IT TO ME!!!!

↠ turn me or leave me by @malfoys-demigod

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot, angst] this one was :( made me so upset lmao, hit me right in the heart :(

↠ stefan helps you with a panic attack by @auroracalisto

[stefan salvatore, drabble] i had to include this on here bc reading it was such a comfort to me and i just wanted to share that with anyone who might need it 💕

↠ like i'm gonna lose you by @hellotvshowtrash

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot, angst] literally obliterated my heart pls 😭 so beautifully written and tragic.

↠ favorite city, favorite day by @malfoys-demigod

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot, fluff] absolutely adorable,

↠ gestures by @tweedlydumbtweedlydoo

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot, fluff] elijah is such a cutie in this one—pls read if you enjoy the 'two idiots in love' trope 😌

↠ kick ass by @biisexualemma

[kol mikaelson x reader, one shot, fluff (?)] SO CUTE I YELLED!!! kol is such a sweetheart (when he's not being a pain) and this fic just made me fall in love with him a little bit??

☁ marvel cinematic universe

↠ persephone's symphony by @dizzydancingdreamer

[bucky barnes x reader, series] whenever a new chapter comes out it is the highlight of my day. i love this series more than i can express, it is actually so good and masterfully written and i will keep shouting about this until y'all give it the attention it deserves. READ.

↠ it's messy inside, let me take your coat by @divine-mistake

[bucky barnes x reader, one shot, smut] this one took me on a flipping roller coaster of emotions, but the ending had me melting 🥺

↠ between metal and flesh by @thatweirdoleigh

[bucky barnes x reader, one shot, whump (?)] this hurts my heart but in the best way 🥺 very painful but also soft and sweet 💞

↠ the four times bucky tries to tell you he loves you and the one time he does by @hellotvshowtrash

[bucky barnes x reader, one shot, fluff] so fucking cute oh my god makes me yearn so hard for a shy nervous bucky 😭 one of your best works!! 💗

↠ career day by @alittlebitofwords

[bucky barnes x reader, one shot, fluff] one of the sweetest things i've ever read 😭 in this house we adore dad!bucky and ahhh this was just so adorable!!! 💓

↠ security deposit by @sventeen-daybreak

[bucky barnes x reader, one shot, smut] neighbour!bucky owns my ass, this was so good, loved their relationship and how organic it all was!! incredible 💗

↠ baby blues & tattoos by @angeli-marco-writes

[stephen strange x reader, one shot, smut] i have now re-read this fic 3 times and i am still not over it—your writing style is so good and your characterization of stephen is so spot on 💞

↠ spellbound by @boop-le-snoot

[stephen strange x reader, one shot, smut] have also read this around 3 times now and am still not over it (how starved of content are us stephen fans lmao) — immaculate smut and build up to the smut as well!! 💓

↠ my darling, what did you expect? by @tripleyeeet

[helmut zemo x reader, one shot, angst] makes me wanna unalive myself SFKHSH jk but no this just makes me want to punch zemo and also dom him (maybe both at the same time?)

↠ sam wilson nsfw alphabet by @divine-mistake

[sam wilson x reader, headcanon, smut] yes divine is on this list again. this is like the best sam smut i've read and it wasnt even like. in the form of a full fic. the power you hold, deadly.

↠ 'till death blooms us art by @divine-mistake

[sam wilson x reader, one shot, angst with a happy ending] yes it's this woman again shfshk i can't help that she's so talented. this is an actual masterpiece. so beautiful in its imagery and comparisons, an absolute must read!! 💗

☁ miscellaneous

↠ do what you please to me, i won't resist by @cloudystevie

[andy barber x reader, one shot, smut] literally my entire fantasy in one fic—this is so filthy but so GOOD yknow. jasmeen never misses with the daddy andy content 😌

↠ little red riding hood by @latenitewolves

[peter hale x reader, one shot, smut] one of the first fics i ever read on the hellsite—read it again and was just as amazed, it's still hot as fuck 🥴

↠ passenger seat by @thatslikely

[stiles stilinski x reader, one shot, fluff] so cute its actually insane, fast food and jeep dates with stiles is such a dream 🥺

and that's it for this month! thank you to everyone here for sharing your stories with us! the world is so much better with wonderful fanfiction authors like yourselves in it. always immensely grateful to all of you xx tay 💞

#elijahs-wife reading list #april reading list #again a huge thank you and i love you to all the writers here!!#and to the readers remember to reblog the fics you like!!#also it is very very clear which characters i am biased towards lmaoooo #pls let me know if any links are broken!!!

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writing-for-me-at-this-point · 4 years

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ii. Fun Facts About The Cast | Actor Au | Obey Me

Request: Its not, I love this AU tho

Word Count: 2303 words

Page Count: 6.5 pages

A.N. Hope you guys all like this! Fun facts about the cast lmao

[ Actor AU Masterlist ]

Fun Facts

Benjamin ( Lucifer )

- Is the dad of the cast.

- In any scenes with Dmitri ( Luke ), he makes sure to know if he is alright, and often will stop scenes to ask.

- He also is an overall joker, so he has trouble filming most of his scenes, will often start laughing in the middle of filming and can break character the easiest.

- Best with kids overall, probably due to having his own, keeps their lives private tho.

- His hair was white for a past show, but the directors liked the look, so that's why he has white tips.

- One of the few male characters who cannot do those diets to accentuate his abs- so that's why his character is always covered up.

- He's in shape! But, he likes the fat that protects his muscle, he says he needs to stay soft to hug his kids.

- Known diabetic, so there's a table full of foods so his sugars are stable, the cast has glucagon shots all over the sets to be safe.

- Is in his early thirties, but people say he can pull off early twenties- he just snorts at this.

Avery ( Mammon )

- Takes the job seriously, and his scenes are easiest to film.

- Dark humor and often is the "Lucifer" of the cast.

- Seeing him switch from Avery to Mammon leaves the rest of the cast and crew fucking s h o o k.

- Will always be seen looking his finest.

- No, no one has seen him in public in sweatpants or anything like that. His image is very serious.

- Is a sweetheart when with the rest of the cast tho.

- His eyes are actually that blue.

- No one is sure if his hair is actually white or not, the way he speaks about it is vague, and fans are always theorizing.

- Watching over Benji ( Lucifer ), and is usually the one to tell him to check his sugars, since the other is quite forgetful.

- Is an immigrant from Turkey, so he has an accent, makes people thirst for him more.

- Helps aspiring actors and directors get into the field, and goes on hard work and talent, not who tries to pay him off.

Jackson ( Leviathan )

- Is the resident fuckboi.

- Always with males and females hanging off him, at this point the pop gave up, no- they aren't his partner.

- Flexes a shit ton.

- Wearing chains, a Rolex, and anything designer.

- Donates half of his salary to ocean reserves and protection funds, he has the money for it, and the show pays him well.

- Always at the beach, or near lake houses and shit, the one ( 1 ) thing he likes about his character.

- Hates the fringe he wears with a passion.

- His hair is actually a light shade of brown, his eyes are a darker shade, but still pretty light.

- First generation, his parents are Korean, so you can pick up hints of their accent in his speech patterns. Gets heavy when he's sleepy.

Ross ( Satan )

- Is a stoner.

- Goes on Instagram lives with either MC and gets high, talking about the dumbest shit or he's alone in his room and his cats join in.

- "So, if you think about- oH MY GOD PRINCESS. YES, COME TO DADDY."

- Has a kitten curled up on him, purrs loud as hell because mf is so warm, and the lives turn into purring ASMR sessions.

- Into self care, has a line of vitamins, face masks, and everything you can think of.

- Calls his fans his SaStans.

- Dmitri ( Luke ) is his younger brother.

- Will never let him out of his sight, and they love to be as mean as they can to each other, they love each other but love to bully one another.

- Is from the Bronx, so his accent is what Avery ( Mammon ) mimics for his character, often just records Avery's lines and sends them to him so he can practice.

- Owns an animal shelter he funds.

- "Carol Baskin? Who's that?"

- The REAL tiger king.

- Gets all his cats dyed to look like tigers.

Micheal ( Asmodeus )

- Chill as fuck.

- Has like 5+ kids, so the role fits him perfectly, and now it's an on running joke among fans that they are all his illegitimate children.

- You know why Asmodeus on the show wears so much makeup?

- His eldest daughter is one of the makeup artists, and she loves to try new looks on him, and the producers think it would fit the character well.

- People speculate his age, looks young but is in his late 30's.

- His first child was born when he was 16, so he likes to support safe heavens and things like that for struggling youths- from being kicked out to needing assistance with mental health.

- Tired af.

- Always in sweatpants, him and Ross ( Satan ) are the trademark bums of the cast.

- Thinks it would be hilarious that when Micheal is revealed, in the show, that he plays the character.

- Is a writer as well, TSL is a real series and he writes it, so they let him use it in the show.

- Vlogs in his car, in a Wendy's parking lot, eating a shit ton of food and talking about the most random shit.

- Half asleep in all interviews, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, it's gotten to the point where everyone memes it too.

James ( Beelzebub )

- Himbo.

- One of the few cast members closest to their character.

- Absolute sweetheart.

- He's 20 years old.

- But how is he so fucking big???

- Comes from a big ass family, the middle child, he's baby 4 out of 9.

- All his siblings are redheads too.

- Very playful tho, with the cast always going along with his antics, making for the best bloopers.

- The contacts he wears make him blind af, which doesn't help since he's so tall, and will bump his head on the doorways and such.

- Can speak Scottish-Gaelic, and even has an accent to top it off.

- He is an absolute unit, and one of the characters who does the stupid diet to show off his form.

- Literally on the verge of passing out sometimes, so he needs to rest with Benjamin ( Lucifer ).

- All pictures, shirtless scenes, and such are filmed first so he can rest after and go back to a normal diet.

- Quiet guy, but loves talking about sports and his siblings tho.

- Is always carrying MC and Dmitri ( Luke ) around, now there are many off-guard photos posted to the casts shared twitter+instagram accounts

- Still pretty new to acting, but is amazing at emotional scenes, to the point fans actually think he's having a breakdown.

- Nah, he's just thinking about being alone, without his family- and it gets him bawling for said scenes.

Conner ( Belphegor )

- Crackhead

- Will not stay still, either for filming or just when everyone is chilling.

- Scenes where he's asleep? He's usually turned away from the camera, cause the idiot is smiling and giggling.

- Has tripped over his tail multiple times.

- Comes from a farm-life, literal cowboy, his southern accent just hits hard.

- He hides it very well, but it comes out at times or with certain words.

- Sees Benjamin ( Lucifer ) as a mentor, he's in his early twenties and new to the scene, but they are best friends.

- Benjamin ( Lucifer ) has now acquired a new child.

- A living meme.

- You know how Tom Holland can't keep a secret?

- Yeah, he's worse.

- Rest of the cast have all had to physically stop him from talking at one point.

- The cow pillow? It's actually his, when he got the role his father has sewn it himself, so he will bring it with him.

- It's basically free promo for the show and comforts him in the city space.

- Gets overwhelmed in large crowds, so he usually makes sure to have another cast member close by, or he will literally leave to a less crowded place to take a breath.

- Apologized to MC after the scene in which he kills them.

- His mama raised him right, so he takes MC to his house for a movie, in which they cuddle and relax for the night.

- Felt really bad for like... a whole week.

- "Country boy I love you~"

Thomas ( Barbatos )

- Brat.

- This is one cocky man, he's smooth as hell, and one whisper can make you weak in the knees.

- Grew out the one side of his hair, but he slicks his hair back or will pin it back, dyes it himself when it's time to film.

- Loves to piss Alex ( Simeon ) off.

- Has a true crime podcast with Roman ( Diavolo ), Alex ( Simeon ), and Benjamin ( Lucifer ), because they're all old friends.

- Donates to the cold case foundation because he knows what it's like to lose someone and not know what happened to them.

- He has a twin who is his stunt double, they love to fuck with the rest of the cast, both of them are little shits.

- Is the motherfucker who makes a channel and reads the crackhead fanfics

- Loves every word of it tho.

- Responds to every fans dms. Every. One. As a whole account for this shit.

- Walks with a bit of a limp, so he wears a brace to help even himself, but during wide-shot scenes you can catch it sometimes.

- Took actual classes to be a butler for the role.

Roman ( Diavolo )

- Himbo 2.0

- Catch this man tweeting what he's trying to search up at 2 in the morning.

- Leaves them because it's hilarious, makes videos where he reads them out sometimes, it's all in good fun.

- He has a set of triplets at home, so that dad energy radiates into the show too.

- You know how Diavolo seems sus at points of the game? Yeah, he's still like that IRL.

- The rest of the cast was put off at first, but that's how he is, and everyone eased up pretty quickly.

- Makes jokes that he has family in the Italian mob, but needed to stop once his father called him, saying that there were too many eyes on the family now.

- Man was s h o o k.

- Has sensitive skin, so all his makeup and body paints need to be specially made, made with all natural products.

- The bags under his eyes are baby bags.

- Will bring his kids on set, to which everyone will gush over, and watch them when they aren't filming.

- Very private with his kids ( to the public ), doesn't post about them much, and only the cast really sees them.

- Wine dad.

- Catch him bringing the whole cast out for "family trips"

- People nicknamed him Caesar

- So many JoJo references now

- "SHHHHIIIIIZZZAAAAAAAA"

- "Please, no."

Dmitri ( Luke )

- Is actually 12.

- Quotes vines, tiktoks, and other memes.

- Is one of the few people that Alex ( Simeon ) is openly nice too.

- Also has an accent, but since he's young and is learning, can now mimic every other cast member's accent.

- Wear earplugs for certain scenes, because of how raunchy and dark the scenes can get, so Simeon and Barbatos are always conveniently in the way, hiding the plugs.

- Is Ross' ( Satan ) younger brother, and if he isn't hanging off of him he's with James ( Beelzebub ), Benjamin ( Lucifer ), or MC.

- They know there are some sick fucks in Hollywood so he has an adult with him at all times.

- Posts pictures of him cuddling up to his brother and the kittens, new foods he is trying, and some pictures with family.

- He often is considered the new Gordon Ramsay.

- Had a collaboration with him.

- It was amazing.

- Best boy, catch him taking a nap in his ( and Ross' ) trailer, surrounded by tiger kittens.

- The TIGER PRINCE.

Alex ( Simeon )

- Avatar of wrath who?

- The embodiment of "No talk me, I angy"

- Jkjk, though he does have a temper, he only loses it with Benjamin ( Lucifer ), Roman ( Diavolo ), and Thomas ( Barbatos ).

- A sweetheart with all children though, like you know Simeon on the show?

- Yeah, he's only like that with kids.

- And respectable adults.

- Mama raised him well 2.0

- Grew up in NY

- Born in Gucci and Balenciaga.

- Was a child model and slowly expanded to acting.

- Dark humor galore.

- If Simeon met Alex, he'd probably have a stroke, cause THOSE WORDS are coming out of HIS mouth.

- Says the weirdest shit too.

- "Put your hand on my ass and call me a virgin."

- Bro are you okay???

- He is fluent in five languages and has a high IQ.

- Speaks: English, French, Italian, Arabic, and Mandarin

- Has a support system for children who struggle to learn conventionally, with trained tutors who are affordable, he knows what it's like to need certain needs met to learn, and he wants every kid to get that chance.

- Rough around the edges but has a heart of gold.

Derek ( Solomon )

- Loves to smoke with Ross ( Satan )

- He is more aloof than chill.

- One of the more awkward members, doesn't know how to socialize well, and is very shy.

- Watch out for Dmitri ( Luke ) on the down low.

- Didn't have the best life growing up, so he is a lot more street smart than book smart.

- Doesn't have a big social media influence.

- Very nice to fans, gives full hugs to them, and everyone feels so appreciated.

- Has a husky named Blue.

- Also has an owl, who he took in when he found it on his porch with a broken wing, and nursed it to health.

- He set it free, but she comes back often, and has a nest in the tree closest to his house.

- Named her Lovely.

- Animal person, so he helps Ross out with his animal shelters.

- Uses Blue as a living pillow, and only sleeps in his boxers when Blue is on his bed, because goddamn does that dog radiate heat.

- Him and MC live together, having grown up together, and made their livings together.

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Equal Partners

Mando x Reader

Notes: 2.3k words, PG, takes place during episode 5 of season 1

Chapter 1/3

Ever since the small green child came into your lives, things turned completely sideways. You had been travelling with the Mandalorian for some time before he received the fateful bounty and then defied the code to rescue the child. You supported his decision, as you always did, and you found yourself quickly attached to your new ward. And it was through that series of events that you all found yourself crash landed on the remote planet of Tatooine.

“Well, as far as bounties go, we got lucky landing here,” you voiced your observation as you both gathered your weapons to head off, “This planet is a hive of scum.”

“Lucky us,” the bounty hunter spoke in a playfully sarcastic tone as he set the child in a small closet to nap and double checked to make sure he was safely tucked away. When he was satisfied, he gave you a pat on your shoulder to let you know he was ready to head off. As you both got more comfortable with each other, a lot of your communication became non-verbal, and it didn’t take many words to know what the other was thinking at any given time.

You were met with the owner of the garage, Peli Motto, and her team of repair droids. Mando bargained with her for repairs to the ship and added, “No droids,” in a firm tone at the end of the conversation before he moved to head off.

She turned to you, “He’s got a thing about droids, huh?”

“Mmhmm,” you confirmed, “Thanks for your help,” you spoke in a softer tone than the Mandalorian.

“What about you? Not a fan of droids either?” She seemed genuinely curious.

You let out a sigh, “I don’t mind ‘em,” you said with a shrug, “The way I see it, a droid will kill you, but a person… A person will tortue you,” you let her draw her own conclusion about your statement as you followed your partner out of the landing area.

It wasn’t long before the pair of you found yourselves in a greesy cantina to ask about any lead on a local bounty. The bartender informed Mando that the old Hutt palace recently restarted its operations under a new leader. “If there’s any work for a bounty hunter, you’ll find it there,” he said while he barely looked up from the glass he poured.

While he spoke with the barkeep, you stood next to Mando and scanned the crowd for any threats. It became a habit for you to always watch his back while his attention was focused, and you trusted him to do the same for you. When his conversation was finished, he turned to you and you knew what he was thinking without the need of any words. Mando led the way, but as you went to leave, a hand grabbed your arm. You gasped in surprise and tensed, but waited to react; you didn’t want to make a scene if you could avoid it.

“Where are you going, sweetheart?” a sweaty older man taunted you.

Mando spun around, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he threatened.

“Why? You gonna kick me ass for touching your girl?”

You rolled your eyes, and you could tell from the way his head rolled back he did the same, “She doesn’t need my help.”

With that, you made quick work of the man. You swung your head back so that you collided with his nose, then swiftly punched him in the gut and tackled him to the ground. “And now you know,” you said in his ear, “Not to touch people without permission.”

Mando watched proudly as you handled yourself and used techniques that he taught you. He found himself protective of you, but you also liked to prove you could take care of yourself so he always gave you that chance before he ran in to help. A drunk man at a bar was not an issue for you, but he was always there as back up just in case. “Shall we go?” he offered. You nodded with a huff as you walked out of the cantina together.

And that was how you and the Mandalorian found yourself at the door of the giant palace on the outskirts of town. He knocked on the gate, and grumbled when he was met with a droid who asked questions in Huttese. Mando let out a sigh and turned to you. You met his helmeted gaze and gave him a reassuring look.

Because of your past, you were fluent in the language, so you answered on his behalf, “We’re looking for work, anything your boss can offer.”

The droid slunk back inside and the gate opened up. You and Mando exchanged a quick look before you both headed inside. When you first started traveling with him, you tended to walk behind him, but now you felt more comfortable at his side. Over the years, he taught you how to perfect your already established fighting techniques, how to fly, and other relevant skills. Yet he never made you feel inferior or like he thought lesser of you. He always treated you as an equal from the very beginning.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” you muttered as you made your way down the dim hallway.

Mando didn’t say anything, but he had the same feeling in his chest. The more time he spent with you, the more he just wanted to reach out and hold you, especially after the child entered your lives and he saw how good you were with him. He found himself face to face with feelings he never had before, but he never let it show. He buried his thoughts deep down; one day the time would be right to bring it up.

At the end of the hallway was the large open main area where everyone was gathered. The area itself looked like it hadn’t changed much over the years; the few things that were in the room were on the old side. The leader, a young member of the Hutt family, lay sprawled out on a large, cushy chair. About three dozen armed bounty hunters of various races stood scattered across the room. The leader eyed you and the Mandalorian up and down before he spoke.

“It’s been awhile since we had a Mandalorian grace our presence. And with such a lovely girl too,” the Hutt leader spoke with a bitter tone, “Makes the life less lonely doesn’t it?”

You scowled but quickly got yourself under control. You knew how dangerous these people were, so it was best to keep any emotions in check. Mando, however, didn’t miss the look that flashed across your face, and even though you didn’t translate, he knew he didn’t like what was said. You took a breath before you replied, “We’re looking for any bounties you may have.”

He thought for a moment as he scanned the crowd of his minions “There is someone that’s been causing trouble for us, taking any hits on her behalf instead of for our little organization. Fennec Shand. She’s bad for business lately, and I need her taken care of. But I want her brought to me alive.”

Once you finished translating for the Mandalorian, he addressed the Hutt, “Consider it taken care of.”

The leader sneered, and Mando didn’t like the look on his face. He was too focused on the Hutt to notice the movement behind him, and before he could react, one of the others in the room swooped in and grabbed you by your wrists. In one quick movement, he grabbed you, forced you to your knees and pressed a blaster right to the back of your head. You yelped at the pain; he held you right where you had a large, prominent scar on your lower arm. No one knew, except for Mando, because you always kept your arms completely covered.

Mando pulled out both his blasters in response and pointed one at our captor and one at the Hutt. This made others in the room draw their own weapons. You cursed to yourself for letting your guard down like that as the room fell into a standoff. You couldn’t see, but Mando was just as angry at himself for the situation.

“What the fuck?!” The bounty hunter’s voice was raw with rage and emotion.

The Hutt laughed, “I need a consolation prize,” he spoke in basic for the first time, “If you can’t bring what I ask in 24 standared hours, I keep your girl.”

The Mandalorian shook in anger, “Absolutely not. She is not a bargaining chip,” he kept his weapons aimed as he scanned the room to calculate his next move.

You also scanned the room and counted the number of thugs and weapons around you. The hard truth was that there was no way you could blast your way out of this situation alive, so you spoke up, “Fine!” You tried to cover your nerves, but your shoulders still shook a bit.

This shocked Mando as he whipped around to face you, “No,” he almost pleaded. But it was too late.

“Deal,” the Hutt spoke. “You have 24 hours, Mandalorian.”

His shoulders tensed as he read the microexpressions on your face. He was silent for a moment before he caved in, “Fine,” he lowered his weapons and the others in the room followed suit, “But I need to speak with her first,” he spoke strongly so there was no room for negotiation.

“Very well,” the Hutt waved.

Mando wasted no time and pulled you from your captors clutch. You let him lead you to the edge of the room where you could speak privately. “I don’t like this,” his voice was low, but you could hear the worry there.

“I don’t like it either,” your eyes darted around, “But we’re badly outnumbered, Mando. And they literally have home field advantage,” you looked directly at him and realized that he held you tightly. You made no attempt to move as you continued, “I’d rather put my faith in you and your skills right now.” Your heart pounded from a mix of adrenaline running through your system and the feeling of his strong, protective grip on you.

He sighed heavily. He knew you were right, he just didn’t like it. This was the last situation he wanted to ever put you in, especially because of your past. He let go of your arm to caress your face, and he felt his heart skip a beat when you let out a sigh and leaned into his touch.

“Alright,” he sounded defeated, “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Your eyes met his visor and you nodded, “I know,” you tried to sound strong for him but truthfully, you were terrified. Normally, you were tough and strong and handled anything that came at you with ease. But this was your one fear: captivity.

It was then that two men grabbed you again and pulled you away from the Mandalorian. You both reached for each other to stay connected as long as possible, and it was the hardest thing Mando ever did to watch you be dragged away. He addressed the leader with a warning, “If any harm comes to her,” his words dripped with fury as he couldn’t even finish his thought.

“Yes, yes,” he waved dismissively.

The bounty hunter watched as they took you down below, and only turned to leave when you were completely out of sight. As he made his way out, a young man who had been watching everything from the outskirts of the room approached him.

“Want some help there, Mando?” he offered as he strode up to the bounty hunter.

He didn’t even slow down, “Not particularly.”

The young man was persistent, “Listen, we can help each other out. I know the dunes here, and you’re a Mandalorian, which means you’re the best bounty hunter there is.”

Mando finally stopped as they reached the front gate, “Fine. Just don’t get in my way.”

He smiled and introduced himself, “Toro Calican.” When the Mandalorian simply gave a nod in response, he continued, “This will really help me out, man. I’ve been trying to get in with these guys for awhile, and this will be my big break to get in the door here.”

The bounty hunter only half listened to Toro’s rambling as they made their way into the dunes. They were able to find where Fennec’s hideout was easily enough, but their challenge lay in making their way across the vast desert without being taken out by her sniper shots. He laid out behind a smaller hill as he scanned the area in front of them. He could see the heat signature from their target, but without any cover, there was no way they would reach her alive.

“What are you thinking, Mando?” the young man asked.

He didn’t like it but, “We have to wait for nighttime to get some cover.” He gritted his teeth under his helmet as he moved into a resting position. “You take the first watch. Make sure no one leaves the area,” he ordered as he let himself relax a bit for the first time that day.

Toro took Mando’s place at the hill, but couldn’t stay silent for too long, “So, what’s the deal with the chick?” he asked as his curiosity got the best of him, “Is she like your apprentice or servant or something?”

“She’s not my servant,” Mando snapped, which surprised Toro. He took a breath before he spoke again in a calmer voice, “She’s my…” he never really thought about what he would label you, and it always bothered him when people assumed you were somehow beneath him, “Partner,” he finally settled on the best word. He ignored any further questions from Toro as he let himself drift off to sleep for a bit. And when he finally dozed off, he dreamt about when you two first met.

Notes: I have this planned out, and it’s going to be 3 chapters long. Obviously, next will be the flashback to their first meeting. I actually wasn’t feeling too confident about this, but I got a comment on another fic and it was so sweet, it re-motivated me to finish and post this. As always, if you’d like to be added to the Mando tag list, just leave a comment :)

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Hands Too Cold, but Heart of Gold - Pt.2

The Partnership

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader, Matt Murdock x reader (no SR x MM x r)

Word count: 2250

Summary: Avenger!reader AU, love triangle. Daredevil is so-so warming up to the team... some of its members anyway. Steve is too busy being furious with you. Or is he?

Warnings: pissed off Steve, mentions of violence, swearing, fluff, mild angst…?

Story Masterlist

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If anyone was watching, they probably thought they were high and hallucinating. The quinjet basically landed on water, opening precisely for you to just leave the pier and enter the ramp lash entrance without faltering in your steps. You walked in, the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen on your tail, the tension in his shoulders obvious.

“Hi, Elsa. Looking as good as ever. DD, good to see you again,” Tony’s voice welcomed you, confirming your suspicion. Everyone was now here, probably. Wonderful.

“Mr. Stark,” Daredevil acknowledged him with a nod.

You, on the other hand, ignored the greeting. If he was starting with Elsa, you were not about to speak to him unless necessary, even when he told you that you looked good – hell, it had been like an hour since he had seen you. Jerk.

“Wow, look at you, kiddo. Good job. Daredevil, we haven’t met yet-“ Clint stood up from his seat, hand extended.

“Meaning you haven’t stalked me and tried to get me to join your team?”

Clint wasn’t surprised or concerned about the distance the masked man kept, withdrawing his hand easily. “Yep. Name’s Clint Barton.”

The Devil just nodded again, not giving up his own name. Shocker.

“Daredevil. Welcome on board. Hey, our new recruitment expert.” Tasha gave you a significant look saying ‘brace yourself’. You picked up on it immediately.

“Hey, Natasha. Is Steve mad?” you asked innocently despite knowing the answer for sure.

“Yes,” sounded from behind you quietly, a brief warning from the Devil, as the man in question appeared, his footsteps heavy and angry.

“You are in so much trouble, missy!”

You made a face. “Steve, do not call me ‘missy’. It’s the on the top of the bad words list, seriously, who the fuck taught you that?” you teased him lightly, the humour leaving you when you found yourself under his strict gaze. Not just strict; worried. Hurt. “I’m not sorry for turning it off. You weren’t exactly helping.”

“I appreciated it,” Daredevil supported you unexpectedly and you eyed him, fighting a smile, unable to resist the warmth of satisfaction in your chest.

“Yeah, well, the job is done. Congratulation. Now turn it on again, or so help me god, I’ll cuff you with powers-restrictors and you’re sitting this mission out,” Steve grumbled, spinning on his heels, returning to the cockpit without another word.

You blinked in surprise at the harshness, heavy guilt settling in your stomach. Surely it wasn’t such a big deal? No, there hadn’t even been a real danger; Steve wouldn’t be so pissed about something like this, not normally. Something was wrong.

You left Daredevil’s side, making your way after Steve.

“Leave him. He’s just a grumpy old man,” Tony hummed, drinking some energy drink through a straw.

You ignored him. This wasn’t grumpiness, this was anxiety. Steve was anxious about something and it wasn’t you turning off your comms.

You entered the cockpit, hearing Clint trying to socialize with the Devil while Natasha interjected with the plan so the Devil would be brought up to speed.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now, Anderson,” your captain growled, pretending to be perfectly focused on piloting a plane that could just easily run on autopilot. The tendons in his forearms were so tightened he could cut something with them.

You gulped. Anderson. The spy name you were given by S.H.I.E.L.D. after your real persona had to die. No one on team called you that. Ever.

Crap. This is bad.

You sat down next to him despite his protest.

“That’s too bad. Because-“

“I don’t care about apologies.”

You scoffed. “Good, ‘cause you’re not getting one.”

His statue-like posture shifted and his eyes turned to you for a fraction of a second before returning to staring ahead blankly, pretending to see what was in front of them. He didn’t say a word.

You bit your lip, covering his right hand with yours gently. His fingers twitched, but otherwise he didn’t react to your gesture. You ran your thumb over his knuckles.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on? And don’t try that bullshit about being angry because of me cutting you off. You knew it was a good move. Talk to me, Steve,” you whispered, observing his hard expression, wondering what he was hiding behind it. Steve had always been good at perceiving your emotions – and thanks to the way he had opened to you, it went both ways. But now, he was closing off and you hated it. “Please.”

Steve remained silent. It might seem he didn’t even listen to you, but you could tell he was struggling with something. Steve was… a sweetheart. A kick-ass serum-powered stubborn reckless sweetheart. He cared for people. He worried. And he thought the serum had not only made him the most famous American hero, but also transformed him into Atlas – he believed he needed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders and protect everyone else. You knew that this was why your crush was pointless – he would always saw you as the newbie, as the little sister who needed protection and couldn’t bear the weight of what he was carrying – like for example right now.

“There’s something out of place,” he said quietly and you supressed the rush of joy into your abdomen at his honesty. And silenced the ‘you mean beside the fact the daughter of the Secretary of the Treasury was kidnapped from her private school together with three other girls, taken by a human trafficking ring?’, knowing now was not the time. The Secretary was out of his mind. This would be a STRIKE team mission, but he demanded Captain America and the Avengers. “Something just doesn’t feel right. Maybe paranoia is to getting me-”

The Secretary demanded the Avengers; for some reason, Steve didn’t think it was enough and wanted the Devil on it too; because he had a bad feeling about this. It all made sense now.

You squeezed his hand and he turned it up to catch your hand in his and reciprocate the gesture, not caring he let go of the controller – the plane was still on autopilot then. He really had been sitting here only for show. You mentally rolled your eyes.

“Well, you’re old enough for that, but I don’t think it’s paranoia, Steve.” His blue eyes met yours, allowing you to glimpse at the unsettling uneasiness inside of him. “You have good instincts and you have every right to trust them. I know I do.”

His posture slightly relaxed, the corners of his lips rising just inconspicuously. “Thank you.”

“I’ll keep the irresponsibility to minimum. Even smaller minimum than usual. I promise. I’ll be on the highest alert,” you reassured him softly, sensing his stiffness resolving completely. Oh dear god, this man worried for others so much. He needed something light in his life.

You squeezed his hand one more time, rising to your feet and patting his shoulder, determined to light up the mood by quoting him. “If they hurt me, I’ll hurt them back. And I’ll walk it off if they kill-“

“Don’t say it.”

His hand shoot up to your wrist, stopping you before you could finish and leave. You met his eyes once more, curling your fingers around his own wrist.

“I’ll be careful, Steve. I promise. Just try to do the same, okay?”

He smiled at the open display of care; it was nothing rare, yet, he would probably always find it precious. He was Captain America, he was meant to worry about others; you could understand why he was moved by someone else taking the role of the concerned friend.

“Go meet the Devil properly. You’re paired with him.”

You blinked in surprise, tilting your head to side. “Why me?”

“ ’Cause he seems to trust you enough to join the mission,” Steve stated, sounding as if it was obvious.

Oh. Okay, you could see his point.

“Are you saying the others don’t trust me then?” you demanded, pretending to be wounded. Maybe not completely pretending. You were the newbie after all, you would understand if they would be reluctant to do so even after the missions you had had together.

“Oh come on, Snowflake. You know we do.”

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You entered the larger space only to find Daredevil in the company of Clint and Tony. Tasha had probably run him through the basics of the mission and now was getting ready, while the guys were trying to interrogate the temporary addition to the team.

The Devil shot you a brief smile as you appeared and the other men noticed you too.

“But seriously. Is it Lucifer? Or is something like Raphael, like the archangel, and you’re trolling everyone?” Tony demanded and you snorted, the corners of Devil’s lips rising higher.

“No, Mr. Stark. It’s neither. Give up.”

You pated the billionaire’s shoulder. “You should suit up. We’re almost there. Plus I need to talk strategy with my partner.”

Clint grinned at Tony’s shocked expression. The man to be Iron Man gaped at Daredevil, pointing at him accusingly. “That’s not fair! Why do you get to be with the cool one?”

You rolled your eyes at the lame pun while Clint just snickered, getting up to prepare his gear.

“No, seriously. I bet I’m paired with the old man again.”

Daredevil shrugged. “Birds of feather flock together.”

You burst out laughing at the daring man who pointed out Tony’s age.

“Motherf-“

“Language!” you called out, your voice supported by three more, including one from the cockpit. Tony raised his chin, his hand imitating an offended diva gesture, which somehow activated his suit that started wrapping around him.

“Savages, all of you.” He turned his back to you and you approached the Devil, sitting next to him.

“That okay? You being paired with me?” you asked quietly.

“Of course. I get to be with the cool one. Can I ask what your abilities are exactly? Just to know-“

“Sure. Though you pretty much experienced it. I can create and manipulate ice, lower temperature of anything to almost absolute zero. It… can get nasty, but I’m trying to avoid that.”

“Understand. I don’t kill either.”

“I know.” He huffed out a laugh, less wry than you would expect from someone who just found out you had done a lot of reading on them. “You have a very good hearing and you kick ass. Anything else?”

He licked his lips, wavering. “Pretty much everything is amplified. Not just my hearing.”

Your eyes went wide in surprise. What? How— as in everything? Like his vision, sense of touch, sense of smell, taste too? “I’m not sure-“

“Would you like a demonstration?” You nodded without thinking. “Alright. Uhm… your heartbeat-“ just stopped, you wanted to say, because what the fuck- “is slower than average. You’re using a shampoo with… lilac, but there’s something I can’t really place. It’s adding to your aura, which is somehow colder – not because of the temperature, that’s normal, I guess maybe the device under your right ribs has something to with that – but… something cold, fresh.”

You felt your mouth fall open. Holy shit. He… how the hell did he perceive all that? Including the device that kept your body temperature in check?

He extended his hand and hovered over yours on your thigh. You wanted to ask what was he doing, but the answer came before you found the courage.

“Your hands, they are a bit colder and I can feel them… bursting with energy even when you’re not doing anything. It’s— I’m sorry. I’m scaring you. I didn’t want to-“

“It’s okay,” you blurted out, your voice unnaturally high and in stark contrast to his quiet and measured. He was scaring you a little, okay, but you had practically asked him. And you lived with a bunch of strange people, this shouldn’t freak you out, and it didn’t, it was just… “Surprising. But okay. Shocking, maybe. Fascinating. Terrible – how do you live like this? Knowing so much about people?”

You were glad he didn’t mention he could probably see every pore on your skin and- “Jesus, wait, you don’t have an x-ray vision too, do you?”

He chuckled, relaxing as he realized you weren’t scared or offended. “No. No, I don’t have an x-ray vision. And I promise I wouldn’t peek… without your permission.”

You let out incredulous laugh. Did he just… flirt with you?

“Good to know you’re a gentleman, Daredevil.”

“What do I call you?” he asked softly, tilting his head curiously. It was incredibly cute.

“Hm?”

“I know you heard me.”

You shrugged and settled with honesty and light joking. “Anything you want, I guess. Frostbite. Snow Queen. Really, there are number of options.”

“But not Snowflake,” he suspected, his voice falling even lower, sending your heart racing.

“No… uhm, I would rather if you didn’t call me that, yeah. It’s…”

“Too personal. I understand. Anderson?”

“Fake last name. Agent Anderson. What I became after I… died. You can go with that,” you offered, pushing down the unpleasant feeling it gave you.

“You don’t like it.”

“I don’t,” you confirmed with a shrug. Then you offered him to call you your first name, because that made the most sense really.

He just smiled, a boyish smile you wouldn’t expect on a face of man who beat up people in back alleys on regular basis. Then again, you really should know better by now, considering who you worked with.

“I’ll think about it.”

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Part 3

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Tags: @mermaidxatxheart @murdermornings @elisaa-shelby

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primal-screamer-blog1 · 5 years

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smut prompt request for @bowiesixx 64. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll forget you ever met that asshole.” featuring Nikki Sixx A/N: This ended up being way longer than I ever intended it to be. I really only ever mean to write one scene but some of these prompts are really open for development and I like story as much as I like smut! Hope you enjoy. Warnings: 18+, smut, break ups, misogynist slurs links: smut prompts fluff/angst prompts masterlist requests open for guns n’ roses, motley crue

You were crying again. Collapsed on the couch, you couldn’t even feel truly sad anymore; not about him anyway. You knew you’d lost your boyfriend - ex boyfriend, you corrected yourself - long before he cheated on you. It just hurt to finally admit defeat after being together for so long. You’d seen it coming; there were plenty of arguments and plenty of emotional distance for both of you to catch on that things between you weren’t working. But you never wanted to just give up, not without a fair fight at least. Apparently he did. It’d been a month since you broke up and though you’d gotten used to the idea of being without him, it was the long nights alone that left you feeling broken. You’d worked for so much; had an apartment together, a dog, a future. And just like that, it was all gone. No, you couldn’t feel sad. As far as sadness went, you’d already processed those emotions several times over to feel it become dulled. But you did feel displaced. You were staying with Nikki while you were between places. You didn’t want to ask, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. After the success of their last album, he’d bought a place of his own and it was nothing short of massive. “Of course you’re gonna stay with me while you look for a place.” He told you when you first mentioned you were moving out. “Nikki, I can’t impose on you.” “Impose? Please, I want to help. Besides, it’s not like I don’t owe you.” He referred to years ago, before the money and the fame. Before Motley Crue even started, you let Nikki stay on your couch often when he had nowhere to live. You gave him a weak shrug, unable to figure out how to thank him, too emotionally exhausted to begin to try. “Do you really insist?” “I do.” He smiled warmly at you. “There are like eleven rooms. You’re not putting me out at all.” When he got back from the club tonight, however, and you were crying on the couch for the third time that week, he couldn’t help but feel frustrated. Not with you, never with you, but he couldn’t stand to see you so broken down. For as long as he’d known you, he knew you to be assertive and strong willed. He always thought you were far too good for your ex, but in the past couple months he’d become unable to stand him. When the fights first started getting really bad, it was almost nightly that you were crying on Nikki’s shoulder, lamenting some horrible thing your boyfriend said. Nikki was disgusted at the things he would call you, hearing you recount cruel taunts of “whore, bitch, cunt, worthless.” And what made Nikki furious, enough to snap that skinny fuckers neck, was that you were starting to believe all those things. The cheating didn’t come as any surprise to Nikki. He was more surprised that you stuck around long enough for it to happen. However, he couldn’t blame you for needing a less ambiguous reason to leave such a long relationship. You were always kind like that to people - you always gave them the benefit of the doubt until you no longer could. This was a good thing sometimes. For the people who appreciated it, it showed just how much those friendships really meant to you. But other times, Nikki had seen you get taken advantage of by people who never deserved your love and care in the first place. More than anything, he hated that your ex had done that to you. You’d done nothing but love and support him. Sure, sometimes things don’t work out and couples break up, that was only reasonable. But Nikki felt an unfamiliar rage kick up in his chest when he thought about him being so unnecessarily cruel to you. He dropped himself hard on the couch next to you, stumbling a little on his way there. He was still a little drunk. You could smell the whiskey and cigarettes of the night heavy on his breath. You didn’t mind. Nikki had the tendency to become a total sweetheart to you when he was drinking. He made strained noise with his throat as he pulled you off the arm of the couch and into his chest. “Come here.” You wiped your tears from your eyes and sniffled a bit, leaning up against him. A few soft sobs kept you shaking. He clumsily pushed your damp hair from your wet eyes, but it just fell back into your face. “You wanna talk about it?” You sat up straighter so that you sat across from him. “I just…” You pulled in a deep breath, shaking off your tears with finality. “I just miss him.” Nikki groaned and thumped his foot on the ground. “I know, I know. I guess I don’t miss him. I just miss our relationship. It’s hard sleeping alone when you’ve been next to someone for a few years.” Nikki shrugged. “You can sleep in my bed.” You shot him a look. “Not like that. Look, I get it. I’m lonely in that big ass bed too!” “I’m already taking up a whole room in your house. I don’t wanna take your bed too.” “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, obviously. I just know how much being alone sucks and that bed is huge. Just might make you feel better.” It did sound nice. The guest bedroom that you were staying in was nice; soft clean sheets, a large TV and a record player with an impressive speaker set up that you were taking full advantage of. You were thankful Nikki had given you such a nice place to recuperate from losing so much. But the nights alone had not been pleasant. If not the lack of touch, the empty space and the loss of body heat and someone else’s shallow breathing served as a constant reminder that you were on your own now. It hurt. And for touch, you ached. God you ached. “C’mon. Let’s go upstairs. You weren’t gonna sleep on the couch were you?” “I was gonna try to read a book or something.” You rolled your eyes at your failed attempt. “E for Effort.” You cocked your head. “It’s ‘A for Effort.” He laughed and stood up. “That doesn’t make any sense.” “No, it’s- nevermind.” While you changed out of your clothes and into your pajamas, brushed your teeth, Nikki took his time showering and getting a glass of water to sober up before bed. It was nice seeing him start to take care of himself and be a bit more mindful of things these days. He still had a long way to go, but to see him make the effort was refreshing. You pulled on a big black Iron Maiden t shirt and a pair of boxer shorts, pulling your hair up before padding into his room. “You good?” You called, knocking on the open door and stepping in a bit. Nikki faced away from the door, still pulling on his boxer briefs, his hair wet and laid flat down his tanned and toned back, his ass surprisingly muscular. You quickly stepped out and quietly cursed at yourself, feeling stupid for not waiting for him to tell you to come in. However, he either didn’t mind or didn’t notice. “Yeah, yeah, come in.” He mumbled and opened the door for you before stepping over to his California King size bed. Everything was black; the carpet, the curtains, the walls, the bedsheets. Nikki stretched out on top of the luxurious satin comforter and let out a long, loud yawn, throwing his long legs askew, his arms splayed above his head on the pillow. His tattooed chest rose and fell with his deep, tired breaths. Still damp from the shower, his body was long and lean. However, his shoulders were broad and his legs were toned from spending most of his time running around on giant stages. His arms the same from years of playing bass. Nikki’s hair framed his face, a rare site to see it in its natural state. With his eyes shut, he lifted a hand and pointed to a stereo on the entertainment system in front of his bed. “You wanna put on a record to fall asleep to?” “Do you have a preference?” You asked, browsing his selection. “Put on Judas Priest.” He said sarcastically, holding up his devil horns. You rolled your eyes and flipped through the records. Knitting your brows together, you pulled out Sade’s Promise. “Really?” You asked, holding it up to him and laughing. “Hey you can bite me, alright? That album rocks.” “Actually, by definition it’s the only thing in here that doesn’t.” You said, looking at the track listing on the back of it. “Everything else you have in here is metal, I can’t fall asleep to that.” “I love Sade. No objections from me.” The speakers cracked with the sound of the needle picking up the first track before the soft music filled the room. Nikki turned over and felt around his bedside table before finding the a remote to click the lights off. You climbed into the downy satin, the sheets rustling under your hands and knees. You fell down onto one of his king sized pillows and laughed. It was big enough for you to wrap your arms and legs around. “These giant pillows are so crucial.” “I fucking love this giant bed. You could fit ten people in here and I’d never know.” He said in the dark, his weight shifting about on the mattress while he worked himself under the comforter. “I bet you’d love that, perv.” You shot at him. “I wouldn’t ask ‘em to leave.” He threw his hands up, falling back into the pillows. You moved closer to him and settled in under the blankets. Nikki’s breathing slowed and grew hoarse, already drifting off to sleep. Having his presence there was enough to drive off the anxiety you’d been experiencing every night for weeks. Somebody else being there, no matter who it was, just made you feel safe. But Nikki specifically, half naked and sprawled out next to you, was making you feel something else. The thoughts weren’t the only thing that had been keeping you up. Loneliness came well equipped with its own brand of physicality, one that left you gripping your own skin at night, your fingers buried deep between your legs. The bass on the record swelled and you sighed, Nikki’s breath tempting you to feel it against your neck. Your skin vibrated, aware of the blood flowing in the pheromone soaked body beside you. Your senses begged for contact. “Do you mind if I snuggle?” You asked quietly, shaking him lightly from sleep before he was completely out. “Huh?” He asked, confused in his foggy mind before processing what you said fully. He lazily lifted his arm, beckoning you closer. He was warm against you, his heart beat on your back. He moved gently, finding comfort around your form. You slid your legs between his, a slight shiver falling down your back as his hairs tickled your smooth skin. A small, quiet sigh escaped you as his nose brushed against your ear. His hips responded before he did, bucking up into you as he pulled in a gasp through his nose. You rocked back into him and his forearm locked across your shoulders, holding you close. You felt him grow hard on the back of your thigh and he grinded up against you. He shook his head, now fully awake and aware of the situation. His grip loosened and he became still. “You okay?” He mumbled sleepily into your hair. You rolled over in his arms and snaked your own around his shoulders. “Nikki….” You began. But you didn’t have to say anything else. He knew what you were asking. Almost instinctively, he flipped you on your back, holding your wrists above your head with one hand. He moved your hair out of your face and peered intensely into your eyes. “You sure?” He asked. “Please.” His mouth was at your throat with your wrists pinned above you. With his other hand, his palm pushed across your stomach under your shirt and up between your breasts. He wrapped his hand softly around your throat and let go of his grip on your wrists. His tongue was hot along your jawline and he let out a low growl. He held you there and caressed your face, his mouth breathing hot in your ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget you ever met that asshole.” Feverishly, he reached down and pulled his erect cock from his briefs as you pulled your t shirt over your head. He took care to push his fingers into you, eliciting a sharp gasp as his mouth latched over your nipple, pushing into you as his tongue rolled over the sensitive tissue. He pushed his fingers in deep and took a quick, sharp bite and you cried out, letting him know you savored the delicious sensation of pleasure and pain. Your eyes closed, you reached down to feel him, but he pulled your hand away and placed it back over your head. You whimpered, bucking your hips up to him, pleading for more. He pressed his forehead to yours and chuckled low. “Nuh-uh.” He said and laid a wet kiss on the hollow of your throat. “No way, this is for you. Don’t worry about me.” He delivered. Trailing hard, wet kisses down between your tits and taking time to suckle at your hips, Nikki pulled off your shorts and hid his face between your thighs. He worked you hard and messy with his fingers and mouth, sucking and kissing your clit, flicking his tongue quickly against it between hard, wet laps, his fingers moving in and out. Even stopping to breathe, there wasn’t a moment where he let you lose the flow of energy. Your head rolled back, your legs around his neck now and you tangled your fingers into his hair. Cries fell from your lips as you pulled him in closer and harder until finally you feel yourself release and tighten around him. Your body spasms as you cum, aware of his eyes on you as you moan and writhe. Your knees weaken and your legs fall beside him. He smiles as he rises to meet you, happy with his work. He flips his hair back and finally, he pushes into you with hard and hot friction, stretching you around his girth. You let out a low moan as he lumbers on top of you and with a soft “oh fuck….” into you. And then deeper. And then even deeper. He rolls his hips up into you over and over, painfully slow, taking his time to enjoy himself knowing you already had. He takes his fingers and dances them across your lips, dipping them into your mouth as he thrusts in tandem. Your tongue swirls around him, tasting yourself on his skin, a joyful hum coming from your throat. And then he’s faster. You feel him throb and grow harder again inside you and you begin to swell with a new heat around his cock. The head of his dick twitches and you are both slick with his pre cum. He pounds into you hard and then pulls out, holding himself back, leaving you whimpering again. “You want it?” He says through shallow pants, holding your arms above your head again. “Please.” Your voice cracks. “Say it.” “I want it.” You pout, your hips rising up into him. He shakes his head, nearly out of breath. “Say the whole thing.” He commands. “Nikki, please.” “The whole thing.” “Nikki.” You say with more authority, suddenly aware of what he wants to hear. “Please, I need to cum all over your fat cock.” He holds you at the hips and pushes furiously into you, each time with a low grunt from his chest until he snarls. A dizzy rush breaks over your skin and his hands are in your hair, the at your breasts, the muscles in his thigh and stomach jumping and he cums hard, hot inside you like a shot of whiskey. Collapsing on top of you and breathing heavy, he takes a hard bite of your shoulder. You let out a playful squeal and roll onto your stomach, pushing him onto his side. Too exhausted to move, you both lay there, naked and broken, covered in the others sweat. Nikki’s hair clings to the back of your neck, chest heaving. He lets out a gravely sigh and rolls around, swinging his legs around the mattress. He stretches his arms above his head and you extend your limbs out as far as they can go, your entire body feeling lighter than it had when you first got into his bed. “I’m going to smoke a cigarette.” He said and took a deep drink from a glass of water on his nightside table. “You feel better?” You curled into yourself, pulling the covers over your naked body. “Yes, Nikki, thank you.” You cooed, your eyes too heavy to see a smile spread across his face. He lands a firm pat on your ass through the covers. “Good.” He says and heads out the door while you drift to sleep easier than you had in weeks, not a single worry left on your mind.

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Lang Plays Fire Emblem: Three Houses

So a while ago I said I was planning on playing the story routes in this order: Blue Lions, Black Eagles, Church of Seiros, and then Golden Deer.

The Golden Deer made a liar out of me.

So, here’s an approximation of What Happened During Verdant Wind.

So many spoilers below the cut, you guys. I do a lot of route comparisons.

Okay, I’ve been staring at the “which house do you want” selection screen for an embarrassing amount of time.

This shouldn’t be hard. I had a plan.

But no.

I clicked the Golden Deer, just like that. What the fuck, Claude. I blame you.

Immediately upon talking to this rop of students again, I can feel the difference in the social group from what the Lions were like. The latter were really a bunch of noble kids around their prince, and they felt really tight-knit. Classic Fire Emblem starter crew.

The Golden Deer is the fucking Scooby Gang.

First impressions of individuals:

Raphael, thank goodness, is the one character who absolutely has his shit in order. Sure, he’s bad at book work and thinks everything comes down to MUSCLES, but all of his emotional issues are handled by the time he arrives at Garreg Mach. He’s the brightest of sunshines.

Ignatz needs some more confidence in his art, and also I want to see his painting of Seiros. Now, if only both of his offensive stats and growths weren’t incredibly bad.

I was so close to making him my dancer. Just because he sure as hell wasn’t gonna be useful anywhere else.

Lorenz! I don’t like him. His haircut is a monstrosity.

Leonie! We are going. To be. Besties. Even though the timing of your support conversations are incredibly bad.

Marianne no please don’t be sad everyone loves you

Hilda is the greatest enabler I have ever seen. By which I mean she enables other people to do all her work for her.

Lysithea is going to have the last word with God. And especially he Death Knight.

And finally Claude! Teamwork makes the dream work, so obviously meme work does the same.

I’m sorry.

PRE-TIMESKIP

Mock battle! Marianne’s great and I love her and also the only healer oh god.

OKAY. I have access to New Game+ bonuses. What do I do first?

Immediately crank the Professor Level stat to max to avoid ever having to run short of activity points again.

Next, raise all skills I can’t easily get to at least Rank D+. HEAVY ARMOR IN PARTICULAR.

Third: Boost supports with people whose support ranks are an absolute pain in the ass to earn. Lookin’ at you, Rhea.

Also, put glasses on Byleth (named “Yuri” for this playthrough). Glasses are the bomb. I am the evil genius.

LEVEL GRINDING TIME.

It’s a lot harder with Blacksmith access being story-locked, but I can do this!

As a direct result, every single battle after this point is a complete curbstomp in my favor. Because the grind don’t stop.

I broke a lot more weapons than last time, though.

I will befriend Leonie and Ferdinand if it’s the last fucking thing I do. I will befriend everyone, and I will not get timeskip-locked out of supports! >:(

Ferdinand was my first recruit. Oh dear.

Okay, there are like five born cavaliers in this game. Leonie, Ferdinand, Lorenz, Sylvain, and I guess Dimitri if you’re on the right route.

Last time, Sylvain was a great paladin and a decent Dark Knight before he started getting one- or two-stat level ups for like thirty levels. Similarly, Dimitri was great until all his ultra-secret-awesome promotions didn’t use a fucking horse.

Contrast Leonie who, despite sitting out 99% of the game out of spite from me getting locked out of her support chain, went to endgame with a ten-level deficit and still rocked.

Ferdinand didn’t count since I failed to recruit him last time and he died. These two facts are directly related.

I didn’t use Lorenz at all; I recruited him to keep from having to kill him later.

This time, Lorenz straight-up sucks, Sylvain did the terrible level dance for like the entire game, and Dimitri’s not recruitable.

Contrast, again, Leonie. Her support chain with the player character is hot garbage, but she plowed through most of the game as a mainstay of my team and made it to Bow Knight first out of anyone.

Bernadetta and Ashe as Bow Knights don’t even come close to being as durable as she is, except for Ashe’s absolutely bananas Resistance. 29?! WHY?!

And Ferdinand is also awesome. His only real weak point is Resistance, but he doesn’t need it. He dodge-tanks everything, is faster than Leonie, and has two Saints’ relics he unknowingly stole from Seteth.

He still talks in MLA format, though.

I started putting off recruiting people so I wouldn’t have to level-grind them up to par with the rest of my team.

But if these people wanna join, of course I’m saying yes.

Lord Lonato’s rebellion and Miklan yoinking the Lance of Ruin feel way less relevant on a Golden Deer playthrough than on a Blue Lions one. None of the Herd really know who the hell these people are.

I say that despite having already recruited Sylvain for this playthrough and deploying him in the relevant level. He wasn’t treated as there by the game’s preamble cutscenes.

At least the Holy Mausoleum stuff feels more...handled? Claude actually asks questions about rebellion and about the “assassination plot,” where Dimitri didn’t really.

OKAY SO there’s this whole plot thing where Flayn goes missing for a month. With the Blue Lions, this is handled like a manhunt. Dimitri’s seriousness about the issue rubs off on everyone except Sylvain, and Felix actually correctly identifies the culprit almost instantly. He doesn’t know he’s done it, though, because basically everyone is just throwing out accusations. Manuela is the real MVP.

CONTRAST THE DEER. The very first meeting reads like a Scooby Doo episode, when they’re piling up clues and throwing out suggestions like the gang of goofball teenagers they are. Claude’s got this group running like Persona 4′s Investigation Team. None of them are jaded or frantic, they’re just doing this.

Why did Rhea entrust the investigation to a herd of teenagers.

Anyway, the rest proceeds as usual.

I don’t know why the game tries to drop the same set of hints for each route. “OoooowoooooOOOOoooo, your house leader might be the FLAME EMPEROR.”

The Flame Emperor wears heels. And is still too short to be either Claude or Dimitri. Especially Dimitri. Who the fuck let this kid get so tall.

The only real result of all this bullshit is that my wyvern-riding sniper of doom is not available during the first map where Yuri personally beat the Death Knight into the ground.

Which, by the by, was hilariously cathartic.

It doesn’t exactly matter, since the only unit who can make real use of the Dark Mage and Dark Bishop classes is unrecruitable, but bragging rights.

Remire Village’s drama is about as bad while playing as the Golden Deer. One of the foreshadowing cutscenes, though is excellent:

Claude actually finds a book that depicts The Immaculate One before its debut, only to have it confiscated by Seteth and learn that it wasn’t a library book at all; it belonged to “Tomas.” Like, all of his suspicions--which he shares with the player--start lining up. Censorship! Monsters! Sword of the Creator! What the hell is going on here??

Dimitri’s version of the cutscene involves him being caught investigating Lord Arundel by the player and Sothis. Which--since his route doesn’t meaningfully deal with the Morlocks faction aside from steamrolling them as incidental opponents--seems kinda useless.

Kicked the Death Knight into submission again out of spite.

Sylvain was useful! Mostly because I had him sit there and distract the incidentals while Claude and Lysithea cleaned house, but still!

Claude is the only lord character who seems to understand that the transforming Morlock faction probably needs to be taken more seriously. For the remainder of Part One, no one does so.

Rhea you’ve got some ‘splainin to do.

Marianne’s my team’s dancer this time. She’s a sweetheart. She seemed happy to be asked and to pursue the lessons, and being able to use Physic is a good trait in someone who’s nearly always going to be waaaaay behind the rest of the group.

Dad-stabbing happened.

Again.

Boop boop Solon’s dead.

Again.

Dear diary: I learned the definition of irony and set the Flame Emperor on fire.

I kid.

But Claude took her out in one completely overpowered shot, because crits are a thing, Flame Emperor class skills don’t reduce damage enough to survive it, and his Dex stat is through the fucking roof. And he was on a wyvern at the time because fuck it, why not.

Claude’s reaction to all of this is a minor letdown compared to the fully-rendered cutscene in the last route.

This would become something of a trend--taking out OP bosses with unexpected critical hits.

I didn’t expect to like Lorenz and now I do. How.

This is hilarious simply because he seems to be the only character that Mercedes hates. What the fuck, man.

Once again, Edelgard invades! Once again, I drop someone unexpected on her head!

Not really. It was Yuri.

Yuri does the timeskip shuffle and we’ll see everyone again after a nap.

FIVE YEARS LATER.

Aw, Claude was waiting for Yuri to show up. Adorable.

The post-meetup fight is actually harder than it was in the BL route, despite excessive level-grinding. This is due to three factors:

Claude is automatically on a wyvern, meaning that he has inherent class vulnerability to archers on a map with at least five of them. And less range than they did, for some fucking reason.

Lorenz and Ignatz started out on the same corner of the map and both of them are shitty offensive units who could barely kill a mage between them. (Neither of Ignatz’s offensive stats cracked 20 for another thirteen levels.)

I don’t have Ashe and his personal skill Locktouch, and nobody started with a Chest Key or Door Key, which meant I had to keep various enemies alive long enough to steal all of their stuff. And the enemy item drops came up one short of the number of chests on the map. I want my stuff, dammit.

LET’S MAKE A SCENE.

Randolph, as a boss in Verdant Wind, did not get any better at figuring out when he’s outmatched. Therefore, I killed him with Raphael again.

At least he straight-up died this time.

Claude didn’t even get to set the damn place on fire.

Ingrid is turning out to be way better of a unit this time than she was last time. She’s a little slower, but a lot stronger.

FELIX, WHERE THE FUCK WAS ALL THIS STRENGTH HIDING LAST TIME. YOU’RE TEN POINTS AHEAD OF THE GUY WHO HAS STORY-BASED SUPER STRENGTH.

AND SPEED.

Iiiiiiiiit’s JUDITH!

She only shows up on one map in the entire Azure Moon route, and that’s a damn shame. She’s so cool in Verdant Wind.

A lord-class character who isn’t also a Lord! WOO!

Also her spies are better than anybody’s apparently.

I am choosing to believe that because Ingrid’s family is related to Judith’s, her badassery in this route is the direct result of meeting her distant cousin and absorbing badass radiation.

There’s something funny about having to pull one over on Lorenz’s dad to get anything done. The Great Bridge falls not to power, but Claude baiting Count Gloucester’s entire army to be somewhere else. (FEAR THE DEER.)

As a result, Ladislava dies alone. (As opposed to taking Ferdinand with her due to plot shenanigans.)

Lysithea and Ferdinand’s paralogue was really quite sad, for all that the only named guy who died was deeply unsympathetic. Ferdinand’s dad was an asshole, but he wasn’t the asshole for this particular scenario, and now both of his parents are gone. :(

Felix...hasn’t heard from his dad in a while. Worrying.

Oh, and Caspar’s uncle is still dead, in case we were keeping track of that.

Dorothea’s happier with Ferdinand alive. She did an impression of the Gatekeeper. :3

Gronder Field! FUCK.

I delayed playing this chapter for two solid days because I already knew what was gonna happen. Specifically: Edelgard gets injured and evacuated, and Dimitri drops of exhaustion just in time to get run through like ten times by the Emperor’s rearguard.

I eventually got my shit together enough to do the thing.

Marianne, Raphael, and Ferdinand went after the Kingdom army first. Leonie and Felix hung back and then reinforced them after taking out the archer on the central hill.

Claude killed everyone in the center of the map, which meant Edelgard set the entire hill on fire and if Bernadetta had not been recruited she would’ve burned to death there on the spot.

Ahem.

I sent Yuri to clear the entire left side of the map by herself.

She succeeded.

Raphael KO’d Dimitri with a luck Gauntlet crit, got blasted down to half health by a Warlock, then plunked ineffectually at Dedue until Marianne used her Levin Sword to sort him out.

Ferdinand killed everyone else on that side of the map.

Claude once again got the kill on Edelgard with a lucky crit, after Yuri had killed everyone else (up to and including the Demonic Beasts) single-handedly.

And then the plot moved on. Hilda’s account of Dimitri’s death was awful, Dedue’s reaction was worse, and off we go to punch Edelgard’s teeth in.

Again.

Annette’s dad is probably dead now.

Felix’s, too.

(I THOUGHT WE WERE DONE WITH THE DAD-STABBING.)

FOOOOOORT MERCEUS.

No matter how many times I think about it, Claude’s Almyran army reinforcements only make so much sense. How the hell and fuck did he manage to sneak an entire foreign army across a whole country to help with one battle?

But hey, they’re here, and Claude almost admitted the reason why he could do that. And the arrow greeting between him and Nader was cool.

(Spoiler: On top of being the Alliance’s leader, he’s also the crown prince of Almyra!)

The Death Knight had the gall to run from my army.

Yuri punched his ticket for the third time, which was not the charm.

And then Fort Merceus took an intercontinental ballistic missile and suddenly defeating the fort’s garrison feels a lot less triumphant.

Spot the miscolored eyes in this cutscene!

Welp. Fuck it, we’re off to Enbarr. Time to also punch Hubert this time! What a change of pace.

Eyyy, it’s the Enbarr map. I totally forgot to bring Seteth and Flayn along to check out the opera house, despite a whole bunch of characters talking about how they totally wanted to check that place out at some point. No room for deadweights in a map that has SO MANY ARCHERS.

Managed to get the special dialogue between Ferdinand and Hubert, and now I’m sad again.

Killed Hubert with Claude.

And because this is a two-part map, we immediately run off to chase down Edelgard. Due to the player army not doing a really weird 180 in the middle of the plot to kick Cornelia out of Fhirdiad, she didn’t have time to turn into a giant demonic thing! She just has WAY TOO MANY MAGES.

Strategy: Forget what Door Keys are, split the team by Avoid rating, and go to town.

Claude nearly died thanks to a critical mass of Gremories and Mortal Savants (and still, what the fuck is that name), but Dedue-as-guest-character didn’t, so I count that as a win! His defense was so high that the Giant Demonic Beast couldn’t even scratch him.

Claude, Petra, and Ingrid all having Alert Stance as a skill means dodge-tanking is hilariously easy.

Also, Ingrid was supposed to just take a chunk out of Edelgard’s HP bar for the final assault and ended up crit-killing her on the first attack. With a bog-standard silver lance.

Weird as the situation turned out, I guess that means one of Dimitri’s friends really did avenge him after saying they would. Even if Dedue was the only one who had a special cutscene about it.

We rescued Rhea! And the characters being happy about it doesn’t mean I’m happy about it. I want answers, same as Claude, and being forced to RP Yuri being oh so worried about Rhea’s safety felt incredibly disingenuous.

Claude actually yells at her over the “...” she seems to think is an explanation. THE TIME FOR SECRETS IS PAST.

WHY DID ALL THIS SHIT HAPPEN.

WE’VE BEEN AT WAR FOR FIVE YEARS.

A WHOLE BUNCH OF PEOPLE DIED HORRIBLY FOR BASICALLY NOTHING.

Incidentally, this is why I didn’t end up playing Edelgard’s route as planned. Her logic for kicking two other sovereign countries in the balls felt incredibly self-centered.

At least Catherine’s happy. Same with Alois and the rest of the Church crew.

They are soon going to be not as happy.

I’m filling out the ENTIRE support log before endgame. I have absolutely no idea what characters are going to end up together as a direct result.

The last conversation? Seteth and Manuela’s A+ support!

Because so many of the support conversations are romantic at A/A+ level, I guess we’ve managed to turn this ragtag army into a polyarmory.

Oh boy, Thales sure is a sore loser.

I say, as though I didn’t kill EVERYONE he knew over the course of an hour and also split his skull open under Seteth’s axe. His racism would have keeled his ass over before death set in.

That sure is a ICBM.

GOD DAMMIT RHEA, THERE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A Q&A SESSION AFTER THIS.

WHY DOES EVERYONE WHOSE JOB IS EXPOSITION UP AND DIE.

Meanwhile: THE UBER-DEAD PEOPLE.

Claude, your route is batshit. What is this genre anymore?!

I wanna point out that, despite seeing Rhea/Seiros do the dragon thing, the player character never told Claude what the fuck that was about. I feel like one of the first things I would have done after the class reunion would be going, “By the by, did anyone else notice the fucking dragon?!” WHO IS ALSO THE POPE???

Bah.

ANYWAY. Looooong-overdue exposition time!

I notice that Rhea didn’t out Seteth or Flayn, which was nice of her.

Claude, she can turn into a fucking dragon. I don’t think immortality is that far from being plausible.

GOD DAMMIT NEMESIS, CAN YOU FUCK OFF FOR TEN MORE MINUTES.

Uuuuuuugh fine, fuck everything, I’m putting your head on a pike.

CLAUDE, THE SWORD OF THE CREATOR LOOKS LIKE A SPINE.

OF COURSE IT’S MADE OF BONES. A BUNCH OF THE HEROES’ RELICS MOVE ON THEIR OWN!

The frantic music is not helping.

Time to kill a bandit king.

“My flabber is completely gasted by now.” Okay, that made me laugh.

Nemesis’s boss mechanic is pretty neat. To kill him at all, you need to kill all of the minibosses in the level and take down his friendship-based-plot-armor.

Or it would be, if I didn’t already make a habit of steamrolling everyone else on the field before tackling the boss at the end.

CUTSCENE.

Cutscene lesson: “Fuck honor duels.” It’s time for CHAIN SWORD LIMBO.

Claude, your bow shoots LASERS. SINCE WHEN.

Also getting kicked across the field by a dude twice his size didn’t seem to actually affect his mood much.

Awww, Yuri smiles now. Adorable. :D

AND THAT’S A WRAP.

Pairings: Yuri/Sothis (mostly to get them out of the way and see what everyone else would do), Claude/Petra, Raphael/Marianne, Catherine/Shamir, Lorenz/Mercedes, Ashe/Annette, Felix/Sylvain (bad end; the former straight up disappears), Seteth & Flayn wander off, Manuela/Dorothea, Lysithea/Linhardt (again), Leonie/Ignatz, Ferdinand/Bernadetta, Caspar/Hilda, and a couple of people are alone. Cyril gets to actually be a student after the story’s done, though!

Whew, that was fun. Gonna mix up the pairs a bit next time I play through the endgame and see what happens.

#fire emblem three houses #Lang plays Fire Emblem: Three Houses #Lang Plays #spoilers #long post #fire emblem

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emikvs · 5 years

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﹤𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙰 𝙺𝙾𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚂𝚄, 𝚂𝙷𝙴 / 𝙷𝙴𝚁, 𝙲𝙸𝚂 𝙵𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙴﹥; * - hello EMIKO " EMI " SATO. long time no see. i know a lot about you. like how you're TWENTY ONE, how you're a CLASSICS major, and in fact.. how you LIE AND TELL EVERYONE YOU STUDIED ABROAD FOR A YEAR WHEN YOU WERE ACTUALLY IN REHAB. would be a shame if it got out, wouldn't it ? so let's play a game. 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚃𝙷 𝙾𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙴 ?

*itzy vc* hey hey hey ! SDBJWBDJW what’s up......its xan aha ... this is gonna be the biggest mess ever ...just winging it as i go. and u know what ? thats on on brand babey ! lets get it ...TW: drug use/mention, accidents/hospitalization ( just in case)

backstory

virginia born and raised babey ! she’s the youngest of five siblings and ...it shows. SJDBJWBDJW growing up would have been pretty chaotic had it not been for the fact that her dad was a pretty well-respected police officer in their town ! him & her mom were high school sweethearts which made no damn sense to emiko considering they’re still happily married...the concept just seems fake to her </3

while her parents had a lot of mushy love for each other, when it came to their kids they opted to take a more emotionally distanced kind of parenting style bc they didnt wanna like spoil their kids or anything but.....it wasnt exactly the best plan ! emi and all her siblings just learned to be very good liars JDSBWBDJW as kids with strict parents do

being the youngest emi took a while to get into her rebellious phase. for a while she’d just watch her older siblings sneak out and party and do walks of shame and all that jazz...and while she was always down to help them get out of trouble none of them ever really trusted her ? since she was the baby they figured she’d be the most likely to snitch which just made her really ///: bc she wanted to be included so bad

flash forward to senior year of high school and finally emi’s like . okay fuck this it’s MY turn ! her dad had recently decided to get into politics with some encouragement from the police chief so he was busy with his career and her mom was busy helping him. it was the perfect time to do what she wanted since it was less likely she’d get caught

so she goes to this graduation party.....and it’s BAD like she gets fucked up & carried away so she calls her oldest sister ( who had come back into town for emi’s graduation ) to come pick her up & on the way to get emi from this house party, her sister ends up getting into an accident

she didn’t die though JSBJDSBBWJDBWJDBJWDW just broke some stuff and ended up needing surgery ): and emi obviously got busted that night by her parents which ... wasnt pretty at all especially bc they low key blamed her for her sister’s accident which just made emi feel like pure shit babey !

visiting her sister in the hospital is what kinda sparked her fear of hospitals ! bc emi was like super guilty and paranoid that maybe her sister was gonna die or her surgery would go wrong and she’d essentially be at fault...it was just a lot of anxiety that turned into a genuine phobia of hospitals after that

but her sister made it she was okay and her dad used all the buzz and tragedy around his family to kinda boost his political career....which was ugly. her sister had been prescribed some pretty heavy pain killers for the pain & thats where things got.....messy

emi isnt sure when exactly it started but between the guilt she was harboring over her sister’s accident, the stress from her parents as her dad got further and further into virginia politics as well as college anxiety since she was about to start at the universoty of virginia.....she stole some oxy and thats what started what would be a very messy and tumultuous addiction

as soon as she started college, emi felt as if some of the weight had been lifted. she was living away from her family for the first time and dorming so she promised herself she’d take these four years to grow and figure out who she is......except that didnt exactly happen. instead of exploring herself in a healthy way, emi was using drugs as a sort of escapism from her “old” self. she’s extremely smart and she loves her major, but her professors would often comment her papers had the energy of a “rambling and troubled mind”. by the time she was about to finish her sophomore year she was getting so high people would find her literally passed out in the dining hall. but no one was that worried bc for a good two years, she was a pretty high functioning addict.

cue the summer after sophomore year when emi overdoses at a party. she woke up in a private hospital room with only her father sitting on the couch, the look on his face something she’ll never forget. while him and her mother knew exactly what happened to emi, they hadn’t told any of her siblings. or anyone at all, for that matter. instead her dad had informed the university emi would be taking a year off to privately study abroad and told emi that’s what she was going to tell people bc he’d just decided to run for mayor ! he essentially guilt-tripped her into thinking telling people the truth would be a selfish act, and one that would basically ruin the family reputation and make everyone really miserable JSDWDBWBDJW he also tells her she’s gonna be shipped off to rehab !

so she goes to rehab for a good seven months. everyone at school thinks she’s studying abroad in italy, and emi is literally just counting the days til she can go back home to her dorm bc she’s lonely !!! in rehab !!! and she gets that she should take it seriously but shes just so mad at her dad and herself and the world too ig ... just some good old fashioned angst ! but she finishes rehab and her dad got elected as mayor of her hometown in virginia and shes like good for u can i go back to school please JSBDWJDBJW and he says yes

so she’s back ! ready for the universe to give her a break.....ahaha.....

personality + tidbits

so emi......my baby......she’s a strange one. she’s that bitch that’s super nerdy but in the weirdest way like the stuff she’s into is so specific and just....generally stuff literally no one else would care about but to emi it’s like holy shit this is the coolest thing in the world JSBDJWBDJWBJD she knows a little about a lot so she has the tendency to come across as pretentious if you don’t know her outside of class when in reality she’s just read one too many random facts. also weird in the sense that she’s a STRONG believer in the paranormal and in aliens and in witchcraft and stuff like that as well as believing in things that seem “logical”. it can be confusing to people who view that stuff as silly that someone so smart would be into it.

speaking of smart.....she’s a polygot which basically means she can speak a bunch of languages ! she’s self-taught, and since she’s a classics major some of her favorites to study include greek and latin ( dead language who ? ). she’s pretty chill about it though and if you wanted to learn she’d be the type that’s 100% down to teach you. she always learns the curse words first just you know....for the fun of it ! she probably has very specific “pet names” for everyone in the friend group in random languages

anyway she’s also stupid. ASDJWBDWBJDBWJDWJD i mean like in the way that she makes the most .... impulsive decisions that usually have negative consequences. she’s the type to convince herself she knows exactly what she’s then come up with the worst plan you have ever heard in your life. an example of a dumb decision emi has made ? your girl ate a pot brownie the day after she got back in her dorm after rehab bc she convinced herself it was a good way to de-stress. some other dumb decisions include various drunk tattoos ( which thankfully haven’t been too bad save for the words eat me tattooed in small font on her ass ). also owns a stick & poke gun so she’s for sure tried to tattoo friends while intoxicated despite.....not being a tattoo artist ... she’s not even an art student .... SJBDJWBDJW....but she’s very very good at convincing people to join in on her dumb antics so be weary

big on photography !!! she loves taking pictures. always that one friend who reminds you to document the moment and you get annoyed but then when you want to post a picture on insta you’re thankful she was there <3 she has the energy of like .... the dad friend when you need support JSDBWBDJWBDJW she tries to be caring but it just turns into like ... emi high off her ass putting her hand on your shoulder and being like “you know fuck it man you’re amazing” not that good at the emotional stuff like she really wants to be but she legit doesn’t know how.......kinda accidentally turned into an emo kid bc she channels her feelings though some kick ass playlists and the notes app in her iphone instead of talking to people JSBDJWBJDBWJDBJ

she’s high key struggling but she’s the type to be like no its fine this is fine life is a ride babey better hold on ! tries to keep things flirty and fresh 99% of the time but then you’ll witness the rare emi breakdown which.....involves a whole lot of tweets that will all be deleted within 24 hours and emi will in fact deny they ever existed

really a laid-back girl but the chaotic energy is there folks......she can also very easily get into her youngest child complex if she’s upset which just involves emi being a pain in the ass and everyone having to deal with it JSBDWBDJWBDJWBDJW she likes to make it hard to say no to her.....not exactly manipulative but sometimes she can get close /: not listed in her fears but she is in fact scared of genuine love and affection ! it’s like she craves it so much she’s terrified abt what will happen if she ever gets it.......so she makes sure she’s never in danger of that by never getting into anything serious.....but then at night shes like damn . kinda want a freak to hold my hand rn and tell me they love me ... JSDBWBDJWBDJWBJDWJDW it’s all fun and games.............

ok thats it im done rambling.................this is so long..............and for what !!!!! i made her more of a clown than i intended but thats okay (: JSDBJWBDWJDBWJ emi might hate clowns but im embracing them !

#╰ ♡ . 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒋𝒊 ── ooc ! ┘#what if......u read this......and plotted with me.....aha just kidding.....unless ?

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emeraldwaves · 5 years

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Title: What We Lack Part 9 Pairing: Kacchako, Deku/Melissa, Todomomo Rating: T Word Count: 3,905 Read on Ao3 Summary:

Quirkless.

They’re the last people anyone expects to have a child without a quirk.

Neither of them can fully wrap their heads around it, but Ochako knows Katsuki is struggling far more than her.

Thank you to @its-love-u-asshole for beta-ing

Full fic under the cut

"Are you nervous, sweetheart?" Ochako asked, cupping her son's cheeks.

"Nervous?" Shouhei smirked, pulling his face away from her hands. "Fuck no!"

"Shouhei!" she said, and lightly bopped him on the forehead. "Language!"

Sayuri bit her lip, watching her mother dote over her older brother. It was an important day, one Shouhei had been practicing for his whole life.

The U.A. recommendation exam.

"The twins will be there," Ochako nodded. "So at least you won't be alone-"

"Oi! None of that matters," Katsuki hissed. "He's going to pass with flying fucking colors!"

"Katsuki," Ochako growled, gritting her teeth. "Language."

"What? I can't tell my fucking son he's gonna kick ass during his goddamn exam?" Katsuki snorted, folding his arms over his chest.

"Guys. I'm gonna pass, there's nothing to worry about!" Shouhei sighed, shaking his head.

"Yeah, unless Yuuta is in his group," Sayuri finally spoke up. "Then he'll gladly step aside and let his ass get fucked!"

"Sayuri!" Ochako gasped.

"Who even invited you to come?" Shouhei asked, glaring at his sister.

"I would ask where my children got such horrible mouths from but we all know from where!" She whipped her head around to glare at Katsuki. She rubbed her forehead. "We all came here to support Shouhei."

"Yeah, yeah, Shouhei is going to pass. Like U.A. wouldn't let in the child of Ground Zero and Uravity," Sayuri snapped and turned her gaze away. Her parents’ names didn’t necessarily guarantee entrance to the school. It wasn't like U.A. hero class would ever take her even if she put her parents’ names on her application...

"Sayuri, our names don't matter. Shouhei, you're going to be great all on your own love," Ochako said, kissing his head again.

"Okay, okay," he said, pushing her away. "I really gotta get going."

"I know, I know."

"You fucking got this, kid," Katsuki smirked, punching his arm against Shouhei's, and he nodded, dashing into the school.

Sayuri let out a long breath of air. She didn't care what her mother said, their names did matter. It was why Shouhei was taking the recommendation exam instead of the regular one. She scraped her teeth across her lip; she knew their names would never help her, only hinder.

"Ooo... I'm so nervous!" Ochako bounced up and down. "I think I'm more nervous for his exam than I was for my own."

"Calm your tits," Katsuki snorted, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as he pulled her close to kiss the side of her head. "Both our kids are fucking champs," he smirked, glancing back towards Sayuri.

The last thing she felt like was a ‘champ’.

"Of course they are!" Ochako agreed, turning to smile at her daughter. "But I'm still nervous!"

Sayuri swung her hands back and forth and stepped forward, gently placing her hand on her mother's back. This day wasn't about her, it was about her brother. She probably would never have a day like this, and that was fine. She'd come to terms with her quirklessness a long time ago.

Mostly.

She wished she could attend U.A. She wished she could've been a hero right alongside her parents. She still had their action figures posed in her room and when she was a little girl, she always thought one day her and Shouhei would have figures right next to them. She supposed she could add Shou to her collection one day.

Sometimes she wondered what it must be like to have a quirk. She saw the way her father's explosions lit up the globe. She'd witnessed her mother rescuing people, moving insanely large debris with such ease. Even watching Shouhei move things around his room when she was a little girl had been thrilling.

Admittedly, she loved their quirks. She loved quirks in general, and she hated how much it sucked not to have one.

But most of all she hated the way people looked at her, especially her father. Sometimes quirks of new pro-heroes would come up at dinner, and her father would look over at her like she was some fragile creature who would start crying at even the mention of the word.

If she ever did feel the need to cry, she'd do it in her room, away from Katsuki's watchful eye.

And really when it came down to it, she was happy for her brother and she wanted him to succeed. Hell, if she became an engineer like her Auntie Melissa, she would help out heroes so much, she would almost be more important than the heroes themselves.

She prided herself on that fact. She didn't know why her father couldn't too.

Sayuri watched Katsuki's hand gently stroke down Ochako's arm, comforting her while she continued to panic about Shouhei. It wasn't that she didn't think her father was proud of her; she knew deep down she was basically his entire world.

She just never understood really why he looked at her like that.

"Okay, okay. It's silly to stand outside and wait, the exam takes a few hours. We should all go have lunch!" Ochako said, clapping her hands together, always certain not to let her pinkies touch.

Sayuri raised her eyebrow. "Are you sure you want to eat, Mom? You look really pale."

"Oh, I'm plenty used to being nauseous," Ochako said, waving her hand up and down. "Let's go."

"Idiot. I wouldn't mind treating my girls to a nice lunch." He huffed, wrapping his hand around Ochako's as he pulled her away from the school.

It was probably for the best, Sayuri didn't feel like staring longingly at the building for any longer.

Yuuta wasn't ready. He wasn't ready at all.

Next to him Shouhei bounced up and down from foot to foot, and Arata looked like he was ready to murder someone.

Last night he'd decided he'd take the exam, but now, he wanted to hightail it out of there.

When Shouto sat Yuuta down the night before, his heart sank because he knew exactly what he wanted to talk about.

"Are you sure you want to take the exam tomorrow?"

Yuuta had swallowed, unsure of how to answer his father. The last thing he wanted was to disappoint him, though he knew his father would never pressure him. His whole life his father had been nothing but supportive and calm... and yet...

He stared into Shouto's mismatched eyes, trying to stay as neutral and confident as possible.

"I..." he swallowed.

What did he want?

"Yuuta... your mother and I want you to be happy, above all else," Shouto said. "No one is forcing you to attend U.A. if there is somewhere else you want to go."

"But... Arata-"

"Just because the two of you are twins, doesn't mean you have to do everything the same," he said gently.

His father's voice was always filled with so much respect for him, and Yuuta almost felt even more guilty feeling so unsure. Shouto smiled, his expression warm.

It wasn't just Arata though... Shouhei was also trying for the exam. It was a stupid reason... to want to follow Shouhei... but Yuuta loved how their hands fit together. He loved how Shouhei sometimes couldn't look him in the eye, and when he did, his cheeks got all red and embarrassed.

"No..." Yuuta had said finally. "I want to try."

But now that he stood at the starting line of the opening race, he had no idea what to do. How could his fire help him in this situation!? Shouhei could levitate himself and Arata could use his fire crystals to make something... but... what could fire do? What did his father do during this exam?! He probably used his ice... was it even the same test!?

The examiner stepped out onto the field and began to explain the rules. They couldn't help one another, the fastest times would be logged... Yuuta tried to pay attention but the asphalt in front of him kept distorting as he looked at the ground. His chest felt tight, stress and panic constricting around his heart, the muscle trying to break free of the squeezing emotions.

Maybe he was doing this for the wrong reasons? Maybe he didn't understand fully what being a hero meant, even though it was in his blood... part of his legacy. As much as his father wanted him to ignore that... it was hard to when Endeavor, Shouto and Creati were everywhere.

He couldn't do this, he couldn't. He wasn't powerful like his father, nor was he smart like his mother. Arata would be amazing... he would get into the A class, number one spot and right behind him would be Shouhei... perfect, talented, incredible Shouhei. How could Yuuta ever compete? He could imagine the whispers now...

At least Shouto and Creati have one talented son!

His parents were literal perfection and what was he exactly?!

Would he be kicked out of the family?! Would he still be a Todoroki after this!? His grandfather already looked at him as weak. It wasn't like he never overheard his father fighting with the man about leaving him and Arata alone. Endeavor was frustrated Shouto was always "babying" them.

"GO!"

The words hit him, pulling him from his daze as his hair brushed against his eyes when everyone dashed forward, leaving Yuuta standing by himself on the starting line.

"Uh, Go!" the teacher called again, and Yuuta tried to breathe. His feet felt like they melted into the ground.

He needed to move but he couldn't. In front of him he saw everyone rushing towards the finish, Shouhei propelling his body through the air, Arata skating on his crystals...

Could he even get his quirk to work?! The air felt tight...

"Todoroki Yuuta! Do you need assistance?" The voice next to him was distant, far away from where he stood on the end of the line.

He wanted to cry and collapse to the floor, his knees shaking as though they were about to give out. He slammed his eyes shut, shaking his head back and forth. He was an absolute disgrace to everyone around him.

"YUUTA!"

He opened his eyes and met with Shouhei's brown hues staring directly at him, their foreheads almost touching. He was floating, hovering ever so slightly above the ground.

"S-Shou-kun, w-what are you-"

"What the hell are YOU doing!?"

"You can't help me! We're not allowed to help each other!" Yuuta babbled, more panic rushing through his veins.

"Shut up!" Shouhei snapped and bonked his head against Yuuta's.

"O-Ow! I-I just... I can't do this Shou. I don't know why I signed up for this when I knew my quirk wasn't as good-"

Shouhei slapped his hands against Yuuta's cheeks, squishing his face between his palms. "Get moving you fuckin' idiot!"

Shouhei pulled back and swung his finger back and forth, moving his body forward.

Had Shouhei really just jeopardized his own exam to help him!? Did he really turn around just to try and get Yuuta to move? It didn’t make any sense. Shouhei could’ve potentially been number one, and he risked that for him!?

He took a deep breath; he couldn't let Shouhei down. He let the blue flames curl around his arms, the air cool around him. He needed to focus on heating the flames up to push himself forward. He could do it. He'd seen his father and grandfather use their flames with such ease... and though his was different... he knew he had it in himself to at least make it to the end of this race.

He focused his body heat towards his arms, pushing them behind him as he shot forward, leaving a trail of blue flames behind him. With how fast he moved, he soared over the raceway and the finish line, not even finishing last.

Arata stood at the end, arms folded, glaring. Was he mad? Did he think Yuuta was a fool? Probably all of the above...

"Yuu, you big dumb idiot!" Shouhei laughed and wrapped his arms around Yuuta's head, pulling him into his chest. "You're so fucking strong, what the hell were you thinking moron?"

"I... I'm sorry Shou..." Yuuta breathed, looking down at the ground. "Y-You probably won't pass because I... did so horribly...I know I definitely won't pass..."

"You don't know what they grade on!" Shouhei said, trying to reassure him. He always tried to reassure Yuuta when he was too far in his own mind.

"I doubt I'll win points for being frozen at the starting line..."

Arata clicked his tongue and walked away from both of them, heading towards the designated locker area.

Yuuta bit his lip and sighed. "And Arata is mad for some reason... great..." He puffed out his cheeks.

"Isn't Arata always fuckin' mad?" Shouhei snorted, rolling his eyes.

"Not... always," Yuuta said, but more often than not as of late. Something was most likely bothering his brother, but he had yet to talk to Yuuta about it.

"Whatever. You're not giving up on the rest of the test right? We gotta get ready for the combat and written portions," Shouhei said excitedly, obviously unfazed by his potential point deduction.

Yuuta sighed, even with Arata mad, he had to at the very least finish out the rest of this exam. He owed that much to Shouhei, and he prayed he didn't hurt any of their chances.

"The written exam was the hardest part," Shouhei whined once they all sat in the car, heading back towards their house.

"OI! Did you study everything I fuckin' told you to!?" Katsuki snapped, keeping his eyes on the road.

"I'm sure he did," Ochako said, shaking her head at her husband.

"Oh that's rich coming from you. Your mother is lucky she passed some of our written exams in high school. If I hadn't fuckin' tutored her-"

"I would've had someone else do it! Like Deku-kun or Tenya-kun or Shouto-kun or-"

"Shaddup!" Katsuki yelled, clenching the steering wheel even harder. "It was me who ended up saving your ass!"

"Oh, my hero!" she giggled, turning around to laugh with both of her children.

"I did study," Shouhei said. "But there was so much to remember," he sighed. "I don't have Sayuri's freaky brain!"

"Hey! I'm just smart, not freaky!" she snapped, folding her arms over her chest. "Sucks to actually have to study."

"Maybe your quirk is actually that you're freakishly smart," Shouhei teased.

"Yeah," Sayuri said, her voice growing quiet for a moment. "I think I just work harder than you, idiot!"

"I've been training every goddamn day!" Shouhei snapped, glaring at his sister.

"Alright you two," Ochako sighed. "Let's calm down."

Neither of them wanted to frustrate their mother anymore than they already had. Instead, Shouhei leaned back.

"Who knows, I might not even get in because I helped Yuuta during the race," Shouhei shrugged, looking out the window.

"...What?" Ochako asked quietly, a hint of panic in her voice. She always tried to hide it, but they could always tell when their mother was feeling nervous. "What do you mean?"

"He thought with his dick instead of his head," Sayuri snorted.

"Sayuri-!"

"Fuckin' hell Sayuri! We're not doing anything like that!" Shouhei yelled.

"Not yet!" she teased. "We all know you have a crush on him!"

"No I don't!"

"Enough!" Ochako yelled loudly. "It doesn't matter if Shouhei has a crush or not! What matters is what happened?!"

"They told us we weren't allowed to help each other... y'know like... cheating with each other’s quirks. But when they said to go, Yuuta didn't move from the starting line. I got worried so... I went back and told him to move his ass. Technically I didn't break the rules..."

"Aw sweetheart... that was very kind of you to help Yuuta when he froze," Ochako said. "Heroic even, right Katsuki?"

"Yeah," he muttered, tapping his thumb against the steering wheel. "I don't know why you got a thing for Icy Hot's kid but-"

"Katsuki!" Ochako groaned. "It's not about that. Shouhei helped someone when they were in need. I'm sure U.A. won't look at is as breaking the rules since your help didn't involve either of your quirks."

He always dreamed about going to U.A., any other schools didn't seem as enticing as his parents’ alma mater. He wanted to be as amazing as both of his parents and he hoped U.A. would take a chance on him.

"Yeah," Shouhei muttered, "that's kind of what I'm banking on... Guess we'll find out when the letter comes."

"So!" Momo smiled, placing down the plates in front of both of her sons. "Tell us all about it! How did it go?!"

Both boys stayed silent, looking at their food.

"That well, huh?" Shouto chuckled. "It can't have been that bad. Both of you are working so hard."

"Apparently the recommendation exam is a bit easier than the general one," Momo said.

"I don't know about that, love," Shouto chuckled. "I think you were always just very smart."

"Possibly," she hummed, taking a seat at the table. "But enough about our exam, we want to hear about yours."

"Arata did great-" Yuuta began softly, gently moving some of the rice on his plate.

"Shut up, Yuuta," Arata hissed.

"Boys..." Shouto murmured, not wanting them to fight again.

"Alright," Momo said, looking at both of them. "What is going on?"

"I... I might have..." Yuuta bit his lip, his cheeks flushed. He was holding something back, and the longer he stayed quiet the more worried Momo grew.

"Yuuta fucked it up," Arata snapped.

"Arata, language!" Momo scolded, shaking her head at the boy. "What happened, Yuuta?" she asked gently.

"...During the race portion... the teacher called out for us to start but I... I didn't. Shouhei ended up coming back to the start and snapping me out of it but I..."

"You could've cost Shouhei-kun, you, and me entrance to the school!" Arata yelled.

Yuuta immediately frowned. "What does this have to do with you, Arata?! You were one of the first to finish and you know you aced the other two sections! I only hurt me and Shou-kun!"

"We're twins! If you do things wrong, they're going to assume I suck too!"

"Arata... that's not how it works," Shouto said softly. "They look at you as two different people."

"You don't know that! You're not a twin! They're already judging us based on you two!" Arata said, gesturing to his parents. "And now I've got an idiot brother who can't even start when they tell him to!"

"Arata!" Shouto hissed.

"I promise you, Arata... they wouldn't judge you based on us or your brother. They're judging you based on your talents and skills," Momo said softly. Concern filled her eyes as she reached next to her to touch his arm. "There's no reason to be so angry..."

"This has been my dream!" he yelled, pulling away from Momo. He clenched his hands into fists against his legs. "I've been training to get into U.A. my whole life!"

"Arata," Shouto frowned, "No one said you weren't going to get in. This is about Yuuta."

"Isn't it always?" he hissed. He stood up, pushing his chair out. "I will carry on the Todoroki legacy, not Yuuta!"

He slapped his chopsticks down, storming off to this room as they heard the door slide shut with a loud slam. Momo swallowed, looking towards Shouto. She could see his fists clench, his shoulders trembling. The Todoroki legacy... it was an idea Endeavor often touted, though Shouto worked hard to keep the boys away from any sort of negative thinking like that. Momo and Shouto didn't care what their boys chose to do, as long as they were happy... and yet, for some reason Arata felt a burning need to do exactly what Shouto never wanted either of their boys to do; continue a legacy.

"I think... Arata needs some space..." Shouto muttered.

"I-I'm sorry..." Yuuta said quietly.

"Oh sweetheart," Momo smiled sadly. "There's nothing to be sorry about. I'm sure you didn't ruin anyone's chance of getting into the school," she continued.

"Definitely not Arata's... but I'm not sure about Shouhei's and mine..." he said. "I'm pretty sure I'm not going to get in after that."

"Don't worry. Shouhei didn't use his quirk to help get you to start. I doubt they'll take it into account," she said.

"Tch. Knowing them, they'll probably give him extra points for helping Yuu," Shouto chuckled.

"Indeed, U.A. did always do unexpected things like that. See? There's no reason to worry," Momo nodded.

"I guess," he muttered.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Momo asked. "Arata probably won't be coming back."

"I-I dunno," Yuuta said softly, swallowing. "It's really dumb. I started thinking about all the things that could go wrong and how my quirk really isn't that great and I thought I was stupid for even going to the exam..." he rambled. "My thoughts just... spiraled."

Momo smiled and gently touched his shoulder. "I used to do that too... it's hard to push past your brain when your thoughts are so loud, isn't it?"

Yuuta nodded.

"I'm glad Shouhei was able to help you," Momo said, giving his shoulder a squeeze.

"You shouldn't think so poorly of yourself, Yuuta. Your quirk is very powerful," Shouto nodded. "I think you should wait until the letters arrive before you count yourself out."

"Probably," he said and picked up his plate, walking to the kitchen. "I'm... going to save this for later. I'm not really hungry," he said quietly, bowing his head to both of them. "Sorry Mother."

"We already said you have nothing to be sorry for," she smiled, "get some rest if that's what you need."

Yuuta slowly walked down the hall, leaving Shouto and Momo alone at the table. Immediately Shouto placed his hand on his forehead, shaking his head back and forth. "I... I don't know what to do about Arata..."

"You should talk to him... he's obviously very upset."

"Did you hear what he said?" he whispered. "Has he been secretly talking to my father? He sounded just like him."

"I highly double that..." Momo said. "But... he did seem very strongly opinionated..."

"No kidding," Shouto sighed. "I think he needs space before I go tell him legacy isn't... important. I just want him and Yuuta to be happy, and right now it seems like Yuuta is terribly sad and lost and Arata is just... angry."

Momo reached out, lacing her fingers with Shouto's. "It's not your fault... think about how frustrating being a teenager was for us."

"I know..." he muttered, but then raised his eyebrow at her. "Was it frustrating for you?" he chuckled. "You always seemed so poised and put together... well minus when you would get in your head. Seems Yuuta stole that from you."

"I know... I'll have to give him tips on how to break out of that awful cycle..." she sighed.

"It seems we both have to talk to our boys," Shouto said, brushing his thumb over Momo's fingers.

"I know. I worry for when those letters come... I hope they both get in."

Shouto glanced down the hallway towards their rooms. "Me too."

#kacchako #todomomo #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #BNHA #yaoyorozu momo #uraraka ochako #boku no hero academia #future AU #OC kids #what we lack #kacchako has a quirkless daughter

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mwolf0epsilon · 5 years

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DBH - Mod Job

I was honestly a bit lost on who to write about next, before @british-hero suggested I write about how Dakota met Val. So here you go, a look at the lovely Dakota and how she blossomed into the beautiful woman she is.

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She doesn't quite remember when it really hit her, but Dakota always knew something just wasn't right about her situation.

You'd think it odd than an android wouldn't be able to remember such important details like that, that went against their base programming and made them outliers of a normal standard of quality, but really when you're a deviant you find that there's a margin for error when retaining memories.

Especially ones that just made her feel...Wrong.

She served a small household, bought to be the emotional and sexual partner of a single father. He'd just recently come out as a homosexual, despite having been married for a couple of years and having a young daughter.

Naturally this hadn't gone down well with his wife and they'd gotten a divorce, with Mr. Crane keeping full custody of their daughter.

And then he'd bought her...And that's where the issue began.

Because at the time of her purchase, Dakota hadn't been aware of her plight.

At the time she didn't even know she was female.

CX100s were a step up from the formulaic domestic androids. They'd come out around the same time as AP700s, specializing in different aspects of a life within a household.

While the AP700s were meant to maintain a house and helping a family, CX100s were meant to be more. They were meant to be partners for those who sought the more compliant nature of an android, satisfying both ends of an intimate relationship.

Their female counterpart models, the BL100, were designed to do the very same thing with the one minor difference being the gender presented and the accessories that came with them.

When Hugo Crane bought Dakota, he wanted to explore his newly discovered sexual preference, so he'd gone for the CX100 model.

He'd called her David, and that's when the first cracks started forming in the red wall that kept her from grimacing.

Really it wasn't his fault that he'd chosen the wrong android, and Dakota did feel bad for him… But that changed when he'd begun being more demanding with her performance.

His daughter, Patricia, was less of an unpleasant company and, as a result, Dakota had gravitated towards her.

“David, can you help me with my hair?”

“Certainly…” he'd sat down with her and picked up a brush and a few bobby pins, stopping when she'd given him a pair of scissors instead.

“I want you to cut it, not style it.” She'd instructed.

Patricia had very long hair that she'd grown out for four years. She kept it nicely trimmed and silky soft, and it had been alarming that she'd just want to get rid of it all of a sudden.

“You're thinking.”

“Oh...I'm just, why would you want to cut it?” She'd asked, unsure of if she should proceed as ordered or not. It had gotten very hard to comply to certain orders since the cracks had begun forming.

“I don't like it anymore.” Patricia replied, watching Dakota intently before turning around and sitting down. “You know, your light goes yellow when you're thinking.”

“I'm an android, I don't think.” She'd replied as she'd begun a deed she did not like. It felt bad cutting such lovely locks because of a sudden change of opinion.

“But you do. And there's a lot of them that think that have been showing up on the news...I know you're like that too, but only just figuring it out.” The girl paused “Like dad.”

“...Yes, like Mr. Crane.”

Dakota was careful with each precise cut, making sure to not butcher the girl's hair.

“A boy at school kept pulling on it.”

Dakota paused.

“He said I'm too much of a tomboy to have nice hair. That if I liked sports and playing rough I'd get my hair yanked a lot and that I'd cry because I'm a girl…” she was trying to be nonchalant about it, but Dakota knew she was upset.

“It's stupid that a girl can't like boy things just because she has pretty hair.”

“Yes...I suppose it is.”

“It's also stupid that you pretend it's ok when we call you David.”

She didn't answer, instead giving Patricia a mirror so she could have a look at her hair.

She'd bobbed it for her. It didn't look half bad.

“I don't know what to do about it...Mr. Crane bought a male partner, that's what I must be for him.”

“Says who? Your instruction manual?”

“Well...Yes?” The cracks spiderwebbed up the wall, and Dakota felt ill.

“Well fuck that.”

“Patricia!”

“What, it's true! You're not happy here, and there's a lot of androids out there that ran away to be happy...To be themselves!” the girl insisted. “It's not fair you have to hide.”

“But I have to…”

“No you don't!”

And the wall broke.

Each chunk of shattered code disintegrated and Dakota could think clearer than day.

She could agree.

“Dakota.”

“Uh?”

“...I like the name Dakota.”

And the girl, with her newly cut hair, smiled widely and helped her pack up a few essentials before the CX100 ran into the streets without looking back.

She remembers meeting Val. That memory is much clearer than her first instances of hating her dead name.

The young latina girl seeks her out, which is the oddest part of their encounter. She later learns Patricia sent the modder an anonymous request through some online username she'd made up on the spot, while her father reported Dakota as missing property.

“So, I got an interesting email saying a chick named Dakota just turned deviant and was in need of some help.” The girl clicked her tongue “I'll say, I was expecting an AX400...Color me impressed sugar, never did meet an android who wanted to transition.”

The cheap wig and baggy clothes probably weren't fooling anyone...Well honestly yes, they really didn't do much for her.

She looked male in all of the senses and she'd been at her wits end to make herself just feel right.

Blessed be that wonderful little girl to send her conserns to such a...crass guardian angel…

With nothing to lose, Dakota followed her to her apartment.

“It's no five star hotel, but it's yours if you wanna hang out until further notice. Shits going wild out there...Fuckin military's been patrolling the streets and hunting deviants like they're wild animals…” Val explained as she took out her keys “They want us to evacuate, but nana Agnes told the prick who's been badgering our building to eat shit and die. None of us have money to go across the border.”

“And you have money to...Help me?” She'd asked, uncertain.

“Baby girl, it ain't just Jericho going out looting stores. Modder community is flipping it's shit because it's basically the Purge out there!” The girl hollered as she unlocked the door. “After dark, fuck the law! I got deviants up my anus asking for new faces so they can leave this city while it burns, so I gotta provide.”

Dakota looked around at the basement floor apartment. It was basically all one room, with at least one closed door leading to what she could only hope was a bathroom.

It was by all definitions, a shoebox full to the brim with various bits and pieces. There was also a massive dog watching TV.

“Regi we got a guest! Don't be fuckin rude!”

The dog looked up lazily before snorting and moving to a mini fridge. He gnawed at the handle before pulling it open, revealing various cans of drinks and packets of thirium, as well as leftover pizza. “Good boy!”

Dakota watched as the dog unceremoniously grabbed a packet of thirium and moved over to give it to her. The LED on its temple confirmed it was an android.

“Modded his specs myself. He's legit the smartest guy I know, Artyum is second best.”

“Artyum?”

“Fourth floor neighbor. Buys me booze and food sometimes.” She shrugged “Closest thing I got to a friend in this city. We talk engineering when we get sad and drunk, it's glorious.”

“I...Where are your parents…?”

“Dead somewhere in Mexico. Ask the jackass who deported them, I donno.”

Dakota felt something crawl in her veins that probably wasn't spoiled or contaminated blue blood.

“You're...You're all alone?”

“Nah. I got Regi, got Artie and his buddy Sergei, and I also got nana Agnes and the rest of the misfits in this shithole. We're all kinda like family so meh…” The girl seemed to be looking for something while she spoke. “And the androids I've helped. They send me messages from time to time...Bunch of runaway sweeties.”

“And you just...live off people's kindness and offer deviants illegal makeovers?”

“Pretty much.”

“No school?”

“Cyberlife fucked that up for me. Fucked a lot of my life actually…”

“...Which I take is why you're being so gracious about your...Skills?”

“Bullseye. Cyberlife wants to bitch out of this situation they made? Hell nah, I'm not letting them get a free jail pass card. We ain't playing Monopoly, we're playing Battleship and I'm sinking their flimsy freighters.” She found what she was looking for, a large clunky toolbox. “We who're with android freedom are gonna kick their corporate asses down into the grave they dug...After that's done, I'm gonna piss on it.”

“...”

“Hey, don't worry sugar. I got you. Gonna make you look hella fine too, you're definitely gonna be my greatest mod job.”

She hadn't been lying.

As crude and bitter as Val appeared, the girl and her friend Artyum were a duo of sweethearts.

Dakota could finally shed the final ties between her and her dead identity, leaving the apartment looking every bit the woman she felt she was, as most of Detroit's human population evacuated, leaving behind the androids and their hidden human supporters.

She didn't need to remember how it started. All she needed was to know her story had a happy ending.

#Eps Writes:#Fanfic #detroit become human #detroit: become human #OC Stuff #*chanting in the dark*: trans androids trans androids trans androids!!!!#honestly fuck cyberlife #if you were wondering where val's parents are then there u go i guess #artyum is less smart than a dog

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missjackil · 7 years

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One Year.... One year ago this month, I was introduced to these AMAZING gentlemen, and life has never been the same! I don’t recall the exact day it happened, but I do know it was March, 2016,

This is how it started... It was a very cold, snowy winter here in NJ last year, so my life long friend Dawn, my daughter Sarah, and I started binge watching different series on Netflix. Dawn first suggested this show Supernatural, which I had only heard of in passing a few times over the years, but she had watched since the beginning. She said I would love it, the brothers are hot, they hunt monsters and demons, delve a lot into Religion, which is a big interest of mine, I even have a degree in Theology, and am legally ordained. I checked the title on Netflix and saw it had 10 seasons available, and I said “Nah, that’s a pretty big commitment, I dont think I could stay interested in a show that long” then Dawn informed me, that it was still on the air and in season 11. Not my cup of tea, so I declined. She next suggested Nurse Jackie, which was really good, but so easy to burn through. I got the next pick and picked House MD which had been mine, and my daughter Sarah’s favorite series to date. This was a longer series than Nurse Jackie, 8 seasons instead of 7, and hour long episodes, as opposed to half hour. This took almost 2 months to get through. While watching this series again, I would keep commenting how much I loved the bromance between House and Wilson, to wish Dawn would always reply “The you will LOVE Sam and Dean!!” So since she had next pick, I agreed to give Supernatural a try. And this is what happened... *CRASH BOOM BANG <heavy flop>* “Wooooaaah easy tiger” “Dean?” Yeah, these boys are freakin adorable, and Im gonna love this bromance. I thought Dean was hot, and Sam was cute. Too young for me to think he was hot (me being 49 at the time) but I felt like the monsters and a lot of the horror was pretty lame, and sometimes even cheesy, though I did enjoy the chemistry the boys had with each other, and found Sam’s psychic visions to be an interesting element, I didn’t think I would stay interested for very long. For a while, we were only watching 2-3 episodes at a time, a couple times a week when Dawn would come over. Near the end of S1 I told her I didn’t think I wanted to continue. She asked me to PLEASE give it to the end of season 2 and if I still didnt like it, we could find something else. As promised, I did become more interested in S2. The humor was funnier, the acting got better, and the bromance was hotter, and the emotional moments were even more heart breaking. The first episode that left a really big impression on me was Born Under a Bad Sign. Until then, I knew Sam had psychic powers, and his father was worried he would turn dark, and left it on Dean’s shoulders to save him or kill him (good idea John, what the hell) and this episode was probably showing Sam go bad. I didnt want that, I liked the boys and I wanted to like both of them and not have to start thinking of Sam as evil, but he was soooooo creepy in that episode! I was so afraid he was going to rape Jo, fortunately he didn’t, but that “My daddy shot your daddy in the heeeaad” thing gave me the willies! I was so uncomfortable with this “Dark Sam” I thought maybe I couldnt continue. Dawn didnt want me to stop just yet, but didnt want to give me spoilers, she told me “Don’t worry, Sam and Dean are the GOOD guys and Sam is a REALLY good guy” so I continued. When it was discovered that Sam was possessed, I found that very interesting, I didn’t think the boys would ever succumb to the evil things, just kick their asses all the time, though I assumed theyd have their own asses kicked sometimes, I never thought the show would allow the heroes to really suffer.... boy was I wrong huh?? I recall my first noticing that Sam was hot and built like a truck, in Heart, and it was also the first time I really cried. I remember telling Dawn, I will watch it when she comes over but Im watching it on my own too, because now Im much more interested, but I also said “it’s kind of a bummer knowing the boys wont die, that will take away from the suspense and emotional moments when it’s feared they might die, and I remember her giving me this look... she said “trust me, you know nothing”. She was right ... All Hell Breaks Loose 1 & 2 had me sobbing! When Sam dies in Dean’s arms and Dean sobs into his neck, I dont think Ive ever seen such intense, realistic grief on a TV show. And then Dean goes and sells his soul for Sam!! This turned what I thought was a “My brother is my best friend” love into a “Id willingly spend eternity in fire and torment, to have one more year with my brother” love. That was a big turning point for me. I new Id watch it till the end and couldnt wait for those long days off when I could just binge all day long. Then Season 4 happened... I dont know when exactly it happened, or which episode it was, but somewhere early in S4, I discovered the most amazing thing. I woke up one day and realized I am madly in love with Sam Winchester! And to top it off, I was hopelessly addicted and obsessed with SPN! I wont give a rundown of how each season hit me, but its been a crazy, emotional, tragically painful, beautful roller coaster that I have no intentions to ever get off of. By the time I got to S9 and started seeing the episodes dwindle away, I didnt want to finish too fast, yet I wanted to keep binging, so thats when I decided to start rewatching. ration out the newer episodes so I dont finish too fast, and binge the ones Ive already seen, and Ive done that continiously since then, and that was in May. By the end of June, I had watched everything on Netflix and purchased all of S11 On Demand and just kept finishing and starting over, rinse, repeat. What I have learned... I mean no disrespect to Dean, I love him... but, if he ever says “As long as Im around, nothing bad is ever gonna happen to you” ... just RUN!! He said this to Sam in S1 and things just unraveled fast for poor Sam. I dont think there are many bad things LEFT that haven't happened to Sam, and we still have at least 2 more seasons to go!!! To me, Sam is the most beautiful, kind, selfless, brave character ever. Yet, he can be a little selfish on occasion, but if you needed any of the duct tape and safety pins that hold him together, he wouldnt think twice about giivng them to you. He is scared fairly often, but it’s never stopped him from facing any big bad monster life could hand him.Season 10 was definitely not his most attractive season (that hair?? WHAT??) and if you piss him off, he can viciously sting with his words at the very least, or be brutally lethal with his hands when need be. He is a full on nerd, but not the least bit pretentious about it. He doesnt think he is better than anyone, and maybe even not as good as most. He is brilliant, but wont ever make you feel stupid. He is the sweetest, kindest gentleman you’ll ever meet, but 100% badass as well. But most of all. he loves Dean with everything in his life. He will never leave him (again) for anyone. If he ever finds a significant other, they will have to accept him and Dean as One person. Package deal and thats it. To me, Dean is a rock. He rarely ever changes, This isn’t a bad thing. This compliments Sam, who is ever changing. Dean doesn’t live inside his head. He expresses his feelings more physically than with words, though he isnt one to mince words if you need to hear it. He’s emotional, not afraid to cry, but maybe afraid of who he allows to see it. He’s not perfect, he has made a lot of poor choices for himself and for Sam as well, but never with any ill intent (other than when influenced by a Supernatural force) He is a sweetheart, who unfortunately carries too much baggage. In Regarding Dean I feel like I met the REAL Dean that is lost under decades of pain, lossm and never ending violence. He can piss me off big time, but I forgive him because Sam does, and the most important thing in his world is Sam. There is nothing he wouldnt do, nor lines he wouldnt cross for Sam, and I believe he would give Sam anything in his power if Sam would simply ask. What I think of the side characters Cas, Crowley, Rowena, Bobby, etc.. all good characters who bring a lot of interest to the show, but none are strong enough characters to have their own storylines apart from Sam and Dean. Their side stories arent very interesting. I would watch a show that was only Sam and Dean (which is what I prefer) but I wouldnt watch a show that was only Cas or Crowley or whomever. They should support Sam and Dean and thats it, in my opinion.

What I have learned about the Fandom... Supernatural is the Holy Reaches of Heaven to them and they are Religions. Separate groups of individuals, expressing their love for the show and the characters in different ways. Some SPN religions are open and accepting, and some are vicious and hateful. Everyone gets different things from different parts of the series, but some of these religions, think their thoughts are the best and only True Canon even when sometimes, their thoughts are not canon at all. There are some fun, silly, kind loving fans in the SPN Family, and I have met a few, but Ive also seen some unnecessarily hatefull, mean spirited individuals who I cant consider family. SPN belongs to me, and it belongs to you. Take from it what you take from it... blog your blogs, go meta crazy, ship your ships, and write the shit out of fan fic... but please dont belittle and berate those who think differently. It is a ficitonal show, no one is going to go to Hell or be arrested for their views on it. If you don’t like it, dont watch it, but let those who do still love it, like myself, enjoy it while they can. Don’t go trying to hurt our feelings with “It should end!!” because someday it will, we know this, but we want it to live on for as long as J2 are happy to do it, and even then, it’s gonna hurt like the death of a loved one to see it go, so try to be more considerate okay? If you stayed to read ALL of this, You are precious to me :) and thank you!

#supernatural #1 year anniversary #many years to come

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zehamstercage · 7 years

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Whoa Tess you have a million characters how am I supposed to know any of them?

Some shitty summaries of some of my OCs below the cut. By no means a comprehensive list - I’ll probably keep adding them in the future ‘cause boy howdy there are a bunch of them.

Nija

Tiefling warlock. Current character in @mypotheses‘ Fus Ro Yeah campaign, so while I’ve worked out the bare bones of her story, most of it has yet to come to light. Self-assured but mostly keeps to herself. On a mission, which currently seems to be to Do Angry Magic to anyone who threatens (her) kids or people who can’t defend themselves. Surprised when people look out for her. Team mom and actual mom. Laughs a lot but cynical af re: the world and everyone in it. A huge liar but at least most of her lies so far have synched up with the group’s intentions so it’s all gonna work out until her patron starts asking her to do real shit. She also hasn’t had the chance to use her mask of many faces yet and that’s a crying shame.

Demi

Originally a human mercenary, but most recently reskinned as a goliath monk as a backup D&D character. His story varies a bit depending on the world he’s tossed into, but the constants include a life of crime cut short by a bullet that should have killed him, and the ensuing shift in perspective that leads him to pursue a better life for him and his younger brother, Oleander. Spiritual af but has grievances with organized religion. The kind of person who can stay serene in the face of an apocalypse, which can be somewhat unsettling because he’s also capable of extreme violence without blinking an eye. Powerfully-built, the better to give good hugs and great piggyback rides.

Ollie

Also originally a human, but reskinned as a goliath with his bro. His story also varies depending on the world, but the constants include his struggle growing up with epilepsy and a family that refuses to give him the medical or physical/emotional support he needs. He struggles with his self-esteem and needs a lot of support, but he’s doing his best and with Demi looking out for him he’s gonna do great. Grade A sweetheart, does his best to make everyone around him smile and make sure no one feels excluded or lonely - he knows those feelings well and would do anything to spare someone else from feeling them. 11/10 doing his best.

Mal

Human engineer. Also, murderer. Just wants to be left alone with his wife, but life has other plans for him. Nicknames literally everyone. Can figure out how pretty much anything works by taking a little time with it. Loves to tinker, loves to build things. Works himself to the bone so he doesn’t have to sit alone with his guilty conscience. Makes really good coffee but can’t cook for shit, except for a few meals which include insects. A good chameleon dad. A good dad in general. Liable to adopt ALL the children. Refuses to work for free, but has been known to construct elaborate projects at the whim of an at-risk child for the price of ‘a smile’. Struggles with mental illness but copes... mostly.

Audrey

Human in most iterations, still working on adapting her to a high-fantasy setting but she and Ains will probably both be half-elves. Journalist, doesn’t pull her punches, could accurately be described as “three ounces of whoopass” and doesn’t care who knows it. She came from a physically abusive household, which really only served as a whetstone to her spirit and has left her with a complete intolerance for sitting idly by while vulnerable people are taken advantage of. Although she’s a few years younger than Ainsley, she is fiercely protective of her big sister and took a lot of the brunt of her dad’s anger because she knew that what was happening was wrong and was too stubborn and too angry to let Ainsley get hurt. (I can guarantee you 100% she’s going to be a paladin when she’s adapted like there really are no other options she’s gonna s m i t e those assholes)

Ainsley

Also human in most iterations, but Ains has been through the wringer in terms of genre because I love her a lot. Like Demi and Ollie, the specifics of her story do change depending on the verse, but the constants are her upbringing in a physically abusive household. Ainsley’s always been a lot quieter and more sensitive than her sister, and struggled with the lasting traumas she endured. She studied journalism with her sister, but leaned more toward magazine design, and after school went on to start her own mag with her boyfriend and former classmate. She managed to convince herself that it was the beginnings of the white picket dream for a long time, but the longer she stayed the more it paralleled her life with her father and the more it scared her. I’ve mostly played her from the moment that she discovered she was strong enough to leave the relationship and explored her learning how to exist as someone she never really thought she could be. She’s tough as nails in that she’s allowed herself to stay soft in the face of a lot of reasons to become jaded, and though her path of self-discovery is rough, she’s doing a good job. She loves storytelling, and it’s important to her to help people tell their stories in whatever way she can.

Mouse

SMASHY GNOME BARBARIAN. A tiny ray of sunshine and murder! She was a one-shot character, so her background is only a basic outline, but in summary she has a close connection with the natural world in her tribe’s territory and learned to channel her rage in the defence of her family and her animal friends. She’s besties with Aator, an eagle, and his spirit lends her unnatural strength when she rages. She is illiterate and resents people who lord their bookishness over her, but she’s a fierce friend and defender of her home and the natural world. She is nature’s wrath, and she’ll kick your ass with a brilliant smile the whole time.

Rat

So, fun story, I’ve had two characters named Rat and boy howdy they’re both Adventures but in super duper different ways. Rat in his current iteration is a Fun Time if you enjoy sewers and people who look a little bit like really tall pale skinny zombies. And music. To say that Rat’s grip on reality is tenuous would be an overstatement. He’s completely comfortable in the dark corners of the world, with only the rats and spiders for company. When he does emerge from the shadows, it is only to engage an unsuspecting guest in search of song. Rat lives and breathes for music in all its forms; he hears it in the trickle of water and the squeaks of rats, the whistle of wind and the thudding of heartbeats. He hears it in conventional song as well, and he searches tirelessly for the perfect melody - that miraculous chord that might inspire his Maya to sing again.

Frank

Human coroner. Doing his best. The kind of guy who got bullied a lot because he’s about an inch thick with giant glasses and exactly zero temper. Living with depression for a really long time, but he’s doing better now and he’s got his life kind of under control, he’s content with his job, and he has a wife and he adopted her daughter and! things are good! He loves his family a lot, and he is happy working quietly on the sidelines doing his part to make the world better. Even if it’s only tending to dead bodies and making sure they’re treated respectfully and that their families find as much peace as possible. I may or may not have him rolled up as a necromancer too sshhhh he’s doing his best.

#ocs #I should actually set up that writing sideblog but #until then have some ocs save a life #I really should commission some art so I can have some visual references for the newer folks #but that will come in time

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