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marsipanic · 1 year

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LancexOC Fic

I don’t have a title quite yet. It was supposed to be one shots, and I still might do that, but I needed a solid intro for how these two met and what their personalities together were like so now we have *motions vaguely* this. Its like 2700 words so my bad...

CW: There are cuss words in this fic. I literally cannot take the CoD universe form of cursing lmao it’s so ridiculous to me and takes me out of it at times so there will be none of that here. Also some brief violence and blood.

Anyways, I have Lance brain rot. Here is him and his bbygirl, Wyn, getting into trouble and flirting in their own way.

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Lance tilted his chair backward, hands behind his head, and closed his eyes as the other students whispered. Surprisingly, they weren’t about him this time, despite his rare presence in the lecture hall. Something about a transfer student, and an unusual appearance.

“Eyes like Moon Opals,” someone said. “I swear it!”

Utter rubbish, he thought. It was just like them to exaggerate.

The room fell into silence at the sound of the door opening. Lance heard the sound of Invidia’s footsteps and noted the lack of insufferable squeals from the girls.

“Please do come introduce yourself,” Roy said.

There was a moment of peculiar silence. Then soft gasps traveled through the room.

“I told you so,” someone said, vindicated. “Moon Opals!”

His curiosity piqued, Lance opened one eye to see what the fuss about.

There, at the front of the room, stood a girl with hair the same color as Invidia’s valet, except it fell to one side, below the shoulder. She wore black on top of black, and her most colorful piece of clothing was the dark grey jacket that practically swallowed her small frame. On her neck was a small, black choker, and on her ears were an array of silver ringlets and studs. She did not smile, and Lance saw for himself the opal eyes, surrounded by black shadow, that peered back at the class, unimpressed and cold. They were like opals, a peculiar shade of Luxurean lilac, mixed with iridescent white.

It didn’t occur to him that he was full on gaping at her with the rest. It was when her eyes traveled through the sea of students, and found his that he started and quickly turned his head away, resuming his usual, uncaring persona.

“This is Wynifred Brahm. She comes to us from Luxure. Let us do our best to make her feel welcome, yes?” Roy said cheerfully, when Wynifred did not speak. “There seems to be an empty seat available next to Lance.”

“Rotten luck, getting placed next to Ira the first day,” the whispers started again.

“Well, she doesn’t seem that pleasant herself. Maybe they’re a perfect match.”

“Haha, oh no, what a nightmare.”

Lance did not bother opening his eyes to give a silencing scowl. He’d save that for when she turned to speak to him, and instill the same fear of him that everyone else had. He waited, eyes still closed, as Wynifred slowly made her way up the stair, and to the seat beside him. The chair dragged against the floor, and he heard the quiet ruffling of her clothes against the seat. Then silence.

When she did not speak for a time, he once again peaked one eye in her direction. She sat quietly, eyes staring, coldly, at nothing, straight ahead. She didn’t even appear to acknowledge Lance’s existence.

Just as well, Lance thought. He needn’t be bothered by yet another strange person.

Invidia assigned each student a magical formula and they were to work out the answer.

“Helping your fellow classmates is encouraged,” Roy said, as with a flick of his finger he passed out the papers.

It was a bit more complicated than the usual, but nothing that couldn’t be sorted out in time. As students surrounding him scratched their heads in confusion, Lance set to work.

Beside him, the sound of furious scribbling had already began. He looked to see Wynifred was already finishing the formula. She wrote the final equation at the bottom of the parchment, set her quill down with finality, and raised her hand.

Lance stared in disbelief. There was no way that she could have solved that that quickly…could she?

Invidia found his way over after helping a few of the fawning girls in the class.

“Are you stuck, perhaps, Wynifred?” He asked with a smile.

“I’ve finished,” she replied, plainly. Her voice was higher pitched than Lance expected, and more gentle.

Roy’s eyes widened in surprised as he picked up the parchment and looked it over.

“Impressive,” he said. “I daresay, you could help some other students with the formulaic concept if—”

“No,” she said before he could finish. “If that’s all for the lecture, then I would like to be excused.”

Hesitantly, Invidia nodded, unsure as to what else to say. Wynifred stood, and without sparing a glance in anyone’s direction, left the room, leaving the prince’s stunned and the rest of the room bustling with rumors about the new transfer student.

“What, is she some sort of genius?”

“Too good to be bothered with any of us, it seems.”

“Did you hear how she talked to Prince Roy? So rude.”

Lance scowled and clicked his tongue. She only just got here and already the lot of them were wagging their tongues about her. Typical. Although, it wasn’t as if she made it very hard for them, with those eyes, and her strange clothes.

None of my business, he thought. But his eyes lingered on her empty chair for a moment, before turning back to his parchment.

***

Wyn sat at the tavern counter and ordered her favorite Volerian honey wine. Everyone was too drunk to bother her, or notice the peculiarity of her eyes, and that was a blessed relief.

It was hard to say how she found herself in the situation she was in. She had been counting cards for crooks in the slums of Luxure one minute. The next she was being hauled away by guards to the Isle of Colde, on the orders of the headmaster. He was an odd man, with a strange way of speaking, she thought. It was almost as if every other word he spoke was a lie, although Wyn couldn’t put her finger on why.

Through her periphery, Professor Hawke, Prince Fenn, and the Avarian valet, called Jasper, filed in, talking energetically amongst themselves. She bent her head lower, curtaining her face with her hair, but to no avail. Fenn noticed her almost immediately and made his way over, draping his arm familiarly around her shoulder.

“Why, hello, peculiar beauty,” he said. “Shouldn’t you be back in your new dorm room? Naughty girl. You caused quite a stir on your first day, you know.”

Wyn kept her eyes on her glass and tried not to keep her voice level, despite being annoyed by his antics. He was the crown prince after all, although she knew there was some debate as to how much longer he would be.

“Your Highness,” she said in plain acknowledgement. Fenn sighed, loudly.

“You don’t have to be so formal with me, my dear Opal,” he said. “I want us to be close friends! Won’t you join our table?”

“She clearly doesn’t want to drink you nosy lot.”

Wyn and Fenn turned their heads to see Lance Ira approaching the bar counter. He briefly made eye contact with Wyn before setting his sights on the Luxurean prince still draped around her.

“You don’t know how to leave well enough alone, do you?” He said. Fenn released his grip, and seemed to float over to Lance, a dreamy grin on his face.

“Don’t be cold, now, Lance. I was only trying to give our new friend a warm welcome. Maybe she’ll come if you offer, hmm?” Fen smirked, and his eyes squinted like a fox.

“Don’t drag me into such nonsense,” Lance said, now scowling. “I just came here to drink, not be friendly.”

Don’t think there was ever danger of that, Wyn thought, and turned back to her cup.

“See? You’ve gone and offended the peculiar beauty, the poor, lonely Opal. What a brute,” she heard Fenn pout, and disgruntled noises coming from Lance.

“Wha—now, see here,” he started, but Wyn drained her cup in one fell motion, and placed it on the counter with a punctual “clunk”.

“I was just leaving,” she said, and quickly hopped down from her stool.

“Surely, you’re not walking back to the academy alone?” Hawke piped up from the table, where he was looking on amused.

“Indeed,” Jasper concurred. “There are all sorts of uncouth things that happen in the shadows. It’s not safe for a young lady.”

At this, Wyn smirked. There was a point in time where she was the uncouth thing in the shadows, waiting for some drunk fool to pass so she could rob his pockets for her next meal.

“I will be fine,” she replied. Fenn’s eyes widened, but then a broad grin spread on his face.

“Lance should walk you,” he said to which Lance startled, and then furrowed his brow.

“Don’t volunteer me, you idiot,” he snapped, although he didn’t necessarily look angry. It didn’t matter at all to Wyn, who walked past them calmly, toward the door.

“Don’t bother,” she said, and left them, mouths agape.

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Perhaps I should have taken the help after all, Wyn thought as she stared up at the starry sky from the cold cobblestone of the town. Blood ran from her nose and lip, and merged into the small puddle of blood forming behind her ear. She was fairly certain a rib or two was broken, and she hadn’t the energy left to attempt a healing spell.

Unafraid of the dark, unfamiliar paths, and always dressed to hide in them, she turned down an unlit alley and thought to know what to expect. Growing up in the slums prepared you for just about anything, and she knew just about every trick there was to catch lost strangers, and. She had even escaped slavers, mistaking her for a Vanan, before. There was nothing to be afraid of, anymore. She had seen the worst people had to offer and lived to tell the tale.

So when the bottle smashed, hard, over her head, and she hit the ground, her immediate response, through blurred vision was to cast fire, and to cast a lot of it. Everywhere. Black cloaks were set ablaze, and some cries of pain and surprise ricocheted through the alleyway.

“You little bitch…!” One said, before kicking her hard in the side, and when she did not cry out, enraged, they struck her again in the face before escaping into the darkness.

Wyn managed to lean against a wall, and stumble, and then crawl, somewhere closer to the main road in town, away from the smoke and chaos she had conjured. Finally, collapsing on to her back, she conceded that she may have underestimated the rogues on the isle. Regardless, she would make her way back to the academy, eventually, somehow, and take care of the wounds herself. She only need rest for a moment…

When she stirred, she barely noticed was moving. Frantic voices took turns on either side of her and she could only make out a word or two here and there.

“…never let her go alone!”

“This is…most worrying.”

“Why did she…”

Wyn’s face was pressed against a firm back, and she was cloaked in something warm, on top of her already too-big jacket.

Smells nice, she absently thought.

It was short-lived, however, when she heard the rattling of the academy gates opening. All at once she had remembered her predicament, and jolted upright, shocking everyone nearby.

“Don’t move, don’t move,” Hawke said. “You’ve been injured pretty badly, and we don’t know to what extent.”

“Put me down,” Wyn said, and fought to wrangle free from Lance’s back. He did release her, only to catch her around the legs and waist when she immediately thereafter crumpled at her knees from the jolting pain in her ribs and head.

“I’m afraid we can’t do that, Opal,” Fenn was heard saying, and Wyn winced at the note of pity in his voice. “You’ve bled quite a bit, it seems.”

“We’re taking you to the infirmary at once,” Jasper finished.

“No,” she said, her voice strained. “I don’t need the damned infirmary. I just want to go to my chamber, alone.”

“Hey.”

She turned her head to see Lance looking at her. His mouth was a hard line, and his brow furrowed in frustration, but his eyes were glimmering with concern.

“Stop being a nuisance, and let me take you to the infirmary,” he said. “Then everyone will leave you be.”

Wyn paused. She was drawing quite a bit of attention to herself, fighting them this way. The last thing she wanted was for more people to see her in that state. It was bad enough she was found by the one lot she’d have to see nearly every day. If she could become invisible in that moment, she would have. The pain was nothing in comparison to the humiliation.

As if he read her mind, Lance turned to the others.

“I’ll take her, this time. Best not to cause even more disruption. You all go on.”

“You’re sure, lad?” Hawke asked, not convinced.

“Her injuries are going to get worse the more we sit out here trying to wrangle her like a wet cat,” Lance said, and Wyn felt a pang of annoyance at the comparison. “I’ll take her, it will cause less disruption.”

After a moments pause, the others agreed, perhaps understanding what was being left unsaid, and went to their chambers, after saying they would be checking up on the matter. When they were out of sight, Lance wrapped Wyn in his coat once more and, cradling her, took her to the infirmary, with not a word spoken between the two of them, until she was in the infirmary bed.

“It was foolish of you to walk back alone,” he said.

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion,” she said, flatly. “Or your help, for that matter.”

“Would you have preferred that we left you, bleeding and unconscious in the cold?”

“I would prefer to be alone. Speaking of which, why are you still here?” She asked. Seeing as Toa had been notified, and was on his way, there was no reason for the Irian to still be there.

His cheeks turned a slight shade of pink, and he turned his face away, scowling.

“Most people would just say ‘thank you’. You’re the ungrateful sort, then?”

“What ‘sort’ I am doesn’t concern you,” Wyn meant to sound angrier, but her breath hitched in pain, and she grimaced. The scowl on Lance’s face melted away into blatant concern, then into a sheepish expression.

“Next time, I will walk you,” he said. “And before you say anything, I want to be left alone, as well. So just hush, and let’s just get on with it.”

Now, too exhausted to fight, Wyn shut her eyes, and clamped her jaw. She was at the mercy of others at the moment, with her magic too depleted to heal, and her head was pounding.

I suppose this is better than waking in cold, she thought, begrudgingly.

“…your name is Wynifred, then?” Lance asked.

There was a long silence, and Lance scoffed.

“I don’t even know why I bothered ask—” he began, frustrated.

“Wyn.”

“….!”

Lance’s eyes widened in surprise.

“I prefer Wyn,” she said, softly.

Lance nodded. He sat beside her, wordlessly, until Toa entered the room, looking rather put off.

“Creators, why am I not surprised to see you involved, Ira,” he said.

Lance clicked his tongue and, wordlessly, stood to leave. Wyn felt a pang that wasn’t her ribs, almost as though she was dreading the idea of him leaving, and she opened her mouth to say something. When he noticed, he raised an eyebrow at her.

“What? Too afraid without me now?” He mocked. Wyn rolled her eyes and chastised herself for being so ridiculous. She was exhausted, clearly, and had had quite enough of Lance Ira for a lifetime. She frowned and turned her head out the window, refusing a rebuttal.

“Have it your way, then,” Lance said, and past Toa who had healing potions on hand. An odd feeling took hold of him as he left the foyer, and glanced over his shoulder to look at the silhouette of the peculiar transfer girl.

#court of darkness #court of darkness lance #Lance Ira #Lance Sata #my oc #fan fic #idk man I have brainrot

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rsmrymnt-tea · 2 years

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he’s tapping into my deep love for domestic fluff and my current reignited interest in fountain pens 🫠 unbelievable, this timing

#flos ira #dola would. they would. this conversation i see happening so vividly #im so easy ahdjshaja just this little chat about a fountain pen has me so so so brainrotted omfg #AAAAAA MAN THIS CHAT!!!#im so unwell for him im normal im normalll hnggg #SO nuts how bad this chat got me tf

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anamizuiro · 4 months

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Matching IkeVamp suitors with classical pieces that likes to invade my brain

Was browsing more classical music to listen to but then I remember I used to get bits of IkeVamp brainrot listening so this list has cometh to be.

Characters Listed: The Residents, William, Vlad and His Minions.

Author Note: why does the bad guys always get the banger ones when it comes to music istg... also did you know? I was about to put Dies Irae (Mozart) in Charles' list before i changed my mind but decided to give it to Vlad instead because i like the vibe (except I gave Vlad Verdi's Requiem of Dies Irae instead because apparently there is another piece titled Dies Irae).

Napoleon

Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy

Arabesque No. 1 by Claude Debussy

Toreador March/Les Toreador by Georges Bizet (specifically that part.)

Vlad

Prelude in C Sharp Minor by Rachmaninoff

Four Seasons, Winter by Antonio Vivaldi

Moonlight Sonata, 3rd Movement by Ludwig Van Beethoven

Lacrimosa by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (early composition) and Franz Xaver Süssmayr (finishes the rest of the piece) (Mozart was unable to finish composing this piece because he passed away. So the person who commissioned this piece hired his student to finish it. Source: Google)

Fantaisie Impromptu by Frederic Chopin

Verdi's Requiem Dies Irae by Verdi

Arthur

Habanera from Carmen Suite by Georges Bizet

Por Una Cabeza Tango by Carlos Gardel

La Campanella by Liszt

Vincent

Peer Gynt, Morning Mood by Edvard Grieg

Four Seasons, Spring by Antonio Vivaldi

Nocturne Op 9 No. 2 by Frederic Chopin

Minuet in G Major by Christian Petzold (said to be attributed to Bach)

Theodorus

Tristesse by Frederic Chopin

Nocturne in C Sharp Minor (No. 20) by Frederic Chopin

Shakespeare

Nessun Dorma by Giacomo Puccini

The Swan/Le Cygne by Saint-Saens

Fur Elise by Ludwig Van Beethoven

Leonardo

Bouree in E Minor by Johann Sebastian Bach

Minuetto in G by Luigi Boccherini

Comte de Saint-Germain

Cello Suite No. 1 : Prelude in G by Johann S. Bach

The Nutcracker Suite, The Waltz of The Flowers by Tchaikovsky

Aquarium by Saint-Saens

Pomp and Circumstance March No. 1 by Edward Elgar

Jazz Suite No. 2: VII. Waltz No. 2 by Dmitri Shostakovich

Danse Macabre by Saint-Saens

Mozart

Symphony No. 10 in G Minor: I. Molto Allegro by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (basically his own piece)

Hungarian Dance No. 5 by Johannes Brahms

Charles-Henri

the Nutcracker Suite: Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy by Tchaikovsky

Gymnopedie No. 1 by Erik Satie

Funeral March by Frederic Chopin

Faust

Toccata and Fugue in D Minor by Johann Sebastian Bach (i'm so sorry it just fits him)

O Fortuna : Carmina Burana by Carl Orff

Symphony No. 5 by Ludwig Van Beethoven

Jean

Moonlight Sonata, 1st Movement by Ludwig Van Beethoven

Airs a faire fuir by Erik Satie

Valse Triste by Jean Sibelius

Dazai

Blue Danube by Johann Strauss II

Sleeping Beauty Waltz by Tchaikovsky

Tales of Hoffman, Barcarolle by Offenbach

Isaac

Flight of The Bumblebee by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov

Cradle Song AKA Lullaby by Johannes Brahms

Air on the G String by Johann S. Bach

Sebastian

Rondo Alla Turca by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Eine Kleine by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Symphonies de Fanfares : Rondeau by Jean Joseph Mouret

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp theodorus #ikevamp charles #ikevamp comte #ikevamp faust #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp shakespeare #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp sebastian

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sentience-if · 3 months

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personally i think we should all get val brainrot. clearly there's not enough people who wanna pick him up and put him in a jar and shake him around

Val brainrot was the first wave, then Connie, then Klaus, now we're back to Connie. so yeah we're due for Val. (or kat and ira 👀)

#ask #sentience if #val

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player-1 · 9 months

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Throwing myself back into the Nexomon brainrot since there's already a bunch of tidbits (and personal headcanons) to Metta's quirks and general attitude to anyone/everyone he interacts with and no one's taking the time or thought into mentioning them. And you know…To see if anything changes on his part in Nexomon 3, and I will keep pushing this agenda until the game finally comes out :)

To list a few interesting things mentioned in N1 (and definitely a long post ahead):

First the canon bits out of the way:

-Metta (and Nara) are over a million years old after Omnicron's initial invasion of the human world and after Ulzar killed the other CoO and Doggo Dad, with those two being the last living members of the family up until Nara’s (temporary) death in Extinction. Metta specifically mentions "waiting a million years" for his resurrection plan to finally come into fruition just before MC fights Omnicron in the main story, but it's mostly a 'blink and you miss it' nugget of information (same goes for Ulzar revealing Nexolord's/Metta's name in the Netherworld DLC one time).

-Metta lived in the Frozen Tundra for an undetermined amount of time, possibly when Juliet and Glacia were in their early childhood; with Juliet slowly but adamantly believing that he's a vampire (will explain later) and still reads cheesy YA vampire novels into adulthood, while Glacia admires him for his cold-hearted nature and extreme lack of empathy to other humans.

-It's not exactly specified when Micromon takes place in N1 (or when Project Pixekai goes bust), but Metta possibly gained Malk as a tutor/evil accomplice sometime during said-early childhood and after Malk left Pixekai a broken smoldering mess behind him; refurnishing a bunker in FT into a secret lab/research facility to study the properties of Nexomon and possibly laying the groundworks to the resurrection plan (and Metta becoming an master technician as well).

-Some time after Glacia gets appointed as Overseer, she's the only one who was made aware that the Champions (ie. the Omnicron fam) are not human, and even says aloud about these super-powered monsters bickering like children over who gets to fight the MC and stop them reaching Omnicron's Tower. Glacia later throws herself into the Netherworld and corrals the Wardens to her side in a attempt to "save" Metta from the clutches of death, release Omnicron in his stead, and make him become the real NexoLord instead of MC...To be clear, Metta wasn’t dead, and he was still alive two weeks before the Netherworld story and no one figured it out!

-Metta might of had another name before defeating Nexolord Remus and gaining the title as his namesake (or just opted to call himself Nexolord until he got the clout to go with it), which is somewhat fair since he finally got the experience of being an only child for the time being.

-While Metta was also shown to have sacrificed himself to finally revive Omnicron, the Netherworld DLC only shows the element-based siblings (Fona, Arqua, Ventra, Luxa, Grunda) stuck in Nightmares with their own Wardens and MC getting stuck with Ziegler after the really weird implication that MC released Omnicron on accident in that two week time span (even if it’s never shown or explained). Not to mention a “joke” headstone later found in Extinction that makes you double-guess if he even died in the first place…

-And while it's not explicitly mentioned, but Metta might've put together the Overseers to reflect his terrible opinions of his siblings, the same goes for him riding the high of being a leader and roping said-siblings into pretending to be humans until everything comes together. As for the Overseers: Ivan and Ira could relate to Fenrir/Fona, Remus with Nadine/Ventra, Hendrick with Merida/Arqua, Spencer with Zetta/Luxa, Khan with Deena/Nara, and Jack with Ulrich/Grunda. To me, Hilda would've been scouted to become an Overseer due to her psychic abilities, but quickly defected to save humanity in her own way (ie. turning them into spirits/ghosts). Glacia would definitely be considered Metta's (most true and loyal) Overseer cause of said cold-heartedness but also being one of the few humans besides Malk who understand his true motives and wholeheartedly accepts his plan on reviving Omnicron.

And now for the headcanons! >:D -Metta would've had an incredibly hard time adjusting to, or even stooping down to, creating a disguise for himself despite his hatred for humanity; same would possibly go with him learning to write and/or read for himself instead of staying in hiding for all eternity. Also in contrast to the rest of the Omnicron fam using their powers or a surplus of energy to create a human form, Metta is just a walking human-shaped balloon and his head is the only solid part of his body (even his eyes are the same color as his main Nexomon body. Glass/prism eyes perhaps?). It might also solidify Juliet's vampire theory if he didn't take the time or effort to fake natural body heat, or having absolutely nothing to do with physical contact ever despite living in the tundra; and maybe his unnatural features were made to make himself as intimidating as possible (in complete contrast to his cringe ass bowling-ball self).

-Metta's ahoge (the blue streak of hair) might work like a pull-tab to "unravel" his disguise and reveal his Nexomon form underneath (almost like a candy wrapper). It could've spread as a rumor between the grunts (or by Zetta to tease him), but zero people would even have the balls to do it in the first place for obvious reasons.

-While Metta would despise every human who ever breathes in his general direction, he might have a reasonable amount of respect to scientists/inventors (possibly from Malk and the Pixekai Project) and any tamers with exceptional skill and strength (Remus, Hilda, Khan, and Glacia), even if it's only to use them for ulterior motives. Definitely betting that he even trusted Glacia enough to go on multiple rants about his siblings; either about how much he hates them, their naivety of the human race, or how these uber-powerful descendants of Omnicron got killed by a single human in the first place (ie. Ulzar). And yes, given how smarmy and egotistical Glacia acts around others, it's canon in my heart.

-Metta might also enjoy food and literature but doesn't have the dignity to admit it due to said-hatred for humans. Might also be the reason why he put Hendrick in as a secret Overseer in Palmaya, both for his persuasion/mind games in recruiting more goons and his killer skills in cooking; discretely trying to recreate his recipes by the letter (or holding onto a recipe book or two) for self-validation in making something on his own.

-Speaking of the power of creation, Metta possibly made the Abyssal Tyrants as a side project along his initial Omnicron revival plan. I mean, he spent a million+ years to bring his dad back to life, but it's important to know in Extinction that the Abyssals appeared right after Omnicron's super-death. So who's to say that Metta also created his own line of Nexomon that follow his every command (or to scratch that itch of being King of Monsters himself)? From causing general mayhem (Braccus & Helevolk), picking off the weaker tamers hunting them (Inominox), willingly become cannon fodder (Pluvean), become scouts (Volcel & Caelesa) avoid human contact entirely (Rotramus), or make sure to kill two extremely specific psychics (Venefelis & Kroma); they follow the general scheme being as elusive and as unpredictable as possible just like their (possible) creator.

-And yes, I wholeheartedly believe that Metta created Byeol (possibly around the same time as Caelesa), either on complete accident or to hop on the Tyrant bandwagon in Nexomon Extinction. Whether it reflects his desires to always stay on top ("the star of the show") or the visual representation of jealousy over his new niece/nephew Solus taking Omnicron's throne instead of himself, who knows? Also personally believe that Byeol, ironically enough, wants to become human, possibly watching tamers from afar or putting themselves into battles as a form of "playing" to try and learn their behavior and skills. And I know I made another rant about it, but I’m pretty sure Byeol also has the ability to enter or manipulate dreams (either to look into a person’s mind or just mess with them for fun). Why else would a Normal-type Tyrant have a good chunk of Psychic-type moves at its disposal as well? Just some food for thought here…

Anywho, now that that’s out of the way, I hope you enjoyed this laundry list of fun! :D

#nexomon #nexomon spoilers #nexomon extinction #nexomon extinction spoilers #nexomon metta #nexomon 3 #There needs to be more Metta fans here…Besides me :’(#Nexomon 3 when!?

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nat-of-personifs · 23 days

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look

The only lie Foundation has ever told her father is that she doesn’t remember his face.

He’s pale, from too little time spent in the sun and too much spent with her, with slicked-back hair streaked with gray. Gray eyes. Her own are brown from the dirt she’s hidden under, and her face is darker because of everything inside her, but gray is the color of her hair and her bones, which she knows from all the surgeries that made her forget the faces of everyone else. And the shadows under their eyes are both darker than the rest of them, except maybe his suit.

The blindfold is only for security, of course. Never mind that even if her lie was the truth, she’d be able to tell him apart from anyone else, and the other twelve, and her younger brother, in ways much deeper than skin and color, or even smell and voice and touch. But he insisted, and she supposes it’s a good reminder it will always be his job to know better.

The fabric is comforting, if itchy, if impossible to forget.

She never thought of him by his face anyway. He was simply cool, soothing, numbing any trace of guilt that might have fought its way to her conscious mind despite her induced amnesia. When he touches her, she can tell his lockpick fingers are stained with ink from all the paperwork he signs, or above ninety-eight point six degrees from their time on warm computer keyboards.

So why is his… colleague asking her to take off her blindfold?

It’s not an order. It’s not an order.

O5-10 is the keeper of her memories, and her first thought is that they’re presenting her with a test. She’s wondered what they–and everyone else–look like, of course; curiosity isn’t something she can make herself forget. But Archivists like them don’t last long. She’d quashed the worst of her speculation on that role long ago.

And then–wait.

She thinks she’s known them for… less than a decade, probably. She knows, from the time she’s spent inside their head, they were always too young for this. She knows, from the scalding passion she’d seen, that they were always too emotional to face everything she’s done.

This feels familiar.

That’s all she has to go off of, impressions left in her by everyone before them that acid didn’t eat away at. It makes sense, too, that they’d want her to remember their face once they were dead, as some kind of return for all the memories they’d held for her. Which would be illogical, since all her father would have to do would be to cut out an eye to make her forget again, but suicide isn’t usually any more rational than that.

She asks. She never lies to the thirteen, and that includes about her worries, when it’s not an order. It’s not an order.

Silence, and then they put a hand on the place where her blindfold’s tied and it’s, “Of course not. Do you feel it in our exchange?”

It’s hotter than usual, and it increases as they speak, extra conviction to convince her.

It’s hotter, but at its core, the same desire to protect, bathed in more blue than before. She wants to take off her labcoat.

She shakes her head.

“So what are you worried about?”

It’s such a ridiculous question, she’s able to finish thinking that before she remembers they’re one of the thirteen, and anything that sounds ridiculous from them is just sensibility that she doesn’t have the right memories to understand.

“It’s against protocol,” she says instead.

They pull their hand away from her blindfold. “I don’t think it’ll be an issue. You have a thousand other ways to identify me, and you deserve to know something like this about me when I know so much about you.”

A bit of green lances out from their feedline. Something from a previous affiliation she’s never been able to wipe out; it stings, badly, and she wants to scowl. She stays silent.

“Ira?“

“…I don’t know, mixer.”

“You don’t have to, of course. I just think it will be better this way.”

The exchange softens, and she feels its warmth in the sharp points of her fingernails. She wants to shake it away, or entrap it, rid herself of the temptation. Her father would be able to get rid of this with a touch.

He’d also advised her to comply with the others’ wishes, even when it wasn’t required.

“…Go ahead.”

It’s only for him, of course.

“You’re sure?”

Well, why would she say that if she wasn’t?

She nods.

When she makes no move to take it off herself, they grasp the bottom edge of her blindfold and pull it down for her, letting it fall to her neck and hang like an incredibly loose collar. She keeps her eyes on it for a few seconds before she dares to look first at their suit–as black as she remembers her father’s being, though without a red tie–and then at their hands–the nails painted blue–and then their face.

They’re smiling, to her surprise, and she musters one back. She’s fairly certain that’s what one’s supposed to do.

The warmth is still there, coiled around her heart, stopping it from hammering itself to death like she knows it’s what it would be doing otherwise, with the… adrenaline of looking into an Overseer’s face as if she were an equal, and the fear they’ll go the route of everyone else that locks up her bones sometimes. They’re smiling. They’re wearing glasses. Their blue hair is the brightest thing in her line of sight.

Their hair is blue.

Out of the thirteen, it does make the most sense, but she checks her impressions and it’s not familiar at all.

They have the shadows under their eyes and the pale(r) skin most of her own develop as side effects of their exchange, at least, and the suit is good. But the hair.

“It’s not… too big of a deal, is it?” They laugh; her smile seemed to have leeched any tension about this from their body. “Do you like what you see?”

And goosebumps rise on her arms at the movement of their mouth and jaw and chest, and all the muscles that are, functionally, the same to her own. It’s okay when they’re still, when she can evaluate them like a picture, but videos are never this vivid, and just–

They’re moving. She can see them moving.

“I do, mixer. Thank you.”

She’ll figure out if that’s a lie or not later.

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grayintogreen · 25 days

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Because I suffer the combination Critical Role/Hazbin Hotel brainrot, I can’t decide whether Ira and Alastor would like each other or if it would be on sight.

#on one hand Al doesn’t like people who are too similar to him #on the OTHER HAND #they are different enough that they MIGHT get along #Ira is really invested in new technology and experimentation so like he might genuinely make Al want to beat him to death #and Al is so pretentious that Ira might just be passively aggro at him until he snaps #so yeah probably on sight

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loquaciousnewt · 9 months

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You do GOIhumans. Headcanons for Foundation? (pls I’m dying in Ira)

i dont rlly have any big lore heavy headcannons if that makes any sense lol but anyway here r some of the small ones i have for them:

theyre autistic and cut out every single tag in their clothes cuz they absolutely cannot stand them

theyre madly in love with goc and are rlly embarrassed about it

they love noise music and their favourite album is pulse demon by merzbow

they eat the same meals every single day

their favourite game is papers please and theyre really really good at it

they sleep with a weighted blanket

thats about all i can think of rn - i hope it helps with ur brainrot lol

#goihumans

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dr-george-ordell · 8 months

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Silly AU crossover thing where Aaron and Alfred unofficially parent Ira together and Arthur is that one grandad who spoils his grandkids

#arthur looks 23 but that mf is a grandpa at heart #old rat man supremacy #scp foundation #hetalia #scp #scp fanfiction #personifposting #aph arthur kirkland #hws arthur kirkland #england hetalia #aaron siegel #o5-1 #ira scp #ira brainrot #scp memes #hetalia memes #scp x hetalia

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shaakyhaands · 10 months

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Court of Darkness Consort Routes Wishlist because I have brainrot:

💐🌸💫 🧚‍♂️Sherry, my beloved🧚‍♂️💫 🌸💐

Violet, because we already have valets as consort options from most of the other kingdoms, it is a crime to not have one from Luxure of all places 😤

Thoma? I haven’t played Rio’s route yet, but people seem to like this guy, so he can come with :)

Hawke, because:

man’s got swag

occupies specific niche, as the only non royal/noble consort option. More chill in that regard, more relatable.

Would be another consort from Ira, thus increasing the utility of Integrity virtue points/items.

3a. No, I’m so fucking serious. Warning: this is about to turn into an economics rant.

Ira, Voleri, Luxure, and technically Colde(?) all have only one consort representing them. This wouldn’t necessarily be a problem in all otome games, but given how CoD is set up with kingdoms, it has repercussions. Specifically, regarding CoD’s virtue system.

Unless you are invested in the one character associated with that given virtue, you have no incentive to care about that virtue. Thus, the demand for items with said virtue values is lessened, as there is limited benefit to obtaining said virtue.

Compare this to Kindness, which is the virtue associated with THREE consorts: Lynt, Tino, AND Dia. Or Charisma, associated with Guy, Jasper, and (spoiler) soon to be/already available on the Japanese server, Aquia. The marginal utility of the virtues associated with these characters are not dependent on any one consort: If you don’t care for Lynt, but you still like Dia, then you still care about gathering Kindness. If you don’t fuck with Guy, but would die for Aquia, then you’ll still want to build up Charisma.

Why does this matter? Because if Otome Romance wants to push items that’ll sell/encourage people to play, then they’ll want to make items that cater to the widest audience possible. Making an item carry Kindness as it’s virtue will benefit players on 3/13 routes (14 with Aquia). Whereas making an item with Honesty as it’s virtue will only matter to a player if they’re playing specifically Rio’s route. That’s it. Nowhere else. The value of Honesty is entirely dependent on Rio’s marketability to the player.

Less utility for a given virtue? Less demand for items carrying that virtue from audience. Less demand for said items? Less supply created. Less supply? Less investment from audience, therefore lowering the demand, thus repeating the cycle. This means Otome Romance will be far more incentivized to make items with virtues that apply to more than just one consort. Such as Charisma, Wit, Kindness, Grace. Which inadvertently fucks over the players who are maining those solo consorts.

So if you are maining Rio, Lance, Lou or Fenn? Items carrying your consort’s virtue are going to appear in-game less frequently than items with virtues that apply to a wider range of consorts.* Which makes it harder to gather said items, and in turn more difficult to raise said virtue rank. This can inadvertently discourage players from pursuing certain routes, as they are less accessible than others. If I’m torn between Lynt and Rio, but my Kindness rank has increased at a much faster rate than my Honesty rank, purely due to the higher abundance of Kindness items compared to Honesty items? I will get more out of Lynt’s route than I would Rio’s.

Personal anecdote: I don’t Main any of the Akedia consorts (no shade. Sloth just isn’t my thing. I’m too uptight). I haven’t tried AT ALL to raise my Kindness virtue. And yet, despite literally zero effort on my part, my Kindness virtue is at 240??? Meanwhile, my Integrity virtue I have been intentionally trying to raise. It’s only with the recent addition of the magician hat (that I got like, 3 hours ago?) that I have been able to break 250. Before? I was sitting at 180. And that was after putting in effort. So if actually trying got me to 180 Integrity, while not try at all got me to 240 Kindness— what gives, dude?

*note: Fenn may or may not be an exception to this, given his status as one of the Big Princes from the Opening Sequence. Nonetheless: if there were a second consort from Luxure, Allure-Virtue items would appear more frequently.

Basically—

uneven distribution of consorts throughout the kingdoms generates uneven demand for different virtues.

This demand is met with matching supply, reenforcing and exacerbating the disparity in the demand.

Big demand gets bigger, smaller demand gets more and more sidelined.

I can understand some kingdoms having two consorts while others have three. I can even understand the unique in-game situation that results in Colde only having Lou. But there is no good reason, in-game or meta-game, for Ira, Luxure, or Voleri to only have one consort option.

IMO? For a more balanced gameplay? For more engagement from the players? Add (at least) one consort for each of those aforementioned kingdoms. Increase the utility of the Integrity, Allure, and Honesty virtues. This will increase the appeal of said virtues to the audience, thus driving up gameplay.

Thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

#court of darkness #codvn #I’m on my shit again #I have Thoughts #and I need to let them Out #idk if anyone else cares about virtues #but this is how I game

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sofya-fanfics · 11 months

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Pourquoi m’as-tu sauvé ?

Fandom : Tokyo Revengers / My Hero Academia

Relationship : Mikey x Izuku

Voici ma participation pour le Crossover Ships Week 2023 pour le prompt : Pourquoi m’as-tu sauvé ?

J’espère que ça vous plaira.

Résumé : Soudain, Mikey vit un camion arriver vers lui. Il avait dévié de sa route sans s’en rendre compte. Tout à coup, il sentit quelqu’un l’attraper et le porter. Il avait l’impression de s’envoler. Il entendit sa moto s’écraser contre un mur. Il atterrit doucement sur le sol et la personne qui venait de le sauver le lâcha. Il leva les yeux et vit devant lui un garçon de son âge. Il le reconnaissait. Il l’avait vu à la télévision lors du tournoi sportif de U.A. Il s’agissait d’Izuku Midoriya.

Disclaimer : Tokyo Revengers appartient à Ken Wakui et My Hero Academia appartient à Kōhei Horikoshi.

@crossover-ships-brainrot

AO3 / FF.NET

Mikey roulait bien trop vite. Il savait qu’il aurait dû ralentir, mais il avait besoin de sentir cette vitesse. Il avait dissous le Toman, lui et ses amis avaient enterré la capsule temporelle. Désormais, il ne les reverrait plus, c’était terminé. Il ne devait plus rester auprès d’eux s’il voulait les protéger. Il savait qu’un jour où l’autre sa noirceur allait le rattraper et il se refusait à les entraîner avec lui.

Il accéléra encore un peu. En allant toujours plus vite, c’est comme s’il essayait d’échapper à la noirceur. Soudain, il vit un camion arriver vers lui. Il avait dévié de sa route sans s’en rendre compte. Il allait trop vite et il n’aurait pas le temps de l’éviter. C’était peut-être mieux ainsi. Peut-être valait-il mieux qu’il en finisse maintenant.

Tout à coup, il sentit quelqu’un l’attraper et le porter. Il avait l’impression de s’envoler. Il entendit sa moto s’écraser contre un mur. Il atterrit doucement sur le sol et la personne qui venait de le sauver le lâcha. Il leva les yeux et vit devant lui un garçon de son âge. Il le reconnaissait. Il l’avait vu à la télévision lors du tournoi sportif de U.A. Il s’agissait d’Izuku Midoriya. Un apprenti héro venait de lui sauver la vie. Pourquoi ? Pourquoi s’était-il donnait la peine de le sauver ?

« Est-ce que tout va bien ? Demanda Izuku. »

Mikey acquiesça, ne sachant pas quoi répondre d’autre. Il entendit les secours arriver. Il jeta un nouveau coup d’œil vers Izuku. Il remarqua qu’il portait son uniforme de U.A. Il devait certainement se rendre en cours. Mikey eut presque envie de rire. Cela faisait bien longtemps qu’il ne se rendait plus au lycée et il n’avait aucune envie d’y retourner. Izuku écarquilla les yeux en regardant son téléphone.

« Oh non, je suis en retard, marmonna-t-il. »

Il regarda Mikey avec bienveillance. Mikey eut du mal à se souvenir de la dernière fois que quelqu’un l’avait regardé comme cela. Les adultes le regardaient avec mépris parce qu’il faisait parti d’un gang. Les collégiens et les lycéens le regardaient avec peur parce qu’il était Mikey l’invincible. Les membres du Toman le regardaient avec respect et admiration parce qu’il était leur chef. Shinichiro avait été le seul à le regarder ainsi.

« Les secours sont là, dit Izuku. Est-ce que ça va aller ? -Oui, ça ira. »

Izuku acquiesça et lui sourit. Il partit en courant en direction de U.A. Mikey le regarda s’en aller, jusqu’à ce qu’il disparaisse au loin. Il venait d’avoir une seconde chance, mais à quoi cela lui servirait-il si sa pulsion noire le rattraperait.

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Mikey était dans un bâtiment désaffecté où se trouvaient les anciens bureaux d’une entreprise. Koko et Sanzu étaient avec lui. Peu de temps après la dissolution du Toman, ils l’avaient retrouvé et lui avaient proposé de former un nouveau gang. Le Bonten. Le gang était petit, mais avec la réputation de Mikey, plusieurs personnes cherchaient à devenir membre du Bonten. Ils s’étaient spécialisés dans le vol et le racket. Ils étaient bien loin de ce que pouvait représenter le Toman.

Mikey éteignit la télévision. Elle était vieille, l’image n’était pas bonne et le son était criard, mais il avait compris l’essentiel.

Dabi de l'alliance des super-vilains venait de révéler qu’il était Toya Todoroki, le fils aîné d’Endeavor que tout le monde croyait mort. Non seulement il venait de révéler qui il était, mais aussi qu’Endeavor, le héro numéro un que tout le monde admirait, était un mari et un père violent. Il était évident qu’après ces révélations et les batailles qui venaient d’avoir lieu entre les héros et les vilains, le pays allait entrer en crise. Koko se tourna vers Mikey et lui sourit malicieusement.

« Avec ce qui est entrain de se passer, je sens qu’il y a moyen de se faire beaucoup d’argent. -Les gens risquent de ne plus faire confiance aux héros et voudront s’armer pour se protéger, dit Sanzu. -Qu’en dis-tu Mikey ? -Pourquoi pas. »

Cela suffit à Koko qui souriait de plus belle en pensant aux profits qu’il allait faire. Mikey fixa l’écran noir de la télévision. Que vas-tu faire maintenant, Deku ?

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Plus le pays s’enlisait dans la crise, plus cela profitait aux affaires du Bonten. Le gang grandissait et se faisait une renommée dans le milieu. U.A avait ouvert ses portes pour protéger les habitants. Mikey se demandait si les anciens membres du Toman s’y étaient réfugiés. Au fond de lui, il l’espérait. S’il avait dissout le Toman et qu’il s’était éloigné de ses amis, c’était pour les protéger et qu’ils aient un avenir. Il n’avait pas le droit de les emmener dans les ténèbres qui étaient entrain de l’envahir.

Mikey tourna dans une ruelle et vit du coin de l’œil quelqu’un qui le suivait. Il avait senti une présence depuis qu’il était parti d’un de ses repères. Il avait dit à Sanzu d’aller s’occuper d’une livraison d’arme qui venait d’arriver illégalement des États-Unis. Si quelqu’un le suivait, il voulait être seul pour régler le problème. Il s’arrêta de marcher et se retourna.

Il vit qu’il s’agissait du chef d’un gang de Roppongi. Mikey ne l’avait jamais rencontré jusqu’à présent, mais il avait souvent entendu parler de lui, même à l’époque où il était encore le chef du Toman. Il était plus âgé que lui et il faisait parti de ceux à qui la crise profitait. L’homme leva le bras et pointa son pistolet sur Mikey.

« Alors c’est toi Mikey l’invincible ! Dit-il avec un sourire mauvais. Je n’arrive toujours pas à comprendre comment un gamin comme toi peut me mettre autant de bâtons dans les roues. »

Mikey ne put s’empêcher de sourire. Alors c’était à cause d’une histoire de concurrence entre gang. L’homme tira. La balle frôla la joue de Mikey. L’égratignure était suffisamment profonde pour saigner, mais pas assez pour faire des dégâts.

« Arrête de sourire ! »

Mikey essuya le sang qui coulait avec sa manche. Il lui lança un regard menaçant. Il n’avait pas de temps à perdre avec cet idiot.

« La prochaine fois ne me loupe pas si tu ne veux pas que je te tues. »

La main de l’homme trembla légèrement. Il n’était peut-être qu’un gamin, mais tout le monde connaissait sa réputation. Il était Mikey. L’ancien chef du Toman et celui du Bonten.

Sans qu’il comprenne ce qui était entrain de se passer, Mikey vit des lianes noires s’enrouler autour de l’homme devant lui et le projeter en arrière. Le choc était suffisamment puissant pour lui faire perdre connaissance, mais pas assez pour le blesser sérieusement. Mikey vit la personne qui venait de le sauver. Il s’agissait d’un héro qui était encore en service. Mikey avait entendu parler de lui. Il arrêtait les hors-la-loi sans relâche. Certains civils le craignaient à cause de son apparence. Mais sous son costume endommagé et crasseux, Mikey reconnu Deku.

« La police va bientôt arriver, dit Izuku. »

Il allait s’en aller, mais Mikey l’arrêta.

« Tu ne m’arrêtes pas, Deku ? »

Izuku se figea.

« Sais-tu qui je suis ? Continua Mikey. »

S’il avait une idée de qui il était et du mal qu’il était capable de faire, il ne le laisserait pas s’échapper.

« Manjiro Sano, le chef du Bonten. »

Mikey écarquilla les yeux.

« Alors pourquoi tu ne m’arrêtes pas ? Je ne vaux pas mieux que lui où les vilains. »

Izuku baissa son masque. Il se retourna et le regarda. Malgré une immense fatigue, Mikey vit la détermination dans son regard.

« La première fois que l’on s’est rencontré, j’ai vu quelque chose dans ton regard. Il y avait de l’espoir, comme si tu voulais t’en sortir. Je me battrais jusqu’au bout pour garder cette espoir. »

Izuku remit son masque et partit. L’espoir, pensa Mikey. Est-ce qu’il y en avait encore pour lui ? Il ne put s’empêcher de penser que c’était la deuxième fois qu’Izuku le sauvait.

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Les années passèrent. Tomura Shigaraki et All For One avaient été vaincu. Les héros étaient de nouveau admirés, l'espoir et la paix étaient revenus. Les jours heureux étaient à nouveau présents. Pourtant, Mikey n'avait pas connu de jours heureux depuis longtemps. Il avait l'impression que plus l'avenir était lumineux pour les habitants du pays, plus il plongeait dans les ténèbres.

Le Bonten était devenu la première organisation criminelle du Japon, mais personne ne savait où il se trouvait. Il avait fait en sorte qu'aucun de ses anciens amis ne le retrouvent. Il s'était quand même renseigné sur eux. Il avait appris qu'ils étaient tous heureux et épanouis dans leur vie et c'était tout ce qu'il avait toujours voulu.

Il savait qu'il était surveillé par les autorités Aussi bien par la police que les héros, mais il avait toujours fait en sorte de ne pas se faire arrêter. Deku avait arrêté plusieurs membres de son organisation et il pouvait l’arrêter à tout moment. Alors pourquoi ne le faisait-il pas ? Est-ce qu’il croyait encore qu’il pouvait être sauvé ? Qu’il y avait de l’espoir pour lui ? Il était devenu comme une coquille vide, il ne ressentait plus rien.

Mikey se trouvait dans un des repères du Bonten. Il s’agissait d’un ancien bowling qui était fermé depuis des années. Cela faisait presque un an que ni lui, ni aucun membre de son gang n’y avait mis les pieds. Personne ne savait qu’il était là. Il s’approcha du bord et regarda en bas. Une chute pareille le tuerait sur le coup. Il sourit jusqu’aux oreilles et se laissa tomber en avant. C’était terminé.

Sa chute s’arrêta d’un coup et il se sentit remonter dans le bâtiment. Il ouvrit les yeux et il vit des lianes noires qui l’entouraient. Il sut que Deku venait de le sauver à nouveau. Il atterrit doucement sur le sol et les lianes le lâchèrent. Devant lui se tenait le héro numéro un du Japon, le nouveau symbole de la paix, celui qui avait réussi à surpasser All Might. Mikey éclata de rire. Un rire dément qui résonna dans le bâtiment.

« Quand est-ce que tu finiras par comprendre, dit Izuku. »

Mikey s’arrêta de rire et lui lança un regard noir.

« Pourquoi ? Pourquoi m’as-tu sauvé ? »

Izuku retira son masque. Cela faisait des années que Mikey n’avait pas vu son visage. Il avait changé, il n’avait plus rien de l’adolescent qu’il avait été. Son regard aussi était différent. C’était le regard d’un héro, prêt à le sauver. Mais Mikey aussi avait changé.

« Il est hors de question que tu abandonnes aussi facilement. »

Aussi facilement ? Pour qui se prenait-il ? Izuku ne connaissait rien de lui, à part les crimes qu’il avait commis.

« Même si cet espoir est infime, il est toujours là, continua Izuku. -Il n’y a aucun espoir pour moi. Peu importe ce que tu as pu voir, ça a disparu il y a longtemps. -Tu te trompes. Ce que j’ai vu dans ton regard est toujours là. Toi aussi tu as le droit d’être sauvé. Tu as le droit de demander de l’aide. »

Mikey ferma les yeux et serra les poings. Il ne pouvait pas demander de l’aide. Il finirait par gâcher cette nouvelle chance, comme il le faisait à chaque fois.

« Je n’arrêterais pas ! S’exclama Izuku. Je serai là pour te sauver encore et encore, tant que tu en auras besoin.

Ses mots résonnèrent dans la tête de Mikey. Sans qu’il ne s’en rende compte, des larmes coulèrent sur ses joues. Il posa ses doigts sur sa joue. Il n’avait pas pleuré depuis la mort d’Emma. Que penserait-elle de lui si elle était toujours vivante ? Tout à coup, il eut l’impression que le mur qu’il s’était construit autour de son cœur était entrain de s’effondrer. Tout ce qui lui était impossible de ressentir depuis des années était entrain de le submerger. Il pleurait et il ne pouvait plus s’arrêter.

« Je t’en pris, sauve-moi. »

Izuku s’approcha de lui et le prit dans ses bras. Mikey écarquilla les yeux, surpris. Il leva lentement les bras et les passa autour d’Izuku. Il le serra contre lui. Il avait l’impression que seul Izuku l’empêchait de sombrer. Il comprit qu’il avait besoin de lui, comme il n’avait jamais eu besoin de personne.

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Mikey arrêta sa moto devant l’agence d’Izuku. Trois ans étaient passés depuis qu’il l’avait sauvé. Ces trois dernières années n’avaient pas été faciles, mais grâce à Izuku, il avait réussi à reprendre sa vie en main.

Il avait dissous le Bonten. La plupart des membres avaient été arrêté et si Mikey avait pu échapper à la prison, c’était grâce au témoignage d’Izuku. Il avait repris contact avec Draken et il travaillait maintenant avec lui dans son atelier motos. Izuku était resté auprès de lui durant toutes ces épreuves. Au fil du temps, il était devenu bien plus que son sauveur ou son héro. Il était celui qu’il aimait et il avait la chance d’être aimé en retour.

Leur relation en avait surpris beaucoup parmi les amis d’Izuku. Ils avaient eu du mal à comprendre comment un héro avait pu tomber amoureux d’un criminel. Mais ils avaient vu qu’ils étaient heureux et cela leur suffisait.

Il salua les collègues d’Izuku qui avaient terminé leur journée. Izuku sortit du bâtiment et un sourire illumina son visage lorsqu’il vit Mikey. Il s’approcha et ils s’embrassèrent. Izuku mit le casque que Mikey lui tendit et monta derrière lui. Mikey démarra et les conduisit jusqu’à leur appartement.

Mikey avait eu la chance de pouvoir recommencer sa vie et il s’était promis de se servir de cette seconde chance pour rendre Izuku heureux.

Fin

#crossovershipsweek #crossovershipweek2023 #Tokyo Revengers #my hero academia #mikey x izuku #sano manjiro #izuku midoriya #CrossOver #My writing

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