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Oh my beloved Kanaya... if the mother of Christ was a girl-kissing bug monster.
#my art#kanaya maryam#homestuck#hs#sketch#no i do not listen to the beetles HOWEVER let it be does go hard#beatles. whatever. who cares. bites you#during my reread i have now realized in my maturity how fuckin good of a character kanaya is
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Pitch Black (Astarion x Reader)
TW - panic attack, claustrophobia, themes of death/rotting
I based this off some sad lore I found out about him yesterday :(
Recommended Song: Rainy Day Loop - SALES
There's a lot of things Astarion hasn't told you. You don't mind, because a lot of those things are hard to relive. Everything he tells you comes with a price, but he does it mostly out of necessity. There are times you know something lies deeper, and yet you don't pry. It will come to light if he decides it needs to.
However, he never told you about one of the first truly cruel things Cazador did. How one day he refused him, told him no for once. He woke up buried six feet under, starving in undeath for an entire year until his master dug him up again. That was the last time he disobeyed.
This led to a fear he never told you about, claustrophobia, that terrifying feeling of being unable to escape small spaces. He doesn't like closets, this you knew, but you assumed it was because they're dark and sad, not because they're small rooms.
One morning you're sleeping, peaceful, arms wrapped around him tight. He wakes up before you, calm at first. When he realizes his discomfort at feeling trapped in your arms, he gently tries to move you off of him, but you grab back in your slumber, not knowing what's going on beyond the barrier of sleep. That first wave of panic sets in as you wrap yourself tighter than before, and he freezes up, remembering the smell of musty dirt and bones. He tries to scoot away, and you unknowingly pull him in again. That second time is enough for him to feel fully trapped, and without thinking he bites down hard on your arm.
"GODS!"
You bolt up out of your sleep, holding your arm, realizing it was Astarion who caused the sudden alarm. He sits at the edge of the bed, breathing heavily, still trying to ground himself. You try to ask him things, why the hell he'd do that to you, but he can't hear your questions. The worms, the beetles, at some point you become accustomed to the tiniest sounds. He wondered if they'd start to eat away at him, if vampires were like corpses, if he would slowly decompose in the ground. You go to touch his hand and he yanks it away, standing up.
"Astarion!"
And he finally turns to see you on the bed, your arm bleeding badly, how concerned you look. He can't speak though. Footsteps, people passing by, unable to scream because of how tightly packed the sediment is. You try anyways.
"Aster, listen to me. I need you to listen to me, okay?"
You're panicking. You haven't seen him this bad in a while. He's not there, at least not truly there. To be knocked out, only to wake up in pitch black, what a horror.
"I think you're having a panic attack my love, can you try to focus on one thing in the room?"
A painting, a landscape of a graveyard. He was put in a graveyard, some kind of cruel joke. His eyes wander to the frame, golden, like thread. He remembers stitching little phrases and stories into his clothes, he remembers the first time he did such a craft for you. The breathing starts to settle, still shaking, he sits back down next to you, and just starts sobbing. You go to hug him and he flinches.
"No!"
You are almost taken aback, but you remember that it's not your fault.
"Okay, that's okay. I'll just sit here with you."
He just cries for a while, and you let him. Clearly something startled him badly, badly enough that he bit you. You forgot until now that you were bleeding. Not only did his fangs pierce, but many of the rest of his teeth got through the skin. As you're analyzing your wound, you take part of the blanket and press it into your arm, trying to stop the bleeding. Astarion notices the movement, and you see guilt overcome his face immediately. You interrupt before he can speak.
"It's okay darling, I know you didn't mean it."
He wipes at his tears, finally coming back to reality, truly grounding himself.
"I... I'm sorry."
"I know, it's okay."
He stares at a crack in the floorboards.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
He nods, mainly because he hates it when you're confused.
"So... a long time ago, Cazador decided it would be fun to bury me alive."
He almost laughs at how ridiculous it is, how someone could even think to do that. You just listen.
"And I stayed there for an entire year. And I don't know how it happened, but you tried to hug me tighter while you were asleep, and I- I just panicked, I felt so trapped and it just reminded me so much of-"
He can't even bring himself to say it again.
"I'm so sorry, I had no idea."
He scoffs.
"Yeah, you were asleep, and I freaked out like a monster and bit you."
He gazes down at the wound, wincing at what he's done.
"Hey, look at me. Wounds heal, I'll be okay. What matters is that you're okay."
"I... I think I'm okay now. Just, feel miserable."
"That's okay, you're allowed to feel however you want."
"I know. Thank you my sweet."
He picks your hand up off the bed, holding it to his face. It takes weeks after for him to be hugged again, especially being the little spoon, but you don't mind. You'll go through every phase of his, good and bad. This one just happens to be bad, and that's okay. He'll be okay. You'll both be okay.
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Tears of Themis: Xia Yan/Luke 【昼夜余想】 Wishes Between Day and Night - Date Translation
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Part 1
Empire
On the empty, desolate street, only the night wind whistled past my ears.
MC: …
I walked forward carefully. Plates full of food had been placed similarly in front of the tightly-shut doors of the residences.
MC: … I hope nothing goes wrong.
It was the Wag Festival tonight.
According to the legends, the spirits who were venerated by their families would make their way towards the afterlife, while the spirits who had no one to remember them could only go around begging.
*Note: This festival did indeed exist in Ancient Egypt, and was dedicated to the death of Osiris.
Thus, kindly members of the populace would place offerings at their doorways, dedicated to the lonely dead. This was originally a holiday of commemoration, but things weren’t so peaceful recently…
Several people had disappeared strangely during the night. People said that terrible curses brought by the dead were spreading all over the town…
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Discussion Hall
Not long ago, I had reported this issue to the pharaoh.
But as he sat upright in his high seat, he merely looked indifferently ahead, his mood hard to discern.
Pharaoh: A curse…
Pharaoh: As the respected oracle priestess of the dynasty, you only need to convey the will of the gods. Just observe for any other situational changes for now.
MC: But Pharaoh… more and more people keep disappearing these days, and the people are very panicked. The temple keeps receiving more prayers every day.
MC: If this really is the work of evil magic, the legends in the future will include a Wag Festival plagued by wandering spirits, and we’ll find ourselves with even more victims…
The pharaoh merely waved his hand at my suggestion that came from a spurt of courage.
Pharaoh: I have my own ways of dealing with this.
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Though the pharaoh had said that he had ways to deal with this, I couldn’t just sit around and watch.
As the oracle priestess, listening to the prayers of the people, maintaining order, and protecting the empire were my duties, to begin with.
Thus, I decided to act secretly at night.
MC: (Based on the rumours… the ones who disappeared before last appeared at night, on the streets…)
MC: …
I grasped tight at the amulet in my hands. The golden scarab beetle shone with a cold luster under the bright moonlight.
Feeling reinvigorated, I walked deeper into the street. Right then…
Unknown Man: Aaahhh—
MC: !!!
After freezing momentarily, I immediately sprinted towards the source of the shrieks.
Unknown Man: Save me! Someone save…
Suddenly, the cries for help stopped.
In the small, dusky alley, just a few steps away, a man was lying motionlessly on the floor.
MC: Are you alright?!
I rushed over, preparing to check his body for injuries. However…
MC: !!!
A frigid aura emanated from behind me. I instinctively stopped moving.
MC: (Wait… I think someone else is here…)
I looked towards the shadows in the corner.
MC: !!!
???: …
The moment our gazes met, the person stopped hiding and walked out slowly.
In the dead silence, I held my breath.
???: Sometimes, being too sharp isn’t a good thing.
The owner of the voice held a dagger as he looked from a distance at me.
Half of his face had been covered by a black jackal mask, and the slender eye slits were full of a crimson colour.
As I faced this person who was dressed strikingly like an assassin, I couldn’t help feeling the slightest bit of apprehension and surprise.
MC: A person…
MC: (Wait…)
I thought back on those disappearance rumours from before, and suddenly came up with a bold guess after connecting them to the scene before my eyes…
MC: (Does this mean that he’s the one behind all the disappearances in the city…)
???: Piece of advice: you shouldn’t be zoning out at a time like this.
Without giving me a chance to think more, the person in front of me spoke again.
He glanced at the talisman in my hand. His voice was relaxed, as if this were a normal, everyday conversation.
???: … So you believe in the gods, huh.
???: Too bad, though – it doesn’t seem like the gods will be protecting you.
I hadn’t even reacted when I saw him close in on me rapidly.
???: …
Time seemed to stagnate.
At a close distance, he muttered ponderously to himself, and the dagger he was holding stopped a few centimetres away.
???: You’re…
He seemed to be staring at me through the slits of the mask.
I could smell a faint aroma, and despite the urgent situation, it left me unexpectedly mesmerized.
MC: (Is this some sort of perfume’s scent? I think it’s coming from him…)
After I calmed down, I lifted my head and met his gaze.
MC: … It sounds like you recognize me?
He paused for a moment, then spoke.
???: Based on your appearance… if I’m not mistaken, you must be the oracle priestess of Ayana Temple?
MC: I am…
???: If so, then it can’t be helped.
He retracted his dagger, seeming to have given up.
I let out a long sigh, relieved from being released from my dangerous situation. But when I saw him walk towards the corner where the collapsed man was, I grew agitated again.
>Stay and observe
>Try to save the man
MC: (I shouldn’t do anything foolish if I haven’t confirmed that it’s safe.)
Bearing this thought in mind, I carefully tried to talk to him.
MC: What are you planning to do with him? Is he still… alive?
???: Worry about yourself before concerning yourself with others.
MC: … What do you mean?
???: You’re more likely to run into someone wicked than a dead spirit, wandering around town in the middle of the night.
???: On your return, make sure to watch your back.
>Stay and observe
>Try to save the man
MC: (Maybe he still can be saved…)
The moment he turned around, I silently picked up a wooden baton used for the vendors’ stands.
After making up my mind, I closed in and brought it down on his head-
MC: !!!
He hadn’t turned around, yet he was able to precisely grab the baton and yank it forward, ripping it out of my hands.
???: I think it’s best that you do not worry about saving others while your hands are full.
???: Otherwise, you might not even be able to return yourself.
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I couldn’t help shivering from his words.
MC: …
???: Why aren’t you talking?
???: You’ve probably already guessed, but…
???: I hope you’ll be able to keep your mouth shut when you get back, just like now.
I stared at him wordlessly without reacting. He paid no attention to that, instead glancing back at me meaningfully.
???: This is for your own good, too. After all, no one will listen to you, no matter who you tell.
MC: Why…
He hoisted up the man before I’d even finished speaking, walking into the depths of the alley. Even my doubts were taken into the soundless darkness.
After, I attempted holding an audience with the pharaoh again… But each time, he avoided me with various excuses. Even my submitted documentation received no response.
I also secretly ordered people to investigate the masked man, but due to us lacking in manpower, we never received any results.
At the same time, more and more people kept disappearing, and the people’s panic grew worse every day…
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Ayana Temple
Person A: When will the curse issue be solved?! Are you just going to watch as we all die off?!
Person B: Exactly! A neighbour of mine disappeared in the past few days… where’s the high priestess?! I want to see the high priestess!
On the day of prayer, it was even more chaotic than I had imagined on the temple courtyards.
The people who had come to pray had crowded together, such that the temple bodyguards had to block them to maintain some control over the riot.
MC: People of Ayana Empire…
Person A: It’s the high priestess!
As if they were grabbing onto their final chance of salvation, the jostling crowd all swarmed in around me after I entered the courtyard.
Right when the guards were on the verge of being broken through, a familiar voice suddenly came from above.
???: Chief Guard, how long are you planning to watch this go on?
Part 2
Ayana Temple
???: Chief Guard, how long are you planning to watch this go on?
The originally panicky crowd stopped their steps forward for a moment.
Like them, I turned my gaze to the heights of the building behind us. Though the owner of the voice was hidden, there was no way I’d mistaken who it was.
MC: (The one from that night…)
He had just spoken when a troop of fully-armed soldiers burst into the temple courtyard.
Based on their clothing, they were the Pharaoh’s trusted Imperial Army.
Chief Guard: Silence!
After the commander handled the crowd control, the chief guard in front held up the documents in his hand and stood in the center.
Chief Guard: People of the Empire, fear not. I speak on the Pharaoh’s behalf with this oracle-
Chief Guard: “In seven days, I shall personally preside over a prayer ritual, where all curses will be broken.”
MC: (Breaking the curses…)
When the pharaoh said that he had ways to deal with this, was he talking about this prayer ritual?
But based on what I had seen that night, the man who’d disappeared had been attacked and taken away, and the curses didn’t exist at all…
Right when I was about to refute these words, the chief guard swept his gaze over, his expression solemn.
Chief Guard: The high priestess will also play a major role in this ritual.
Chief Guard: So, please come with us.
MC: ???
Person A: That’s great! If the high priestess is there, everything will be fine…
Person B: Indeed, the high priestess is sure to protect us and Ayana Empire!
MC: (… I haven’t heard about this at all.)
Confused, I looked at the crowd, jubilant as they were in their relief.
Seeing my motionlessness, the chief guard ordered his men to come “help me along”.
MC: What are you doing?!
I instinctively retreated one step.
Simultaneously, a dagger flew past the tips of their ears, embedding itself on the ground.
???: No need to trouble yourselves. Leave that to me.
The chief guard lifted his gaze towards the building behind us, looking at the corner that was blocked by a colonnade.
After a several-minute stalemate, he finally gave in, gesturing for me to head to the high platform.
Chief Guard: Please make your way over then, high priestess.
MC: Understood…
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The temple was built on the heights of the empire, as the place that was closest to the sky and the sun god.
Birds – the messengers of the gods – flew under the blazing sun, distracting me from the silhouette hidden in the shadows.
MC: What exactly are you aiming for…
The pitch-black jackal mask had been casually placed on the ground. The assassin who’d taken off his disguise stared off into the distance against the wall, looking utterly unperturbed by my arrival.
He looked calmly at me, even smiling a bit.
???: My aim is very simple. Per the pharaoh’s orders, I am to bring the high priestess to the desert shrine and carry out the final preparations for the ritual.
???: For convenience, just call me Luke.
MC: Luke?
I looked carefully over his face.
In stark contrast to the fiendish appearance I had imagined, his features were clean and delicate, his eyes clear and captivating.
Luke: Are you staring at me because you think I look weird?
MC: No, you just look a bit different from what I imagined.
He frowned slightly in response.
Luke: Never relax your guard just because you’ve judged a book by its cover.
Luke: If I wanted to, I could have you decapitated and scattered right now for seeing my true face.
He waved the dagger in his hand slightly. I met his gaze, refusing to concede.
MC: You wouldn’t dare.
MC: If you really do obey the pharaoh, you wouldn’t do anything to me – just like that night.
Luke: …
Unlike the confrontation he had earlier with the chief guard, this time, he quickly ceded, then smiled again.
Luke: Yep, you’re right. I wouldn’t actually do anything to you.
Luke: It’s just that it’s rare for me to get looked down on, so I wanted to mess with you a little…
Luke stood up and walked towards the temple interior.
He walked slowly up to me, but due to the presence of the Imperial Army, the guards outside the temple didn’t dare do anything foolish to him.
Luke: High priestess, do you know why I told you that no one would listen if you told them about the truth of the “curse”?
MC: …
Luke: Because he knows better than anyone where those who have gone missing are…
Luke: Adorning them with charges based on nothing and having them executed were his orders, to begin with.
MC: No way… the pharaoh has no reason to do this sort of thing.
Luke: Is that what you think?
Luke shook his head, in apparent exasperation at my stubbornness.
But I couldn’t understand at all, because my impression of the pharaoh was that he was a benevolent person, one who cared for the people.
Ordering the execution of innocent civilians, causing panic-inducing rumours… it really was hard for me to believe if I only heard one side of the story.
MC: I must go see the pharaoh.
Luke: He won’t see you.
MC: Why?
Luke: …
His only response to my direct questioning was silence. Thus, I could only change my question.
MC: Based on the oracle just now, the pharaoh will be personally presiding over the ritual in seven days, right?
Luke: Correct.
MC: Will the so-called “curses” really disappear after the ritual?
Luke: Yes.
MC: If so, I’ll personally verify all this on the day of the ritual with the pharaoh.
Luke: You mean, you’re still willing to go with me under these suspicious circumstances?
Luke frowned slightly, his mood hard to discern.
Though I knew nothing of the ceremony, I could only nod at him in consideration of the situation’s severity.
MC: The people are all looking forward to the ceremony.
MC: Regardless of the curse’s veracity, this is the only way to contain the panic in the town…
MC: Now that the pharaoh’s oracle is out, no one will believe me if I say what I saw without evidence.
MC: Sometimes, the truth won’t be able to change anything, and as the empire’s priestess, I have to prioritize how the people feel.
Luke sighed after he heard me.
Luke: Can’t be helped, then.
Right then, a maidservant came in with perfect timing. She placed a cup of fine wine on the table.
Maidservant: High priestess, please have the sacrament wine.
Luke: Wine?
MC: Sacrament wine is part of our typical rites. The pharaoh says that we need this to reach a higher level of consciousness and build a connection with the gods.
Luke: The pharaoh again.
He muttered in discontent, then poured the precious wine on the ground when the maidservant left.
MC: You…!
Luke: These sorts of things are bad for you. Plus, you’re better off not drinking wine during a critical time like this.
Luke: I haven’t prepared any fancy carriage for you, after all, so you’ll have to walk with me to the shrine.
MC: W-walk?
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The market in the afternoon was as bustling as ever, with the sounds of hawking mixed in with the joyful laughs of children, creating a ruckus that was completely different from the night.
I followed behind Xia Yan, hurriedly replying to the enthusiastic greetings of the people.
Person A: The high priestess! I can’t believe I was able to see the high priestess in the market!
Person B: Hello, priestess! Hope you have a great day…
Facing the surprised reactions from the crowd, Luke looked back at me curiously.
Luke: Have you never come out before?
MC: Yes… These are the temple rules. Aside from the necessary trips during typical sacrificial rites, that time on the Wag Festival was my first.
Luke: No wonder.
He smiled, looking up at the circling birds in the sky, and suddenly asked me a question.
Luke: Do you know why we worship the birds?
MC: Because they can fly freely to the world of the gods?
Luke: Yes. So, high priestess, the one who boasts the title of gods’ messenger – why do you shut yourself up in a little cage?
Luke: To me, you should be able to go to more, greater places without any worries.
Luke looked seriously at me, his voice earnest.
He was smiling slightly, so unlike the coldness he displayed on our first meeting…
His eyes reflected the vast sky behind me, seeming to contain so many things I had never considered before.
MC: ???
His expression left me somewhat confounded…
MC: (Why is he asking this…)
MC: (I don’t think anyone has ever asked me this…)
During my moment of distraction, my stomach, which hadn’t received food ever since the morning, made its complaint.
MC: …
Luke: Haha, can’t be helped – in reward for walking so far with me, I’ll treat you to something.
A few minutes later, Luke held out some biscuit-like things placed on leaves in front of me.
Luke: Here, try them. They’re freshly-fried bean balls.
MC: Huh?
I looked bewilderedly at the fried things in front of me.
The food and drink in the temple had always been light, so it was my first time dealing with food like this.
Meanwhile, he seemed to have misunderstood what I meant…
Luke: Sorry, I almost forgot.
Luke: As the high priestess, you probably had maidservants helping you with your clothes and food in the temple…
Luke: But I don’t have this sort of experience, so could you just put up with it?
Luke stuck a toothpick in the fried bean ball and carefully held it up in front of my mouth.
MC: It’s not because of this…
Luke: Is it because of the rules again?
Luke: This isn’t the temple, so doing some improper things should be alright…
Luke: If the gods truly were to lay blame onto someone, then don’t I deserve even more blame for this sin, as the one who encouraged you to do this?
He took on all the guilt, candidly stating a bold and reckless proposal.
MC: (Blame for this sin…)
Merely tasting a snack in the city didn’t seem to be bad enough to be called a “sin”.
MC: … The gods wouldn’t be that petty.
Luke: If so, then it’s fine.
MC: …
I stared up close into those perpetually unfathomable eyes, and vaguely felt for a moment that he meant something else.
Luke: … Here, open your mouth.
A tempting aroma wafted from the food near my mouth. I couldn’t help gulping as he patiently guided me.
Finally, I couldn’t resist taking a bite.
MC: Whoa… it’s really delicious!
The bean-made food and the vegetables had been mixed in with a perfectly-adjusted spice, and was fragrant and crispy from frying.
Luke: See, I knew you’d like it.
Luke: …Slow down, don’t burn yourself.
As he looked at me amusedly, I took several bites.
MC: (So delicious…)
MC: ???
Strangely, though this was the first time I’d tried this, the taste in my mouth made me feel faintly wistful…
Part 3
Outer Edges of Empire
Under Luke’s lead, we made our intermittently-halting trip onwards, approaching the shrine outside the city.
MC: (That should be our target destination…)
My field of vision gradually expanded. I could faintly see the ancient buildings towering amid the boundless golden sand.
Unlike the market, there were mostly caravans outside the city.
Apparently, their wares were specialties from various different towns – some were even foreign goods.
MC: It smells really nice…
I looked all around as I walked, stopping when I stepped by a little mobile stand.
MC: …
Luke: What’s the matter?
Luke keenly noticed that I’d stopped and followed my gaze.
Luke: Go check it out if you’re interested.
MC: Huh? No, it’s already getting late, so we should probably head on our way instead…
Luke: It’s fine – we’re almost there anyways.
Luke: You probably won’t be getting much of these chances after the ritual, so how about you take it as a chance to make a memory?
He walked up to the stand as he spoke, and I rushed to catch up.
Exquisite incense boxes of various kinds of workmanship were piled densely on the wooden car, glittering so vividly under the sun that they looked like they’d been divinely blessed.
Stand Owner: Whoa, the high priestess, aren’t you! I just heard that you’d appeared in the market for once, but I sure didn’t expect to run into you myself.
Stand Owner: Go ahead, look to your heart’s content. Tell me if there’s a scent that you prefer – I’ll help you pick it out!
In consideration of this rarely-experienced kindness, I looked down at the dazzling lineup of incense boxes.
MC: A scent I prefer…
The rites in the temple were specific and set, and all of the incenses used had never once changed in years.
Over time, I didn’t bother with considering my own “preferences”…
If I had to come up with something now, the only one I could remember, the freshest memory of a scent that I had was…
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[Flashback]
He seemed to be staring at me through the slits of his mask.
I could smell a faint aroma, and despite the urgent situation, it left me unexpectedly mesmerized.
MC: (Is this some sort of perfume’s scent? I think it’s coming from him…)
[Flashback end]
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But thanks to how serious the situation had been back then, I couldn’t really remember it all too well anymore.
Both the elegant scent of water lilies and the rich fragrance of roses didn’t seem to quite match up with it.
Luke: What’s the matter? What are you thinking about now?
Apparently having noticed my hesitation, Luke rushed to comfort me.
Luke: Don’t worry, just pick as you wish. No need to worry about anything.
MC: Okay…
I nodded in response.
MC: (But… how do I figure out what that scent was…)
>Get close and sniff
>Ask him directly
MC: Excuse me, I just want to confirm…
I grabbed his wrist and took a light sniff of it.
Luke: !!!
Luke: W-what are you doing…
For once, he looked at a loss from my sudden actions.
MC: I don’t know what I like, so I want to buy an incense that’s like the scent on your body.
Luke: … No, stop smelling it. What’s so good about being like me?
He anxiously withdrew his hand, covering his face with his arm to hide his expression.
>Get close and sniff
>Ask him directly
MC: Then, boss, could I get an incense that smells like the scent on his body?
Luke: The scent on my body?
Luke quickly recovered from his surprise, looking at me seriously before the stand owner could speak.
Luke: No. You can’t just say something like that on whim…
MC: Why?
Luke: … No reason.
Luke: Stop staring at me…
He retreated away from me, a slight blush appearing on his face as he dodged my gaze.
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Seeing him look so unexpectedly helpless, I couldn’t help feeling surprised, and immediately apologized with my head lowered.
MC: I’m sorry…
Luke: You don’t need to apologize. It’s got nothing to do with you…
He withdrew several steps as he spoke, increasing the distance between us.
Seeing how awkward things had become, the shop owner helpfully started to market his wares to me.
Stand Owner: If you aren’t sure which to get, high priestess, how about trying this incense called Kyphi?
Stand Owner: It uses sixteen ingredients, including cinnamon and muskroot, and is made after soaking it in high-quality honey and grape wine…
MC: Kyphi?
Stand Owner: Indeed. This name even has a special meaning – “welcome to a place beside the gods”.
Stand Owner: This scent best suits the people of Ayana, who live in the state protected by the pharaoh, the incarnation of the gods.
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Welcome to a place beside the gods…
With the incense called Kyphi in my hands, I slowly walked with Luke through the desert, towards those majestic ruins.
MC: (Everyone says that Ayana Empire is protected by the gods…)
MC: (But if Luke is telling the truth, the pharaoh had those missing people executed…)
MC: (As the incarnation of the gods, is the pharaoh truly protecting this place?)
MC: !!!
This sudden, absurd thought left me somewhat astonished.
But before I could think further, I heard a shout approaching behind us-
Worn-out Man: People… people over there, wait…
Worn-out Man: Could… could you give me some water… I’m in a hurry, and I can’t hold on anymore…
The owner of the voice was a man in ragged clothes, covered in sand. His skin had been severely tanned after years spent working under the sun.
He staggered up to us, looking like he was on the verge of collapsing.
MC: Are you alright?!
I was almost about to run up and support him when Luke held me back.
Luke: Don’t. I’ll deal with it.
MC: Huh?
Luke looked the man up and down. After pausing for several seconds, he threw over the water pouch he was holding.
Luke: Here.
Worn-out Man: Th-thank you!
The man took several loud gulps of water, finally calming down somewhat.
Luke remained on guard the whole time, watching the man’s movements closely.
Doubts gradually popped up in my head as I followed his gaze.
MC: (Why is he alone in the desert… and why does he look so worn-out…)
MC: (Is he a refugee? But… there haven’t been any battles under this dynasty for a long while. We should be in the middle of an age of prosperity…)
Right as I went over my suspicions, I heard Luke’s voice again, sounding pressing this time.
Luke: Are you almost done?
Worn-out Man: Yes, th-thank you both! I’ll be off…
Luke: … Hold on.
Luke frigidly called that man to a halt as he was about to make his hasty departure.
The moment he took his water pouch, he yanked at the man’s wrist and pressed him onto the ground.
Worn-out Man: Aaaaahhh- w-what are you doing?!
Luke: Rather than leaving, shouldn’t you be returning to where you should be?
Luke: Based on your clothes and condition, you must be a construction worker for the pyramids. Why are you here?
MC: …Worker?
Worn-out Man: No! I won’t go back… I won’t go back! I want to go home!
Worn-out Man: I beg you, great sun god, please save me!
As the man prayed to the sun, I looked towards the edges of the desert that I hadn’t noticed before.
Several unfinished pyramids rose from the ground on the horizon. Many antlike, black dots surrounded the area, toting stone blocks around.
A shiver ran down my back under the blazing sun.
MC: Can’t we let him go?
Luke: He’ll get caught soon even if we do.
Luke: He’s better off submitting obediently – he’ll still be able to live, at least.
Just as he said, supervisors on their way to catch him soon came running over.
After a respectful salute to Luke, they immediately dragged the man roughly back to the barren-looking pyramids.
MC: Does the will of the pharaoh also include building pyramids all over the place…
These were a display of the pharaoh’s power and the structure that would connect him to the heavens for immortality after he passed away. It should have been an incomparably holy thing.
And yet, I couldn’t help shivering as I looked at them.
Luke: They’re living people, yet they’re busy all day with death-related work. High priestess, don’t you find this quite ironic?
MC: …
Luke looked seriously at me in silence.
MC: I…
Before I could respond, he changed the topic, his expression changing along with it.
Luke: Remember, this is a reverse example.
MC: ???
Luke: … Before escaping, make sure to deal with all the threats behind you, or else all of your efforts will go up in smoke eventually.
MC: Why are you telling me this?
Luke: To make sure you don’t waste your efforts in the future, of course.
I didn’t understand what he meant at this critical moment.
Only as we gradually approached the desert shrine did I gain a faint understanding of his meaning.
Part 4
Desert Shrine
Luke: Have something to eat.
Luke closed the stone door shut and walked slowly up to me, leaned down, and smiled resignedly.
Warmth still emanated from the dish full of fried bean balls, but I had no appetite whatsoever.
MC: …
One day had already passed since we entered this place.
No matter how much I was unwilling to believe it all, I gradually found myself noticing lots of abnormalities. This location, where the prayer ritual was to be, wasn’t situated in the heights closest to the gods. Rather, it was buried deep underground… The interior of the dark shrine was cold and hollow and had no sacrificial tools whatsoever – only weak candlelights that flickered discomfortingly.
I looked at Luke, recalling what he had told me when we had first entered this desert shrine again-
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[Flashback]
Luke: Here’s our destination.
MC: Destination… so this is where the prayer ritual will be held?
Luke: Yes. Rest first and get used to your surroundings. I’ve prepared all your daily necessities for the next few days…
Luke: I’ll tell you everything about the ritual after.
Luke: Because you’ll be completely severed from the outside world from now on, starting from when you enter this place.
[Flashback end]
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MC: Is this ritual really a “curse”-dispelling prayer ritual?
Luke: Based on the results, you could say that.
Luke held up the container he’d just brought over, set down a cup, and poured a cup of water for me.
Luke: But its true purpose isn’t that simple.
Luke: The pharaoh wants to use this ritual to win over the people and solidify his authority.
MC: …
I received the cup of water, setting it aside on a stone table, as I didn’t feel thirsty at all.
MC: What do you mean by solidify his authority?
Luke: The current pharaoh did not receive his position through inheritance, like it would be usually. The process that this happened in is pretty complex…
Luke: Such that even though the people trust that the pharaoh is the gods’ incarnation, his prestige is far below that of you, the high priestess.
Luke: These conditions are disadvantageous for long-term authority. Plus, the people are starting to question things, with the increasingly burdensome work they do…
Luke: Which is why the pharaoh urgently needs this ritual to strengthen the trust that everyone has in him.
MC: !!!
My back broke into a cold sweat, hearing his low voice resounding off the cold, hollow stone.
Luke: The pharaoh’s methods are very simple…
Luke: First, use fear to force the people into submission, then save them himself, and finally, give them some far-fetched hope.
Luke: In this process, the “fear” is the curse, the “saving” is this curse-dispelling ritual, and the final “hope”…
Luke: Is you.
MC: Me?
Luke: Correct. You, the high priestess who is deeply revered by the people, who is a major threat to the pharaoh.
Luke: He will bestow you the right to enter Aaru* before the populace, and vow that this honour will be given hereafter to the most faithful of followers.
*Note: Aaru literally means “Field of Reeds”, which is what the Chinese text says.
MC: Aaru…
In the myths, the deceased would enter “The House of Osiris” after judgment. That lush, leafy heaven was called Aaru.
Though I had a faint hunch already, I still asked my question…
MC: What must be done to enter Aaru?
Luke stared at me, a sliver of pity in his eyes.
Luke: Come with me.
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Luke brought me through a winding corridor to the underground shrine.
Luke: Aside from the terrible missions I do for the pharaoh, this is also one of my duties.
MC: This is…
As we got deeper, a familiar scent grew stronger. It was the scent I had smelled before from Luke, but its source was different this time.
Luke: You seemed to like this scent a lot before…
A bed carved from alabaster had been placed in the middle of the massive room.
The scent came from the containers on the nearby round table, from which the incense I had been so curious about probably came from.
But…
Luke: But will you still feel the same after this?
Luke walked up to the round table. On it, aside from the incense, there was a row of sharp tools.
Luke: The legends say that the soul will remain attached to the body after death. If the proper antiseptic preservation methods are performed, they can come back to life one day…
Luke: This is how one enters Aaru.
MC: Mummies…
This was the tradition handed down from the ancient times of the dynasty.
As the procedure was cumbersome, only the pharaoh or the royal family would receive this honour, and also…
MC: Typically, this is only done after the person has died…
Luke: Yes. So, for the pharaoh, the other purpose of this ritual is to get rid of you.
MC: … Get rid of me?
I instinctively shook my head.
MC: No – according to the legends, the dead can reach the afterlife under the guidance of their patron god Anubis…
MC: I don’t think there’s anything that different compared to when they’re alive…
Luke: Is that what you really think?
Luke held up the chisel on the table. I shouldn’t have been scared, with my enduring belief in the gods, but my body couldn’t help trembling.
Luke: This process is not as simple as you think.
He gripped my wrist and stuffed the chisel into my hand, pointing it at his forehead.
Luke: First in the antiseptic procedure… this will be scooped out.
As if he was trying to make me experience all of this…
He ignored the pale red marks, watching me seriously with his unfathomable eyes. The tip of the chisel glided over his skin, down his nose, neck, chest, and abdomen.
Luke: Next, the other organs in the body are taken out from the cut on the abdomen.
Luke: All that is left in the end is the heart…
Luke: As everyone generally considers the heart to be the symbol of intelligence, and that it is needed on the path to the afterlife.
As Luke went on with his slow narration, an overwhelming fear grew like a whirlpool in my heart.
Ding-
My hand had released the chisel, and it clattered on the floor.
MC: …
I opened my mouth, but I had no idea what to say.
Finally, he held up my hand, slowly placing it over his heart.
Luke: But after all these procedures end and the heart is left, do you think that it could ever beat again?
Luke: The afterlife, Aaru, the gods… do these truly exist?
Luke: Do you believe in them?
The warmth and the forceful beats – everything that I felt under my palm – were the greatest proof of life.
After this, Luke released me.
I lowered my hand slowly, feeling nothing but a biting coldness and an infinite emptiness.
Luke: High priestess, though you have no way out anymore…
Luke: I hope that you can at least see all this clearly in your remaining time.
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For as far as I could remember, I lived in Ayana Temple and worshipped the gods piously.
Even if I had my doubts now, what could I even do at this point?
I tossed and turned for a long time that night…
Amid my never-ending unease, I dreamed – something that I had not done in a long while.
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[Flashback]
In the resplendent Ayana Temple, the pharaoh, in place of the former priest who had died from illness, kindly bestowed the title of succession on me.
He then handed the splendid cup full of sacrament wine to me.
Pharaoh: Gods bless you.
I held my hand out to accept it, but the cup suddenly fell to the ground. There was now no one in the sacrificial room.
Only a boy dressed in finery stood behind the curtain, speaking earnestly-
Boy: If you want to live, then run.
[Flashback end]
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MC: !!!
I suddenly woke right when he finished speaking.
The incense box placed at the headboard fell off the stone bed from my movements, making a clinking sound in the silent, empty room.
MC: This dream is…
I leaned down and picked up that incense box, and was suddenly reminded of what that stand owner outside the town had told me.
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[Flashback]
Stand Owner: Oh right, one other thing…
Stand Owner: This Kyphi incense was once used in various rituals.
Stand Owner: So, these complicated ingredients include some that have slight anaesthetic and hallucinogenic effects…
Stand Owner: High priestess, be careful that you do not overuse or ingest it when using it.
[Flashback end]
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The leftover fried bean balls were placed beside the bed.
Though I felt that it tasted completely different from before no matter how much I tried it…
But another serving would be sent tomorrow, assuming nothing went wrong…
MC: If so…
I clenched the incense box in my hand and made up my mind.
MC: Just like he said before…
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[Flashback]
Luke: Remember, this is a reverse example.
Luke: … Before escaping, make sure to deal with all the threats behind you, or else all of your efforts will go up in smoke eventually.
[Flashback end]
Part 5
Desert Shrine
As expected, Luke had people send over freshly fried bean balls the next day.
While no one was around, I added some of the incense source from the box into its filling.
After, I coaxed Luke to eat them, and he did so without any hesitation or doubt.
Luke: …
The anesthetic aspect soon took effect.
I heard his quiet, low groans as he held his forehead, his eyes gradually becoming hazier.
MC: Are you alright?
Luke: … Huh? You…!
I snatched the moment he fell into a daze…
Bam-
After pushing Luke down onto the ground, I rapidly grabbed the cloth strips behind me that I’d made from the bedding, tying his hands up tight.
After ensuring that I was safe, I lowered my body and stared at him.
Maybe it was because of the effects of the incense, or maybe because his current, troubled state left him flustered…
Luke’s breathing in his tied-up state was rapid and his chest heaved violently, almost as if I could hear his heartbeat.
Luke: You… don’t get so close…
MC: Are you scared? I was also scared before… and those innocent, victimized people probably were too.
MC: Do you now know what it feels like?
Luke: …
His eyes no longer shifted away. Instead, they met mine directly.
I looked into those crystalline, penetrating eyes, and to my surprise, I saw a trace of evident apology in them.
Luke: … I’m sorry.
Luke: I know it must not have been easy for you to do this much…
His voice was gentle. Despite his current situation, I couldn’t hear the slightest bit of resentment.
This sudden consolation left me frozen for a moment.
But before I could soften, I forced myself to stay on guard, in case he was planning to escape.
MC: Pretty words won’t help you. I won’t let you go.
Luke: I wasn’t asking for you to let me go.
MC: Back on topic – where is the key to the door? How do I get out?
Luke: There is no key.
MC: If you won’t tell the truth, I really won’t hold back…
I slowly got closer to him, trying to display a threatening sort of pressure.
And his breathing did indeed become panicky again.
Luke: … I’m telling the truth.
Luke: Those doors don’t have locks, and they don’t even have guards set there. You only don’t know because you never tried.
MC: !!!
Just like he said, I had never thought of escaping, as if I had been bound here.
But things were different now…
Right when I was planning to get up, he called out to me.
Luke: Wait.
Luke: I told you before - make sure to deal with all the threats behind you, or else all of your efforts will go up in smoke eventually.
Luke: So… aren’t you going to do anything?
Luke looked at me searchingly, his expression calm.
He was bound up, yet I felt like he was in the active position right now, dominating the entire situation.
MC: … No need. That would only cause a greater commotion. Either way, the guards won’t find you for now, so I have enough time to escape.
MC: After this, someone will punish you for your mistake.
Luke: Is that so…
He smiled faintly at me as if he were moved, the emotion in his eyes indescribable.
Luke: After you escape, remember to not be so softhearted ever again.
MC: …
I suppressed the mixed feelings in my heart, getting up without replying to him.
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Everything became quiet again as the footsteps faded off, leaving only the faint sounds of the flickering candles.
Luke did not call for help. He applied a slight force with his wrists, easily breaking free of his bindings.
He stood up by supporting himself against the wall, then released a gratified sigh towards the direction that the girl had vanished in.
Luke: As it should be…
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After I was fortunately able to leave that underground shrine through a secret path, I had originally prepared myself to have to rough it…
But, beyond my expectations, this death-escaping journey was much smoother than I’d expected.
As I wandered aimlessly, a caravan headed for foreign lands suddenly appeared in the desolate desert, just like a mirage.
They said that they were going to the oasis country across the sea…
Where resources and people abounded, where it was as overflowing with culture as it was here – a fertile land that drew many to it.
In the night, the salty, wet sea wind blew in my face, making me feel as if everything I’d experienced was an entire lifetime ago.
Caravan Member: Get ready to board the boat – we’re about to set off.
MC: Mhmm…
I looked at the merchant boat floating beside the shore. For some reason, I felt an inexplicable restlessness.
Caravan Member: Don’t worry, young lady. We’re honorable businesspeople – no human trafficking whatsoever.
Caravan Member: And since you’ve promised to help us with miscellaneous work, it’s a transaction where both sides benefit, so you don’t need to feel like you owe us…
Caravan Member: If you’re still worried, I’ve got a self-defense dagger here for you. You can keep it on you at all times on the trip.
MC: … Thank you.
I took the dagger that he held out to me, but that feeling of distress still didn’t dispel.
Seeing that the sailors were beginning to retrieve the anchor, I could only follow him onto the wooden board that connected the shore to the merchant boat.
But right before I boarded…
MC: !!!
MC: He’s…
Right when I was halfway there, I suddenly saw a familiar silhouette on deck.
Though we didn’t know each other, I remembered his face clearly, because on that night…
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[Flashback]
In the little, dusky alley, just a few steps away, a man was lying motionlessly on the floor.
MC: Are you alright?!
I rushed over, preparing to check his body for injuries. However…
MC: !!!
A frigid aura emanated from behind me. I instinctively stopped moving.
???: Sometimes, being too sharp isn’t a good thing.
[Flashback end]
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MC: (Shouldn’t he already be…)
MC: (Plus, isn’t it way too coincidental for him to be boarding the same merchant boat that’s escaping across the sea as me…)
I finally seemed to have sorted through my originally messy emotions…
Right then, I recalled the various minor details that I had ignored before.
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[Flashback]
Luke: Do you know why we worship the birds?
MC: Because they can fly freely to the world of the gods?
Luke: Yes. So, high priestess, the one who boasts the title of the gods’ messenger – why do you shut yourself up in a little cage?
Luke: In my opinion, you should be able to go to more, greater places without any worries.
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Luke: This isn’t the temple, so doing some improper things should be alright…
Luke: If the gods truly were to lay blame onto someone, then don’t I deserve even more blame for this sin, as the one who encouraged you to do this?
[Flashback end]
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Encouraged… I repeated this word in my head.
Those strange emotions, those inexplicable words – the answer seemed to be within reach after I painstakingly pondered over them.
Nearby, the sailors were urging people onboard. There was no more time for me to speak with that man on the deck.
Caravan Member: Get aboard, young lady! Get aboard!
All I had left were these final seconds.
I knew right then that this was a critical decision in changing my fate. I should have gone for the more reliable option, but…
“After you escape, remember to not be so softhearted ever again.”
But this time, I wouldn’t do as he wanted.
MC: (There must be a better way to solve this than doing nothing and escaping alone…)
The waves surged in the night wind. Finally, I ended up returning to the shore, against the blowing wind.
I returned to that shrine one day later.
The ritual was imminent. I gripped the dagger that the caravan member had given me and carefully made my way through the winding secret path…
In the former grand hall, there now stood another person aside from Luke.
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Chief Guard: So you really were playing little tricks.
Chief Guard: I specifically had people investigate after that day – the so-called grave pile doesn’t have any skeletons at all.
Chief Guard: Where exactly did the people that the pharaoh had you deal with go?
I held my breath, lying low silently in the corner.
The chief guard was a devoted follower of the pharaoh. He was as hostile as he had been that day, pointing his sword straight at Luke.
Chief Guard: And the high priestess – where is she?
Luke was completely unarmed, seeming like he’d lost his will to live as he lowered his neck to the sword blade.
Luke: None of your business.
Chief Guard: If you’re going to be so pigheaded, then on behalf of the pharaoh…
When I saw the chief guard swing his sword, I sprinted out and stabbed him in the back-
MC: !!!
I thought that I’d landed the mark… But he reacted with shocking speed, changing his direction of force as he backhandedly parried my attack.
With the clinking of metal, the dagger was sent flying into the corner.
Luke: Careful!!!
I heard Luke shout anxiously. Right then, my mind was completely blank as my ability to think evaporated.
Time seemed to stagnate. I watched wide-eyed as the chief guard swung his sword at me…
MC: …
But right after, my body spontaneously reacted.
A fierce wind blasted in my face as I saw the blade sweep past my hair. I instinctively retreated one step, rolling to the altar as I dodged the slash.
Chief Guard: !!!
Under the chief guard’s astonished stare, I got up and grabbed the two chisels on the round table. Then, I threw one of them at him before he could react…
Clang-
Using the moment that he deflected it with his sword, I sped forward. After this feint, I met his shocked, widened eyes as I adjusted my center of gravity, stabbing him at his weak point on his side-
Bang!
When I came back to my senses, the chief guard had already fallen.
The sharp chisel was embedded in his back waist as a crimson liquid flowed out unceasingly from the wound, dyeing the ground in red.
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Luke: Are you alright?!
Luke ran staggeringly over to me. Only when I had indicated that I was fine did he release a breath.
After he wiped the stains off the back of my hand, he blocked my view of the chief guard.
Luke: Don’t worry, he’s still alive… just leave the rest to me.
MC: I… I…
The crisis had been averted and my rationality had returned, yet a greater fear flooded over me.
MC: H-how did that happen… just now… my movements…
I had always lived in the temple, praying daily to the gods.
But the memories that were growing clearer in my mind told me that both the instinctive fighting skills just now and the scene before my eyes…
Were not my first encounter with them.
Part 6
Ayana Temple
I could vaguely remember seeing these brutal scenes often, back during candidate training.
I once snuck into the temple and prayed to the gods, not as a priestess, but as a pathetic seeker of help.
Boy: I finally get to see you again. I thought you weren’t going to ever return.
Boy: Are these things on the altar… the offerings you brought?
“Yes, these are the leftover fried bean balls from what the uncle in the city was selling… please try some.”
Boy: You look like you’ve been injured again… does it hurt? Come over – I’ll apply some medicine for you.
“I’m alright – at least I still can feel things. But there are some children who couldn’t hold on, who won’t ever get up again after lying down.”
“So, esteemed high priest, there is something that I would like to request you help me bring to God…”
“… I have prayed for a long time, but it seems like he has always ignored my wish.”
Boy: I’m still learning from my teacher, so I’m not an official priest yet.
Boy: But since you chat with me all the time, and because of the fried bean balls you brought, I’ll do my best to help you.
Boy: Tell me, what’s your wish?
“I don’t want to do things for the new pharaoh. I only want to… continue living peacefully…”
Boy: … I got it.
Boy: If you want to live, then escape.
“But they run much faster than I do. I’m sure they’d catch me instantly…”
Boy: They won’t.
“Why?”
Boy: Because God just told me that he heard your wish, so he will protect you.
Boy: Plus… he also wants you to live on peacefully.
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That night, I mustered the courage to leave the empire.
I didn’t dare stop running until I was thoroughly exhausted, in fear of the chasing soldiers behind me.
Finally, I collapsed in the desert. When I woke again, I was in the temple.
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The high priest sat on the bedside, stroking my head gently.
Former Priest: From now onwards, this will be your residence. You can study here with me without worry.
I asked him “why” many times, but the only answer I ever received was a sigh, as well as those never-changing words-
Former Priest: Because the gods favor you.
The gods favor me…
But after that, I never saw that boy in the temple, and the high priest never said a word about him.
I continued praying devoutly to the gods, praying that I would be able to see him again.
During those days of prayer, I even suspected that the one person who had heard my wish might have been a god himself.
After the aged high priest passed away, the pharaoh gave me sacrament wine during the succession ceremony.
This was the only way to reach higher levels of consciousness and build a connection with the gods.
Gradually, I forgot what my goal in all this was.
Amid the never-ending prayers, only a deep belief in the gods became rooted firmly in my heart.
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Desert Shrine
MC: Luke…
After dealing with the unconscious chief guard’s wound, Luke looked back at me from his place in a hard-to-detect corner.
He looked completely worn-out, yet he looked extremely similar to that finely-dressed, holy boy of my memories.
MC: The pharaoh messed with the sacrament wine… at the temple before, did you knock it over on purpose?
MC: I did forget what happened, but you’ve always remembered…
After a moment of dumbfoundedness, Luke smiled resignedly.
Luke: Before, I thought that forgetting the past and starting anew was a good thing.
Luke: But now, I feel that it’s better to remember some things, such as… a past desire to live.
MC: …
Only then did I completely understand that the so-called gods had never favored me.
It was Luke… he was supposed to be the empire’s oracle priest revered by the populace, and he traded his fate with me.
MC: … But why did you help me?
Luke: Because I stopped believing in the gods, starting from that day.
Luke swept calmly past the protective Anubis statues on the two sides.
To him, those probably weren’t the revered ancient gods at all – instead, they were two worthless rocks.
Finally, his gaze fell on me, his mood hard to describe.
Luke: I couldn’t understand – if the gods truly existed, why did they never help you despite all of your many prayers?
Luke: Were you not sincere enough, or were they not benevolent enough? Or – maybe the gods don’t exist at all.
Luke: I deliberated over this unsolvable problem many times, and ultimately made a decision.
Luke: Regardless if they had heard your wish, I, at least, had heard it. So I would be the one to fulfill it.
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[Flashback]
Former Priest: You want to save her, but how will you do so?
Former Priest: Those children were selected by the pharaoh from many places. Though it is difficult to distinguish who they are from the masks that they typically wear…
Former Priest: But the numbers are rigorously counted every day. They’ll know instantly if one is missing.
Boy: Then I’ll replace her.
Boy: Our ages are similar, and even if our genders are different, there are several hundred candidates. No one will care that much.
Former Priest: …Ridiculous! I did not train you for this sort of purpose!
Boy: But, high priest…
Boy: If I leave this alone and she really does die from injury in training one day…
Boy: Not only would I stop believing in the gods – I’d even start hating them… in that case, I would not be able to serve as your successor.
Boy: So, I beg you…
[Flashback end]
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Luke smiled lightly after his explanation.
Luke: Maybe because I was very fit with particular talent…
Luke: Though I started training late, I still was able to hold on until the end, thanks to a surpassing will to live.
He spoke so simply about a process that must have nearly killed him many times.
I faced him, a bitterness that I couldn’t swallow in my throat.
MC: Will to live… then why were you willing to be defeated by the chief guard?
Luke: …
Luke: If I knew that I’d be able to see you again, I would have definitely resisted.
Luke let out a deep sigh, then looked back at me seriously.
Luke: There is still some time until the ritual, so run now. Hide by the seashore for the next while, and wait for the next…
MC: I won’t run.
Luke: Don’t joke around! You…
He was just about to admonish me when the sounds of footsteps sounded from the far end of the corridor.
Luke picked up the chisel that had just been taken off the chief guard’s body in response.
Luke: I’ll deal with this.
MC: Wait. Don’t make a big ruckus out of this.
I grabbed his hand, wiping the red stains on his body with my clothes.
Luke understood my intentions quickly.
He frowned, knowing that time was tight, and could only pull aside the curtain before the altar as I wanted…
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The moment I reclined on the altar, the reporting guard also rushed in, a few steps away from us behind the curtain.
Guard: The pharaoh will be here soon – may I ask how much longer you need…
Luke: … I’m already preparing.
Guard: The high priestess…
The guard stepped up to check on the situation as he spoke…
Luke: The high priestess has already gone to rest. Do not disturb her.
Right after, Luke threw the chisel he was holding past the curtain, embedding it beside his foot.
The curtain fluttered gently, revealing half of my hanging arm.
Guard: Y-yes…
Startled by Luke’s angry sullenness, the guard retreated from the stone room.
When everything quieted down again, he released a breath, planning to help me up from the altar…
While he was off-guard, I reached up, pulling him down by the nape of his neck.
This sudden action gave him no time to react, and with his unstable center of gravity, he could only prop himself up in front of me…
Luke: What are you doing…!
His breathing grew panicked from my movements.
He could’ve easily broken free, but he let me approach his ear as I placed my head in the hollow of his neck.
Luke: … Stop smelling it. Don’t you find it dirty?
Luke: I already told you that this incense’s scent comes from my antiseptic work…
MC: It’s not dirty at all. I like your scent a lot.
I inhaled gently. My exhale blew over his ear and neck, trembling slightly.
MC: You ensure that the souls of the deceased can rest peacefully, and you give living people new chances.
MC: You’ve saved so many people, including me… to me, you are more worthy of reverence than those imaginary gods.
MC: So, Luke, let’s find a way that can save both others and ourselves this time.
Luke: Do you mean…
MC: Fake it until the end, just like earlier – then, deal with the pharaoh using the ritual.
If only Luke made a move, he was sure to be executed after being charged with severe crimes.
But if I, who was thought to have gone to “Aaru” already, suddenly “resurrected” and imposed punishment on the pharaoh for the “gods”…
We might gain the trust of the people and have a chance at living.
Luke: This is too risky for you…
Luke: I’m worried…
He seemed to have realized that I wouldn’t change my mind, powerlessly lowering his head as he spoke, his trembling voice full of worry and distress.
MC: Based on our customs, the priest will write protective incantations on papyrus paper and place it in the tomb of the deceased, to bless them so that they will live peacefully in the afterlife.
MC: If you’re worried, Luke, write some prayers for me too.
Luke: … That’s bad luck. You’re still alive.
MC: The blessing intent remains the same, though.
Unable to persuade me, Luke could only hum an affirmative.
Luke: I’ve already thought of what to write. I’ll do it in a moment.
MC: What is it?
Luke: I’ll tell you after it ends, so… you must get out of this safe and sound.
We plotted a plan that was basically blasphemy against the gods, clinging together on the holy altar.
Before he finished carefully preparing my body as if for a corpse and covered me with a blanket… he kissed my forehead, as if in blessing.
In the faintly flickering candlelight, I looked into those perfectly clear eyes, praying reverently that the lights in them would never be extinguished…
… Simultaneously, giving that kiss a more fervent response.
Finally, this curse-dispelling, empire-stirring prayer ritual came to an end with the death of the pharaoh.
Opinions varied on the entire course of events, leaving a heavy, bright mark on the history of the dynasty.
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Palace
One month after the new pharaoh succeeded to the throne.
Chief Guard: I will bring the young pharaoh back then, high priestess. There is still much that he must study – if he hadn’t been clamoring about coming to the temple…
Chief Guard: Ah, forget it.
I nodded, preparing to rise and send him off.
Before he left, I couldn’t resist calling out to that eternally straight-backed chief guard, who was intimidating even when he merely stood there.
MC: Even if the people believed my words that day, you must have known the reason behind it all, chief guard…
MC: You have always only obeyed the pharaoh, so why have you still not made a move?
Chief Guard: High priestess, I don’t understand what you mean.
Chief Guard: I still obey to the “pharaoh” – otherwise, I would not have brought him to you today to play.
MC: … That is true.
Chief Guard: If you are trusted as the will of the people, then the reason why the former pharaoh – the incarnation of the gods – died so easily, may have been the will of the heavens.
Chief Guard: This isn’t something I can do anything about… especially since the true offender has long died in prison, so there is nothing to go over seriously about.
Chief Guard: As time is tight, I will head off first.
MC: Take care.
Just as the chief guard said, the person who dealt the lethal blow to the pharaoh and cut off his head was not me, but Luke.
He was subsequently imprisoned… although…
Luke: Ugh, that chief guard really sounds satisfied with my “death in prison”.
Luke popped in through the window, sighing annoyedly.
MC: On the other hand, that’s a good thing – if even the chief guard believes that, no one will probably suspect anything…
MC: … Sorry that this was the only way to let you let you escape unscathed.
Luke: It’s alright – I’m perfectly fine, right? Just that…
Luke: You should deal less with that chief guard and that ignorant, incompetent little pharaoh from now on.
Luke: Who knows when they might come up with crooked ideas to set you up…
MC: It’s alright – you’re here, after all.
Luke: That’s true. Then, remember to rely on me more in the future, like right now…
MC: !!!
Luke embraced me from behind, bringing me to recline together on the long couch.
Luke: You’ve been dealing with the messes left by the former pharaoh for all of last night. You didn’t even get a wink of sleep.
Luke: Take an afternoon nap, now that you have time for once… I’ll be with you.
MC: … Okay.
I was just about to close my eyes when a sudden breeze blew in from the window, blowing the papyrus scrolls on the table onto the ground.
MC: Ah!
Luke: Don’t move… I’ll pick those scrolls up in a moment. Let them do whatever for now.
MC: They’re not documents, though. They’re what you wrote for me…
Realizing that Luke wasn’t going to let go, I could only mumble an explanation, burying my head in embarrassment into his chest.
Those papyrus scrolls were the prayers that he had written for me before that prayer ceremony.
Luke: … I didn’t think you’d keep them.
MC: Of course I did.
Luke still didn’t let me go, instead reclining his head on my shoulder. Like the hair coiling around my neck, I heard a few comfortable hums, making me feel slightly tingly.
He then spoke.
Luke: When everything settles down, let’s go to a country across the sea where no one recognizes us.
MC: Mhmm, okay.
Perhaps that oasis country across the sea was my true “Aaru”.
Embracing a hope for the future, a sleepiness gradually descended on me…
As I fell asleep, I seemed to hear him gently reciting that prayer written on the papyrus scrolls by my ear-
Luke: “I pray that you will continue to live bravely onwards, as you had described.”
Luke: “When you are exhausted, I too will cease, and sink with you into an eternal slumber.”
Aftertalk
Done with work? Looks like I finally have the chance to be with you alone.
>Intimate interactions
>Fried bean balls…
>Select ankh
MC: (According to the legends, this is a possession of the gods with disaster- and illness-preventing effects. It represents the repeating nature of life, rebirth, and eternity.)
Luke: You’ve been staring at my chest for a while. Are you curious about the pendant?
MC: A little… if I recall correctly, you don’t believe in this stuff, so why would you wear an amulet like that?
Luke: I don’t use this to protect myself – I only wore it before as part of the prayers for the deceased, and then I just got used to it.
Luke: Although, it’s pretty pointless at this point. Maybe I should take it off…
MC: Huh? Don’t take it off… I think it looks pretty good as normal jewelry. Just keep it on.
Luke: Is that so? If you like seeing me wear it, then I won’t take it off.
>Select upper-left
MC: (The new pharaoh is still young and requires a lot of support from the temple…)
MC: (This place has been receiving an endless stream of guests all day recently. It’s so rare for me to have time to talk to Luke.)
>Select head
MC: Luke, have you been wearing that mask these days?
Luke: Sometimes I wear it when going out, so my face doesn’t get seen… although, that’s not necessary with you.
MC: Indeed – I can’t see your expression when you’re wearing a mask. This is much better.
>Intimate interactions
>Fried bean balls…
MC: Weird, these fried bean balls have a distinct taste compared to the ones we ate before…
Luke: I knew that I couldn’t hide this from you. I made this secretly in the kitchen while no one was there.
Luke: Since I can’t appear in the market now under my current conditions – it would be bad if my identity were exposed.
MC: Is that so….
MC: (Before, I announced that Luke had died in prison. Though he was able to avoid execution thanks to this, his freedom is still limited.)
Luke: What’s the matter? Based on your expression… does it taste bad?
MC: Not at all! It doesn’t taste bad! I’m just worried that you might find your lifestyle right now really boring…
MC: If you want, you can leave the empire for a while, so you wouldn’t need to be so careful.
Luke: I don’t want that, because… not only do I not find it boring, but I also feel like this isn’t too bad, the way things are.
MC: Really?
Luke: Yep, really. Since no one knows that I’m alive, I don’t have to bother with some unnecessary dealings too.
Luke: Plus, it’s because that I’m alone that you’ll worry about me from time to time, just like now, right?
Luke: No matter where you are or who you’re talking to, you’ll remember that I’m waiting for you. That’s enough to satisfy me.
MC: Luke, don’t be so easily satisfied…
MC: Even if we go elsewhere in the future where you don’t need to conceal yourself, I’ll always be thinking of you.
Luke: Then, when time comes, I’ll be able to monopolize you openly… and beat off anyone who bothers us.
MC: Pfft, isn’t that a little too childish?
Luke: I’ve been holding back for so long, so it should be justifiable for me to be a bit childish…
Luke: Plus, I’m also hoping that after you shed the responsibility you bear, you can be more childish and reckless in front of me, okay?
MC: Okay… I’ll try.
#Tears of Themis#tears of themis translations#xia yan#luke pearce#tot spoilers#未定事件簿#tot luke#finallyyyyyyyy wow this was a whole project
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Morning Off
“ Forced to take the morning off, Swatch realizes what exactly they have been missing. “
SwatchKaard fic!
Oh buddy we got another bc I have problems and it’s them. (Also check it out on ao3 if it’s easier for y’all to read there!)
It was hard to tell when it was morning or evening in the dark world, but time flowed all the same. Just today, it happened to be early morning, the sound of the rushing fountain in the middle of Ralsei’s kingdom filtering through the windows as if to say ‘it’s time to wake up’. Other than that, however, there was nothing but a blissful silence, Castle Town still in a state of slumber while the Darkeners continue to rest while few others begin to slowly wake up.
Swatch was one of the latter, always an early riser, even if today they did not have to go into work until later- forcibly given the morning off due to the swatchlings thinking that they ‘worked too much’. It would have been the whole day, but Swatch was not having that, needing to make sure that the cafe was being run in perfect order.
The bird sighs sleepily, a part of them torn between trying to doze or shaking off their tiredness and getting up anyways. Eyes barely cracked open, they slowly take in their surroundings, waking up just slightly. They become aware of someone’s back pressed against their chest. Arms still wrapped tightly around the other person, Swatch doesn’t make any sudden movement yet, instead dipping their beak down slightly to be able to bury their face in the mass of hair beside them. They could make out quiet snores from the other person, Swatch’s feathered fingers unconsciously stroking the patches of skin where they held him.
As much as Swatch complained about having the morning off, this was…nice. The knowing that they didn’t have to get up and leave so quickly, just being able to lay here and take in the slow morning. They let their eyes slowly flutter shut again, silently making their decision on what to do this morning.
Unbeknownst to Swatch, however, their oh-so-wonderful partner had started to stir, his internal clock telling him it was time to wake up. Unfortunately he did not want to wake up. A silent groan works past his lips, mouth curved into a frown as he suddenly rolls over in Swatch's arms and pulls himself even closer to the bird, resting his head on his chest.
The sudden movement rouses Swatch from their state of dozing, cracking open a singular eye to gaze down at the other, lifting their beak only slightly while he shifts his position around. Once settled, Swatch lowers their head back down to rest on top of their partner’s a soft coo escaping their beak.
“Good morning beloved.” Swatch whispers quietly, only earning a tired grunt from the other, pushing himself further into Swatch- at least, attempting to. He hung tightly to Swatch, wrapped around them like a coiled rod. It earns a chuckle from Swatch, moving a hand to pet their partner’s messy hair.
“Rouxls…” Swatch speaks again, trying to get their partner’s attention. Hoping to catch him off guard and get him to respond, at least just for a second, a guilty pleasure.
There’s another groan, Rouxls still nuzzling Swatch’s chest, before a huff, rolling his head slightly back to sleepily peer up at Swatch’s face. He sits there for a minute, slowly blinking, trying to shake off his own sleep but not wanting to.
“What does- doeseth…thou…” Rouxls fumbles over his words, trying to speak with his usual accent but too sleepy to properly think it out. There’s a frustrated sigh, Rouxls grumbling quietly before speaking again, “…Good morning.” The blue man lowers his head to bury it back into Swatch’s chest after that, hoping for just a moment’s more peace, expecting Swatch to have to get up and leave soon and Rouxls not wanting him to- as it was every morning. The amount of times Rouxls complained and tried to get Swatch to stay home…
A smile spreads across Swatch’s beak as Rouxls speaks, catching the poor attempt and then lack of the usual arrogant accent, a pleased chitter vibrating from his throat, “Hm…” Their gaze lingers on Rouxls for a moment, “I now see why you are so desperate to keep me around in the morning.” Casually poking at Rouxls as they usually did, waiting for the moment Rouxls remembers what this morning was.
Rouxls mumbles something incoherent, still refusing to pry himself away from the bird. Still too sleepy to question why Swatch hadn't tried to get up for work yet? The thoughts immediately erased by the tired selfishness of wanting to keep Swatch here. To actually stay for even just a morning…
Wait…
Puzzle pieces begin to fall into place, Rouxls’ mind finally jump-starting itself into working. Swatch is still here… It takes Rouxls a moment to realize, still enjoying how warm and comfortable it was in Swatch’s arms, before it suddenly hits and Rouxls’ eyes snap open. He cranes his head back to look up at the bird, blinking slowly.
“Thou art still hereth?” It’s phrased as a question, sleep still lingering on Rouxls’ voice- having not entirely figured it out yet, but enough to realize the important thing.
“Yes my love, I am still here. Did you forget what day it was?” Swatch leans down to give a kiss to the top of Rouxls’ head, “I will be here all morning.”
It takes Rouxls a moment for Swatch’s words to register and when they do his face breaks into a large smile, arms squeezing Swatch tighter. “Of courseth I did not forgete!” Rouxls boasts, obviously lying, “I am...happyeth that thou is hereth.” His voice gets quieter the move he speaks, flush rising to his cheeks at the admittance.
Swatch’s own smile gets wider, heart giving a pang in their chest at Rouxls’ admittance- truly Rouxls’ expressions were their guilty pleasure. “If it makes you so happy, perhaps I can entertain the idea of doing this more often.” They watch as Rouxls seems to light up at that, his own sleepiness fading at the prospect.
“As thou should! Thine paramour shouldeth spend thy morn with their belovedeth! It is as thy haveth always toldeth thou.” A smug tone invites itself into Rouxls’ words, Swatch unable to keep themselves from rolling their eyes at it. Not that the smile ever left their face however.
Rouxls’ hands move upwards, threading into the fluffy feathery hair on Swatch’s head, “I enjoyeth waking upeth and seeing thou faceth, even if thou is stilleth thy most frustratingeth and annoyinge worm-avian.” He hums, no ill-intent behind his words, feeling just a little bit more confident this morning, “Howevere that meanseth, that thou art here, I can noweth do this…” Rouxls pulls himself up further, giving Swatch a soft kiss to their beak.
“Mmm...if I knew I would be getting such special attention from you, I would have taken a morning off ages ago…” Swatch chuckles, opting to pepper Rouxls in more kisses, not satisfied with just the one, “So…” Swatch speaks between kisses, “What is it that you commonfolk do during the morning if not preparing for work?”
Rouxls scoffs at that, yet still giggling in between each kiss, “Commonfolk? Thou must surelyest be mistakene! I am enjoyingeth my time, somethinge thateth thou shouldeth take into considerationeth more ofteneth.” His voice slowly turns to a mumble, a half-hearted attempt to keep up the banter, “Thou ist more commonfolk than thy…”
“Says the ‘butler supremeth’ who has no one to buttle for…” Swatch murmurs in response, fingers tangling in Rouxls hair. Still leaving kisses on Rouxls’ lips, casually and so...normal. Swatch felt as if all of their worries were just...gone, like work was nothing more than an idle thought in the background. Why were they so adamant about not taking time off...
The two continue to cuddle and kiss during their idle banter, neither making any effort to move or get up. Instead just enjoying the time between them that was not usually shared. So distracted with each other, neither of them noticed the door to their room creaking open with a stifled giggle of someone (poorly) trying to sneak in.
It wasn’t until a small round flash of blue and white flew onto the bed loudly announcing, “SURPRISE LANCERBALL ATTACK!” And crashing into them both that they realized Lancer had snuck into their room. The little round prince slams into them, knocking them with a loud oomph, forcing the two to separate from one another.
“LANCER?” Rouxls loudly gasps in surprise, skipping his usual nicknames due to the shock of the sudden appearance. Swatch blinks in confusion, stunned silent for a moment, just taking it in and letting Rouxls handle it for now while he registered the situation.
Lancer laughs loudly, plopping down into the bed in the space between Rouxls and Swatch, his music player in hand. “You should’ve seen your FACES…LOL!” He says the term letter by letter aloud, “Mom Dad showed me how to make MIXTAPES and I made a really really good one! So as my other dads, you have to listen!” His tongue sticks from his mouth, wiggling the earbuds coiled and tangled around him and holding the ends up for Rouxls and Swatch to take.
Rouxls sighs dramatically, “Thine dearest water-beetle, how manyeth times haveth I told thee to knocketh! Does thou needest to learneth thou manners as parteth thou royaleth duties...” He pulls himself up, back resting on the headboard, Swatch mirroring the motions. Lancer’s grin seems to falter for a moment as he’s being reprimanded, before Rouxls continues speaking, “However! I shalt entertaine thee request to listeneth to thou ‘mixtape’ that shalt certainly be nothinge moreth than rackety driveleth.” There was no real harshness in Rouxls’ words, and Lancer lit up again, rolling over and clambering into Rouxls’ lap, the man instinctively wrapping an arm around the prince. Swatch opts to accept the earbud, moving closer and sliding their free arm behind Rouxls to pull the two closer into them. Rouxls accepts the other earbud, the two sticking them into their respective ears.
“I am sure it will sound lovely.” Swatch coos, counterbalancing Rouxls dramatic demeanor with their calmness, “Thank you for sharing Lancer.” Always so polite.
Lancer laughs loudly again, “Of course it will! Now hurry it up, I wanna go show Ralsei!” Kicking his legs up and down in excitement, snuggling closer to Rouxls as if he wasn’t planning on leaving. Rouxls rolls his eyes, still with a hint of a grin on his face, giving a glance towards Swatch who only offers a shrug and a smile.
“Thou needeth to press play.”
“Oh…right. Thanks for the reminder, vice father!”
Lancer slams the play button…unleashing the monstrosity of his fully splat sfx “mixtape” upon Rouxls and Swatch. Swatch was caught off guard, hand flying to his beak to keep from laughing, shoulders quietly bouncing at the absurdity of it. Rouxls…saw it coming, wearing a tired pleasant smile as he endured listening to it- at least this was different than just the usual sounds Lancer constantly played.
Leaning over, Rouxls rests his head on Swatch’s shoulder, watching Lancer fiddle with his music player with one hand and grabbing Rouxls’ and bouncing it around with the other.
Swatch peers over at Rouxls, a contented smile on their face as they lower their hand, resting their own head on top of Rouxls’ while the blue man appeases Lancer- the two keeping with their usual banter as the mixtape finished. Swatch remains silent, simply enjoying the moment with them both, maybe they would thank the swatchlings for giving them the morning off.
Maybe. They wouldn’t want them to get too cocky.
But…perhaps they will take a full day off sometime in the future, if this is what they were missing when they were always at work… Mmm, maybe not a full day. But another morning for sure.
#sugars sweet treats#deltarune#swatchkaard#rouxls kaard#swatch#lancer#whehehe#grips these two in my hands
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Invader Zim: Elite Guardians AU Pt. 2
The following is a non-profit fan-based story, Invader ZiM is owned by Jhonen Vasquez and Nickelodeon please support the official release, I gain no profit nor do I own anything other than OCs and whatever spouts from my imagination!
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A another month passed Zim started looking less like wrinkled worm and more like an Irken, Red and Purple were running low on money, Repairing the cruiser was getting more difficult, whenever they fixed something, another thing would break or scavengers would sneak in and take whatever wasn't bolted down, that's when the Elites came to the conclusion that maybe they should look for work. So they started bounty hunting for the local constabulary.
What choice did they have? if they were ever gonna get off this rock and find Cradle 2-117. Bounty hunting was the way to go, The Cruiser was a lost beyond repair, but there were a lot of ships for sale in Meeko; the problem was finding who was willing to sell a ship to them, The citizens were still cold towards them, Again. Neither Red and Purple could understand why? They soon got answer in the most unconventional way, they'd come back from a job, Some nut job thought it was good splice a giant spider with a squid and than super sizing it!
Red was shooting the thing with his Plasma gun while Purple striking it with his photon axe, meanwhile Zim was happily skipping around the battlefield, narrowly missing being crushed or shot at, Red noticed the smeet hopping around. "Zim! get out of the way!" Red dodges a tentacle swinging for him. "You're gonna get hurt!" He barked the smeet just stared at him blankly before smiling "Rwed!" he cheered waving at him, Red facepalmed. "Hi!" he waved back before going back to fighting, Zim went back to his little skipping game dodging death at every corner, only stopping when he saw a large beetle crawling around on the sand, the smeet crouched down just as Purple was thrown off the Squider and sent crashing into the wall behind Zim.
The purple eyed elite sat up with a groan; rubbing his head looked at Zim and did a double take when he saw the smeet eating a beetle, Purple jumped to his feet rushed over to the smeet trying to pry his mouth open. "Naw, no, no. Spit it out, spit out! c'mon!" he lightly slapped Zim's back and the smeet spat up bug guts Purple grimaced. "Disgusting!" he huffed giving the smeet some ration wafers and went back to helping Red fight, Zim calmly sat out of the way to eat and watch his 'Brothers' fight the monster, by the end of the battle Red and Purple were covered in ink and teal colored guts, and their wallets were a good chunk heavier, when they woke up this morning...
Later when they got back to the cruiser both Red felt something was off, there was scent in the air he didn't recognize at first he thought it was the Squider guts, but as they got closer to their wreck... it became more apparent that someone or something was in there, Purple noticed it too he and Red exchanged a look; the red clad elite set Zim down and shush him, the smeet copied him and nodded, Purple dispatched his PAK legs and went in from above while Red followed and hid in the doorway of the engine room, his first thought was it was just another scavenger looking for scrap, but by now everyone nearby knew this ship was occupied and stayed clear of it, Red peeked into the engine room and saw a hooded figure fidgeting around with the power core.
Red's eyes narrowed as he tried to get a better look and saw this person reading off what looked like an engineering manual, he saw Purple getting into position, they could hear this person mumbling to themselves. "Okay... now shut down switch Y and detach port Q?...wait no, um..." the guards looked at each other and nodded, Purple jumped from the ceiling; landing in front of the intruder catching them completely off guard. "What the fu-" they saw the purple eyed Irken reach for a his stunned baton and panicked. "Shite!" they yelped and went to run only to get pistol whipped from behind by Red knocking them out.
Red and Purple were perplexed when they tied them up removed the intruders hood and made sure they didn't have weapons, they've never seen an alien like them before... they had this weird long stringy stuff on their head that was soft to the touch, but stood out out most of all was how tall they were... Both Irkens just barely came up to the intruder's chin. "Whoa! They're almost the same height as Tallest Miyuki!" Purple said stunned while Red shook his head. "No... Miyuki is definitely taller..." he insisted but then again they haven't seen Tallest Miyuki in months! So they couldn't exactly make a comparison.
While the two were prattled about Miyuki and the intruder's heights, neither noticed Zim wander in the smeet looked between the bickering Elites before noticing the stranger sitting against the wall. His pink eyes lit up as he curiously approached the unconscious alien, He saw the long fuzzy stuff on their head and immediately grabbed it and started tugging which roused the trespasser awake.
Red and Purple tenses at the unknown voice cut into their conversation they looked and saw Zim swinging off the alien's... mane? "Ow..ow! quit it! They try to jerked their head away from Zim's grasp. "Oww, Seriously kid stop it!" They growled Red snapped out of his stupor and quickly picked up Zim. "Don't talk to him like that!" He spat glaring at the intruder, who glared back their e/c eyes looked odd too, but Red was more focused on whether or not they were a threat or not.
"Who are you? What are you?" he huffed along with Purple butting in. "And why do you want our power core?" the alien winced a the purple one's shrill voice. " if I tell you will you untie me?" they asked hopeful, the Irkens were silent, and the intruder took their silence as a hard "maybe."
"My name is Y/n, I’m a human female, My ship crashed few clicks north from here, the power core was always little spotty, and it finally gave up the ghost. So I went out looking for a replacement, looked around Meeko and other crash sites, before finding a power signal that lead me to... I thought it was it was a derelict ship!"
"Does this ship derelict look to you?!"
"Well... yeah? I mean look around, your ship is in pieces! it'll obviously never fly again, I'm surprised your core was even intact!"
"How did you even get in? we have security measures!"
Y/n looked bemused before something clicked in her head, she cocked her head towards the front of the ship. "Oh! the giant hole in your hull, with the lasers and forcefield? yeah, I think your motion sensors and hard light generator is offline, I walked right through it" Purple looked like he was going to cry seeing as he was the one who rigged that forcefield up. " that and your front door was wi... was.." Your voice suddenly trailed off, Red and Purple watched your demeanor change as something caught your eye, it took a moment for Red to notice you were staring at the Irken symbol on their armor.
"Shite... You slaver scum!" both Irkens jumped back startled by your sudden outburst. "What are you planning to do with that kid?! huh? did you kidnap him too?" You growled Red and Purple looked at each other stunned. "What are you talking about?" Red asked you just glared him in disgust. "Don't play fucking coy with me! I’ve seen your damn ship going around ransacking outposts around the system and kidnapping people!" Red and Purple were at loss here, 2-117 was overtaken by Slavers? well, at least now they knew why almost everyone on Greedo was so hostile towards them!
There was a tense stare down between the trio, You watched as the two "slavers" got into a huddle, you heard the numbers "2-117..." being mumbled then Red one was saying something the Purple one disagreed with. "No, oh no no no! We're not taking in another stray!" the purple hissed vehemently. "She's the our ticket off this rock, we're doing it!" They turned to look at you.
"What?" you hissed as the Red clad alien silently handed the kid over to his Purple counterpart who glared at him, you tensed up as he walked up to you. "Calm down and just listen alright?" Red guy explained they’re not slavers, but Elite guards from Irk sent to investigate and retrieve a missing Nursery ship called Cradle 2-117 that had been skyjacked a few months ago, the only lead they have is Zim, who Red found malnourished and wandering around in a trash dump.... Now you.
You of course were bit skeptical about this whole situation, what with being tied up and all! but, then Purple told you to take a good look at Zim, the kid was same species as them: Irken. "How many other Irkens have you seen wandering the Tarn system?" You realized never, you have never seen an Irken in Tarn before, so maybe they were telling the truth? then Purple got you attention again "Where was the last place you saw that ship?" You paused thing back to were you saw the Irken ship, it wasn’t hard to forget considering how unique it looked.
"I think it was headed to Planet Nyree? that’s a two week journey from here." Both Irken elites looked each other hopeful, finally a real lead! "However I'd suggest getting a new ship, I don’t think this one will taking off anytime soon." They hear the ship groan as a panel falls out of the ceiling, landing a little too close to you then you'd like, Red looks at Purple whose shoulders slumped, knowing what was coming, You were confused as Red reach around behind you and untied you. "Okay! New plan, we need a ship and you need a power core, let’s make a deal..." and that's how you gained three new crew members aboard the Cardinal.
#invader zim#invader zim x reader#the almighty tallest#the tallest x reader#smeet zim#tallest red#tallest purple#tallest miyuki#tallest red x reader#tallest purple x reader#irken elite#elite guardians au
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I can't find the anon button so i volunteer as tribute-- top shino vs. bottom shino? Shino trying kinks with s/o? thank you monarch, mighty delicious bones.
I’m back with a request that has been sitting in my drafts for quite sometime now! Sorry about that @boneeating--baastard ;;
Anyways, this will be pretty long: I hope the length helps makes up for my horrendous post gappage ^^;;
*tw!*
- if harder kinks/BDSM aren’t your thing or make you uncomfy, I would skip this particular prompt. Enjoy!
Top!Shino - NSFW
Shino is very quiet mostly because he gets interrupted or ignored all the fucking time, so it made you wonder if things would be like a silent in the streets freaky in the sheets sort of thing
It’s definitely that and then some ♪
When you first started dating, obviously he wasn't gonna flat out go "Sweetheart, I need you to understand that I'm kinky husband material and will make you beg for me to touch you"
In fact, saying such a sentence would be quite embarrassing
He didn't want to push that on you though, or scare you with kinks he likes or wanted to try
However, this changed one night
You were staying over at his place during his off day; you'd already slept together before so it wasn't a big deal or anything
One thing led to another and next thing you know, you're both going at it
Something seemed different though, with both of you. Maybe you never noticed it before, but
..was Shino holding back.?
I mean to be quite honest, you’d gladly do it whenever Shino wanted to, however he wanted to
Y-You just never openly said this
And another thing; you're way too turned on right now, more than usual
Oh n o
✨ Ovulation ✨
You've never done it when you were ovulating!! You really didn't want your inner sluttiness to come out, Jesus ChriST-
..B-But..I want more..
You tried your best to hold back, but all of a sudden you find yourself staring Shino in the eye, wriggling around
"S-Shino.."
??
"..D-Do me more..Fuck me so hard that my pussy memorizes your shape..p-please?"
??!
"..I won't hold back anymore, then."
All of a sudden he slams himself into you, sending jolts down your spine
You can't help but turn into a moaning mess in front of him, scrambling to grab whatever you could on the bed
He grabs your small wrists with one of his big hands and pins them above your head
He lifts one of your legs up and places it on his shoulder, pushing himself deeper inside you
"..Tell me what you want. I know you have ideas in that cute head of yours."
"P-Pull my hair..c-choke me.. I'll do anything you want..I want more.."
He stares at you and caresses your face, running his thumb over your cheek, then your lip
"Is that really what you want?"
You lick his thumb and look up at him;
"Yes, sir."
Shino.exe has stopped working
He moves his hand to your neck, careful to lightly squeeze your arteries and not your throat
He feels your pussy throb and squeeze him harder, making him groan
"You're so eager. Cute."
He flips you over and pins your arms behind your back with one hand while grabbing your hair with the other
"Arch your back for me, sweetheart. I want you to feel everything."
He pounds you deep, making your legs shake
You had to have came at least 4 times now
Shino starts groaning more, and you feel his dick twitch inside you
"P-Please cum inside me..I want it so bad.."
"You really want me to take the condom off and do that? What an interesting request."
"I'm on birth control.. Please..?"
"Please what?"
"P-Please, sir?"
"How naughty."
He kisses your back while he slips himself back into you, raw this time
"Mm, fuck.."
He feels amazing inside; his dick is so warm.. Why didn't you get on birth control sooner?
His thrusts get faster and harder, putting you over the edge once more
He cums inside you, filling your hole up until it spills out
You thought that was it, that it was satisfying enough to stop
But you both sensed it wasn’t.
All of a sudden Shino picks you up off the bed and slams his hands on top of yours against the wall
Without missing a beat, he slowly pushes himself into you while licking your ear
“Let’s see how well your birth control works, darling. Keep your hands on the wall.”
Shino firmly plants one hand on the small of your back and gently reached around and placed his other hand’s fingers in your mouth
He starts picking up the pace, going deeper and deeper
Your head feels so light; it feels so good it’s dizzying
Shino notices how shaky your legs are and mentally captures this moment, chuckling a bit to himself
He turns you around to face him, and lifts you up, tucking his arms under your knees
He kisses you so deeply that the kiss itself could make you cum at any moment
You wrap your arms around him as he slams you down onto his dick, both of you getting close
Shino groans in your ear, pushing you to the edge
He feels your walls convulsing, and releases more hot liquid deep inside you
He carries you to the bed: you lay there shaking, while he holds you and plants small kisses on your hands
"Shino?"
Oh god she hated it
"..Hm?"
"..C-Can we try bondage next time? I-I have other ideas too, i-if you want to try them.."
Heart eyes for yOoOoOuU-
"Of course. Let's help you to the shower for now."
Bottom!Shino - NSFW
You two have been getting more comfortable with each other, both in bed and in general ever since you guys stopped holding back
There’s been a lot of experimenting throughout the last few months, just as promised
In fact, Shino probably knows you better than yourself in some ways now
You learned a lot about him as well in the process too; however
It’s still a bit difficult to read him, he’s very good at keeping a poker face;;
There is..s-something you could try, if he’s okay with it of course..
E-Even if it’s embarrassing for you, it’s for a good cause!! Understanding how to read your significant other is important for a healthy relationship!
The weekend rolls around, and you mentally prepare yourself for what you’re about to do on your way to his place
Shino opens the door before you even knock
“Oh, hello Shino! Did I make you wait too long?”
“Of course not, I just knew you would be here soon because of my bugs. Come in.”*
*This is a half truth; in actuality he was simply really excited to see you after that bullshit mission with Naruto and Kiba and couldn’t sit still
You go inside, give Shino a hug and quick peck on the cheek, and say hello to his contained bugs
They were really happy to see you
You spent the afternoon chatting about what’s new, and listening to him vent about being stuck with the two idiots again during his last mission
After helping him in the kitchen with dinner, you decide that now is as good a time as any to prep for spending the night
“Shino, I’m going to go take a quick shower, okay?”
“Sure, I’ll be checking on my beetles.”
...She was acting fidgety when she was grabbing a change of clothes from the dresser.*
Yes, you have your own drawer of clothes at his house uwu*
He glances towards the drawer in question
But..I don’t want to mess with her things. Hm...
The water just stopped, so I’ll just wait until she comes back.
While Shino contemplated why you were acting sus as fuck in the bedroom, you were trying to calm down before you finished drying your hair
Feeling a bit nervous, you walk out of the bathroom sporting a simple oversized t-shirt and some baggy shorts
Shino looks at you, and gives you a kiss on the back of your hand when you sit down on the bed next to him
Oh thank God, he doesn’t suspect anything
“You seem anxious.”
So that was a fucking lie-
“I-I’m not really-..I-I mean, it’s just that-”
...
“I was wondering if..m-maybe we could- you know..d-do it.?”
“..? Of course we can. I wouldn’t refuse.”
Shino gently lifted your chin and gave you a simple kiss, slowly deepening it
You could feel yourself getting dizzy, but remembering what you had planned brought you back to your senses
You gently lean on top of him, pushing him back onto the bed
You look at him, and nervously say
“C-Can..can we try something different.? I kind of want it to be a surprise, so.. I-I guess what I mean to say is, d-do you trust me?”
Shino gives you a small smile and nods
“Of course.”
“O-Okay then; please, t-tell me if anything is uncomfortable, or if you want to stop, alright?”
“Mhm.”
With that, you grab his hands and start kissing him once more, slowly moving his hands above his head
You take his shirt off, and right after his arms get free from his clothes-
-you proceed to tie his hands together with a pre-knotted silk.
.
.
.
“...So..This is why you’ve been anxious.”
“W-Well, that’s..part of it..
What does she mean “part” of it?
You take your baggy clothes off, revealing black lingerie you hid in your bag, then straddle your tied up partner
“Oh. I..didn’t expect that.”
Drats, he’s still composed as hell! Time to start kicking things up a notch
Shino was not, in fact, composed at all
At least not internally; his heart couldn’t handle this sort of pleasant view
He didn’t think you would take this sort of initiative
You proceeded to leave hickeys all over his neck and chest; he’s always so covered up that it’s not like anyone besides you would see them anyways
You kissed your way down his stomach, and felt how hard he was
You pull down his pants and eagerly caress his dick, planting a small kiss on the head
Looking up at him, you drag your tongue up his shaft and swirl it around the head, slowly taking it in your mouth and sucking
She did not just do that-
While I’m tied up.
You noticed how he seemed to want to buck his hips the deeper you took him in your mouth
You looked up and noticed him turning a light shade of pink
You wondered if you could..
All of a sudden, Shino flinches
!? Did she just..s-start deepthroating me.?
He couldn’t help it; Shino brought his tied hands down and grabbed your head, thrusting his hips against your mouth
You heard his breathing get shaky, and all of a sudden you felt his hot load in the back of your throat
“! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
Shino looks down to see his girlfriend with tears streaming down her face, staring at him while she swallows what’s left of his cum
“Y-You..”
“Hey, Shino..”
You crawl on top of him, rubbing your pussy on his dick
“..Cum for me more..”
Oh my god, she’s completely turned on. It’s like she’s a totally different person..
You lean back and slip him inside you
You let out a moan, and you feel him throb inside you
Oh..he must like hearing me moan
You started to slowly pump yourself up and down
He started thrusting himself into you, wanting to pick up speed
..but you kind of felt like being a brat ✨
You stopped, then started grinding, swiveling your pelvis in circles
He seemed..irritated?
“So, you decided to tease me..”
All of a sudden you feel yourself fall backwards, and find Shino hunched over on top of you
Looking at the silk around his hands, he seems to have wanted to pry himself free a few times..it’s kind of..c-cute..
He kisses your neck, nipping you here and there out of frustration for not being able to grab you
You turn yourself around, pushing your ass against him in this huddled doggy position you both found yourself in
You can feel how warm he is, and notice how much his dick is twitching; you’re more than positive he wants to stick it back in
You slowly push yourself back onto his dick, mewling at the sensation
You can hear Shino release his breath above you, as if he was holding it
Noticing that his hands are right in front of your face, you grab the silk-
And pull his weight forward while you thrust your hips back
“Hn..! W-What..”
Did he just kinda moan??? ✨
You start quickening your pace, causing the man looming over your body to swell inside you
You slow down, and crawl out from under him, leaving his dick agitated
“Leaning over for so long probably isn’t very comfortable when you’re restrained like that, right?”
Shino sits up, a bit confused about what the fuck you’re talking about; He honestly wasn’t even thinking about it because of how good you felt
“I..suppose.”
You crawl over to him and wiggle yourself between his arms, straddling his lap
“This is better, don’t you think? Now I can kiss you all I want!”
“..marriage..”
“Hm? Did you say something Shino?”
“No. This is nice; I get to look at your cute facial expressions while you’re in my arms. I like it.”
..h-he still finds ways to embarrass me even in these situations;;
Shino chuckles to himself, seeing you turn a bit red
He leans forward and presses his lips to yours, progressively making it heavier and hotter
Without even realizing it, you find yourselves grinding on each other, you both getting slicker the longer it goes
You finally lift yourself up, and push yourself onto his throbbing dick
You both pant out of relief, and ease yourselves into a steady pace
You don’t even care about the fact that he’s thrusting himself into you, that you aren’t in as much control anymore
You both just really need to feel each other
“I can’t..resist anymore..Sorry, sweetheart.”
You feel Shino grab hold of your hips; you forgot that the silk hardly made an impact on your size differences
Then without warning, he slams himself deep into you, causing you to dig your nails into his back
You can’t help but cling onto him, grabbing a fist full of his hair
Shino groans into your neck, sucking and biting your skin
He feels you cum, your legs shaking
The sensation of your walls squeezing his dick is too much; his cum is so hot it feels like you’re melting on the inside
He came so much that it’s practically dripping out of you
You untie his hands, and he instantly holds you close to him.
“I’m surprised.”
“About?”
“You taking this sort of initiative. I didn’t expect it.”
“But you found out I was up to something before I even did anything, silly.”
“I didn’t know you’d do this though. But it was cute. I like seeing another side of you.”
With that, you both goof off and cuddle for a while; bath time can wait just a bit longer
I hope you guys enjoyed it! I might put up a poll to see which character out of my requests to do next, I don’t want to put out too many of the same character at once;;
Until next time! ✨
#headcanon#headcanons#x reader#shino aburame headcanons#shino aburame headcanon#shino headcanon#shino headcanons#shino x reader#shino aburame x reader#shino aburame#shino
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Heyyyy I have a question :3
Do you have any headcanon/s for these character : Scraptrap, Scrap Baby, Lady Dimistrecu, the three daughter of Lady D, Heisenberg and/or Molten Freddy ? :3
You don't have to do all the proposition, you can choose what character you want to do :3
Have a good day/evening and stay safe ! :3
*Cracks knuckles* \(^v^)/
You already know I'm doing all of them! Thank you for the ask! Headcanons under the cut!
FNaF6
Scraptrap
He loves rice and would do anything to get his paws on it. Fortunately, the pizzeria is quite close to a Chinese restaurant so rice is easy to get.
He orders a rice-based menu at least three times a week, so the owners aren't at all that surprised to see a tuxedo-clad zombie-rabbit come in and ask for their signature fried rice with buttered lobster on the side.
Since he like to dine-in there, he usually asks Michael to give him a bath in exchange for pizzeria improvements. Michael usually shrugs and gives him a well-deserved bubble bath and his tuxedo.
He likes it when Michael gives him head pats and rubs. It makes him feel loved and appreciated.
He has a pet pigeon named Fernando Buschmann. It's German and likes to listen to the violin.
He likes ASMR and memes. ASMR makes him go feral with murderous intent while memes make him question the modern generation.
He has social media accounts, all named "Willton-Moldover". He usually posts cosplays and furry art on them and has 93 followers on his Reddit profile, 1.5 million followers on his Instagram, 550 followers on his Tumblr, 35 on his Snapchat, and 3.95 million on his TikTok.
He also has a YouTube channel with 10.784 million subscribers called "Willton-Gameover". He plays videogames one-handed and roasts popular YouTubers and famous people. He would never roast Keanu Reeves though, because Keanu Reeves is precious bean.
Due to his popularity he gets a lot of hate mail and private pics. He doesn't like them at all so he blackmails the people who post them. And if the media and police are involved? Well, he has a strong fanbase that's not going down as well as a good alibi so that works out well for him.
Yes, his fanbase also knows of the Fazbear Murders, and he admits to it but frankly, he's shown them the approving ghost kids (who've bonded and gamed with him) so that's no big deal. Only Cassidy hates him, but it's usually constipated anger.
He's bisexual and has an ENORMOUS crush on one of his favourite game characters, Karl Heisenberg. Something about that man reminds him of himself and Henry, although he's not sure what. Still, don't let that distract you from the fact that he owns a nude Karl Heisenberg body pillow, CAPCOM official.
Scrap Baby
Her favourite Monster High doll is Draculaura. She doesn't understand how pink goes well with black but oh boy, pink goes so well with black.
She knows how to skateboard like a pro. Despite her weight, her trusty skateboard still stands and, if she falls, she's always got her skates to spare. She likes to impress the boys at the skatepark with her ability to perform even the most difficult of moves with ease.
She's subscribed to fifteen different tabloid subscriptions. She likes to read them and criticize the stupidity of the human race, like her father. Hey, it's hereditary.
The lights in her boobies glow in the dark. They also glow whenever she gets tired.
She likes reading furniture and gardening catalogues. She's judgy of the prices though and usually becomes a full-on critic with Lefty listening.
She owns a crab named Mr. Tootie. No I will not elaborate on the name. I'll only tell you that it's taken a liking to kazoos and party favours.
She's listed as the No. 1 Best Fan of her father's social media accounts. Michael's in nineteenth place but don't worry, he's as emotionless as a mushroom.
She likes to make origami lotuses. She's such a pro at it that she's even got a mini-stall at the pizzeria: 1 lotus for 50 cents. It's a lucrative business, and it's still growing. Oh, and she switches to other origami works of art every week such as origami guns and origami nine-tailed foxes.
She's the Restaurant Rescue manager. Usually she saves kids from trouble. For this reason, yes, she's commonly seen in the pizzeria itself. Kids love her though the claw worries the more irksome parents.
She's a professional Karen dealer. Karen comes to see the manager? She's hypnotically talented in weaving her words through the toughest of craniums so don't be surprised if a Karen walks out with a new viewpoint of life.
She performs on stage on the occasion, which usually gets her a lot of fan love. She cherishes everything good they give but ignores the problematic everythings. Problematic stuff? Oh, she's good friends with the police chief.
Molten Freddy
He loves noodles. Give him a bowl of ramen and he'll shut up for the entire night. Enter him in a noodle-eating competition and his high metabolism rate means absolutely non-stop spaghetti.
He misses Bon-Bon very much. To the point where he's even tried to make a scrap version of him. Sadly, it doesn't work. He cried that day.
He dies inside whenever he finds out there's a spaghetti shortage in Utah. Poor Molten.
He's a bit wonky, but if he tries to play with you or get into your personal space, don't get mad at him! He's just lonely and wants someone to talk to and play with.
He likes to play Exploding Kittens. It's the only card game he's good at. It's also the only card game he owns.
He sees Helpy as a little brother and boops his nose on a daily basis. He also likes to reenact The Lion King with him (It's the ciiiiiircle of liiiiiife~). Hopefully Helpy doesn't mind.
He knows a lot of jokes in a lot of languages. So German-speaking Molten Freddy wouldn't be too far away from expectation. His favourite jokes are in French though; the wordplay is just immaculate.
He's good in French, English, German, Russian, and Malay. He's currently learning Japanese because he's a mega weeb.
His favourite cartoon is Charlie and Lola. He just likes to see the sibling shenanigans as it somehow reminds him of the good old days.
His favourite shows would be prankster shows. He especially loves the ones that give him new and creative ideas. He doesn't like the scary ones though. They make him feel unsafe and give him anxiety.
Surprisingly, he has a distinct taste for opera. He can modulate the remnants of his voice box to perfectly sing I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major-General. This both pisses off and impresses Henry to an extent.
Resident Evil 8
Lady Dimitrescu
She might act like the opposite but she really loves Heisenberg as her little brother. His determination, strength, speed, dexterity, and workaholic nature impresses her, who can't even fit through a doorway. She sometimes wishes she's as short as him too.
She's an avid collector of glass, porcelain, and anything fragile. It's a good reason to always be careful where you tread in her lair. She'll make you swallow every last shard if you don't.
She's an avid romance fanatic and is very loving towards the romance novels she owns. All those books you see in the in-game library? They're her collection of lesbian romances that she's collected over the past decades.
She doesn't like hats and prefers to stick to the one she wears in-game. She DOES have a collection of hats though. Last anyone counted, there were over fifty, one or two for each decade she's lived through.
She files her nails on a constant basis and owns an ornately decorated nail-clipper. Hygeine is of the utmost importance. She doesn't want to be compared to that filthy Heisenberg.
Despite her size and carefulness she keeps losing her stuff. Over the course of a week she could misplace three wine glasses, two reading glasses, and fifteen bottles of wine.
She's an expert at dodgeball and golf and even owns a lifetime access to the most prolific Country Club in Romania. With permission from Mother Miranda she goes there every year for the yearly party. It's one of the times she gets to see modernity (and Ed Sheeran) at its finest.
She loves bands from the 1920s and 1940s. However, she gets bored of them occasionally and switches them to something more modern, like Ed Sheeran. Seriously though, what is up with mums and Ed?
She's into executions and torture methods. So it's no surprise that she's a HUGE fan of Horrible Histories; even if she can't watch the show, she'll binge-read the books over and over again. She's even had the chance to encounter (and receive an autograph from) Terry Deary. They have sworn a bond not to tell anybody about this.
She loves exotic animals like anacondas and jaguars. She may or may not have owned a 10ft long Saltwater Crocodile (which was also about 5ft wide).
She's an incredible physicist and mathematician. She's also created many original formulae but unsurprisingly, she doesn't tell anyone about them, for fear that either more people may know of her, or that she may be wrong.
Dimitrescu Babes
They can devour an entire human being in mere seconds as flies. It's sort of like the scarab beetles in The Mummy movies. However, unlike the beetles, they are able to strip the bones as well. They leave nothing behind.
They all know how to play the piano with varying levels of success. Daniela can already play professionally while Bela is still stuck on Grade 5.
They love to listen to their mother when she tells them stories. Gotta hand it to 'em, when you're a fly, you know how to enjoy life in its most simple of moments.
They all love being around the hunky Soldats of Uncle Karl. Fortunately, they don't know of the rebellious plan to conquer Miranda.
Bela is bisexual, Cassandra is asexual and pansexual, and Daniela is demisexual.
It gets hard when you're a fly during the summer. If it's not the lizards, spiders, and other predators, it's the heat. Because of this, despite the material waste, they have invented the world's first blood-powered air conditioner.
The three girls have never ever ever touched a stove or oven in their life. They HAVE touched the hot end of an iron though. A good reason to not touch a bloody oven. Alcina has though, but doesn't tell them that.
They love puppies! Uncle Karl brought them a baby labrador. For the rest of the week Alcina had lost quite a bit of favour from them. Not that they minded of course. IT'S A PUPPY.
They don't like snow one bit. Not just because it's cold, but because it's too white. Too bright. Too shiny. They just can't focus on their prey!
They like to go over to Auntie Donna to play with Angie. Well, you know what they say, crazies attract the crazies, and the crazy has attracted the crazies.
They also like to go to Uncle Moreau's because he's the only one in the village with a PS4. Usually they'd spend about three-quarters of a day playing his games and eating his cheese.
Karl Heisenberg
He owns a dark blue armchair named Junkyard. Despite the name, he loves it dearly because it was a gift from Alcina for his twenty-first birthday. It became part of his final transformation too. Right under the hat.
He's a little blind in the right eye, much to his annoyance. It was a minor accident with Sturm; another reason for him to hate the uncontrollable wretch. He'll never live that day down.
Somehow, he sees better in the dark, which is why he wears such tinted glasses. He also wears them to hide his expressions, since, more often than not, he tends to end up wearing his heart on his sleeve, and his emotions in his eyes.
He's under a lot of pressure so it's no surprise that he breaks down in his factory when he knows he's alone. And by break down I mean crumple into an exhausted heap on the floor. Not even his Soldat Jet squad can wake him up until he's had a reasonable eight hours of rest.
He bathes once a day, every evening, but only three times a week. Perfume, tobacco, and cologne keep care of the rest.
He's the only Lord with a daily contact with the outside world due to his electrical abilities. Don't tell Miranda, but he can electrically CONNECT TO GOOGLE AND THE ENTIRE INTERNET IN GENERAL. He likes to play funny YouTube cat videos in his head when Miranda's having a boring meeting. It's also how he finds out that Chris is a boulder-punching asshole.
He does stimming! He likes to tap his fingers on his desk and the metal rails in his factory. He also buys stim toys from the Duke and keeps them in a well-kept box. His favourite is a non-ripping squishable toy duck. He also sings to chill out.
He's absolutely in the Five Nights at Freddy's franchise, and may have once believed in the pizzeria's existence. Come on, he's a mutated Overlord with magical magnet powers. Children souls stuck inside animatronics isn't too far-fetched of an idea. His favourite characters are the Funtimes and the Scraps, mainly because of the blueprint complexity. He HAS tried to replicate the animatronics in his spare time, but he's usually too busy with his Soldats so the project gets scrapped. He loves The Living Tombstone's songs and remixes though.
He doesn't like William Afton at all (though he marvels at his survivability). William's nature and habits remind him of Mother Miranda. He DOES however enjoy Michael Afton and often thinks how it would be absolutely amazing to have that resilient being in his Soldat army.
He's scared of what lurks below the watery depths and fire. Ironic because his brother is a literal fish and he works in one of the most hazardous fire-conducting environments. He's also scared of heights, though he doesn't get airsick.
He once died due to a killing electric shock whilst working on Sturm. It's the only time he's felt that sort of pulsing agony and also the first time he's had the confirmation that yes, Hell is real and yes, he'll end up in quite a dark pit in it. Or it could've been an electric dream, who knows? Anyways his soul apparently ran towards the opposite direction of the flames and he woke up alive after the passing of FIVE ENTIRE WEEKS. Oh boy did Alcina get worried when she couldn't find him.
Thank you for the ask! I hope you enjoy!
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Cold-Blooded [Damian Wayne x Male Reader]
Your Dad and your Ma’s relationship is... rocky to say the least. They were never actually together, no marriage or anything. It was just one night of bad decisions that made you.
So your birth wasn’t well planned. You think the reason your ma even kept you was because she was lonely. She’s raised you to the best her ability for they past fourteen years but it was only recently your dad found out. Now they have joint custody.
See, all of that isn’t normal per say, but it’s not bizarre or anything. Just two inexperienced, lonely people screwing up in more ways than one to make a whole nother screw up. However, your parents aren’t exactly average. One’s not even human. Anymore.
Medusa and John Constantine. By the gods, that’s probably the worst match imaginable. Moms great and all, you really do love her, but she’s a little crazy. Being exiled on an island all alone does that to you. And Constantine’s just... a mess. Not even a hot one.
Even so, you don’t mind being pawned between the two. They’re both great in their own ways and you appreciate the both of them. Right now you’re hanging out at your dad's house. Though it feels more like hanging out with an awkward uncle than a dad.
It’s nearing about 8:00 in the morning, not that you know that. You’re asleep on the couch, gazing blankly at the ceiling. You forgot to close your eyes while you sleep again. It’s sort of creepy.
A sudden pounding on the door startles you up, breaking the staring contest you were having with the ceiling. A contest which you totally won. You blink dazedly and the pounding starts up again.
Mournfully slipping out from under the soft, warm stack of blankets you slept under, you lumber towards the door. You squint through the peephole.
Through the peephole you see a warped view of six costumes lunatics of all sizes. You lean back from the door and let yourself have a begrudged yawn. Gods, it’s way too early for this. Dad’s still asleep even with all the racket.
The littlest lunatic in the hood pounds the door hard enough for it to shake in its frame and you decide you’ve had enough. You don’t bother with the chain latch and just open the door a crack.
“Do you know how early it is?” You groan. The little lunatic, who is actually around the same height as you, scoffs.
“It’s eight pm. A normal person would be awake and ready for the day by now.”
“Well, I don’t know how you people are up then because anyone who dresses like that isn’t normal.” The green guy snorts.
“Listen, we’re sorry to wake you, but is this the residency of John Constantine?” The guy in the black leotard asks.
“... no, why?” You ask suspiciously.
“We are the Teen Titans and we are in need of magical assistance.” The really tall, really exposed, redhead says. “We require his assistance, on behalf of the justice league.” You tense a bit at that.
Okay, you don’t hold the things that the gods did to your mom against those two members of the justice league, Aquaman and Wonder Woman. They seem like nice folks who really do want to do good and not for the selfish, vain reasons gods usually do, but…
They got their abilities from the same gods who really, really messed your mom up for no good reason. So call you petty, but you don’t want to associate with them.
“Sorry, he’s not here.” You say attempting to close the door on them. The hooded lunatic jams the door with his hand.
“This is a matter of utmost importance, you will take us to Constantine.” He demands. You scowl at him and try to shut the door on his fingers.
“Screw off weirdo, he’s not here!”
“He is, you are lying!”
“Am not!”
“Are too!”
“Am NOT!”
“Are TOO!”
“Christ on a cracker, what the bloody hell is going on?!” Your dad shouts, slamming the door shut, fully unlocking it and swinging it back open. Looks like the racket finally got him up. He sags at the sight of the troupe of crazies. “The hell do you people want?”
“We need your help.” Leotard man says.
“Of course you do. With what, I mean?”
“My father, Trigon, has possessed the justice league and we need a way to stop him.” The girl in purple replies. Your dad tenses.
“Trigon, eh? Sounds like a piece of work.” He says. You pretend to cough.
“Says the piece of work.” You tease under your breath because what’s even the point of a dad if you can’t make jabs at his life choices? He gives you a look and you just grin up at him.
“Why should I help you? The kind of magic that I’d have to use against that guy is expensive and tricky. I’m not gonna do it outta’ the good of my heart.”
“Because if you don’t help us, he could destroy the world.” Leotard says.
“Of course he could.” Dad breathes out as he sags against the door frame. You pat his arm. He looks at you and you give him an awkward smile. It seems to help him to a decision. He straightens up. “Well, I guess I don’t want the world to end. I need somewhere for this one to grow up.” He pats your head affectionately.
“Thanks.” You say, a bit embarrassed. Half because that’s the sappiest thing he’s ever said to you and half because, well, it’s nice to know you mean something to him. Even if he didn’t know that you existed until a few months ago.
“Well, come on in then.” He says turning from the doorway and into the apartment. The troupe of crazy people that nearly just broke into your house follow. You flounder for a moment.
“Wait, seriously? We’re just gonna let some random strangers, who nearly just broke in our house, inside just like that?” Your dad looks a bit guiltily at you.
“Sorry bud, but this happens a lot more than I’d like.” He raises his hand hesitantly and gently lays it on your shoulder. “You can go back to your mother while I deal with this, if you’d like.”
“No, no it’s okay,” You quickly reassure, “it’s not bad it’s just… kinda weird. You know it’s weird right?” He snorts.
“Of course I do, but to be honest it’s almost normal for my line of work.”
“You should get into a different line of work then.”
“You know, I probably should.”
Leotard man clears his throat- you know what? You want to know their names before they commandeer any more of your father-son bonding time. “By the way, what are your names? I feel I should know them before we do anything else.”
“Oh! My apologies,” Redhead replies, “I am Koriand’r, of Tamaran. And this is Blue Beetle, Beast boy, Raven, Nightwing, and Robin. We are the Teen Titans.”
“No offense, but you look more young adult than teenager?” She smiles sheepishly.
“Well, I was part of the original titans. I am now the leader.”
“Oh, okay, makes sense.”
“Alright,” your dad cuts in, “so what’s your plan for Trigon? What exactly do you want from me?” He and the Teen Titans begin to plan. You stick around for a bit, to get an idea of what your dad does. It’s not very interesting. So ten minutes into planning, you slip away to make breakfast.
Now, your dad is a mess. Not kind of a mess, a straight up mess. The kitchen is almost a reflection of your father. It’s a huge mess. There’s takeout boxes and dirty dishes strewn across every counter, no room for literally anything there is so much garbage. And this is only a few weeks worth of build up. Dad actually cleaned up before you arrived.
Before you can even begin cooking you have to clean off the counters for some space. You’re trying to balance takeout boxes on top of the overflowing garbage can when a voice sounds from the doorway.
“This place is repulsive.”
“HUAUGH FUCK!” You whip around flinging the takeout boxes across the room. Hooded lunatic, uh Robin you think, dodges them expertly. He seems a little surprised. You clutch at your chest, “Jesus, Christ man!”
“Apologies, I… did not mean to startle you.” He raises his hands a bit, as if calming a rapid animal.
“Apology accepted.” You calm your rapid heart. Your freak out seems to have spooked any animosity Robin had earlier. The two of you stand around awkwardly. He’s a stranger in your house and he’s in a strangers house, which does not make for easy conversational partners. He looks around, avoiding your gaze. His eye catches on a painting on the wall.
“That is… an interesting picture.” He tries.
“Uh yeah, that’s actually a picture of my mom.” You say, playing with your hands.
“That is Medusa.”
“Yeah, she’s my mom.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“I see.”
“She doesn’t actually look like that, that painting’s really inaccurate.”
“Why does your father keep it up?”
“I dunno,” You’d feel weird cooking with him watching you, so you make your way past Robin and into the dining room, “I think either pettiness or affection.”
“Pettiness?” He asks following you.
“Yeah, I mean, they aren’t together? I think they were at least acquaintances before they, uh, ‘conceived’ me. But they don’t seem to like each other very much nowadays.” You say, pulling a chair out from the table. You push the one across from you out with your bare foot and gesture towards it. Robin hesitates a moment, but decides to sit down. “What about your parents? They like each other any more than mine do?”
“No,” He snorts, “I think they like each other much less.”
“Oh.”
The conversation stalls. You shift uncomfortably. Robin stares a hole into the grimy table.
“Why not?”
“Pardon?”
“Why don’t your parents like each other?” He seems to think over his answer.
“They are on opposite sides of the law.”
“Oh, that’s tough.”
“Yes.”
“There’s tons of couples on opposite sides of the law though.”
“Not them. My father’s moral code cannot bend to suit my mother.”
“Ah, I see.” You lean across the table and pat his arm. He looks at it a bit suspiciously, you pull it back. “I’m sorry about your parents.”
“No need to apologize, I’ve already come to terms with it.”
“Yeah, well, still sucks.” You say standing up. “I was gonna make food, wanna lend me a hand? I’m still new to cooking appliances. And electricity.”
“How are these things new to you?” He asks, even as he stands up to help anyway.
“Dude. I grew up on an island with no electricity or WiFi. All of this,” you gesture to the space around you, “is totally alien to me.”
“Ah, I see. Yes, I will assist you.”
“Thanks.”
He failed to mention that he has never used a toaster either. You both nearly burn down the apartment, had it not been your dad’s fire extinguisher.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Annie vs Mikasa: Round 2
They don’t actually fight, I just couldn’t think of a good title for this post. Annie and Mikasa are a set of foils. At times their similarities only serve to irritate one another. At other times, their differences are complementary. Just like Eren / Reiner, and Bertolt / Armin, Annie and Mikasa can become each other’s worst enemies and yet at the same time offer a unique understanding to one another. Here’s an analysis of their foiling as of the latest chapter.
1. Lost Girls
Mikasa and Annie have been opposing forces in the manga ever since Eren saw it fit to compare them. If you look at them from Eren’s point of view they’re incredibly, superficially (on the outside) similiar. Both of them are the only girls in a group of two boys. Both of them are the physically strongest member of their group, and also the most confident in themselves. Annie, just like Mikasa has the ability to quickly act, and she doesn’t hesitate like Bertolt and Reiner are prone to.
Eren is someone constantly fighting against his own weakness, and that’s what causes him to trip up and hesitate. He’s always battling against the idea that he’s mediocre, that he’s all talk, that he’s unable to be strong enough to make the grand promises he makes. As a person he feels lacking, inferior. He lacks the self confidence simply to act. Which is why he gravitates towards people like Mikasa and Annie who just ACT without hesitation. He wants the single-mindedness that Mikasa and Annie have, just by being the people they are, because Eren is riddled with self doubts. Annie and Mikasa both have the strength and self confidence that Eren wants, but they don’t really care about being strong.
Eren would love nothing more than to be able to shut his brain off and become a soldier the way Mikasa and Annie seem to be able to do so flawlessly, but neither of them really want to be this way. The reason that Annie and Mikasa are able to shut their brains off and just fight, is because they see themselves as having fought to survive their entire life, having lost everything else.
They are both girls fighting to survive and find love in a world that they no has absolutely no love for them. They’ve both lost their places in the world, and any and all connecction to the world (except for one person) and because of that they’ve become so desperate that fighting is all they can do.
I bring up the Eren comparison because Mikasa’s been shown to be jealous of Annie in the past whenever Eren gravitated toward Annie. I don’t think Eren had any kind of romantic interest in Annie, I think he just admired her. In a way since MIkasa and Annie are so similiar, Eren can see all of the parts of Mikasa he admires in Annie (her strength, her independence) but none of the parts of Mikasa he dislikes (her codependence, her habit of always following him around).
In the female type titan arc Annie and Mikasa are characters who are incredibly similiar on the outside, especially in the way that Eren perceives them, but we learn the difference between them in their actions.
Mikasa is loyal, Annie is not. And I don’t just mean that Mikasa is loyal to the scouting corps whereas Annie is a spy. I mean, even to their small group of friends Mikasa is someone who is fiercely protective of both Armin and Eren whereas Annie will always run away from Bertolt and Reiner to protect herself. Mikasa clings to Armin and Eren as her place in this world after having lost her original family, whereas Annie completely refuses to get close to Bertolt and Reiner in the same way.
There’s also a certain irony in the way Eren perceives Annie. I mean like I said, he gravitates towards Annie because it’s all Eren thinks he admires in a person, Mikasa’s strength, but without the part of Mikasa that always clings to him. Mikasa’s loyalty towards him has always bugged him but it’s also something that Eren has also always taken for granted because look how hard he freaks out when Annie turns out to have an agenda of her own. He practically begs, and begs her not to betray the scouting corps because he can’t handle the person betrayal.
Anyway this is how we are initially presented their characters, two people incredibly similiar on the outside, but Mikasa is loyal, and Annie disloyal. Of course this is deconstructed in later arcs but we gotta get out of Eren’s POV first.
2. Lost Girls, Found
I set up their foiling in the female type titan arc to show how it’s subverted this arc. A lot of ideas set up in the female type titan arc are now being inverted in the final arc. First we learn a little more about Annie, and how even her circumstances are incredibly similiar to Mikasa.
Mikasa lost her place in the world when her family was killed. Annie never had a place. They are both girls who are incredibly unconnected to the world around them. Annie an orphan with Eldian blood, Mikasa an orphan with Ackerman blood, and the last remaining person of Asian descent inside the walls. They were also marked as different from the world around them because of their birth.
They both have an adopted family member they fixate on, because that person is their sole connection to the world around them. For Mikasa it’s Eren, and for Annie it’s her father. Mikasa’s goal is ultimately to protect Eren because by his side is her place of belonging in the world everything else comes second. Annie’s goal is ultimately to return home to her father because he is her place of belonging in the world and everything else comes second.
Both girls are incredibly, aware of the cruelty of life and how easily people can die and it can all be lost. A dead insect is used to symbolize the revelation in both cases, a dead beetle for Annie, a dead butterfly for Mikasa. For the both of them they also came to this revelation at an extremely young age.
This makes them even more desperate to protect their small place of belonging in the world. Which is why they have the same selfish habit. They will forget about everything else, and run off to protect that safe place when they are pushed against a wall. Mikasa will always drop everything to run after Eren, even if it leads her to doing soemthing stupid or disobeying orders from a superior. Annie will always follow her father’s words and protect herself because she doesn’t care about the mission or the outside world ultimately.
Annie says she’d trample over other people, Mikasa doesn’t listen to Levi and charges straight at the female type titan because it’s the shortest path to Annie. It’s the same behavior, the outside world stops existing to them. Mikasa and Annie both have a small and fragile world that consists of one person they’ve decided is their family. They’re scared of the world at large, because they think they have no place in it.
The story has been gradually challenging Mikasa again and again, to care about the world outside of Eren. It starts in Trost where Mikasa realizes she can’t let herself die just because Eren died because she wants to keep his memory alive. Hange tells her that she might lose the person most important to her in the world, but she has to keep moving forward with that loss.
Mikasa became the first to let go of Armin, when Eren didn’t give up on begging Levi to revive Armin, even though Mikasa had always been the most fiercely protective of their little group beforehand. Floch even points out, that Mikasa is the closest to maturing because she was out of the three of them the only one able to let go. I know Floch is wrong a lot, but Floch tends to talk in theme. I mean he’s not really a character in his own right, he just… talks about the themes of the story. He’s a mouth piece for the author to make obvious comments on the themes of the story, like when he goads Jean into just quietly accepting that the world might end outside of Paradis island. If Floch says something it’s probably a theme of the story.
Mikasa has been pushed over and over again to let go of the person that is her place of belonging in the world. The way she does this is one, realizing how Eren’s actions affect others and two, learning to move to protect people outside of Eren.
It’s Mikasa who calls out Eren for hurting children, and it’s Mikasa who moves to protect Gabi, even knowing that Gabi was the one who killed Sasha. Why? Because Mikasa herself is a lost girl. Because Mikasa knows what it’s like to lose everything as a child.
Mikasa wants to gain the strength to protect someone, because she knows what it’s like to lose everything and doesn’t really want to inflict that on someone else. However, it turns out she’s been protecting the wrong person all along. What’s she been doing then?
For both Mikasa and Annie their wish to have a family, and have some connection to the world isn’t selfish at all. In fact they can be incredibly soft and kind people to those they consider family. However, they have a tendency to tunnel vision and act selfishly when the chips are down. Mikasa enables the worst parts of Eren because she’s so codependent, and Annie is so independent she’s entirely forgotten about the world around her.
Mikasa is slowly learning what Annie already knows, her independence.
Mikasa has slowly been learning there are other things besides Eren that connect her to the outside world, whether it be her sympathies with children like Gabi and Falco who are so much like her and Eren, or her double heritage to both the Ackerman clan and her connection to Hizuru.
At the same time this latest chapter has been showing Annie the opposite. The personal connections to people that Mikasa has always clung so tightly to, and Annie has eschewed are what is slowly coming to matter more to Annie.
When Annie loses all hope, it’s her brief conversation to Armin that almost pulls her back from the edge. In fact the reason she didn’t lose her mind all that time in the crystal is because Armin kept talking to her. Mikasa needs to lose her connections to other people to learn to function on her own, but Annie needs to let other people connect to her.
It’s Armin who pulls her back and grabs her hand when she just wants to avoid others. It’s Armin who counteracts Annie’s long held belief, that the great big world is scary to her. Annie can’t begin to accept the idea that the world might be kind too, unless she learns to accept Armin’s optimism, and his point of view. Annie needs to learn from Armin, but to do that she has to get close to him.
So in the latest chapter we see Annie and Mikasa challenging each other again. Annie and Mikasa have asked each other the most important questions they need to answer.
Can Mikasa actually kill Eren? Can she do what she needs to do? And Mikasa asks Annie the opposite questions? Can Annie follow Armin and be there for him or is she just going to run away again?
I’d say they are both at this point at the final hurdle of their arcs. Mikasa saying that she just wants the old Eren back is the problem. She needs to learn to accept the old Eren is gone. She can either try to save the current Eren, or kill the current Eren, but both of those means Mikasa has to drop her idealized image of Eren and confront the real one right in front of her. Whereas, Annie’s trying to run away one more final time before the end instead of fighting for someone besides herself and her own survival.
Mikasa needs to learn to be independent and function without Eren, and Annie needs to learn to let other people be a part of her life. She can’t live in this world all alone. The same way that Eren once told Mikasa how to live in this world, Armin could help Annie find a way to live, but only if she lets him.
Which is why the connection between these two lost girls is so important. In the Female Type Titan arc we saw them already try to kill each other. However, they’ve always had the potential to help each other find their way so they’ll be lost girls no more.
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Hello there! May I request a SFW ABC list for our lovely purple gremlin Weyoun? (I wont fuss if some nsfw finds its way in there, but I suspect not everyone can be so horny for that goblin)
Here you are! One soft gremlin Vorta! Under the cut because I went off lol.
A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)
Well, seeing as Vorta don't have aesthetics, your personality, kindness and loyalty are what he really likes about you.
B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)
No matter how you view Vorta biology... No. No he does not, not because of any particular reason, he just doesn't see a reason or have a need for children. Plus I imagine it would freak him out considering Vorta are cloned. (He wants you all to himself).
C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)
Help. He's everywhere. If he has a tail, he'll wrap it around whatever he can. He clings to you for dear life, he needs some part of him touching a part of you. If you don't want him climbing on you, don't lay down around him. Constantly invites himself to cuddle with you. He's so touch starved and loves cuddling, he's like a big dog that forgot they're not a puppy anymore.
D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)
He wants to explore everything! History museums, animal sanctuaries, oh wait until he finds out about dinosaurs, and reenactments, and festivals!
E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))
Life. He feels like he didn't have one before he met you, just a tool to be used and disposed when it wasn't working right.
F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)
Simply by being you, being kind to him, talking to him, simple things, but most of all when you can discuss the Dominion and the Founders without getting into an argument or putting down his beliefs. He's perfectly fine with agreeing to disagree, unlike most Vorta.
G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)
Weyoun is gentle in quite literally everything he does, he just has those hands, but when he's with you, it's obvious. He's so tentative and careful, you barely notice he has his hands on you sometimes.
H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)
All. The. Time. If you let him, he will. He holds your hand while you walk, when he's nervous, no matter what he's always reaching for you. If you don't want him to at the moment, he'll pout but he'll listen, though you may catch his hand occasionally wandering or opening and closing when he reminds himself you'd like some space.
I = Impression (What was their first impression?)
Just another human angry at him after the war, blind to the mistreatment and the sort of pressure they're under when given orders.
J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)
Absolutely, but the quiet fuming kind. He'll sit patiently, staring down the offender, and will only step in if you look uncomfortable or it gets rough. Other than that, he observes silently watching your reactions and the others' too. How soon do you come back to him, how soon do you tell them to back off. He'll wait and see. It abates as soon as you're back with him, and nothing happened.
K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)
Weyoun, being the sly Vorta he is, kisses you first while you're flustered from him telling you he loves you.
L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)
He tells you, completely unashamed, that he loves you. While you're trying to find the words, he can see your response in your eyes, and kisses you.
M = Memory (What’s their favorite memory together?)
All of them, literally. He has a fantastic memory and loves making in-jokes out of small things, barely noticeable to anyone else, he remembers the first time he saw you, met you, every step of the way to current day he remembers and thinks back very fondly. But what he holds onto is how it felt. Vorta being clones and all.
N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)
He's a collector himself, so if you've mentioned something you like or are a fan of, it's partially his interest and wanting to see you happy that compels him to buy things for you. Personally he's not a very materialistic person, just curious. He's an average spoiler, if you mention it, he'll make it happen, if you don't, your birthday and holidays are when he gets things for you.
O = Orange (What color reminds them of their other half?)
Whatever color you're wearing that day, he suddenly sees it everywhere. If you're wearing anything orange, it's all that catches his eye, etc.
P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)
He doesn't really use pet names, he much prefers your name, it's more in the way he says it that translates his meaning. He's all about tone and mood. Give him a pet name however, especially if it's in Dominionese, and he absolutely melts. It sends a shiver up his spine, among other things.
Q = Quaint (What is their favorite non-modern thing?)
I know I've been using everything as an answer frequently, but this time I really do mean, quite literally, anything. Anything that isn't being used on the station, or flat out not being used at all on earth, he is absolutely fascinated with, his eyes go big with wonder and curiosity, and he ponders over it all day long. If you actually manage to get something physical, he tears it apart and puts it back together until he can do it with his eyes closed.
R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)
It's very noisy, so staying inside, indefinitely. If it's just spitting you can coax him out, but if it's absolutely pouring, no way. He curls up under and undeterminable number of blankets, and thunderstorms are the worst. He hates it.
S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)
He's used to self-soothing, so when you comfort him it's foreign, he doesn't quite know how to open up. When you're upset, he tries the things you do for him; talking softly, distracting, asking what the issue is, offering food, and sometimes just sitting on the ground and cuddling and kissing all over your face.
T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)
Anything and everything, human, Vorta, Vulcan, Andorian, doesn't matter. It's mostly politics or culture, but honestly no topic is safe, but please tell him if he's talking too much or you'd like silence, once he gets going physical cues are useless.
U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)
Curling up in a dark, quiet room under tons of blankets, fiddling with whatever new thing he's found. Or, you know, curling up with you and reading a book.
V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)
His collection and knowledge! He's like a kid that lists off everything they know about their special interest, except his special interest is humans. Feedback and new knowledge are very much appreciated, and please acknowledge how much he knows. He loves it so much.
W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)
He doesn't, simply because no matter how hard he tries, he still thinks there will be a replacement of him if anything happens. How can you say you're with him until death do you part if he never truly dies? Would you reject the next clone, with all the same memories? How would you cope? He can't hold you to that sort of thing. It's a technicality he can't see past.
X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)
Uhm... He doesn't really get music? He enjoys it and all, it's nice background ambiance, he likes classical because it's calming, but he can't really tell which song it is or who it's by, it's all so random to him. He doesn't know the name, but you do; his favorite is Le Carnaval Des Animaux, 13, Le Cygne by Camille Saint-Saëns.
Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)
He doesn't think of getting married, but he does think of how you might react if he proposed. He's confident you'd say yes.
Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)
Anything in a terrarium. Geckos, snakes, bearded dragons, fish from Oscars, piranhas, to betas and angelfish, all properly cared for, as well as some larger insects and arachnids like praying mantis, atlas beetles, tarantulas, scorpions, you name it. Obviously properly taken care of to the letter, and not before consulting you. Don't be surprised if he shows up with a crested gecko just a week after he's gotten a leopard gecko.
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Fears Headcannons
Here’s some headcannons of the Ikevamps with an MC with a fear of thunderstorms, ghosts, the dark, and bugs. Hope you enjoy!
Thunderstorms
Theo
Theo understands your fear all too well. He has his own fear of cats, after all.
When a pretty bad thunderstorm hits and he notices your hands shaking, he knows exactly how you’re feeling
Without asking any questions, he takes your hand
Theo gathers an assortment of blankets and pillows on the way to his destination
He leads you right to the cellar of the mansion and ignores your questions
He sets up the blankets and pillows in a corner and flops down, tugging you down with him
“You’re scared of thunderstorms, right? It’s not as loud down here.” He opens his arms wide, “So I’ll cuddle you for as long as you need.”
He’ll play with your hair and distract you with stories from his childhood
You and Theo stay down in the cellar together for quite some time, even after the storm has passed
Mozart
Mozart finds thunderstorms incredibly annoying
The cracks of thunder disturb him while writing music and while playing
He’ll roll his eyes and seek inspiration for his music elsewhere
This leads him right to your room
He’s surprised to see you in bed with the covers over your head. Sleeping this late in the day?
When he calls your name, you let out a yelp
Only then does he realize what’s going on
Just like you helped him overcome his fear of carriages, he wants to help with your fear
He’ll lead you right back to the music room and sit you down at the piano bench beside him
Mozart will play you your favorite songs in hopes of distracting you from the thunder and lightning
He’ll even teach you to play a few simple songs
Vincent
Vincent very much enjoys thunderstorms
Dark clouds and heavy rain make him feel at peace somehow
But when you come into his room with tears streaming down your face, he’d do absolutely anything for the storm to go away
Vincent doesn’t really have any fears, so it’s difficult for him to understand your fear
Despite this, he’ll comfort you however he can
He’ll pull you to his chest and tell you to listen to his heart beating instead of the thunder
Kisses, cuddles, and sweet words will distract you from the storm outside
Ghosts
Arthur
Theo thought it would be funny to tell you that the mansion is haunted one night as he passed you by in the hallway
It was a joke, of course. Or was it?
Joke or not, you're now on edge
While cleaning up in the library, you hear the floor creak behind you and a shriek escapes your lips
“Sorry, luv. Didn’t mean to scare you.” Arthur gives you an apologetic smile as he wraps his arms around you
Arthur didn't think much of it. He thought he just happened to startle you
But as days go by, he notices that you're acting differently.
One night he decides to visit your room to ask you about it
His footsteps echo in the empty hallway, and when he stops outside your door he hears a whimper from inside.
“Darling, are you alright?” He opens the door and is surprised to see you in bed with a blanket over you
“Oh, Arthur! I thought you were a ghost.”
“So ghosts have been distracting you this whole time? I’m rather jealous.” He frowns
That night he decides to lavish you with love, leaving no room for anymore thoughts of those pesky ghosts
His name is all you’ll be thinking about
Dazai
Dazai had no idea you were afraid of ghosts until he told a ghost story
He took your silence as interest, and told the scariest story he could come up with
It wasn't until he finished that he realized the fear in your eyes
“Toshiko-san, it was only a story. Like a fairytale.” He reassures you, but the damage is done
His story has made you paranoid as can be, flinching at every little noise you hear
Dazai feels guilty, of course, and decides to take you on a date into town
He does everything he can to take your mind off of the ghost story
He’ll take you on an extravagant tour of Paris, showing you every nook and cranny
At the end of the day, you’re so tired and content with your date that you forget all about the spooky story
Once you’re asleep in his arms, he’ll stroke your hair and whisper a sincere apology
Shakespeare
Shakespeare’s place is a little eerie, especially at night
Strange things seem to happen, too
One night while enjoying your tea, a book falls from its place on the table
Another night it’s the sound of something moving around upstairs that startles you
Shakespeare doesn't think much of it, but your mind starts to spiral
The breaking point is your teacup falling and shattering, when no one was anywhere near it
“Shakespeare,” You grab onto his sleeve nervously. “Your house isn’t haunted, is it?”
Your question makes Shakespeare laugh
“Forgive me, my dear. But you needn’t worry.” He stands and crosses the room to pick something up
And settles down a warm furry bunny onto your lap
“This is Puck. No ghosts at al, just a naughty bunny”
He sits beside you and pets your hair while you pet Puck
The Dark
Comte
Comte picks up on your likes and dislikes pretty quickly
He strives to make you comfortable and happy
He notices that at night you always carry a candle while walking the hallways
Almost instantly, he has more lanterns installed in the hallways
He gifts you the most beautiful candelabra for your room, with lavender scented candles to go with it. All with the hopes of easing your fear of the dark
And when you spend the night in his room, he keeps a couple of candles lit throughout the entire night
“I hope these candles will make you feel more at ease, ma chérie”
“I always feel at ease. And it’s not because of the candles, it’s because of you”
Napoleon
Napoleon thinks your fear of the dark is pretty cute
Especially because of the way you cling to him at night
But in order to help you conquer your fear, he tries to put you in situations that might help
He’ll take you on long walks at night
He doesn't mind how hard your grip his hand, or how many times you need to be reassured that everything’s okay
He’s there to show you that the dark can't hurt you and that there’s nothing to fear
At the end of the night, he’ll reward you and show you that good things can happen in the dark
Isaac
Isaac doesn't really understand your fear
He’ll ask you to tell him about it, and he’ll listen intently as you explain your fear
Even though talking about your fear out loud makes you feel ridiculous, Isaac reassures you that there’s nothing to be ashamed about
Ever since learning about your fear, Isaac makes sure that he’s there for you whenever you have to face the dark
Everyday he’ll make sure he’s by your side before nightfall
When it’s already dark out, he’ll meet you in your bedroom so you don’t have to walk to his room in the dim hallway
To make you feel more comfortable at night, he’ll leave the window wide open to let the moonlight in
And if that’s not enough, he’ll pepper your cheeks with kisses to distract you from your fear
Bugs
Sebastian
Your fear of bugs doesn't go unnoticed by Sebastian
While gardening together, you can’t help but scream when a bee buzzes by your ear
And when a beetle nearly lands in your hair, you’re nearly in tears
Sebastian does his best to calm you down by telling you these bugs won’t harm you
He sends you back inside where it's safe from all the bugs
He’ll prepare you a snack and a cup of tea to calm your nerves
Sebastian promises that he won’t let any bug come near you while he’s around
Jean
Jean heard your scream coming from the library and he bolted
He went in with his hand on the hilt of his belt, prepared to fight anyone who would dare make his Mademoiselle scream like that
He lets out a sigh of relief to see you unharmed and alone in the library
“What is it, Mademoiselle?” He asks
His heart drops once more when he notices the tears in your eyes
“Spider,” you manage to say
The spider in question is nothing but a daddy long leg, but Jean fixes a stern look on his face
“You’ve frightened her.” He’ll pick the spider up and set it back down outside
You can count on Jean to get rid of any bug in your path
Leonardo
Leonardo had brought a walking stick bug into his room after finding it outside
He made a quick sketch of it and let it crawl on his hand and up his arm
When you came into his room, you smiled and him and walked closer to see what he was sketching
“A bug?” Your smile quickly turns into a frown
“It’s called a phasmatodea. See?” He gestures with his chin to where the bug rests on his arm
You let out a gasp and nearly fall over in your haste to get away
“Cara mia? What’s wrong?”
You dash out of his room without replying
“Sorry, buddy. It seems like she’s afraid of you.” Leonardo chuckles and takes the bug back outside to where he found it
Even though the bug is long gone, you refuse to enter his room for nearly a week
He doesn’t mind, though. He’ll wait as long as it takes for you to feel comfortable again
It just means that he gets to spend more time in your room for a change
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nsfw alphabet🎇
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warnings/disclaimers: nsfw and therefore 18+ puh-lease doughnut pull up if you’re a minor, that is super not groovy. several euphemisms for sex. blatant abuse of grammar and punctuation. swearing.
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nsfw under the cut
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) ~
Jumping right into the aftermath, we’re gonna set the tone of this entire thing with Shino softly panting in your ear as he comes down from his high. Shino may be Shinobi, but I feel as if after a little personal time with his s/o, he may be a little out of breath. He doesn’t go out of his way to impress (it just comes naturally, if you catch my drift) however Shino does allow himself to let a little looser than usual, so I don’t think post orgasmic sighs of relief are out of pocket. Now he’s been holding your hand the entire time, and I’ll die on that hill. Afterwards he’ll kiss your knuckles and mutter something along a, “Thank you for allowing me this.” Can you tell I’m a hard simp for soft Shino? He truly appreciates you for giving him your full intimate attention. He’ll spend a moment or so pressed into your body before pushing himself up and moving to take a shower. Shino strikes me as the type to shower afterwards every time, and so you’ll just have to bathe in the post sex/shower afterglow when he emerges later.
Then again it may prove more fun to join him instead.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) ~
Shino doesn’t really romanticize appearances; unless of course we’re referring to his insects, in which case they’re all so beautiful. Give him the time of day and he’ll open your eyes to the aesthetic woes of the millipede. No, but truly it just isn’t something that occurs to him.
How he appears outright isn’t a pressing issue to him. Shino’s only preference is that he seems clean, but outside of that I believe the Aburame clan in general values functionality over looks. To be fair, they don’t even really gotta worry, because every Aburame we’ve been presented with to date has been pretty nice on the eyes.
Shino! If he was asked to make a choice concerning himself, I think he’d vote his physique as his favorite feature. His body aids him in being a capable Shinobi, and also acts as the perfect hive to his insects. What more could he ask for?
As for a partner, I’m inclined to repeat myself on the whole, “He doesn’t care,” trope. For the sake of content, however, imma pull through with some non nsfw content. Because when you smile? Oh, Shino will vault over the moon. Especially if he is the cause of it.He loves the curious upturn of your lips when you ask him about his day, or the cheeky grins you offer him without warning. And if you smile against his lips while you’re kissing? He’ll silently implode.
We don’t get to see enough of Shino’s smiling throughout the series, so please do enough for you both.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…) ~
If I am your first exposure to the bug cum headcanon, then I’m sorry you had to hear it from me but if you’re gonna thirst over Shino Aburame, then this is a rite of passage. Bug cum. What is it, and what can we do to stop it?
Kidding!
Now listen. Prior to the life of a Shino enthusiast, I had never considered the thought of bug cum. It isn’t particularly my favourite kink, but ya know, I could probably get behind a lot of things if Shino was the one asking.
The general consensus is Shino’s cum being laced with his beetles as he reaches his climax. Now I don’t think it’d be an unruly amount, but you could expect enough to make their presence known, wherever they end up. It makes logical sense. I think Shino would be embarrassed about this one and only circumstance concerning his bugs, but it’s short lived. When it comes to his insects, Shino is exceptionally confident. I think he’d be concerned the first time he mentioned it to you, unsure of how you’d react. He’d immediately then ask himself if he was willing to be with someone who couldn’t come to terms with such a key aspect of him. So yeah, you’re either with it, or you’re out.
And even if the aspect of bug cum was null and void, I believe his insects will make a debut during the act no matter what. We’ve seen what happens when Shino loses control over his insects, both illustrated in the bath house scene where he becomes so relaxed, Shino’s beetles begin to wild out with Nick Cannon and terrify Kiba. I’ll also cite that Boruto episode where we see him drink for the first time in the entire timeline. Hilarity once again ensues.
So with all of that being said, I think when Shino orgasms, you’ll have to expect some sort of spectacle being made via: bug.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) ~
Not so much a dirty secret, moreover just a preference, but Shino likes it when you’re on top. Not by choice, but Shino is usually isolated before he’s even given a chance. Maybe it’s solely the bugs, maybe it’s his aura, maybe it’s Maybelline. Now he does have a splendid little network of friends that he manages to accumulate, but I think he craves something a little more than platonic intimacy. Can we fault him for wanting to be taken care of every once and awhile?
So, if he ever seems a bit out of it: get on top. It’s nearly foolproof. Leave open mouthed kisses against his throat and interlock your fingers. Let him feel you as much as you are feeling him.
I don’t believe Shino is necessarily a sub, but he doesn’t mind sitting back and letting you do what you will from time to time; as long as you’re both enjoying the moment.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) ~
Allow me to expose all of my goofy headcanons. Now I am confident that you will serve as his first in nearly all aspects of your relationship. The one thing he, Shino Aburame, is equipped with prior to your first time together are the hours he’s poured over literature. Anything that needs to be known can be learned through the written word, and what better way to accumulate tips on pleasuring a lover is there than exploring key skills and tactics? Makeout tactics, that is.
What I am subtly trying to convey is that Shino has read and owns Icha Icha novels. They are purely scientific and for research. Count your blessings.
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@sortinghatchats: Bokurano Edition
It’s no secret that I’m more or less obsessed with Bokurano, and that I absolutely love @sortinghatchats‘s work. So, finally, I’m going to combine the two and sort the fifteen pilots! I’m using @wisteria-lodge‘s animal terminology and including both burnt and exploded houses. There’s probably mistakes in here since I’m a very new sorter, so don’t expect the work of a veteran here. I’m just doing this because I love sorting and Bokurano’s a good show. Also, there will be SPOILERS under the readmore, as well as the usual content warnings for Bokurano: a lot of child death, plus brief mentions of rape, suicide, and familial abuse. (Let me know if I missed something!)
It’s no secret that Takashi Waku is a Lion secondary. He’s a shounen protagonist. ‘Nuff said. His primary is a little harder to pin down - for a while I was torn between Badger and Lion, but I’m going to go with Badger. While there’s some traces of a glory hound Lion’s “this is gonna be awesome” attitude in him, on the whole he’s driven by the Badger thought process of “the world needs a savior, and, well, I’m the one with the fucknormous robot”.
Masaru Kodama is as exploded Bird primary as they come. He’s organized his life around a strict and unhealthy set of principles, survival of the fittest taken to an extreme, and his wealthy, sheltered upbringing gave him the echo chamber characteristic of exploded Birds. Within the confines of that system, though, he’s a Snake secondary who lives by his whims. Stealing Kokopelli’s glasses, being an ass to the neighborhood cats, going on a rampage through the city - he does things because he feels like it.
Isao Kako’s houses are a perfect storm of tragedy. He’s a very young Bird primary, still working out his system and looking for guidance anywhere he can find it. Even if it’s obviously bad guidance like Dung Beetle’s suggestion to go rape Chizu, he’ll listen to it. The boy’s about to die. His world’s been turned upside down. He’ll grab on to any anchor he can find at this point. His exploded Lion secondary turns those ill-advised ideas into equally ill-advised actions that he throws himself into utterly - Chizu had to kill him to get him off her back.
Speaking of Chizuru Honda, I’m usually not the best at spotting models, but she’s definitely got one. Specifically, she’s a Snake primary modeling exploded Lion. She’s obsessed with a cause - namely, kicking Hatagai’s ass - but not for its own sake. She rages against him because he hurt someone she loves. While she thought their affair was between the two of them, she was willing to forgive him, but when he dragged her sister into it, that was the last straw. Her secondary’s hard to pin down, but I’m guessing a burnt Bird. As a young child, she seemed to appreciate knowledge, but at the time of the series, Hatagai’s betrayal has ripped out her moorings, and she’ll do whatever it takes to make him regret his actions.
Daichi Yamura is also a Snake primary, though if he has a model I can’t see it. More than anything else, Daichi loves his family, and would do anything for them. His secondary seems to be Badger. He’s hardworking, diligent, and finds fulfillment as a provider for his siblings.
Mako Nakarai was easy to pin down as a Badger secondary. She’s studious and hardworking, and loves to work with her hands - all classic Badger secondary traits. Her primary was harder for me to figure out, but Snake seems likely, since deep down she just wants to be loved.
Kunihiko Moji is yet another Snake Badger. He’s devoted to his childhood friends, who are like family to the orphan boy, and he’s very big on the principle that friends should be able to rely on each other. Add his dutiful and reliable personality and he’s a textbook example of his sort.
Maki Ano is definitely a loyalist primary, and I’m leaning towards Badger. She loves her family, she loves her friends, she loves pretty much everyone except Jun (whose treatment of Kana infuriates her) and Dung Beetle (who’s… Dung Beetle). What really solidified her as a Badger primary for me, though, was the very end of her battle, where she opens up the enemy robot’s cockpit, acknowledging the humanity of the people she’s about to kill. Secondary-wise, she has the boisterous determination of a Lion.
Yousuke Kirie was hard for me to figure out, but in hindsight, it seems pretty obvious that he’s a Snake primary who’s just starting to explode. His family is everything to him, and while he’s not outright hostile to others, even friendly (if a bit reserved) towards the other pilots, he’s more than willing to sit idly by while the universe is destroyed if he doesn’t like the way it’s been treating his mom. I ended up having to guess his secondary, but I’ve got a hunch he’s a Bird.
Aiko Tokosumi had me stumped for quite a while, but I think she’s a double Lion. The scene where she lashes out at Yoko for her betrayal gives me Lion primary vibes. Her secondary’s a little easier to pin down as Lion - she exhorts and inspires, drawing on an indomitable Leonine spirit to lift up the ones she loves. She sings, she encourages her friends, she talks her mom out of a mental breakdown. If Lion is the shounen protagonist secondary, Anko’s got the motivational speeches down pat.
Takami Komoda is a pretty clear Bird secondary - proper, patient, doing things the “right” way. I struggled with her primary for a while, but given the sheer amount of strength she draws from her father’s love, I’m thinking Snake. (Bokurano seems to have a lot of Snake primaries whose circles are their families!)
I didn’t get a very good handle on Kanji Yoshikawa, but the sheer amount of scheming he does points me towards a Bird secondary. I’m even less sure of his primary, but that gives me Bird vibes too.
Yoko Machi is so badly burnt I struggled with her sorting for a while, but I eventually pinned down her primary as burnt Lion. Yoko’s a seeker of justice forced into a fundamentally unjust role, and when she comes clean, her Leonine code of honor shines through. (Killing your own brother in retribution for his transgressions would normally point me towards exploded Lion, but let’s be real here, Dung Beetle deserved it.) Her secondary, however, is burnt beyond recognition. With how much she’s suffered, and how little time passed between her redemption and her death, there’s not really much to go on here.
Jun Ushiro-Tanaka. He’s probably my favorite pilot, but more to the point, he’s a textbook burnt Snake primary, an asshole because he doesn’t know what else to be. In the later part of the show he gradually unburns, first taking a few tentative steps outside his little circle of one when he visits Kirie, and ultimately letting his family and Yoko into his heart shortly before his death, until he finally gives his life without hesitation for the sister he once abused. I had trouble with his secondary at first, but I’ve pinned it down as a burnt Badger. For most of the show he’s pretty listless, but when he’s healing in the last days of his life, the thing he does that stuck out to me most was helping Kana and her friends build a treehouse. Helping others. Working with his hands. Badger things.
I think the onion ninjas are lurking around here somewhere.
Finally, Kana Ushiro is, like her brother, an unhealthy loyalist primary, but she’s the opposite unhealthy loyalist primary to him, an exploded Badger. Could the girl with the martyr complex the size of about three Zearths be anything else? She also shares Jun’s Badger secondary, but hers is healthier. She’s comfortable in the domestic role she’s taken on, patiently caring for her brother no matter how strained their relationship may be, and in the epilogue she tenderly cradles a wounded bird as she comforts the Yamura siblings, showing them that their lost brother was a true hero.
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ZUKKA PROMPT 🔥💧 Zuko fainting and Sokka catching him (they are already a couple). It can be anything. Maybe sickness (he was feeling weird all day for example), maybe stress (maybe because he is already Fire Lord and he has all those meetings), maybe exhaustion (after training with Aang or not sleeping because of Fire Lord duties).
Fire Lords Need Their Rest
“I really hope Zuko’s doing okay,” Sokka sighed as he laid on Appa’s saddle looking up at the sky. “I mean I’ve been gone for-”
“Yeah, a month!” Katara snapped. “It is all you talked about during the solstice. The whole month. Zuko this and Zuko that! Next time just bring him with! I’m more than a little sick of hearing about it!”
Sokka sat up and shouted back, “HEY! You know how Zuko does with the solstice! Fire benders get sick when they don’t have the sun! And it isn’t like I haven’t had to deal with you gushing about YOUR BOYFRIEND endlessly!”
“I’m sorry…” Katara answered looking embarrassed. “I forgot… I shouldn’t have said that. You’re right. You just really miss him, and I hate when I have to be away from Aang.”
“I hate when I have to be away from you too, Katara!” Aang chirped from where he sat steering.
“Oogie!” Sokka groaned before he went back to staring at the sky and worrying about his husband. Was Zuko eating right? Was he getting enough rest? Was he listening to Guards Kenzo and Ming about taking care of himself, like Sokka had instructed Kenzo and Ming to do before he left? Did he remember to let Zuko know that was why their favorite guards were now on him about that stuff?
He thought for a few moments and suddenly recalled the adorable eye roll Zuko had given him when he’d let him know, and Sokka felt himself calm down.
“Hey Aang, how much longer until we get to the palace?”
“Two hours.”
Two Hours Later
Zuko had been in a meeting with General Fong when Ming came and stood at attention with a smile.
“Speak.”
“Fire Lord Zuko, Fire King Sokka has just arrived with Water Tribeswoman Katara and Avatar Aang. They are in the courtyard if you would like to go-”
“I’m sorry, but I’m not done talking with-” The unpleasant Earth Kingdom General began, but Zuko was already on his feet and walking out the door.
He paused in front of a particularly shiny and reflective gold statue in the entryway to fix his hair and robes, before heading out into the courtyard, ignoring the look Ming gave him and setting his eyes on his husband. He smiled for the first time all week.
Katara smiled at him, before pointing to him, saying, “Sokka go say hi to your husband, you dork.”
Sokka’s face lit up with his radiant smile as he rushed to envelop the Fire Lord in his arms, and Zuko was home for the first time all month.
“I missed you too.” Zuko sighed as he returned the hug, choosing to ignore the way the world swayed for a moment. Sokka did not need to know that he hadn’t slept in… How many days? Zuko wasn’t sure. He stopped sleeping again after his uncle had gone back to Ba Sing Se.
Right then General Fong came storming out into the courtyard shouting, “We weren’t done talking about the import tax of geminate candy!”
“Another word before I’m done saying hello to my husband, and I am banning the import of the stupid rock candy,” Zuko growled, before tightening his hold on his husband and inhaling the comforting scent of seawater and a scent that screamed Sokka.
Aang laughed at that, before jumping down from Appa, right as Sokka’s stomach growled.
“Ming, tell General Fong that we will have to reschedule our meeting for after lunch,” Zuko ordered with a smile, as he leaned back in the embrace and looked up at his husband. In the past few years, Sokka had shot up in height and stood taller than most people. Stupid Water Tribe genes, making Sokka into a total pillar of muscle that towered over Zuko.
Zuko loved it. He loved how when he stood next to Sokka, he felt safe. He loved how Sokka’s body curled around him, creating a warm alcove of home and safety. He loved how every inch of Sokka was filled to the brim with love and loyalty. He loved Sokka.
He rocked up onto his toes and rewrapped his arms around his husband’s neck, before pressing a kiss to the man’s lips. Sokka happily returned it, before pressing another to Zuko’s forehead.
“I missed you, Beautiful.”
“I missed you too, Sokka,” Zuko replied, smiling. “Now let’s go get you some food.”
Then Zuko turned to Aang and Katara saying, “You don’t mind if I have a private lunch with-”
“Please do.” Katara interrupted. “I can go get something in the city with Aang. I really do not want to see what a private lunch entails.”
Zuko flushed, but Katara had been absolutely right about the way he planned for his private lunch with his husband to go.
If he had his way, and Zuko knew he would, then he was going to be finding himself thrown onto the table- And oh no… Everything was rapidly swaying, as Sokka let go of him to give his pack to a servant.
“Sokka!” Came the distant sound of Katara shouting, as the ground rushed up to meet the Fire Lord.
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Sokka had only stepped away from his husband for a few seconds to hand Shoji his pack, when Katara shouted, “Sokka!”
He whipped around to catch his husband, when he’d realized what she was looking at, just in time. Zuko had fainted or passed out, and Sokka already had a fair idea of why. He had known the moment he caught the earthy scent of makeup on his husband, that the man was likely covering up the shadows of exhaustion on his face. However, in his relief at seeing Zuko for the first time in a month, Sokka had been willing to not bring it up until after their lunch, but now it looked like he was going to have to wait until his husband woke up.
“Ming?” Sokka asked, looking at the guard. “When was the last time the Fire Lord slept?”
He wasn’t going to like the answer. He knew he wasn’t. He had never once asked that question and received an answer that had made him smile. This time was no different.
“Counting the nap he took yesterday, during lunch?”
“Naps don’t count.”
“Five or six days ago.”
Sokka sighed and shifted his husband in his arms, so he was carrying him bridal style. Then he nodded at his sister and headed into the palace. He had known leaving his husband to his own devices for a month hadn’t been a good idea, but he had been so excited to join in the Southern Water Tribe’s celebration of the darkest time of the year when Yue’s light filled their days without interruption. However, if Zuko was going to do this every time he was gone, and he did, then Sokka wasn’t going to be able to do this again.
It looked like he was only going to be able to make it work by bringing Zuko with him and staying for the short period of time that Zuko was able to handle without getting moon sickness.
For now, he had to make sure Zuko got his rest and a proper meal.
He was in love with a complete moron.
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When Zuko woke up, he was in bed and curled up in Sokka’s arms. It took him longer than he would like to admit to realize what had happened. When he did realize, he groaned and curled further into the embrace.
How many people had seen him pass out? Did that awful General Fong see? Would the man try and use it as a sign of weakness and use it to exploit Zuko during their negotiations? How would that beetle roach react, when Fire Lord Zuko refused to allow it to be a way to manipulate him?
“I can hear your brain thinking way too hard, Babe.” Sokka sighed, as he let go of Zuko and sat up to grab something off of his nightstand. That something turned out to be food.
Zuko sat up as well now, and his stomach gave a growl of hunger. How long had it been since he had a proper meal and not just bites of food between meetings?
Sokka held out a piece of mango to his mouth, and Zuko looked up from the offered food and at his husband.
“You obviously aren’t responsible enough to feed yourself, if the palace staff’s report is anything to go by, so I’ve decided that making sure you eat is now my job.” Sokka joked with a loving smile, and Zuko accepted the food.
He made eye contact with the Water Tribesman, as he wrapped his lips around the fingers that held the mango chunk, and felt a fierce sense of pride at the way that smile fell and became something sinful. If Sokka insisted on feeding him by hand, then Zuko was determined to make it into a game of how many bites of food did it take to break the man’s control.
He was sure this game would leave them both very satisfied.
He licked away the juice that dampened his lips before practically purring, “Of course. Thank you for being equipped to take care of my needs, my love.”
It didn’t take much more than that and meeting Sokka’s wide eyes with his own fiery gaze to break him.
Round one of this game had left them both extremely satisfied.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22462120/chapters/54249058
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Moroccan Outlaw
Pairing (Bart Allen x reader)
Synopsis: Living in the wilderness of Morocco by yourself after your parents were killed for witch craft, you fight to survive with everything that you have learned of magic and the myth that now surrounds your name. You think that your life will never change of this endless cycle until one day, a certain team comes to your dwelling to investigate strange news of something powerful lurking in the forest. That is when your life changes forever.
Warnings: None
You had never considered yourself a threat to anyone or anything that wasn’t a threat to you. You nor your parents had ever meant anyone any harm, however the world is a cruel one and doesn’t take lightly to things that it does not understand or take the time to adapt to. At the age of 7, your parents were taken and burned after being found out they were practitioners of witchcraft and magic. They had both come from a long line of magic users and taught you everything that they knew, including the combat that your father had picked up while serving in the army during his time. The only thing that you had of them now was a few books of magic, a few charms, and faint memories that haunted your dreams at night.
The town considered you a myth, a legend, and even an outlaw. At just the age of 8, you had learned what it took to survive in these rare conditions and kept to yourself, avoiding people at almost all costs. Tonight, was a full moon. This was the most significant time of the lunar phases because it was when the most powerful book of spells that your parents had left you gained even more spells and charms to use. You had opted to stay in your house and practice the spells that you would be gifted. Well, if it could even be considered a house. The place that you lived was like a three- story tree house over a wide stream. It was in a smaller clearing but still high enough up that no passerby would see it. There you and your panther, Onyx would live out your lives.
It was a normal day waiting for the spells and nothing in the world was happening to your knowledge outside of the usual mess of things. Well, at least that it what you thought.
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“Team, there has been a sudden disturbance in a sector of the forests of Morocco. It is thought to be magic with the level of power and magnitude that it emitted, however we cannot know for sure.” Nightwing informed the team, “We need to find out who or what this is and see who’s side it’s on.”
The only ones who weren’t on a mission right now was Nightwing, Blue Beatle, Impulse, Beast Boy, and Robin. Everyone else was either off or on mission assigned earlier. They got into the ship and headed off to Morocco to investigate whatever was going on.
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You settled in on your cot next to Onyx and watched as the sun started to set. Everything was going as planned. You had your herbal tea next to you and your spell book in your lap just like all the nights before. Everything was calm and peaceful until the magic sensors that you had put around your dwelling picked on a low flying craft. Onyx’s ears pricked up as you listened closely.
Hearing it get closer and then the sound stopping made you go on high alert. You walked to your table and summoned a looking spell to see what on Earth was going on. You saw nothing at first, but upon further investigation, you found that the ship was shielded with invisibility tech.
“Interesting.” You thought, “Tell me who these people are.” You said after seeing a few figured jumping out.
“Heroes?” You thought aloud, “I wonder what they’re doing here.” “Onyx, it’s time to go for a hunt.”
Onyx’s ears pricked up and he stood, walking to your side. Sliding on your combat boots and gloves, you stepped out of the shelter and traveled by the trees to where the ship was, not too far away. You observed them from a distance, sticking to the shadows and staying out of site along with your panther who was circling the group.
“Nightwing, I feel like we’re being watched.” The smaller one with a cape and jet -black hair said to who looked to be the oldest.
“I know what you mean.” Nightwing replied, “Just keep your guard up and...” He stopped dead in his tracks, “Impulse, don’t move a muscle.”
Everyone started at Impulse as he stopped, noticeably frightened at Nightwing’s command. They looked around until seeing a massive black cat staring at them from a small clearing like it was about to pounce. Then they all saw what Nightwing really was pointing out. A snake was coiled up in front of Impulse waiting for him to take a step closer. All of them were startled when you spoke up.
“Down Onyx.” You said in Arabic.
The panther went into a resting stance and didn’t pounce at the team but you on the other hand came into few after a few seconds of moving in the shadows.
You then stared at the snake, eyes gleaming red before it contracted and looked straight at her hissing. After a second it had been ripped apart and withered away with the wind.
“You know you really should be more careful hero.” Your magic swirled from your fingers before disappearing once more, “The floor of these jungles move with life.”
You jumped down to the ground, leaning on a massive boulder, “Who are you? Quickly, before I have Onyx sick you.”
“We’re part of the Justice League.” The leader with a blue and black suit and domino mask said, “I’m Nightwing, this is Robin, Impulse, Blue Beatle, and Beast Boy.”
“What is your business?” You demanded.
“We are here to investigate a surge of energy. Now I can assume that you were that energy surge. We’re here to take you somewhere where you’ll be safer and away from all of this.” He finished.
You smirked some at how hopeful he sounded. That was something that you had learned not to trust over the years. Hope was a delusion and something to pity for all who really relied on it.
“I’ll come. But only if you can catch me.” You smirked, lifting your index finger which started swirling with glittering red and purple smoke before your body was completely engulfed in it and you reappeared in the tree tops.
“Base.” You said to Onyx before starting off away from where the team was.
“Catch her.” Nightwing said as they all started to go after her in preassigned teams.
After some time of losing the team, you stopped on a branch and rested for a second.
“Watcha doin up there?” You heard from below. You smiled some when you saw Impulse.
“Becoming quite bored of this endeavor.” You said.
“Well then, allow me to entertain you malady.” He darted up the tree fast enough to not give you time to react, “Gotcha.” He smirked grabbing you.
“Please, can’t a girl play hard to get?” You said before disappearing once more, “Over here lover boy.” You waved from a different tree.
“Impulse, Y/N is a witch, take her to the starting point and we’ll give her a dose of some white light.” Nightwing said into the comm before Impulse was about to take off after her again.
“Got it wing.” He replied.
Impulse chased you to the starting point before you noticed what was happening. You went to turn around before Blue Beetle shot a beam of white light at you. With somewhat of a mix of a screech and scream, you fell off the branch that you were on and plummeted to the forest floor.
“I got her!” Impulse said going for you.
After a few seconds, you regained your senses and looked around before meeting his gaze. Rubbing your temples you spoke up, “Thank you.” You got out of his arms and brushed yourself off.
“No problem beautiful.” He said smiling at you as he got a good look at your figure.
Your skin glimmered in the moon light, contrasting against the dark red and black costume. Your now purple and gold eyes shinned in the moon light as you swept your hair out of your face.
“I don’t even know you name.” You said feeling weird that this random costumed person would just chase you down only to save you.
“Oh, I’m Bart, Bart Allen. That is presuming you’re coming with us.” He said.
“Y/N, Y/L/N.” You replied putting your hand out for what you thought would be shaking hands. Instead he took yours and kissed the top of it like he was trying to either be a gentleman or funny. You couldn’t decide which one it was.
“So, you’re coming with us?” Nightwing asked.
“Yes, well, that is as long as I can grab my panther and my books.” You said, “Trust me, it won’t be long.”
He nodded and you chanted a spell before the entire contents of your home was in a small box and your panther walked up next to you. He wasn’t that big and would never get that big which is why your parents wanted you to have him.
You sat next to Impulse and watched the forest fade out of view. Your home was now a tiny speck in the great big world, and you figured that you’d never see it again whether you wanted to or not.
“Have you ever been outside of your home?” Impulse asked you noticing the weary look on your face.
You shook your head, “Never.” “My parents always hid me away in fear that I would also be... well, executed with them if we were ever caught with magic.”
“I’m sorry.” He said giving a sympathetic look at taking your hand, “You’ll like it at the cave, trust me.”
“I’m sure I will.” You said as Onyx laid his head on your lap.
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*Narrator voice* A few months later
“Hey babe.” Bart said kissing your cheek.
“You missed Speedster.” You said before he pulled you into an actual kiss.
“Watcha reading?” He asked laying his head on your shoulder.
“Spell book, tonight’s a full moon so it got new spells a few minutes ago.” You answered.
“Could we cuddle?” He asked you.
“Will you still let me read?” You asked.
“Mhmm.” He answered.
“Okay.” You picked up your book and the both of you walked to your bedroom with Onyx who was tailing you.
The both of you curled up on your bed while Onyx jumped to the foot of it and laid down. Wrapping into the blankets, Bart laid his head on your thy and rubbed circles on your hips.
“I love you.” You said.
“I love you too Y/N/N.”
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AHH I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WORK SO MUCHH!! I’m glad request are open once again and I wanted to request for Midoriya, Todoroki, Shinsou, and Bakugou with the scenario of being drunk! Please and thank youuuuu
Hello my little love bug! I LOVE YOU TOO! And I’m so glad you like my work! (｡’▽’｡)♡
I just want to say that writing this was an absolute blast, and I couldn’t stop laughing as I wrote it! I actually made it last night (I actually had a few drinks myself, so I could get in the right mindset for it, of course), and edited it this morning! I wrote a scenario that involved all of them at a bar together- I hope that’s alright! And I hope you enjoy the tipsy boys and their shenanigans! o(^▽^)o
* Warning: Remember! Do not drink unless you are of legal drinking age! Being drunk seems fun, but it is not good to drink in excess
(yes I am a hypocrite).
* Disclaimer: This scenario is written assuming that all characters are of legal drinking age.
🍺 MIDORIYA 🍺
This kid has maybe been to one bar in his life, and that’s only if you count AppleBee’s. However, if he and his friends did go to one, he would probably would order a Mojito (he didn’t know what to get so he just went with the bartender’s recommendation and ended up liking it).
TOLERANCE: Slightly Low.
I mean, he can hold his alcohol well, he just can’t hold that much of it.
I mean this is Deku we are talking about.
He isn’t exactly going home and downin’ spirits on the regular.
KIND OF DRUNK: Emotional Rollercoaster Drunk
I don’t mean he’s crying the whole time, I mean: whatever his current state of mind is- it is amplified by the alcohol.
If he’s a little worried, then suddenly he’s in the utmost depths of anxiety and depression.
If he’s happy, then suddenly he’s the HAPPIEST man to have EVER lived EVER!
If he’s upset, then suddenly he’s READY TO THROW FUCKIN’ HANDS, PUNK.
Basically, he’s just all over the place.
Midoriya: *happy as a spring-chicken*
[Friend]: Buddy! I’m glad you’re feeling better! You were so down a few minutes ago, what happened? Did you get some good news?
Midoriya: *very enthusiastic* Somebody told me the peanuts are free!
[Friend]: Wha-? What do you mean?
Midoriya: I mean THE BARTENDERS ARE BASICALLY GIVING AWAY FREE PEANUTS! It’s AWESOME!
[Friend]: *visibly confused*
🍺 TODOROKI 🍺
To Shouto, bars tend to be more of annoyance than anything else, so he tends not to go to them. However, he will go if invited. He would order a Long Island Iced Tea (the ‘give me a splash of everything’ drink).
TOLERANCE: High.
Drinks at home regularly, but not excessively.
I mean, can you blame him? If I had Todoroki money I’d be splurging on some high quality booze too.
Crown Royal? Grey Goose? CHILD’S PLAY. How about Remy Martin’s Cognac, Talisker Scotch-Whisky, or Rhetoric Orphan Barrel Straight Bourbon instead?
KIND OF DRUNK: Easy-Going Drunk
If he manages to drink enough to become intoxicated then you are in for a treat.
Because when Shouto is drunk, everything is interesting. Let’s talk about all the things (albeit a little slower than usual, and through slurs).
He wants to hear everything anyone has to say.
You want to talk about stag beetles for an hour? Shouto wants to listen to you talk about stag beetles for an hour.
Would be the one to start talking to the old guy at the bar, and intently listening to his life story.
Old guy: *goes on for an hour about his time in the war*
Shouto: So… what did you do? After the war ended?
Old guy: Well, it’s funny you should ask…
Old guy: *goes on for another hour*
Shouto: *completely content*
🍺 SHINSOU 🍺
He really doesn’t like bars, and will do everything in his power to avoid them. Bars are expensive and everyone is annoying. But if dragged to one by his friends, he will order a Black Russian.
TOLERANCE: High.
Drinks at home regularly, but not excessively.
He likes to keep it simple by just adding vodka to whatever is in his fridge.
Orange juice and vodka, lemonade and vodka, RedBull and vodka, the possibilities are endless.
KIND OF DRUNK: The Cuttin’ Loose Drunk
If he gets drunk, he’s still himself, just more fun-loving and care-free.
“Everyone probably thinks I’m a villain” Shinsou turns into “Guys, there’s a cat outside!” Shinsou.
In addition, he is a bit gigglier than usual.
Drunk Kaminari trips and Shinsou just cracks the fuck up and doesn’t stop laughing for like 15 minutes.
Also, he kinda just wants to go do something fun (subconsciously still trying to get out of the bar).
Shinsou: *with hazy child-like excitement* Guys, we should go play mini-golf!
THE BOIS: *PRACTICALLY SCREAMING IN THE BAR* FUCK YES!!! PUT-PUT!!!
Everyone: *Proceeds to go play mini-golf for 5 FUCKING HOURS before finally getting their drunk asses through the course ONCE.*
🍺 BAKUGO 🍺
In his opinion, bars are stupid, but he does enjoy watching or participating in the fights. As you might have guessed, he would order a Bloody Mary, but he would also order Flaming Dr Pepper shots for everyone later on.
TOLERANCE: Average.
Doesn’t do a lot of drinking in his down time, but has done enough to have a standard tolerance.
Basically only really drinks at get-togethers or social events.
In his defense, it’s hard to drink much of anything when you’re yelling all the time.
KIND OF DRUNK: Force of Nature Drunk
Is an unstoppable force.
Takes bold and boisterous to a whole new level, saying whatever is on his mind (like he normally does, but with less hesitation, and without holding ANYTHING back).
Will say with unwavering sincerity whether or not he hates someone or loves them.
Also asks everyone to fight him, and gets frustrated when no one does.
Is the one that starts fights with inanimate objects.
Bakugo: *trying to square up, but swaying a little bit* YOU THINK YOU CAN IGNORE ME, BITCH!? YOU WANNA FUCKIN’ GO!?
The Bois: *half of them laughing their asses off, the other half dead serious* You tell that fountain statue, buddy! Kick its ass!
Bakugo: *Proceeds to power smash the fountain statue to smithereens*
The Bois: FUUUUUUCK-
I hope you all enjoyed the shit show, and that maybe it made you laugh! (*≧∀≦*) And I hope it was all you hoped it would be Anon! (*＾v＾*)
xoxo, Mama Smutsy ✾(〜 ☌ω☌)〜✾
~ P.S. I am going to get to as many requests as humanly possible as efficiently as possible, so please don’t think that if I don’t respond right away that I’m not going to fill your request! MAMA WON’T LEAVE YOU HANGING (It just might take a while for her to get to it). Thank you all for your patience! ♡ ~
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