#watching his brother get incinerated above him

[finnpeach]

finished the show. my tags on this could not have been more wrong. devastated.

#*spoilers ahead* #its like midnight I’m going to bed. let’s hope I don’t dream about pregnant plant women or people losing limbs or this poor young man #watching his brother get incinerated above him #nai deserved it tho. but tbh if I was a little kid and saw a dismembered body in a glass tube #and who had basically been my predecessor and I didn’t know if I’d turn out like them shit I’d hate humans too #so can’t rlly blame nai. but as always he took it too far #anyway this show broke me and I wish wolfwood could’ve lived happily ever after w livio #and vash could’ve idk seen Rem again and everything would be okay #does vash have a love interest at some point. need to know bc I want him to be happy #The moment this show stopped being funny and cute was when vash sneezed and wolfwood beat the shit out of him and called him a dipshit #everything went downhill after that

[kiaxet]

Once again, the latest update from @somerandomdudelmao has left me fully in my feelings, and so I come to you with ~900 words of emotion.

(This one is a rough one: content warnings for death, sibling death, self-sacrifice, and just general despair. Y'all have read the update. You know what we're doing here.)

~~~~~~~

It's supposed to be over.

Master Michelangelo-

(No, no, he's never thought of himself that way. No matter how many times he's been called Master Michelangelo, in his own head he's still just Mikey.)

-Mikey has given everything. He'd opened the portal, watched his own mystic energy - grown larger and stronger with each battle even as it consumed his youth and his very life as its fuel - tear through his arms, cracks traveling up his body until the force of it shattered his form, consuming everything that kept him bound to the physical plane in order to form one last-ditch attempt at setting things right.

He'd managed a wink and a smile, and then he'd died.

And yet he's still here. Why-

The promise. The caveat to the plan. Leo.

Leo had refused to leave him alone at the end, and Mikey will be damned before he refuses to return the favor.

Not that there'll be anything left to damn. The family's Ninpo is what connected them to the Hamato afterlife, and Mikey's is shattered, expended to give Casey a better chance at life. At this point, he's held together with the metaphysical equivalent of duct tape and spite - Donnie's favorite building materials when supplies ran short.

(Donnie's gone. Mikey failed him - failed to catch the infection, failed to cure it, failed to find his spirit amongst the Hamato ancestors. The Krang had obliterated him, and Mikey had failed to help until it was too late.)

(He can't find Raph among the ancestors, either. One more big brother failed.)

(He knows there won't be much left of Leo - not after Leo spent so long being Mikey's living shield, letting the Krang tear into his Ninpo time and time again in order to keep Mikey's intact - but he won't fail Leo. He can't. He can't.)

He's still here, for now, and that has to be good enough. He levitates, surveying a battlefield gone cold in the wake of an overwhelming Krang victory, and goes in search of his last remaining brother.

Leo's corpse isn't far - Mikey spots it near where the portal had been, face down in rock that had been blasted smooth and clean. Krang laser. There's no surviving those.

His gaze flickers upwards across the horizon, and he sees something glow near the corpse, a white outline coming into being before the color follows after, taking a familiar shape. It's-

It's Casey-

It's Casey, but he looks different. Better. His clothes are intact and clean - brand new, from the looks of it. His hair is washed and fluffy. His face and arms have filled out and his shoulders broadened, like he'd been getting good food and enough of it. He doesn't look like the Casey Mikey had made a portal for minutes ago; he looks like how they'd all wanted Casey to look, like he's finally getting what they would have killed to have been able to provide for him. He looks like a dream.

And that's how Mikey knows it's a lie.

It's the Krang. The Krang have done something, made one final twist of the knife that's been stuck in Leo's heart since the night they lost the Key - for all Mikey knows, they're going to use it to desecrate his brother's body, and he is not letting that happen. He zooms closer to Leo's corpse-

"We did it, Mikey, we got him out-"

-and feels the world tilt.

That's not Leo's corpse, because Leo's not dead. He's clinging to life, muttering nonstop in a voice barely above a whisper - he's not long for this world, but he's still here-

The lie cries out in Casey's voice and makes for his brother-

And Mikey lashes out, magic coming to his hands as easily as it ever did. It's not enough to incinerate the lie - the thing is too smart, too quick, and pulls back with only an injury to its arm. That's enough of an opening for Mikey to land in front of Leo, snarling at the lie wearing his nephew's face. "Don't. Touch. Him!" That's his brother. That's his brother. That's the only brother he has left, and he won't have him for long, but that doesn't mean the Krang can take him! "Whatever Krang trick you are-"

Spite, while fun, is no substitute for engineering. Donnie had told him that once.

The spite - and whatever else is holding him together at this point - gives out, the collapse manifesting as pain, and Mikey folds in on himself with a groan. He can fight - he will fight - but if the lie forces combat, then fighting will be the last thing he'll ever do, and Leo will die alone.

He can't. He just…he can't.

He drops to his knees, laying a spectral hand on Leo's head. Leo doesn't react - his Ninpo is shattered to begin with, and Mikey wouldn't be surprised if death's door has robbed Leo of his senses as it is - and just keeps talking.

"We got Casey through the portal, he'll be okay, he'll get to grow up without all of this, we did it, we- we- we did it, Mikey-"

Mikey kneels there, one hand on his inert brother's head as Leo's life slowly sputters out. Eventually he'll die, and what fragments are left of his spirit will disintegrate, too shattered by years of warfare to persist after death, and Mikey will let himself fade along with them. Together until the rapidly approaching end, like they'd promised.

He kneels, and waits for oblivion to come.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #future michelangelo #future leo #casey junior #cass apocalyptic series #no gods no betas we die like FUCKING EVERYONE I GUESS. IT IS THE APOCALYPSE. #/watches a Krang-shaped tumbleweed roll by #this one fought me every step of the way #and it's depressing as hell! but here we are #I've always loved those scenarios in which a character is beaten down and ready for everything to be Over #and it just won't end #not for the sake of torment but because things start getting Better #Cass has promised us Things Getting Better #so I can revel in the misery of WHY WILL IT NOT END for a little while longer #sometimes you just gotta write people being real sad and real hecked up about it #cw death #cw sibling death

[softwired]

the lycanthrope and the lumberjack

fandom ◦ MDZS pairing ◦ SangCheng rating ◦ Teen word count ◦ 1,229 notes ◦ there are no lycanthropes or lumberjacks in this (although they are mentioned) modern au - high school

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Huaisang was grounded. This time it wasn’t for bringing home an animal without permission. It wasn’t for sneaking out, going to a party where someone’s older sibling had bought cheap vodka for a bunch of high schoolers to get trashed on, or for shoplifting—which had only happened once. It also wasn’t for sticking Mingjue’s keys to the kitchen counter with superglue or putting food coloring in the washer. No, this time he, a charismatic, popular, infamously ill-behaved junior in high school, was grounded as the extremely boring result of failing an exam.

This was nothing new. Not that Huaisang’s grades were bad. They were actually above average, perfectly in the range he wanted them to be. He’d scoped out his top five art schools three years ago and knew exactly what he needed on his transcripts to be accepted at any of them. He had even studied for placement tests when no one, especially his brother, was around to see it. He’d hidden the test guides at the bottom of a box of vintage porn mags. If Mingjue ever found those, they’d go straight into the incinerator in the apartment building’s basement. He was counting on it.

But, regardless of his unique methods of preparing for college, failing an extremely boring history exam still got him in trouble. So, here he was, sitting on his bed with a textbook in hand. Notebooks were spread out on either side of him, an open pack of highlighters and his careworn macaw-shaped pencil case alongside them.

The pencil case had been a gift from Wei Wuxian when they’d gone to the zoo together in fourth grade. Jiang Cheng had sewn a new zipper on it for him only last year. It was purple, just like the new liner he’d made for it when they were Freshmen. Jiang Cheng was talented and thoughtful, but he’d only had one favorite color in his entire life.

His bedroom door suddenly swung open. Huaisang rolled his eyes, not bothering to look up. He waited for almost a minute as Mingjue scanned the room for evidence that he’d been slacking off. Of course, there was nothing to find.

Finally, he said in a bored tone, “Looking for something?”

Mingjue sniffed. Huaisang saw him nod out of the corner of his eye.

“I need to run to the corner store. If you leave this room while I’m gone, I’m keeping your phone for another week.”

“I haven’t escaped from a babysitter in over ten years.” Huaisang made a show of turning a page.

“Yeah, not since you learned all new ways to be a pain in my ass.”

Huaisang stuck his tongue out.

Mingjue chuckled. Already softening up. At this rate, Huaisang could get his phone back a few days early. He hadn’t been able to text Jiang Cheng while his friend was away at a martial arts competition and it was killing him.

“Back in thirty. Don’t move,” Mingjue warned.

“Uh-huh.”

The door shut. Nie Huaisang watched it for a few minutes, listened for the sound of his brother leaving, then dropped the textbook into his lap, revealing the trashy romance novel he’d been concealing inside it. On the cover was a long-haired man tearing his own shirt off, oiled muscles gleaming under a poorly photoshopped moon in an over-saturated violet sky. The title, in poorly kerned embossed silver script, was “PHASES”.

He went back to his place on page two-hundred-and-eleven where the werewolf love interest was trying to convince the main character that a relationship between a human and a lycanthrope could never work. The love interest, a part time lumberjack, wasn’t buying it. Neither was Huaisang.

He leaned back in his bed, pulling his hair out of its bun and pillowing his head on his arm. The lumberjack was nothing like Huaisang, but the angsty werewolf guy was a dead ringer for Jiang Cheng. He’d even tried to get his friend to borrow this book a couple of months ago as a very unsubtle hint. But Jiang Cheng had been so embarrassed when confronted with the cover that he’d nearly run into a wall trying to escape. It wasn’t even porn! Huaisang had written more graphic sex scenes in text messages to Wei Wuxian while sitting next to Jiang Cheng in biology!

After that, he hadn’t pushed the subject. Instead, he’d enjoyed reading this terrible novel four or five times and basking in his long-standing crush on his best friend. He’d been in love with Jiang Cheng since middle school, way before the other boy grew the broad shoulders and muscular arms that Huaisang now leapt into every chance he got. He’d long ago decided that his feelings only made their friendship better. Plus, Jiang Cheng was too awkward to date, so he’d never had any reason to be jealous. At least, not yet.

The sound of something softly hitting the window interrupted his lazy ruminations on his best friend’s muscles. He got up to look and found the exact person he’d been thinking of peering up at him, sharply illuminated by the white street light buzzing away nearby. He rushed to push the window open and lean out.

“A-Cheng!” Another look revealed Wei Wuxian’s head between Jiang Cheng’s thighs, holding him up so he could reach the window. They were stacked unsteadily on top of a large air conditioning unit.

“Huaisang! I told you he was fine!” Wei Wuxian hollered. Jiang Cheng slapped his forehead.

“Shut up and stay still!” he said in a harsh whisper.

“What are you two doing here?” Huaisang asked, leaning towards Jiang Cheng with his elbows on the sill. “How was your competition?”

Jiang Cheng’s face contorted. “It was fine.”

“He won! My baby brother is state champion!”

Huaisang grinned. “That’s great! I’m so proud of you!”

“Why weren’t you answering your phone? Is everything okay?” Jiang Cheng sidestepping his own achievement and looking up at him with such earnest concern made Huaisang’s stomach flip.

“Sorry, I got grounded for failing that last history test. Dage took away my phone.” Huaisang put on his best pout. “Miss me?” he teased.

Jiang Cheng’s blush was almost washed out by the street light. He scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Wei Wuxian smacked one of his brother’s thighs.

“Hey! Hurry up! I can’t hold your heavy ass up all night, Romeo.”

It was Huaisang’s turn to blush. He could live with playing Juliet in this scenario.

“I’m fine,” he told Jiang Cheng softly. “Thank you for checking on me. I’ll have my phone back in a few days and I’ll see you at school tomorrow, right?” He reached out to pat Jiang Cheng’s head, an old habit. His friend surprised him by catching his wrist and pulling. He scrambled to hold onto the window and found himself inches from Jiang Cheng’s flushed face.

“I did miss you,” he whispered, breath warm on Huaisang’s lips. Then, Jiang Cheng kissed him.

Wei Wuxian’s wolf whistle was choked off in the middle. “Shit! Dage alert!” He jostled his brother, forcing them apart. But, even the thought of Mingjue catching them and grounding Huaisang for another month couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

Jiang Cheng was scowling as he released Huaisang’s arm.

“Stop getting in trouble!” he half-whispered, half-shouted as his human ladder began to destabilize in panic.

Huaisang laughed, nodding.

“I missed you too.”

#mdzs #mdzs fanfiction #sangcheng #i forgot to post this on tumblr #i also wrote three paragraphs of the trashy novel to fit on this graphic but you can barely see them

[stiltonbasket]

hi! i dont know if you've done something similar for renouncement verse but lwj getting baby rearing tips from lqr would be really cute uwu

(brief author’s note: please please reblog, since that’s how we get prompts for future chapters!)

Two weeks after Wei Shuilan’s full-moon party, Lan Xichen orders Wei Ying to get some fresh air and take a trip down to town with the juniors. 

“I’m ordering it as your physician,” he scolds, as Lan Wangji kisses his husband’s forehead and slips a packed lunch into his qiankun bag, just in case Wei Ying doesn’t like any of the delicacies Caiyi has to offer; having A-Lan altered his sense of taste, among other things, and made him more partial to sweet and bitter flavors as well as spicy-sour ones. “You haven’t left the Cloud Recesses in months.”

“Xichen-ge,” Wei Ying says, rolling his eyes, “you try taking those stairs when you can barely fit through the door. Or fly in a straight line without overbalancing, for that matter.”

He has a point, Lan Wangji thinks. A-Lan is a very round baby, big enough for her age that some of the guests at the full-moon feast asked if they were holding the party late, and it had certainly showed on Wei Ying’s slender figure in the weeks before her arrival.

“Well, you ought to go now,” Lan Xichen urges. “It’s a wonderful day, and A-Lan’s asleep. Go stretch your legs, and then come back and rest as soon as you feel tired.”

So Wei Ying had gone, leaving the Cloud Recesses with a kiss for Lan Wangji before flying off on A-Yuan’s sword and vanishing into the cloudy mist hanging over the Caiyi River.

After that, Lan Wangji settles down in the jingshi to wait for his husband’s return, placing his baby daughter on the bed beside him and starting on the mountain of official correspondence he’s been neglecting since A-Lan was born. Most of them are congratulations and well-wishes for the baby, along with a select few (which Lan Wangji sets on fire the second he opens them) consoling the Chief Cultivator for the one child of his blood being a daughter, and assuring him that the next baby will surely be a boy. 

Upon further reflection, Lan Wangji points a finger at the ashes in the hearth and incinerates them a second time. The thought of his little daughter ever facing anything but the honor and worship due to an empress sets his teeth on edge, and it takes only a moment of thinking until he decides to put off answering the guilty clan’s request for a second representative in Lanling’s council for as long as he can.

But unfortunately for him, the sound of the snapping fire jolts poor A-Lan awake, and she gives a soft, confused little gurgle before lifting her head and looking around. Lan Wangji lifts her into his lap, humming Wangxian beside her tiny ears as she begins to whimper—but his efforts are in vain, because the baby bursts into tears and refuses to stop crying no matter what he does to calm her. 

“A-Lan,” he says, more than a little shocked—because he has never heard A-Lan cry like this, not since that first shrieking wail when she first found herself out in the world six weeks ago. But A-Lan keeps crying, even after he tries changing her smallclothes (needlessly, since her diaper was freshly changed when Wei Ying left the jingshi) and puts her in another blanket to keep her warm, and no amount of rocking or singing or even a cool bath proves useful in the slightest. 

“What do you want, sweetheart?” Lan Wangji asks urgently. “A-Lan, baobei—”

Shuilan only draws her tiny legs up to her chest and sobs, rubbing her fat fists into her eyes as if the whole universe was against her, and the realization hits Lan Wangji so suddenly that he nearly falls to the floor, baby and all. 

“It’s because Wei Ying isn’t here,” he says wretchedly. “It is, isn’t it? You’re not sick, surely—he’s coming back, A-Bao. Don’t cry, your A-Die is coming back.”

But with such a little baby as A-Lan, how was she to know? All A-Lan knew was that she spent the first ten moons of her life safe inside Wei Ying, listening to his precious heartbeat and kicking out at his affectionate touches when he tried to feel for her head or her hands, and then she was in his arms instead, but still never so far away from him that she could not hear his voice. And now Wei Ying is gone, and A-Lan has rightfully taken his absence for the calamity that it is. 

Lan Wangji remembers his sixteen years of mourning after Wei Ying fell from his grasp and plunged to his death in Qishan, and wonders how frightened Shuilan must be that Wei Ying has disappeared without any explanation her infant mind can understand. Neither of them have left her side since she was born, so for one of her parents to disappear without explanation, and for it to be Wei Ying who had disappeared—

He nearly bursts into tears himself, just thinking about it. 

Naturally, it is at that moment—with half of Lan Wangji’s layers sliding off his shoulders, A-Lan screaming herself hoarse, and sweat dripping down her father’s pale face—that Lan Qiren lets himself into the house, apparently expecting to find a peaceful nephew and great-niece before he walks into the middle of a virtual tornado instead. 

“Wangji?” he calls, as Lan Wangji drags himself into the front room in all his miserable, disheveled glory. “What is the matter? Have you fed her?”

“I have fed her, changed her, checked her temperature, and made sure all her clothes were loose enough,” he says, distraught. “Perhaps I will take her to the healing ward, just to make sure she is well. Good afternoon, Shufu.”

“You examined her with your lingli, didn’t you? She’s not sick.”

“No, but—”

“Give her here,” his uncle sighs, holding out his arms for the child. “Now,  bring me that square blanket on the divan, and watch closely.”

While Lan Wangji watches, Lan Qiren lays the blanket out on the bed and folds it into a triangle, and then he places A-Lan onto it with her fluffy round head above the folded edge and packs her into a tight bundle with one arm waving freely outside it. 

“Shufu,” Lan Wangji ventures, brow furrowed. “What are you—”

“Quiet,” Lan Qiren instructs him. “Pay attention, Wangji.”

He folds up the bottom corner of the blanket, laying it over A-Lan’s chest and her chubby bent legs, and then he folds the other half around her like a bamboo string around a zongzi, trapping her flailing fist against her body before handing her back to her father. 

“There,” he says, satisfied. “See?”

A-Lan’s sobs are already calming down, and a moment later she blinks in confusion and goes straight back to sleep. 

Lan Wangji gapes at her. “What did you do, Uncle?” he wonders. “I already tried wrapping her, but this…”

“That is how a baby should be swaddled,” Lan Qiren scolds. “You and Wei Ying wrap her like a pancake roll, and it does well enough most of the time. But when a child this small is in distress, it can be helpful to remind them of their time in the womb, and put them in a similar position with a swaddling blanket. What made A-Lan cry so?”

“She missed Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji says dully. “He went to Caiyi with Sizhui and Xiaohui, and she woke early from her nap and cried when she realized he was gone.”

I remember weeping because Wei Ying was gone, he doesn’t say. She seemed as heartbroken as I was, back then. 

“Ah,” his uncle murmurs. “A word of advice, Wangji. When you are overtaxed, and dealing with a child in distress, your discomfort will inevitably worsen theirs. I learned this by trial with your brother, and it ended with him stopping his tears and laughing for me because he hated to see me cry.”

It sounds so much like Lan Xichen that Lan Wangji feels his throat swell. “En?”

“In such times, seek help before you become overwrought,” Lan Qiren advises him. “I am here, as is Xichen, and the nursery teachers who cared for you both when you were little. You and your husband are not alone, in any aspect of your lives, and it would be a joy to all of us to aid you.”

And then Lan Qiren makes tea and shoos Lan Wangji back to the bedroom, where he sinks down onto the bed with the baby snoring quietly in his arms and falls asleep himself.

When Wei Ying returns an hour later, he declares that everything must have gone perfectly for both of them to be so at ease.

“I didn’t want to leave you!” he laughs, cuddling a squealing A-Lan to his breast and waving a handful of new toys over her curious little face. “But you were as cool as a cucumber, Lan Zhan! Why can’t I be like you?”

“It was not so smooth as I hoped it would be,” Lan Wangji confesses. “But everything was all right in the end, xingan. My shufu is a very good teacher.”

#wangxian #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #wangxian arranged marriage au #renouncement verse #my fic #wei shuilan #lan qiren #lan wangji #wei wuxian

[jeeperso]

D&D Quotes Without Context

Ravenloft Edition, Dementlieu arc part 6

"The play was postponed because that small minded master of revels doesn't understand what true art is. Also because I didn't pay his bribe. Thirty gold pieces indeed. He's not worth fifteen silver." "His undertaker would beg to differ."

"We just 24ed an imp for that.”

“Also, you literally live in a place shrouded in mists with demonstrable magic and are talking to a genie fucker.  But curses are too far?”

"I think you underestimate how desperately some people want to be famous." “No. We’ve met your son.”

Jonni: “I’ll question the ladies.” Gorbash gives her a look. "This is business. Fun comes after there isn't a murderer running about." Jonni: “I have a very personal investigative style.”

"Well then we do this the hard way. We question everyone, check the place for more fiends, and put a protection detail on the most likely targets. I'll be damned if I let a bloody play get anyone else killed on my watch."

"You had better call the cops, there is a handsome in my mirror." Irost points. "Marshal. Arrest his mirror."

Jonni grabs his shirt and hair with Mage Hand and yanks up. “What are you hiding! Answer me!” ... "Now if you don't mind, I have a play to rehearse. And tell your friend she needs to SWITCH TO DECAF." "She did."

"You smell like funnel cake." “The hells a funnel cake and why does it sound both delicious and deadly?”

Vanessa comes in, she is a dour young woman with black hair and green eyes, dressed as a queen.  "Can we hurry this up. i need to get back to rehearsing," she says in a flat monotone voice. Jonni:

Gorbash twitches. "Jonni sense is tingling."

OOC: So she got this role by either magic or theater politics I'm not sure which is more dangerous.

"Guys, she is telling the truth. I'm pretty sure a 4 year old whose face is covered with crumbs could lie better about stealing from a cookie jar than she could lie."

She discretely pulls out a bag of 50 gold and drops it on the floor. "Oops." Marshal puts the bag back in her hand. Jonni very quickly adds that to the pile. GM: Jonni and Marshal roll init to see who gets to it first. Marshal OOC: 20 Jonni OOC: 14 GM: Sorry Jonni, Marshal moves at the speed of justice.

Marshal makes a mental note to borrow the theater workshop to craft a bludgeon-sized holy symbol.

"You are making facts fit a theory." "But it's so dramatic! It HAS to work!"

“Yup, that tripped Gorb’s apocalypse sense. That’s our guy.”

Vanessa glows, and her face fully heals.  From above you, you hear a loud "OH COME ON."

"I will bless every room in this theatre if I have to."

"Rest in Detroit, fiend."

“In my defense, I was trying to stun him…” "In your offense, you killed him."

"You killed my baby brother.  Now you DIE." "137." "What was that?" “That’s how many times I’ve heard that.” "I'd have thought it'd be higher." “I mean, that was exclusively for little brothers. I’ve been keeping track of each variation.”

"You will know pain gnome. All of you know pain." “38.”

"Know pain, know gain."

You send the devil plowing through a nearby wall. "Anyone get the number of that Paladin?" “Oh, ho! Three.”

[B]"EXODUS DEMONUS!"[/B] You drive your sword into the fiend, and it begins smoking, as it explodes with holy fire, incinerating the fiend. "THAT'S EXODUS DIABOLUS YOU SLAAAAAAG..."

OOC: Jonni’s not a cop. She’d never mistreat authority, because she’d never accept it.

OOC: If I didn't know better, I'd think this was the Weed Oni from White Plume Mountain.

GM OOC: Also you guys have great luck you picked out the two shapeshifted monsters in the cast. OOC: 

OOC1: Terrifying thought... Funnel Cake Spider. OOC2: NOPE! OOC3: ...Kill it. Kill it now. GM OOC: You guys are giving me ideas for the Fundertainment land service tunnels.

OOC1: Yeah, once we hit that point Nyx is going to be a major badass. OOC2: Eh, she's already a major badass. She'll be a colonel badass.  Wait...is colonel above or below a major? OOC3: Above. OOC2: Good. Might want to stop there. Becoming a General Badass isn't as impressive... OOC4: But what about a Brigadier-General? Or a Major-General?

OOC: At 10 Jonni gets to turn her vessel into the fuck bus…. I mean place for the whole party to rest.

OOC: That's one Imp point for Gorbash in the Imp Wrasslin event, and one for Jonni at the Imp Skeet Shoot.

"I'm the one who started that UwU thing. It's why Asmodeus demoted me and flung me into Ravenloft." Asmodeus: "YOU'RE FUCKING RIGHT I DID. WE HAVE STANDARDS MAN."

#dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #quotes without context #ravenloft

[just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot]

Soulmate September - Day 16

Day 16 - When your soulmate listens to music or is singing, you hear it in your own head as well. (Songfic, Crazy = Genius by PATD)

Pairing(s): Romantic Intrulogical, Ambiguous/Romantic Analomus, Background Roceit [the Janus part is ambiguous but whatever], Familial Logicality, Familial Virremile, Background Remile [again hinted]

TWs: swearing, sexual themes [light but they’re there], makeouts, Remus being Remus, drunken behaviour, pyromania, vomiting [not graphic just mentioned]

–

“Either of you pyros got a lighter I can borrow?”

Logan sighed, not making much in the way of eye contact with the emo sitting in the cell next to him and his soulmate. He dug into his jean pocket and lazily tossed the lighter to the boy clad in so much black and purple he looked like the sapient embodiment of a bruise.

“Keep it.”

“Oh. You sure? This is a pretty sweet lighter-”

“I insist.”, Logan groaned, running his hands down his face, “It’s not like I’ll be needing it ever again after this.”

From beside Logan, Remus slung his arm to the side, flopping it about limply to swat at his soulmate, “Shuddafuckup”, he slurred, hauling himself upright from his slumped over position, “S’gonna be fiiiine. Roman said he’d bail us oooouuuut, so fuckin’ chill-”

“Your brother told you last week that he would give us a ride to Dairy Queen but instead he was too fucking busy getting to third base with his boyfriend!!”, Logan snapped. Ugh, he would regret that in the morning. He ran his hands through his hair anxiously slicking it back. How had the night gone wrong so fast?...

-

‘You can set yourself on fire! You can set yourself on fire!’

Logan wasn’t sure what it was about the glowing ember embrace of a flame that drew him in toward it like a moth with a death wish, but as he allowed his soulmate Remus to haul his ass towards their usual hangout with the promise of some pretty choice items to burn, he found that he couldn't care less.

As he approached the overpass with his soulmate chugging a whole half a bottle of tequila without blinking, Logan wondered how he ever survived before without this whirlwind in human form.

‘She said at night in my dreams

You dance on a tightrope of weird

Oh but when I wake up you're so normal that you just disappear

You're so straight like commuters with briefcases towing the line

There's no residue of a torturer inside your of eyes’

“Check it the fuck out, babe! Did I bring the goods or what?”, Remus grinned nearly as brightly as the shine on the rather expensive looking crimson car - he guessed it might have been a Mercedes, but car brands all looked the same to him really - parked under the overpass. Logan didn’t have a particular favourite item to burn, but when Remus walked over in his lime green hoodie that barely covered his black leather shorts and fishnets to pose seductively on top of the hood? Logan hadn’t wanted to incinerate anything more in his life.

“You… How on Earth did you come by this?!”, he ran his hand along the curve of the hood, unashamedly letting his hand roam over Remus’ thigh. 

His soulmate hummed, leaning in to steal a kiss, murmuring softly against Logan’s lips, “If I told you I might’ve hotwired it just this afternoon? Is that a turn off or a turn on?”

Goddamn him, Remus knew just how to speak right to Logan’s soul.

“The latter, and you know it.”, Logan all but growled into their kiss.

‘She said you're just like Mike

Love but you wanna be Brian Wilson, Brian Wilson

Said you're just like Mike

Love but you'll never be Brian Wilson’

In the back of his mind, Logan did wonder what his father and morally conscious little brother would think; if they knew he snuck out to satisfy his pyromania, make out with his feral cryptid of a boyfriend, and engaged in petty acts of vandalism and thievery from time to time. What would Thomas and Patton think of their stoic, orderly son and big brother who - instead of studying for his undergraduate degree in astrophysics - would rather spend the night getting dangerous and dirty alongside his soulmate who had literally just admitted to auto theft  to acquire a ridiculously expensive car for him to burn?

The thought was there for all of two seconds until Remus’ tongue licking into his mouth banished it away. The only thot he needed tonight was the one driving him crazy with a kiss alone.

‘And I said (hey ay, ay)

If crazy equals genius (hey ay, ay)

If crazy equals genius

Then I'm a fucking arsonist (hey)

I'm a rocket scientist (hey hey)

(Hey ay, ay)

If crazy equals genius (hey)

You can set yourself on fire (hey ay)

But you're never gonna burn, burn, burn (hey ay)

You can set yourself on fire (hey ay)

But you're never gonna learn, learn, learn hey!’

Knowing they came here for a reason, Logan reluctantly ended their makeout session and grabbed for his trusted blue lighter.

“How full is the gas tank?”, Logan made sure to ask, popping open the door to the driver’s side to see what was left in the car. Might as well keep anything worth selling.

“Not sure.”, Remus shrugged, twirling the keys around his finger excitedly while he finished off their first bottle of the night, “Wanna help me make sure there’s nothing left?”

‘She said darlin' you know

How the wine plays tricks on my tongue

But you don't seem to change when you stuff all of

your feelings with drugs

Other boys you may have dated serrated your heart with a slice

But the cut of your love never hurts baby, it's a sweet butter knife’

Logan wasn’t sure how Remus managed to look even more majestic every time he looked at him, but as he clung tight to the hand rest above the passenger window while his soulmate pulled off his sixteenth donut in a row, all he could think about was how lucky he was to have him. Like a trickle of water turning into a river, Logan recognised the beginning of Na Na Na starting to play in his head. Of course. He knew Remus well enough by now to know that was coming. The humming under his soulmate’s breath also gave it away somewhat. 

While Remus kept trying to empty the tank, Logan couldn’t help but feel nostalgia for their first meeting; Remus’ older brother Roman had asked Logan to stand in for the theatre department’s regular dramaturge when Logan began to hear the beginnings of Avenue Q’s The Internet Is For Porn begin to invade his mind. Luckily for him, it hadn’t taken long for Remus to saunter over and try to flirt with him, humming the exact tune Logan had been hearing the whole time.

From there, they’d begun dating though it took a good few months before Logan would join Remus in his fantastical ramblings. He lamented on how he felt trapped by a father who meant well but expected so much from him, how stifled he felt having to be a role model to his living marshmallow of a little brother. How Logan just wanted the fun, exhilaration of doing something extreme for a change.

With Remus’ encouragement, Logan opened up about his pyromaniac tendencies which his soulmate was 110% onboard with. Ever since, the underpass had become their dirty, out of the way, graffiti scarred home away from home. Where Logan could indulge the urge to burn away his stresses and lose himself in Remus’ mantra of doing whatever the fuck they wanted.

‘She said you're just like Mike

Love but you wanna be Brian Wilson, Brian Wilson

Said you're just like Mike

Love but you'll never be Dennis Wilson’

With the car finally seemingly out of gas as it shuddered to a stop, Remus fluidly slid out of the open window - you know, like a normal functional human being - and slid across the hood of the car to open the door for Logan, “Alright, time for this bitch to burn!”

Logan was more than happy to get down to the main event after doing a last quick sweep of the car. All he’d found worth keeping was the planet shaped air freshener; so sue him, the sweet scent of mixed berries was delightful. Whipping out his lighter, Logan escorted Remus a safe distance away and pulled out the hairspray he’d swiped from his room earlier. He aimed the spray towards the car - making sure it wasn’t against the wind or pointed back at himself, he preferred to keep his eyebrows, thanks - and watched as the plume of fire engulfed the car’s seat cover. 

Crackling flames. Straining metal. Hissing fabric burning to a plastic like mess. It was a symphony and Logan was it’s conductor.

With his boyfriend wrapping his arms around his shoulders, Logan tilted to kiss him once more as the heat of the fire caressed their skin. Remus’ eyes never once left Logan, seeing his soulmate delight in an act of pure mindless vandalism, watching the way Logan looked truly free, sent his heart racing. In compliment, Logan turned back to Remus, grinning already at the shades of orange and yellow that painted his handsome features. He always thought Remus was at his most beautiful that way.

‘And I said (hey ay, ay)

If crazy equals genius (hey ay, ay)

If crazy equals genius

Then I'm a fucking arsonist (hey)

I'm a rocket scientist (hey hey)

(Hey ay, ay)

If crazy equals genius (hey)

You can set yourself on fire (hey ay)

But you're never gonna burn, burn, burn (hey ay)

You can set yourself on fire (hey ay)

But you're never gonna learn, learn, learn hey!’

Logan couldn’t tell you what happened next; one minute the two of them were watching the flames while his soulmate continued his campaign to destroy his kidneys with alcohol, the next Remus was sitting in his lap leaving hickeys all over his neck while Logan let his hands roam around under Remus’ hoodie. In the back of his mind, Logan could make out the beginning of a song he didn’t recognise at first, but as the lyrics kicked in, he let out a breathy chuckle. Of course, trust Remus to pick a thematic piece of music for the night’s events. As the song got louder - and Remus marked him more needily - Logan found he rather liked the song. He’d have to ask Remus what it was called later.

‘You can set yourself on fire (hey)

You can set yourself on fire (hey)

You can set yourself on fire (hey)

You can set yourself on fire’

The next thing either of them knew, there was a vague clattering noise followed by a  thunderous metallic bang. Followed by another, then another. One after another for a total of seven times before it finally quieted down. No music, no bang, just the fire crackling away. Thoroughly shaken, Remus and Logan untangled themselves from each other, the former demanding all too loudly, “What the creme fresh fuck was that?!”

“I-! I have no idea-”, Logan began. There wasn’t anything that would’ve done that inside the car, he’d checked. However, as he rounded the car, giving the flames a wide berth, Logan noticed someone laying on the ground on the other side of the car; dressed in a dark, patchy hoodie and ripped jeans, a plume of purple dyed frizzy hair poking out from the hood. He looked like your run of the mill emo. For a second, Logan was worried he and Remus would have to dispose of a body, but fortunately the young man groaned and began to sit up. To his side, Logan winced at a metallic glint blinding his vision.

The spray can doing so had clearly rolled out of the bag full of other cans, all in different colours. At least now Logan could put a face to the rather beautiful graffiti that tattooed the underpass as well as what had exploded in the fire as he noted the burst open paint cans under the car.

“Are you alright? What the hell happened?”, Logan questioned firmly, though he knew the disoriented emo on the ground likely couldn’t answer right away. He assumed from the way the young man rubbed the back of his head that he’d taken a rather nasty fall. The anxious artist seemed to remember exactly where he was, eyes blown wide in fear, 

“Dude, get outta here quick-”

“There he is!”

Three officers rushed towards the two of them prompting the emo and Logan to make a break for it, being sure not to run into the inferno. Remus pretty quickly got the idea and joined the two of them. It seemed neither of the three of them knew exactly where they were trying to run to, but a silent, unspoken agreement saw them all heading for the same direction. Looking back on it, Logan wondered if parting ways and heading for his car with Remus could’ve at least seen them with a better chance of getting away. 

But hindsight is a bitch that wakes up seven hours late and didn’t even bother to bring Starbucks. 

‘And I said (hey ay, ay)

If crazy equals genius (hey ay, ay)

If crazy equals genius

Then I'm a fucking arsonist (hey)

I'm a rocket scientist (hey hey)

(Hey ay, ay)

If crazy equals genius (hey)’

Before long, all Logan could hear was his sneakers scraping the ground and his own breathing competing against his heartbeat to dominate his ears. The urge to stop and breathe was intense but it felt as though doing just that would send the world crashing down around them. 

Of course, prolonged exercise and a stomach full of alcohol wasn’t the best combination. 

“‘M gonna fuckin’ puke-!”, Remus huffed, trying to cover his mouth with his hand. 

“Just hold on, Remus, we’re-!”

Logan watched in horror as his soulmate stopped to empty his stomach, unintentionally doing so in a way that blocked off the hoodie clad young man trying his best to keep up.

“Ah sHIT-!”

He didn’t need to look back; the clattering of the satchel, the mutual yelps of surprise and pain, Logan kept running even as two of the officers apprehended his soulmate and the hooded lad. The guilt would catch up to Logan before the third officer did, or it would have if he didn’t mistime his turning around the next corner only to end up nearly getting run over. How poetic; from making out on a car hood to being cuffed against one. Had Remus not been busy insulting the officers’ mothers rather colourfully, Logan theorised he would’ve no doubt made some innuendo about it.

Exhausted from their chase and thoroughly cuffed, all Logan could do was let himself be loaded into the back of the cop car with Remus and the anxious emo.

‘You can set yourself on fire (hey ay)

But you're never gonna burn, burn, burn (hey ay)

You can set yourself on fire (hey ay)

But you're never gonna learn, learn, learn hey!’ 

-

“Mmm… Logan, can you-”, Remus burped a little too wetly for it not to make Logan feel as queasy as Remus looked, “Can you stroke my hair? Pleeeeeease?”

Sighing in that playful kind of annoyance only true love can allow, Logan did as asked. The night may wind up with him being harshly reprimanded by his father and possibly losing his come-and-go privileges, but at least for now he had Remus.

“...... I’m sorry.”, came the rough voice of the emo in the cell next to theirs, “You both wouldn’t be stuck here if it wasn’t for me.”

Remus just gave a dismissive grunt in reply while Logan assured their cell companion, “While you may have led the police to us, I doubt our proclivity for fiery vandalism would’ve kept going undetected forever.”, he looked the emo up and down, “Might I ask,...?”

“Virgil.”

“Virgil,”, Logan repeated, “Might I ask how you ended up stumbling across us?”

Virgil shrugged, “I’ve been painting the underpass for years. Pretty much everything down there’s something I’ve done.”. 

He chewed the inside of his cheek, “I had a shitty night so I came down to paint something when I walked in on you two getting all ‘friendly’,”, he airquoted, “So I went to go home but I got stopped by an officer and started panicking. So I just…. ran.”

His posture curled a little while he twirled Logan’s lighter between his fingers in a stimming action, “Then I realised I was way too fucking close to the fire and I blacked out.”, Virgil embarrassedly pulled his hood up, “Fire scares the shit outta me, always has. Next thing I knew, I woke up with you staring at me. You both know the rest.”

Logan nodded quietly. It really did fill in a few gaps, “I can’t blame you for not wanting to stick around. I do apologise that we inadvertently ruined your night.”

Virgil shrugged, “Eh, it’s alright, it’s just gonna suck having to have my dads bail me out again. Not that dad would mind but pops will probably gimme another lecture about ‘unhealthy coping habits’ again....”

At that, they sat for the most part in silence. Then that song began to trickle into Logan’s brain again. As nice as it had been in accompaniment to their antics before, Logan found it almost grating now. He sighed and gently nudged Remus, 

“Re-”

“Logan, babe,”, Remus groaned, beating him to the punch, “Can you fuckin’ give it a rest with the music? M’fuckin’ head hurts.”

“....But you’re the one who’s been thinking about that song, right!?”, Logan’s concern was obvious. Remus caught on as well.

“No!? I thought it was you!?”, he sloppily hauled himself onto Logan’s lap, pressing their foreheads together, “Issokay babe, I won’t let-”, he stifled a burp though it did nothing to save Logan from Remus’ drunken breath, “Won’t let fate change our soul bond! I’ll fuckin- I’ll whip out my brain surgery skills right here if I gotta-”

“Remus!”, Logan sternly held him back a little, “Calm down, let’s just try and think rationally, okay!?”

“.... Have you ever MET me, you stupid sexy science bitch?”, Remus cackled at the alliteration.

“Please be serious for once.”, Logan sighed, fixing his glasses in a self calming gesture, “Do you know the name of the song in your head?”

“Yeah, iss fuckin’ um...”, Remus clicked his fingers in thought, trying to place it, “S’fuckin Scream In The Club, or some shit who sings it...”

“..... You mean, Panic At The Disco?”, came Virgil’s voice from the neighbouring cell.

Remus pointed dramatically, “THATS THE BITCH!”. He put his fist to his chest to stifle another burp, instead taking a second to turn and spit out some of the awful taste on his tongue, “Fuckin’... the lyrics were like…. “You can set yourself-””

“- On fire?!”, Virgil finished, looking rather interested in the conversation now.

Logan nodded between the two of them, “Yes, that’s the same opening line I remember. Virgil, I take it you’re familiar with the song?”

“Well yeah, and I’ll do you one better. Uh,....”, he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “I’ve had that song stuck in my head all night.”

Remus and Logan shared a look of shock. Could Virgil really be their soulmate? It would explain the times when they would hear music that didn’t seem to line up with each other’s tastes. Before Logan could propose a test, Remus was way ahead of him; he rolled his eyes as the music flooded into his skull. 

Virgil brightened up, “Ashnikko, huh? Good choice-”

“HOLY SHIT, LOGAN, WE GOT-! WE GOT ANOTHER ONE!!”, Remus screeched, wriggling excitedly in Logan’s lap, almost causing his boyfriend to drop him.

“Indeed.”, Logan sighed fondly as he tried to get Remus to sit back down on the bench instead of his lap, “So now you better call Roman and see if he can bail us ALL out..”

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... I know I won’t probably be able to catch up but hell with it, I love some of the prompt ideas, I’ll just stop tagging the blog if I run over at this point.

A big thanks to @accidental-sanders for the idea for this one, it was really fun to do.

@tsshipmonth2020

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[bookworm-2692]

For the ZE Ask Game: 1b, 1e, 2a, 3d, 5e, 5f and 5n!

Thank you for sending the asks! I love talking about Zero Escape so thank you for enabling me :D

Questions from here

1b: Favourite character design?

Okay, you know how hard it is for me to pick favourite characters because they’re all wonderful and that’s why you went with this question haha. Hmm. There are so many good designs (especially with the colour coding!!!). I prefer the designs in the first two games, since they’re really bright and colourful, and the third game is darker and dingier. I like that each character has a main colour that stands out and doesn’t really belong to anyone else (except for Dio and K who both have the red and gold aesthetics, but that’s valid because red and gold is a brilliant aesthetic). I think in 999, my favourite is actually Junpei’s - I love the blue colour of his vest, and the blue vest and red shirt just. Work super well together. It’s a fashion disaster but it’s also an aesthetic I vibe with so. (also love the red blue colour coding with Junpei specifically so). In VLR, much as I loathe him, I really like Dio’s design. The top hat and the braids and the red and gold work really well together and it’s fun. Dio is super frustrating though, but his design slaps!

1e: Favourite scene?

Oooo tricky. There’s so many good moments. I think I have to go with the classic though - the moment in 999 True End where Junpei gets the safe end code, and the narration goes “How did Junpei know? He knew because I knew”. It’s so chilling and also so satisfying to see everything suddenly click. I love it, and I love watching people experiencing that for the first time. It’s like. The best part of the game, I reckon.

2a: Least favourite character?

Okay I’m trying to not immediately say Delta but like.... Delta. I think he had a super interesting concept, but the way it was executed made it so much worse. I hated that they just.... hid him from view so then the twist was that this character you didn’t even know existed was Zero? It just felt cheap. Also ~complex motives~ got really annoying - I would have much preferred it if he had said “yeah I’m only doing this to ensure my birth (and the birth of my sister). soz lmao”. Because that motive feels more real? Rather than just adding a whole random “religious fanatic” in a vague sort of way. I do like the concept of him and Phi being twins and being separated in such a way that they’re very different ages now, but again the execution of Sigma and Diana’s romance was like. Not done well.

So yeah, Delta is my least favourite because he doesn’t significantly effect the plot, barely exists, and when he is present his motives don’t make sense and his abilities are not foreshadowed at all (morphogenetic fields in 999 were good, the entire game was spent explaining the concept. Mind Hack? Right outta left field and also if we’re trying to make it work based on how morphogenetic field theory was explained in 999, the “reading minds” part of it is “extremely strong receiver”, and the “forcing people to do actions” part of it is “extremely strong transmitter”, so he should have one of the abilities but not both. And if he is a really strong transmitter.... he’s gotta mime out the action in order to write it into the fields to encourage others to follow! And I reckon natural transmitters, who are worse at receiving, are naturally slightly resistant to this, natural receivers are more vulnerable to this, and normal people somewhere in between. But yes, if Delta is gonna Mind Hacc Eric, then we should see him in the corner miming holding a gun, pointing, and firing!! Bleugh!

Wow that turned into a bit of a rant. Whoops?

3d: Rank the endings

I have been given the choice to either rank the true ends across the three games, or all the endings within a particular game. I am so bad at choices ugh.

Anyway, the true ends:

999 - it really tied everything together and explained everything. The sequence in the incinerator, seeing 12 year old Akane and 21 year old Junpei talking to each other, Junpei saving young Akane, Clover’s absolute joy at finding out Light is alive, the “he knew because I knew” thing that I mentioned above, just everything. It was a self contained story, so everything was addressed and it was good.

VLR - this is more second by default, since I love 999′s true end and hate ZTD’s true end. But overall, this is fairly solid, and I like the concept of them doing this in 2074 to change an outcome in 2028, but it loses points because it relies on ZTD to “complete” it

ZTD - I hate this true end. The game has very enjoyable moments, but unfortunately the true end amounts to “oh let’s just... SHIFT to a timeline where we all survive” and that’s it? Which just feels sort of pointless tbh. And is so unsatisfactory

Within 999, I feel all six five endings are extremely solid, and all have a part to play an a story to tell. Knife End may be the most unsatisfactory, but it’s still okay. True, Safe, and Sub Ends are the ends with credits, and they’re all full of great dialogue and story. Axe End is also great, and I love the way you get to see the other side of Clover (and I really like the art of Clover holding an axe, I actually drew it on Saturday (when I started writing these answers, but it’s Wednesday now because I’ve been busy) for a friend’s birthday, which is technically my first ZE fanart and I’ll post it here at. Some point. Knife end is a bit quick, but honestly that’s okay? Especially when considering how many bad ends the other two games have that aren’t even named. Coffin End was my first end, and I wasn’t expecting the “to be continued” so I basically just collapsed and lay face down on the ground for a fair bit, but again given how many plot locks the other games have, coffin end is chill. So 999 has the most solid endings overall.

Within VLR, there are nine named endings, one for each character, and 13 ish unnamed bad ends. The unnamed bad ends are all like.... basically as soon as you make the decision you die or whatever, they don’t continue onwards like they do for Axe End etc in 999. I like that the named endings are designed for you to learn about each character, even though some of them are kinda weak. Like Quark’s ending, we didn’t really learn about him, and most of what we learnt about him was from Tenmyouji’s ending. I agree with what you said, Finch, about how it would have been nice to get some more Quark content/bonding/something, after he wakes up. Clover’s ending was also pretty disappointing, since she vaguely alluded to 999 and then everyone killed themselves. But there were some really good ones, like Luna’s and K’s and Dio’s (very fun that Phi was about to smash his head with a rock even if betraying Luna to get to that point is painful). Actually I really like the whole murder mystery aspect of everything behind the Magenta door. 

Within ZTD, I do appreciate that the endings all served their purposes, but I disliked the way there were sometimes multiple endings in the same timeline, while other timelines... had none. It just was a bit all over the shop. Most of the endings were informative for the characters, but the true end sucks.

5e: Rant about something you liked from the games

I adore all the red/blue symbolism in the games, especially in 999. The way every time the morphogenetic field is described, the transmitters are red people and the receivers are blue people. And then when you learn who the espers are, you can see how the colours align. Clover is a transmitter, and her colour scheme is a lot of dark pink, close to red, while Light, a receiver, has lots of blue in his design. Junpei and Akane can both transmit and receive (with each other), and this is shown by Junpei wearing both red and blue, and Akane wearing purple, a mix of red and blue. It’s really neat. Also, Junpei is new to the morphogenetic fields, so his blue and red is still separate, but Akane is so entwined within them, and uses them so easily, that her blue and red have mixed to become purple.

In VLR, Clover is still pink, and Junpei still has blue (even though he’s lost the red, but that could show he’s lost connection to Akane and now has no one to transmit to, although I think it’s hilarious if he was still unintentionally transmitting to Akane over the years, and that’s how she kept tabs on him and found him again for VLR.

In ZTD, Diana is red and Sigma is blue. I actually headcanon Diana as a receiver and Sigma as a transmitter (as in, he transmitted his memories to himself across timelines rather than a natural receiver ability), so I like that in ZTD they have opposite colours/each other’s colours. Phi is blue in both games and still a receiver imo.

So the colour symbolism is obviously strongest in 999, but I really like it.

5f: Rant about something you disliked from the games

In VLR, Clover says that stronger espers absorb the powers of weaker espers, and that’s why she can’t contact her brother. I hate this “fact” actually, because it directly contradicts the way the morphogenetic fields work in 999 and ZTD, and also in VLR itself. In 999, we have nine sets of esper siblings during the First Nonary Game, and since they all survived, we know that their esper powers must have worked correctly.... which means we can’t have had one Super Esper absorbing all the powers. The true end of ZTD has the powers of all the espers working together to create a resonant effect so that even Eric and Mira, non espers, can SHIFT. I also dislike SHIFTing (a rant for another day), but the idea of multiple espers in a vicinity resonating/boosting everyone’s powers makes way more sense than.... one person absorbing everyone else’s powers.

And even within VLR.... Tenmyouji does the ally/betray swapsies thing with Sigma and Phi, which means he is also remembering another timeline.... which means his powers are still working and not being absorbed by Phi and Sigma. Also.... both Phi and Sigma are using their powers and SHIFTing everywhere. Why doesn’t one of them absorb the other’s powers? Also also, we learn in the True End that Akane was in K’s armour the entire time during the timeline where Sigma and Phi most use their powers for all the bomb passwords and locations etc. You cannot try to tell me that Akane isn’t the strongest esper, ever. She simply is. If absorbing was true, then we would literally never see anyone else use their powers, because Akane is always there (FNG, 999, VLR, ZTD) and would have to be doing all the absorbing. Gah.

So I reckon, even though Clover said that, that she was simply wrong. That was the current theory SOIS had, but.... they don’t have to be right.

In any case, there are other reasons why Clover might not have been able to contact Light in VLR. The first is simply that he is dead. Another is the idea that minds linked by the morphogenetic fields have a sort of... shape. That fits perfectly with those they are esper partners with. And as the espers grow, so do their mind shapes. Clover was frozen on the 22nd of December 2028, and awoke on the 25th of January 2074. Her mind shape was not able to evolve and grow, so it is preserved. Light however has been living those 45 years, which means that’s been a lot of time for his mind shape to grow and change. Clover can’t find Light’s mind in the morphogenetic field, since it no longer looks the same, and their shapes no longer fit together. This is my personal headcanon, and it means that when Clover finds him, their minds can get used to each other again and their shapes can align, and they can be linked again.

5n: Do you have any fanart/fanfic/fangame recommendations?

Boy, do I ever? The First Nonary Game by @airdeari . What it says on the tin, folks! Airdeari has named all nine pairs of siblings, and created unique sibling relationships and unique experiences with the morphogenetic field for all of them, and woven a beautiful story together, and it’s just wonderful. It’s my favourite fic ever, to the point where I literally bound it and it now exists as a physical book in my life. Like, I cannot recommend this fic enough, it is the best.

AO3 Summary: A tale of nine children aboard a sinking ship, and the unbelievable story of how they survived.

#zero escape #999 spoilers #vlr spoilers #ztd spoilers

[magioftheseas]

★ Usami, Get Fired Up! ★

Summary: Usami and Matsuda’s first meeting, building from a scene in Chapter 25 of Super Danganronpa 2: Matsuda Yasuke’s Battle of Despair and Wits.

Rating: T

Warnings: Violence against stuffed animals outside of the flashback.

Notes: Thought it’d be fun to tack on a bonus scene to the incinerator scene. Poor Monomi. I swear I love her.

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Main story is HERE

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The truth is that Usami met Matsuda years ago. This is a fact the readers already know, but it is one that Usami kept close to her heart and continued to cherish even after becoming Monomi.

She had been a new AI at the time. Her creator, Gekkogahara Miaya, designed her with the intention of helping more reserved children open up. As a cutesy and cuddly friendly face, she was meant to be unassuming if not comforting.  At first, Gekkogahara would communicate through her but with the development of the Neo World Program, an AI was thought to be more practical.

Usami was ‘born’ soon after.

Matsuda Yasuke was one of the first people she met.

“So, she’s active now, sensei?” Matsuda had peered into her screen, brow raised. “She looks the same as always.”

“It’s very nice to meet you!” she chittered, naturally excited and joyful, flailing as she struck a pose. In her overzealousness, she almost twisted her foot too much. Still, she bounced and squealed. “Magical Miracle Girl ★ Usami! The lovey-dovey, cutesy-wutesy cuddle buddy!”

Matsuda clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“...she’s supposed to be a teacher, right? Not sure if this is the right personality for a teacher.” He directed his questions to Gekkogahara. “Sensei, I hate to say it but I’m not sure about it.”

Usami couldn’t see Gekkogahara, but she did see Matsuda nod along. Saw him duck his head respectfully and mutter a dull acquiescence.

“I guess with you and Fujisaki working on her, it should pan out,” he was saying. “It should be fine...?”

“It will be fine!” Usami chirped. “Have hope, Matsuda-kun! Usami—I will do her bestest-westest for everyone! Love, love!”

“Love... Urgh.” Matsuda grimaced at her, only to shout when Gekkogahara’s hand rests atop his head. “H-Hey! Sensei, I’m not a fucking child!”

He’s flustered beyond belief, and Gekkogahara pulls away. Whatever gesture she makes gets that blush on Matsuda’s cheeks darkening.

And he notices Usami staring at him. He gives her a look, but says with utmost seriousness, “I’ll be expecting a lot from you. Don’t let me down.” A pause. “Don’t let Sensei or Fujisaki down either.”

“Of course, of course! Love, love, love!”

Usami’s first impression of Matsuda Yasuke was that he could be a bit prickly, but he was definitely a kind person. He was someone her creator was as fond of as she was respectful towards. In the days of developing the NWP, Usami did pay him a lot of mind.

“He has a difficult personality and has had many difficult experiences,” was Gekkogahara’s report on him. “Please be patient with him. He may seem cruel and aloof, and it can take time for him to let others into his heart. However, he cares deeply and unwaveringly. To a worryingly codependent degree.”

“Usami will do her best!”

“Be mindful, be patient.” Gekkogahara’s instructions were precise. “He is not one of your students, but observing his behavior and learning how to engage with him...should assist in your learning.”

Usami did watch him. Both him and Fujisaki. She watched the two of them work together and communicate, and she paid close mind when the two of them were anxious and uncertain. Fujisaki was always more obvious about it, but because Matsuda noticed, he was always much gentler, much less brusque. More complimentary, even.

Matsuda Yasuke could be a bit prickly, but he was definitely a kind person.

He was definitely...definitely...

--

...he’s definitely a kind person, definitely a kind person, definitely, definitely, definitely!

But no matter how much she told herself that, she couldn’t climb up the chute. She kept sliding back down and down.

If he just had the chance to live normally, this wouldn’t have happened.

She knew that. Gekkogahara knew that. Naegi knew that.

It’s all because of Monokuma. It’s because of Eno—

“Shiiiiiit, sis!” came the cackling, resounding, screeching laughter from above. “You’re really in the pits now! Upupupu!”

Even in the darkness, Monokuma’s maliciously gleaming grin casted the worst shadow.

“Matsuda-kun reeeeeeally hates you, huh?” it remarked, vibrating with despicable glee. “He hates you, resents you, totally deeeeeespises you! So much so that it’s deeeeespairing!”

“It’s all your fault!” Monomi shot back hotly. “If it wasn’t for you—!”

“If it weren’t for Enoshima Junko, Matsuda-kun wouldn’t even beeeee here,” Monokuma said. “Did you know? Matsuda-kun’s everything is aaaaaaaall thanks to Enoshima Junko!”

“You LIAR! I won’t be misled by you!” she shrieked. “Matsuda-kun may be prickly, but he’s definitely a kind person! It’s because of you that he—!”

Monokuma sighed heavily. The sound so low and yet so loud that it caused the inside of the incinerator to rattle.

“Gosh, sis, you just can’t keep up at all. You’re HOPELESS! Wake UP! Do you think you can conveniently blame everyone’s problems on only one person? I know I’m your cool older brother, but I’m not that incredible y’know.”

“You’re not my brother!” Monomi could protest that point, and got another heavy sigh for her troubles.

“Boring... So boring... Oh, Monomi. Poor, sweet, stupid Monomi. I didn’t make Matsuda-kun shove you down there.”

She did flinch and that—that was her weakness.

“Upupupu. I’m not gonna be the reason why Matsuda-kun hates you so much that he doesn’t care about what happens to you. Even! If! It’s something like THIS!”

Monokuma slipped out of view but there was a sound soon after. An awful, wretched noise as the incinerator roared to life. No matter how much Monomi screamed, it was all over for her the second it ignited.

And no matter how much it burned, no matter how much it burned and burned—

He’s definitely a kind person, she told herself over and over. They’re all good kids. They deserve a chance. Everyone...deserves a chance...

Even if—they’ve done—terrible, horrible, awful, despairing things—

It hurts it hurts it hurts

Have patience.

Have hope.

It hurts it hurts iT HUR—

Everything will be okay!

Everything burned to a crisp. In the same breath she choked on a sob, she also choked on so much smoke from her own sizzling body.

--

“Uwaaah, waaah, poor sis. Poor, poor sis.”

Monokuma patted the incinerator a few times.

“She’s really so annoying, it gets me fuming!” A pause. “But now I’m all fired up to cause even MORE despair!”

No one was around to appreciate his red-hot puns. Alas, that Monomi was already in ashes. Still. Still, still, still.

“My beloved Matsuda Yasuke-kun will fall into despair,” it said. “That’s been set in stone.”

It spoke with all the certainty that LOVE could have.

#yasuke matsuda #matsuda yasuke #sdr2 #dr0 #Monomi #Magi fics #Protag Matsun

[theannaredfield]

Day 6- Family Background

Short Vers-

Averriah- The queen of the Fire Hell who ruled before Berial, Argosax, and Balrog. She lived a long reign before being mysteriously murdered one night. She is also Ivey’s mother and pictured above. She stands at about 9 feet tall and was said to be a high level demon.

Baskara- Averriah’s right hand man, who worked with her in killing the current king, taking the throne for themselves. Though his bloodlust was never fully quenched. He desired more. Baskara outlived Averriah, despite being a medium level demon, but he was eventually slain by his own child in her own pursuit of power. The constant battle for power is a bloody one of which not even family is exempt from.

Argosax- ??? Uncle??? Maybe?? I made a joke about it one time I’m not sure if I want that official though. But it would be interesting.

Ivey has no siblings, in her 2.0 version she had a brother and sister but I cut those to make them random enemies.

Future family-

Carden- Ivey’s son, and the oldest of the two. He is said to be heir to the throne but he most likely won’t take it.

Juwia- Ivey’s daughter and the youngest of the two. Also no that name isn’t phonetically spelt.

Both will be talked about more tomorrow. (Well today but)

Long and detailed version that I don’t recommend reading because it’s like fanfic quality. I haven’t rewrote this backstory in awhile-

Balrog? No.

Balrog? No.

What about Argosax?

All wrong.

These were all just posers.

Before Berial could even try to take the throne, there were two others. Averriah, a demoness who possessed the power of the dragon flame. She was one of the most powerful fire demons roaming at the time. And Baskara, a strong demon, but still not the best. Together (and with a little convenient, accidental, help from Sparda) they were able to overthrow the current ruler, killing him and making themselves the new king and queen, of which no one dared question. Many would try, and fail under Averriah’s and Baskara’s opposition.

So was the way of the demon world. A bloody war and a constant fight for power. Everyone wanted to be on top, though not everyone could.

It was only natural that eventually, the powerful duo would… seek to create more power, maybe? But also begin to fight amongst themselves. Baskara wanted more, Averriah was content for the moment, not wanting to cause necessary drama. Though, they did manage to have one child before shit hit the fan. A young demoness named Ivenya, who had yet to reach her full potential. To be true, the two didn’t feel anything for each other and the pairing was only for business. They both wanted to rule, and figured two heads were better than one.

The fight for constant control and power would continue, from both within the royal family and outside it. Though one event set off a chain reaction. Baskara had taken an order from Mundus to go… set alight a few human villages. Averriah was furious, seeing it as unnecessary. The argument escalated over the case of awhile before Baskara eventually killed Averriah, framing an unidentified group for it. Though now that he alone stood on the throne, he still had the kin to deal with. Maybe, if he was lucky, she would be powerful enough to keep him in power.

Of course this didn’t work at all. Ivenya almost got killed a few times on a reckless mission to start a war, and inadvertently learned the truth. Traitorous bastard wouldn’t get away with it.

So a quick overview-

Averriah is Ivey’s mom, who was killed under mysterious circumstances when she was young. She was a highly powerful demon and the queen of fire hell for a few decades if not a century. Many looked up to her, feared her, or wanted to kill her. For lack of better words, she was a girlboss who ran by her own rules. May have been connected to Argosax but it’s not clear. She is said to have the power of the Dragon Flame, a fire hotter than all others, capable of incinerating even the most powerful of foes.

Baskara- Averriah’s right hand man, and arranged “mate.” He is Ivey’s father, and a complete dick. He was strong but never as strong as Averriah, hence why he teamed up with her to overthrow the current ruler. He eventually did manage to kill Averriah, though the details on how are unknown. He was loyal to Mundus, but neither him nor Averriah could ignore that they were indebted to Sparda. Had it not been for him, their plan might not have worked so swell!

Some time after the events of DMC3, in the month of June, on the 21st day, Ivey went through the worst day of her entire life. Feeling wise. It was one of the first times she cried, that she begged for pain to leave, that she felt scared…

That was the day Carden and Juwia were born. A pair of twins born out of some… interesting circumstances.

Her life would never be the same. But she knew damn well what she had to do. Keep those kids safe at all costs. It didn’t matter how hurt she got in the process, they needed to grow up safe and sound, and she was going to do her best to do so…. But she needed more power. She needed the leverage… she needed the crown.

And so the constant power struggle for everyone to always be on top commenced once more. Leaving her newborns with her trusted friend, she went off to hell alone, and faced her father….

And she fucking won. She was bloody and beaten half to death but she arose victorious with the bastards head in her clutches. Throwing herself back on the throne, she watched as the other demons poured in to see what happened, finding their new queen just chucking to herself.

She did it… she was alive…

Ivey used the leverage to get into Mundus’ court when he planned his return during DMC1, and had the inside scoop on every bing. No one expected her to know anything about the remaining son of Sparda, and she used her power to rid anyone who dared questioned her children. Though she did feel horror when seeing the outcome that befell Nelo Angelo and The Angel, or as she knew them, Vergil and Serephina.

This only furthered her resolve, she needed to stay in power to protect herself and her children.

Eventually Berial, Argosax, and Balrog ended up on the throne because Ivey had been away attending to other matters at the time, however as long as she was around no one was getting that crown, she’d kill them if she had to. That was her mother’s, no one else can have it. Of course it helps that Dante was just going around killing them anyway. So they were only temporary rulers while Ivey has been consistent

Review-

Carden- the oldest of Ivey’s two children, and the “heir to the throne.” Although, Ivey does not require nor expect him to take it, and that’s okay. She knows he enjoys the life he has and honestly that’s what she’s working for. As long as he’s happy, that’s all she cares about. Much like his sister, he is very confident and doesn’t hold his tongue much, even as a child. Both being masters of sass and not afraid to tell a demon off, and to piss them off more. While he’s the more normal looking of the two, he still suffers from the scent of their father that gives them away. Even if he is sassy, both he and his sister are real sweethearts if they like you. Also they’re both really hyper. They have too much energy. Ivey needs a coffee.

Juwia- Ivey’s second child. Although having twins was unplanned, Ivey loves her daughter none the less. How she stumbled upon the name “Juwia” is unknown. Especially because it’s not anywhere near phonetically spelt. A rather curious little girl who didn’t really seem to have a lot of fears. Her and her brother got into a lot of mischief, which put Ivey through grief but she always managed to keep them both safe and alive. Juwia, sadly, had to spend a lot of time disguising herself, because that hair, while beautiful, was a dead giveaway, and would have her targeted. She grew to hate this and now owns her heritage with immense pride.

Both Carden and Juwia are massive goofballs and have a knack for the dramatics (I wonder where they get *that* from) and they enjoy living their human lives. Ivey couldn’t ask for anything more, feeling she succeeded in keeping them happy and safe. Would her mother be proud? No. But that doesn’t matter.

#dmcocweek

[literary-spirit]

Lessons of Devotion

Chapter 6

Bonnie spent the next several days restoring Rollo's former keep. By the end of the fifth day, she moved in and Queen Aslaug gifted her with a new bed, a table, two chairs, and a large barrel to use for baths. Bjorn gave her bulks of silks, linen, furs, and leather material to fashion a wardrobe that would range from great hall feasts to raiding next spring. For that task, her magic did the bulk of the work. In no time, she had several dresses fashioned after wears she'd seen on the hit television shows Reign, Last Kingdom, and Merlin. She even threw in some retro fits from her time period. For her raiding gear, she went straight Valkyrie from Thor Ragnarök.

She stared down at the leather black raiding outfit she wore, frustrated she couldn't see the gear on her in its entirety. Craning her neck, she looked over her shoulder to see if she could catch a glimpse of her butt. "Damn, wish I had the full-length mirror from home," she mumbled to herself.

Seconds later the mirror materialized in front of her. Her bottom lip kissed the floor. Although the emergence of her mirror from thin air stunned her, the reflection which stared back at her shocked the southern fried shit out of her. Instead of her sassy twenty-seven-year-old self-staring back at her, she was staring at her scared of her own shadow eighteen-year-old senior in high school self. The self who died before she even had the chance to graduate. How? Why? She rubbed a hand over her face, unable to believe the lie her reflection attempted to tell.

A knock sounded at the door and she hurried to cover the mirror with a few bulks of stray fabric. When she turned to answer the knock, Bjorn walked in followed by Torvi and the boys. Bjorn carried a chest, while Torvi held a battle ax and a sheathed sword.

"Bonnie, you fashioned your raider's wear?" Torvi placed the weapons on the table and hurried over to spin her around. "It's made so well, you're barely able to see the stitching. Look, how the chainmail overlays the length of her arms and bosom area. Bonnie you have to make me one. Wait until Lagertha sights this."

As Torvi continued fawning over the raiding outfit, Guthrum rushed over and wound himself around one of Bonnie's legs. Hali, not to be left out, toddled over with his arms raised. Bjorn, who had since place the chest on the table next to the weapons, watched her with a complacent expression locked tight on his face. Conflict, however, incinerated his eyes until they glowed brighter and bluer than a Brazilian sky. One could only imagine the battle which waged inside his head.

"Of course, I'll make one for you," she said as she leaned down to scoop Hali into her arms.

The intensity in Bjorn's eyes doubled, when his gaze traveled over her and Hali, "You'll have to wait until after you give birth to done the garb."

"It's enough to know I'll have it when time comes," Torvi insisted, standing back to stare down the length of Bonnie once more before turning to her husband.

"Bonsie, will you come before slumber to finish the saga about the street rat, and the Jinn?" Guthrum questioned.

Bonnie squatted with Hali still in her arms pecking away at her cheek, "Yes, and if we finish early we can start on a new one."

"Alright," Bjorn said, snapping from whatever mental deliberation he wrestled with to the point of distraction, "help your mother ready the keep for Lagertha's visit on the morrow. We'll fish in the harbor once you've finished."

Torvi and Bjorn exchanged a stare that screamed a thousand words without whispering one. Torvi glanced away first to regard her with warm eyes that put cups of cocoa and comfortable furry slippers to shame, "Will we see you at second meal? Queen Aslaug does enjoy squandering a great amount of your time." She finished with an eyeroll.

"I'll be there," Bonnie smiled, handing Hali back to Torvi.

With that assurance, Torvi nodded and ushered the children from the keep. After the door to the keep closed, Bonnie's gaze moved to Bjorn. He still watched her with eyes that burned her in a place she couldn't even begin to try and soothe. "What troubles you, my protector?"

"You," he straightened from his lean on the wall. With deliberate purpose he crossed the room. "You trouble me. So does your voice that I hear even when you're not near... and your eyes that forces me to misuse time because I'm occupied staring into the trees to find their likeness in hue... but let me not misremember your mouth! For how can I misremember your mouth which tempts and mocks me just so of the point of madness...your hair, in which my hands long to fist themselves...your scent, which intoxicates and besots me until I'm no better than the village drunkard." He paused to lift her onto the table. After cupping her face in his hands he continued, "Everything about you troubles me." He dipped his head to press a lingering kiss to her lips. "And it troubles me that I'm troubled by you. It troubles me that I can't merely make you my concubine because my heart refuses to recognize you as anything other than my wife...my future queen." He kissed her again, this time slipping his tongue between her lips. The taste of him ripped a moan from the bottom of her throat. Without any real thought behind the action, her arms snaked around his neck. "Marry me, Mystical One."

In that moment all she wanted to do was drown in him. To become overwhelmed by the absolute epicness of him. And if she was just a woman and him just a man with a heart equal in measure to the demigod who stood before her, then to him she would submit. Goddess, help her, she'd become his wife and carry a minivan full of children for him. Alas, she wasn't just a woman and he wasn't just a man. They both had roles to roll with and it was too early in the game to allow emotions to get in the way of them achieving the victory history had already saw fit to deny him.

"I'm sorry, Bjorn," she leaned back from his grasp, "I can't."

Several emotions filtered across his face, but the one of pain is the one which stuck with her. "Why? I know you would be my second wife, but you have to know you'd always be first in my heart."

"There's someone else, Bjorn," she said, figuring there was no better time than the present to make Klaus' place in her life known. "There's someone I left behind, who's waiting for me back in my land."

"And he holds your affections?" He backed away from the cradle of her legs. "Even now?"

"He's my family," she said, barely above a whisper.

Bjorn scoffed, before spinning around to stalk toward the door. Opening it, he paused, "Whomever he is, he doesn't deserve you. Anyone who could misplace one as rare and precious as you, doesn't merit the treasure the gods have gifted him." With that said, he left.

Bonnie's eyes closed, and there in silence she allowed the salty liquid droplets of pain to slip freely down her face.

****

"Mother said Bjorn has spoken to her of his plans to marry, Bonnie," Hvitserk said to Ubbe's back as he followed him through the forest.

Ubbe remained silent. He already knew of his older brother's plans to marry his Mystic One. Anyone with sight could bear witness to how taken he was with the girl. Odin's eye, they all were. Her beauty and exoticness was unique to any other in Kattegat. Hel truth be heralded, anyone in all of Norway. Yet, her physical appeal only attracted one's attention, it was everything else about her which intrigued. The whole of her is what provoked many topics of conversations at the long table and had every ear trained on what she would possibly say next.

"Well, she will not have him," Ivar said, while gripping the sides of the wooden plank on which they dragged him. "She will have none of you. You all see the way she gazes upon me, hmm?"

It was true. Whenever in Ivar's presence, she couldn't keep her verdant pigmented eyes from meeting his. The strangest thing. One would think she didn't even see him as a cripple, but instead as an unbroken man who was capable of being her provider and protector.

Sigurd scoffed. "Have you ever even been with a woman, Ivar?"

"Sorry, Little Brother," Hvitserk laughed, leaning down to ruffle Ivar's hair, "Nestled between those dark thighs is my home and I do mean to return to the comforting heat of her hearth."

They reached the edge of the forest which gave way to the cove. Hvitserk was about to pull Ivar out but something with in the falls of the water snared his awareness. He raised a hand to signal for Hvitserk to halt. The shadow in the water moved into view and their collective breaths caught. There in all her bared radiance stood the matter of their debate. Her body was beyond perfection. Even through all the froth lathered over her golden bronzed skin, he could tell her tempting frame was crafted by and for Odin. For what mere mortal man would be worthy of a woman such as her?

"I don't understand?" Ivar mumbled. They turned to see there little brother gawking at the overexaggerated man stand towering in his lap. Fear glistened Ivar's already too blue gaze, "What is happening?"

"What don't you understand?" Sigurd frowned, barely tearing his eyes away from a now rinsed clean Bonnie. "Is that your first one?"

"Looks like you're not quite so boneless after all, Little Brother," Hvitserk said, reaching down to squeeze Ivar's shoulder.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Ubbe's mouth as he returned his gaze to Bonnie. She now stood on the rocks near the waterfall rubbing a liquid substance of sorts into her skin which made her rare hue glisten in the sunlight. Unable to resist her any longer, he left the cover of the trees.

"Ubbe!" he heard Hvitserk hiss.

"Where's he going?" Sigurd panicked.

"Where do you think?" Ivar answered.

****

Bonnie stood in front of the waterfall, dipping her head back. She allowed the supernaturally heated water to rinse the homemade co-wash from her head. With the pads of her fingers, she gave her scalp a deep massage. Her eyes slipped closed. Mm, she needed this after how things went down with Bjorn. No matter her feelings, she couldn't afford to lose focus.

Ansel's warning growl from the bank alerted her to be on guard. Her eyes snapped open and collided with a bottomless sky-blue gaze. Ubbe towered before her bared tanned, hard, ripped and cut the hell up with godlike precision. For a full minute they remained struck in awe of the other. Unable to take her eyes off of him, she backed away. Once she bumped into the large rock holding her belongings, she squatted to retrieve her shower scrub and a scrap of linen from her basket.

When she reclaimed her spot in front of him, she commenced to bathing him. She started with his face, and then worked her way down to his solid shoulders. There, she kneaded the rigid muscles into pliable submission. After she relieved the tension in his neck she moved on to the firm hills of his chest. With ease, she glided the rag over the dipped crevices of his abdomen. She lifted her gaze to stare in his eyes as she attempted to wrap the linen scrap around all eight inches of him. Which was no easy task since the girth of him was almost the size of her ankle in width. Once secured in her grasp, she gave him a few firm tugs that earned her a long-drawn-out moan and a couple of grunts.

"Don't marry Bjorn," he demanded in a hoarse broken whisper.

She gave him another massage infused pull, "I wasn't planning to."

"Good," He leaned down and captured her upturned mouth with his.

The kiss he rocked the hell out of her mind with was nothing like she believed him to be. Under all that arctic chill simmered a passion so fierce and wild she'd nearly missed the splashing of the water in the distance. She severed her lips from Ubbe's in time to see Sigurd and Hvitserk's glorious but naked form trotting over to them.

"Shit," she hissed, and broke away from Ubbe.

Snatching her basket from the rock, she disappeared behind the curtain of frothy falling water. Quickly, she put on white bikini bottoms and a matching wrap top, items she managed to displace from home in 2018. Once dressed she stepped back through the waterfall.

Hvitserk greeted her with one of his signature wide smiles. "Our turn." When he glanced down at her bikini bottoms, a frown battled back his previous good cheer, "What are those? Is that some strange fabric barrier to preserve chastity in this Mystic land of yours?"

"Why is your muff bare?" Sigurd questioned, fucking all over the boundaries of her personal space. "Have you not completely reached womanhood yet?"

"First, I'm not done with Ubbe yet, so you'll wait your turn." She began, addressing them both with her chin raised and hands planted on her hips. "Second, these or bikini bottoms and they're made for swimming, not preserving chastity, Hvitserk. Third, Sigurd, I'll have you know I'm all woman and the reason there is no hair down below is because I prefer a clean canvas down there. And Fourth," She looked over the three of them, "where's Ivar?"

"Back on the shore. He can't swim," Sigurd said, his tone dismissive.

She stepped closer to Hvitserk and Sigurd, palming each of their cheeks. "Will you both please get him and place him here on the rocks. This platform is large, flat, and stable. It should be safe enough for him over here." When they nodded their assent, she stood on tip toes and kissed them each on the corners of their mouths.

Once alone, Ubbe wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. "I apologize for my brothers' interruption. Can I come visit you at your keep after second meal?"

"Isn't that normally when you meet Margrethe in the barn?" She asked, watching as they placed Ivar on some sort of wooden raft.

He yanked her backwards through the waterfall. When they were obscured from the view of his brothers, he allowed his hands-free reign over her body. One reached up to palm her breasts, while the other slipped into her bikini bottoms. He devoured the side of her neck with open mouth kisses. His thumb grazed over her clit in persistent brushes, provoking her overheated good-good to ooze her need all over his hand. Whimpering, she silently urged him on by further parting her legs. Instead of giving into her quiet demands he kneaded her breast and tweaked her nipple. The roughness of his touch had her grinding into the heel of his hand.

"I do not care to meet Margrethe in the barn this eve," he rasped next to her ear. "I'd rather greet the next rising in your bed. Now will you have me, Valkyrie?" He tried to press two fingers in her entrance, but her good girl being a tease refused admission. After a brief pause, he downgraded to one finger and she still refused to bloom. "Are you a-,"

"Where are you two?" Sigurd yelled from outside. "We need help getting Ivar off the raft and on the boulder."

"Do you think they're-," Hvitserk began.

"No," Ivar cut him off, "Bonnie's, girdles are not nigh as light as Margrethe's."

She broke free of Ubbe's hold and straightened her bottoms. After stepping back through the waterfall, she jumped from the rock into the water and swam over to the raft. Ivar searched her face, and then looked over her shoulder at Ubbe who'd just reappeared back through the froth of water. A smirk settled on his all too willing lips.

"As I said before," Ivar said to no one in particular, "Some girdles are light and others..." his dancing gaze moved to regard her, "not so much. Greetings, my love. My brothers tell me you requested my presence over on that boulder."

Her heartbeat tapped out a peculiar rhythm upon hearing Ivar refer to her as his love. "Yep, I wanna bathe you and wash your hair. Do you have any objections to me doing so?"

His brows leaped to his hairline as he shook his head, "N-no."

For the next couple of hours, Bonnie bathed, shampooed, and groomed the Lothbroks. They each seemed to bask in the attention. Especially, when she braided Ubbe, Hvitserk, and Sigurd hair in actual designs instead of the sloppy twists they usually wore. Since Ivar's hair wasn't yet long enough for braids, she trimmed it into a precision cut. By the time they made it back to Kattegat the second meal had already begun. She was late for dinner with Bjorn and Torvi. If she didn't hurry she'd miss it altogether.

"I'll see you guys later," her gaze darted to Ubbe first before moving over all of them, "I had fun, thanks for helping me to take my mind off things."

She turned to walk towards Bjorn's and Ivar grabbed her wrist. "What things?"

She squatted and kissed him on the lips. "It doesn't matter." With that, she stood and hurried away.

****

The next rising after first meal, Bjorn greeted his mother in the great hall. People who remembered her from long before as Ragnar's first wife waited in Kattegat's long house to welcome her. Although he was happy to see his mother, only half his heart cared she visited at all. Bonnie's refusal still pained him. Why would she choose another over him? Surely, he couldn't be the only one between them who harbored such affections.

"I said, how have you fared here since your return, my son?" Lagertha's voice, delivered him from the torture which was his thoughts.

"Distracted it would appear," Astrid, his mother's...Astrid said.

Bjorn waved off their observations. "I've fared well enough. Although, Floki has informed me that the fleet he's building for the Mediterranean won't be available until next spring."

"Oh," Lagertha reached up to rub his back, "I'm sorry, Bjorn."

He shrugged. "Just as well, Torvi's carrying again."

"Bjorn, this is wonderful news," Lagertha hugged him, her smile nearly splitting her face in two. "The gods have truly favored you and Torvi."

This time he felt his own smile creep into his eyes. "They do, in truth Bonnie has assured me this babe will be a girl."

"Bonnie?" Confusion snatched Lagertha's head to the far left.

"The dark woman he brought back from his last raid," Astrid enlightened, "The one he placed under his protection."

"Ah," Lagertha's pale brows shot up as she gave a slow nod. "I remember. How is she? Is she still a part of your household?"

"No, she now resides in Rollo's former keep," Bjorn answered, while tracking Ubbe's march into the hall.

"That's better for all," his mother exhaled, seeming somewhat relieved.

"No!" Bjorn snapped, dragging his attention from Ubbe. "I do not think it's better for all. I suffer-w-we suffer very much from her absence. The sooner she agrees to become my wife, then and only then will we all be the better for it."

"Your wife?!" Lagertha low hiss shrieked. "Did you leave your wits in the wetlands of Frankia? Bjorn, you know nothing of this woman!"

"You're wrong," he placed a palm at the center of his chest, "I know exactly who she is, and I know exactly where she belongs."

"And what of Torvi? Is she content with this usurper stealing her way into your lives and making a home of your marriage?" Lagertha questioned.

Bjorn folded his arms, weary of the entire discussion. He wasn't Ragnar, Torvi wasn't Lagertha, and Bonnie wasn't, Hel take her, Aslaug. "Torvi embraces the idea of Bonnie joining us in matrimony."

His mother's eyes flared. She scoffed in disbelief. "You've been bewitched. This woman has bewitched you, just as Ragnar was so many years before you. What is it about Lothbrok men that breeds witches?"

"Mother, it may be best if you rest," Bjorn said, leveling her with a glare that would make steel fold, but more than likely meant less than horse shit to Lagertha. "The journey from Hedeby to Kattegat can be exhausting." With that said, Bjorn turned and left the great hall.

Once Bjorn disappeared from sight Lagertha looked to Astrid. "Take care of her."

Astrid nodded her understanding.

****

Unable to stay inside any longer, Bonnie decided to take a walk along the shore of the fjord. Though they were on the brink of winter, the beauty of Kattegat was heart snatching.

In her own time when she traveled, she never even considered visiting Norway. Now that she found herself stranded there surrounded by its people and exquisiteness, she couldn't understand why this place never made the bucket list.

As she continued along the bank a cloaked figure sitting on a large rock staring out at the sea caught her attention. Loneliness wafted off of him in dejected waves. When she'd binged the series with Caroline Ivar was never one of her favorite characters. He reminded her too much of Klaus. Always hurting and terrifying others to distract from the obvious detail that he too was also hurt and terrified. Back then she had zero compassion to give to bullies who thought to offer reason behind their madness. At least not until Damon became her best friend and she fell face first in love with Klaus. Now after seasons of judgement from her something within urged her to offer Ivar the consideration she never did when she watched the show.

Wrapping her cloak tighter around herself she made her way over to him. Once at his side, she joined him in staring out at the clear waters of the fjord. For a while, neither of them said anything. They just existed together in a shared moment of peace.

A several more comfortable minutes of silence, Ivar spoke without turning to look at her. "I'll wager you're pondering what a cripple could possibly be considering as he gazes at waters he can never be minded to tread."

"You're considering how far you'll go," Her words brought his disbelieving blazing stare to hers, "But you don't have to worry because you'll go far, Ivar. You'll go further than you can ever think to dream or imagine." She reached inside his cloak and interlaced her fingers with his. Laying her head on his shoulder, she turned back to the fjord.

He rested his head on top of hers, "Why'd you kiss me, hmm?"

"Because I wanted to and I knew you wanted me to," she answered reveling and drowning in him all at the same time. "You bother me, Ivar. The last time a man bothered me I fell in love with him."

"You mustn't do something as foolish as to offer me your heart, my love," He cradled her hand in both of his. "I may do something as equally foolish and accept it."

She lifted her head from his shoulder to study his face. What she saw there was the strike of lightening she'd waited twenty-seven years to see. How did one come back from Nirvana and settle for the lack-lusterless of reality? The mundane of good enough. Was he the reason? Far away yipping of a dog snatched her from the brink.

"I have to go," she whispered.

He studied her for a moment before nodding. "Alright."

She pressed her mouth to his and took a minute to savor his lips. He moaned into the kiss, reluctantly she pulled away. After she gave herself a second for her world to start spinning again, she slid from the rock and darted off toward the woods. Inside the forest, Ansel barked for her to follow him. So that's what she set out to do. After a half hour of nonstop running she could no longer see Ansel. Bonnie called out to him, but only silence answered her in return. She glanced about the overhang she stood on. Everything and nothing looked familiar. Hell, she didn't know north from south. She'd do better waiting for Ansel to return for her. She walked to the edge. A view of the fjord feeding water into her cove greeted her.

A grin teased her lips. Thoughts of her bathing the boys shamed her better judgement. She would have never pulled that shit back in Mystic Falls as a senior in high school. Hell not even as a senior citizen. With thoughts of the day before still trailing across her mind she backed away from the edge. Bjorn's sacred arm ring slipped from her wrist. When she was unable to locate it among the leaves she dropped to her knees and started sifting through the brush on the ground. As soon as her hand connected with hard metal she exhaled. She didn't know what she would tell Bjorn if she'd ever loss the symbol of their vow. Quickly, she slipped the sacred arm ring back on her wrist.

When she moved to rise something hard bashed her in the head. Fingers tangled themselves in her hair as blunted nails clawed at her scalp. With unnecessary force her head was jerked backwards. A cold jagged edge of steel bit into her neck and slid from ear to ear. The sound of howling dampened her hearing as her attacker drug her by her hair to the edge of the precipice. A well-aimed kick to the center of her back sent her tumbling over the edge. Her heart stopped long before the near freezing waters of the cove embraced her.

#bonnie bennett #ivar the boneless #bjorn ironside #hvitserk #the vampire diaries #vikings #tvd fanfiction #time travel #crossover #ubbe ragnarsson

[writerbuddha]

The Death of Padmé Amidala: “She lost the will to live.” Did she?

Fans trying to dissolve the conflict between the facts provided by Revenge of the Sith and there are three popular explanations about Padmé Amidala’s death. The first one states the contradictions and confusion arose because George Lucas couldn’t write a proper story, and Padmé was weak and gave up on her life. However, fans like myself cannot – and shouldn’t – accept this as an explanation given the fact Lucas created three globally celebrated movies known as the Original Trilogy, and there are several elements of the movie what prove the “Padmé gave up” theory wrong. The second says Padmé was murdered by Palpatine, who used his Force-powers to drain life out of her and save Anakin from dying. The third one seeks medical explanation, mainly focusing on cardiology. The theory about Palpatine’s involvement is not supported by any material labeled as Canon, and the medical explanation involves too much speculation. I propose a different explanation for the cause of Padmé Amidala’s death!

What we know?  

We have three major lines in Revenge of the Sith serving as the bases for the first two theories, the Padmé Gave Up and the Palpatine Killed Her. Padmé said “you are breaking my heart”, and the medical droid said, “she lost the will to live.” However, Padmé is not the state of emotional numbness and has no wish to die. She said herself “There is good in him [Anakin]. I know, I know there is still.” She also expresses you as she glances at her children, and she clearly has hope. On Mustafar, when she realized Anakin truly become a monster, she did not fall apart, she tried to bring him back from the darkness. She said, “You are a good person, don't do this” and “Stop! Stop now, come back! I love you!”. She didn’t give up. The medical droid said, “she lost the will to live”, but if we watch the scene again, the droid’s words are: “Medically, she is completely healthy. For reasons we cannot explain, we are losing her (…) we don’t know why. She lost the will to live.” This is not a diagnosis, nor an explanation, the droid is guessing. Medically, Padmé is completely healthy, yet she is dying, and the droids can’t explain what’s happening, they don’t know why. The droid repeatedly says they don’t have any idea what’s happening, they are very clear about that. The droid said she lost the will to live, but if they understand the concepts of human emotions and psychology, then the answer why “medically she is completely” healthy and why there is no diagnosis, if there is an explanation? And Padmé herself proves this claim wrong by expressing faith in Anakin. The droid only recognized something essential, what roots in basic drive for survival is no longer present in Padmé.

And finally, Palpatine says, Padmé was killed by Darth Vader: “In your anger you killed her”. But Vader proves this wrong: Padmé was alive, he couldn’t kill her on Mustafar.

As you see above, we have a web of information and claims what are contradicting each other. But these are all in the script, so they must have some meaning! For some, the answer is simple: George Lucas can’t tell a story. After he made three globally beloved movie? I hardly think so. So, here my analysis on Padmé’s death.

„We don’t know why. She lost the will to love.”

The will to live is the sense for self-preservation, a psychological force generated by the basic will to be alive, something what manifests itself clearly when one fights for survival, and something fundamental in all living beings. The medical droid stated this force is no longer present in her. This was the explanation for her physical state, yet it was clear it wasn’t supported by her psychological state. The force what is generated by the fundamental willingness to be alive was no longer efficient, it was missing. But how could this happen if she had hope, joy and she believed Anakin is not beyond saving, even when Obi-Wan thought he lost forever? For the answer, we need to take a deeper look on the Force and on Darth Vader himself.

Who is Darth Vader?

Many believes Darth Vader is more like a persona rather than being identical to Anakin Skywalker, since Anakin Skywalker ceased to exist. However, this is something one should not take literally. Darth Vader is what left from Anakin Skywalker: the anger, the pain and the hatred. As there is no darkness, only the absence of light, Darth Vader was nothing but a charred, empty vessel of anger. There is a saying - anger is like holding ember and excepting others would burn. This is exactly what happened to Anakin Skywalker. When Anakin burned on Mustafar, his torment represented his soul what was swallowed by this anger. This anger was the hell what consumed and incinerated Anakin Skywalker, forging Darth Vader. In Return of the Jedi, Luke was able to wake him up again, and light washed away Darth Vader. Anakin Skywalker has returned.

The Force and Love

The Force is the binding unity in the Galaxy, the energy what generates life itself through Midi-chlorians, interconnecting and penetrating every single life form in it. In a way, as it was explained in the Clone Wars Series and in Phantom Menace, life itself is the Living Force, since “all is one and one is all”. Love is naturally the aspect of this connection: Luke and Leia were able to communicate through the Force due their love, Luke knew Vader is his father because he knew it in his heart, just like Leia knew Luke is her brother. Yoda also experienced pain during the execution of Order 66, feeling light fading in the Force, just like Obi-Wan felt pain when the Death Star destroyed Alderaan. This has nothing to do with wielding the Force, this is the Force itself. And Anakin and Padmé shared a strong and deep connection in it and by it.

This was clearly visible when they were feeling each other and reaching out for each other in the scene "Padmé's Ruminations". It wasn’t a calling from Anakin, or a calling from Padmé: it was mutual, and it happened at the same time. They were one heart and one soul, like lovers are, they are one in the Force, so Padmé felt Anakin’s pain and struggle. This connection was also there when Anakin become Darth Vader. This connection killed Padmé.

“In your anger you killed her”

When Padmé arrives to Mustafar, she is shocked by the realization: Anakin does really change, and Obi-Wan was right. She says her heart is breaking, but she doesn't give up: she is trying to turn Anakin back, confirming she still loves Anakin, and believing he is a good person. She tries to convince him even when Anakin chokes her in his anger.

While Padmé recovers from Anakin’s force-choke, her state worsens seemingly beyond reason: she is weak, and she is already dying when Obi-Wan carries her in his arms to the medical facility on Polis Massa. She asks if Anakin is all right, worrying for her love. The parallels between Padmé dying and Anakin fades away into the darkness of Darth Vader heavily indicates there is a connection between them. The more Anakin becomes Vader, the more Padmé’s life vapors.

It’s not Padmé who lost the will to live. It’s Anakin. But since their love manifests itself by feeling each other’s pain - they are one heart and one soul, like lovers are – this effects Padmé, too. She still has the will to love, but the severe torment of Anakin’s perishing wounds her mortally. Anakin’s soul, his very self is burned into ashes by the flames of hatred and anger, and this anguish, the death of Anakin takes Padmé’s life too, because they are united by love. Anakin is in flames, and he is burning into ashes on the stake built by his anger: and Padmé still embraces him, burning her to death. Just like Palpatine (who could only use the Force to get information about her state) said: “In your anger you killed her.” 

Padmé would have survive the physical death of Anakin Skywalker, but Anakin’s fate was worse than death: his very soul was tortured into ash by his anger and hatred, incinerating his original self, and what remained was ash, filled with hatred and anger, darkness, and it was named Darth Vader. His demise affected Padmé, too.

As Anakin more and more becomes Darth Vader, the more of his self is lost, the more Padmé's state worsens. When Darth Vader takes his first breath, Padmé takes her last one. Anakin has gone, he died, and Darth Vader has born. Padmé says: "there is still good in him. I know there is still". And then she dies - she falls in the moment as Darth Vader rises. She is buried on Naboo, with her hands closed on the pedant what Anakin gave to her as a love-token: indicating she died alongside with Anakin Skywalker, and the boy she knew on Tatooine and the young man she fallen love with is buried with her. They are both dead - and this is also a painful reminder to what Anakin said when they debated their relationship: "it would destroy us."

This is supported by the imagery of the scenes. Anakin arrives on floating cot, which is resembling to a casket, since this is his cemetery, not the place where he will be saved, foreshadowing the scene in which Padmé is seen in a floating casket.

In the Prequel Trilogy the love story offers a philosophical take on the miraculous and tragic power of love, and representing how feeding our own darkness and being absorbed by it how much can hurt those we love the most.

As far as I know, this explanation is actually consistent with the philosophy of Star Wars, supported by Canon material and the script, imagery and the character arcs. Of curse, like every analysis is heavily depending in our personal understanding on the movies - only George Lucas knows if I am right or I am wrong.

#padmé amidala #padme deserved better #anakin x padme #star wars padme #how padme died #star wars prequels #star wars

[tired-imagination]

“Please don’t kill the baby” - Compress x Reader

Because let’s be real, if anyone were to have a family outside of the League/PLF, it would be my good sir Atsuhiro Sako. 

Some things to note- Spoilers for the manga, but I will try to keep it minimum. You are Compress’s wife, with a family of 4, and you are being taken to meet the League. Also to avoid spoilers, it will just be the league, and I will refrain from mentioning the MLA as much as possible. Oh and also, Kurogiri is here. Because Kurogiri, that’s why. 

Also exploring what happens when the League meets babies. 

Enjoy!!

“Atsu are you sure about this? Your coworkers can seem a bit... not so child friendly.” You held your 1 year old daughter, Suki, tight against your chest. Your other 3 children trailed behind you, with your 12 year old son glaring around at his surroundings. Hiro always seemed to hate everything, but perhaps it was just him becoming moody. 

“Y/N, everything will be fine. You’re here with me, they shouldn’t hurt you.” Atsuhiro kissed your forehead, pinching Suki’s cheeks before knocking on the door in a certain fashion. Your 4 year old daughter, Shizuka, held on tightly to your leg and tugged on your shirt. 

“Mommy it’s scary here,” the young girl said, watching the large door open to reveal a lizard man. 

“Compress, you brought recruits?” The lizard man looked at you and your children, causing you to hold on to your baby tighter. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know weather b-”

“My wife, Y/N. My sons, Hiro and Minori. My daughters, Shizuka and Suki.” Atsuhiro introduced the children, patting each of their heads. 

Atsuhiro walked inside of the complex, with you and your children trailing close behind as he introduced everyone. You glanced around, the faces of people you have only seen on the news staring back at you. The man with the blue hair, who you assumed to be Tomura Shigaraki. The man of purple and black mist, with golden eyes. Kurogiri. The man with the patchwork face, with skin that looked like your overcooked Christmas dinner. Dabi. The young lady with an obsession for knives and blood. Toga. The lizard man. Spinner. The man who spoke with multiple voices. Twice. 

“Atsu, maybe it would just be safer for us if we stayed back home. I know you’re worried, but we would be okay if we didn’t-” You tugged on Atsuhiro’s good arm, your concerned face rivaling his amused one. 

“BABIES!!” Ms. Toga screamed, running over to us and looking at Suki. A wide smile graced her innocent face, fangs showing. “Please let me drink her cute blood! I bet it would taste almost as good as De-” She was cut off by Mr. Dabi, who was making his way over to you. 

Mr. Dabi put his hand on your face, lifting your chin so you were looking at him. You felt your legs start to shake, fear building up in the pit of your stomach. He could produce flames, ones that would incinerate you and your daughters in seconds. He cocked his head to the side, a smirk gracing his two-toned lips. 

“Didn’t know you had a thing for MILFs, Compress.” 

“On the contrary! I merely have a thing for my gorgeous wife.” Atsuhiro pulled you out of Dabi’s arms, leaning you over until one of your legs raised into the air as you clutched onto his vest for dear life. He removed his mask, his lips coming onto yours in a warm, familiar kiss. 

You were surrounded by people who could kill you in a second, but with your eyes closed and your lips against his, the harsh world around you became nothing but a stage, an act of which you could never feel the cruelties of. 

Your kiss was interrupted by the sounds of Hiro gagging. “Get. A. Fu-”

“Hiro you’re 12 but you can’t say bad words yet, mommy said not until 15.” Minori tugged on his older brother’s arm, Toga swiping your baby out of yours. You watched as Kurogiri played around with Shizuka, Spinner talking to Hiro about a stain, and Twice talking in several voices with Minori. Your children looked right at home, but you remained uneasy. 

“You will be safe here, Y/N.” Atsuhiro pressed his face into your neck, your head leaning to the opposite side so he could have more space. 

“I just had to say that I was a single mother, Atsu. I wasn’t going to be killed.” You felt his metal arm tighten around your stomach, Atsuhiro holding you as if you would melt from his arms at the splash of a bucket. 

You watched as Suki left Toga’s arms, crawling across the complex to Shigaraki’s feet. She sat at his feet, her small hands grabbing his pants. His hand began to reach to your daughter, and you broke out of your husband’s arms and ran to wrap your body around your daughter, your jacket turning to dust around you. 

“I apologize greatly, Mr. Shigaraki. I should be a better mother and keep a better eye on my children.” You stood, bowing to the man in the chair. Suki reached for him still, a small whimper escaping her mouth as Kurogiri sauntered over. 

“Perhaps you should allow yourself to welcome the family of Mr. Compress. They do not mean to cause trouble, simply to be close to their father and husband,” Kurogiri said, his voice soothing against the gruff voice of Mr. Shigaraki. 

“Fine.” He raised his arms, a slight nod to Suki. You gently laid the girl on his chest, your hands shaking violently. You watched Shigaraki’s eyes widen in confusion as the young girl put her hands on his head, a small giggle of “foofy” as she fluffed his hair. After a few moments, she pressed her face to his mouth, Shigaraki’s expression softening as he looked at the small girl with a certain sadness. As you gently took your now-sleeping daughter back into your arms, Shigaraki grabbed onto your wrist while keeping his ring and pinky finger in the air. “Protect her.” He let you go, Kurogiri leading you and Atsuhiro to a few rooms to keep your children in as they slept. 

Once your children were in bed asleep, you made your way to Atsuhiro. He was leaning against a door, playing with the pearls in his fingers. You giggled when he turned one of the pearls into a bouquet of flowers, burying your nose in the sweet aroma. He opened the door to the room, letting you go inside while he followed. You heard the door shut behind you, a small sigh escaping your lips. 

“If you end up in Tartarus, I would have nobody left. They’re kids. I have none but you by my side.” 

“I will evade capture for you, my love.” He graced your neck and shoulders with gentle kisses, his non-metal hand resting on your stomach. “I would kill for you, torture for you, burn the world at my feet just for your smile.” 

“Live for me, Atsuhiro. Live, stay, be the father your children deserve.” You turned in his arms, your hands resting at his cheeks with your lips leaving fleeting touches on his. He pressed his lips the rest of the way to yours, lifting you and spinning you around in the air, finishing his elaborate dance with you laying on the bed, him holding himself above you. 

“I will protect you, my love. Now and always.” 

You closed your eyes as his head rested against your chest. With him in your arms, your bodies tangled together, all you felt was safe. 

As long as none of the others killed your children. 

#compress x reader #mr compress #my hero academia #league of villains #bnha fluff #fluff #bnha imagines

[luna-redamancy]

You said I should just send you an ask if I wanted you to write a fic so hhhh. Can I shamelessly ask for a fic where the reader’s (my) dumb ass lands in Bag End right before the quest and there are just... shenanigans. You know me my tumblr bAbe so please make it a reader x whichever one of the company you think would fit m e. Love youuuuuuu

Lovelyyyy I hope you enjoy this, I didn’t know how I wanted it to go for a longgg time so, here ya go lovebug.

Anxiety crawled up Bilbo's neck as his eyes drifted through the contract in his hands. "Incineration?" He breathed out, feeling his heart pound beneath his tunic. Tearing his eyes away from the parchment, he looked to the dwarves sitting at his dining table, questions on the tip of his tongue. Before he could even utter a word, a thud was heard on the roof.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to the ceiling, small specks of dirt flying down from the impact on the dirt above the home. "What was that?" Bilbo questioned, mostly to himself. 'One thing after another tonight, I hope my hydrangeas are alright...' Bilbo thought as he tied on his robe to walk outside in the evening air. Whatever it was, certainly wasn't the everyday rabbit or squirrel. 

The Company followed Bilbo, some worried there was a spy trying to gain information about their journey, while some were just curious about this unexpected event. As Bilbo raced up the side of the hill, he gasped, “Are you alright?!” Bilbo sunk to his knees beside you, eyes wide with concern. 

Your eyes widened, your back arching as you gasped, the wind being knocked from your lungs. One minute you were preparing a cup of tea before bed and now all you know is that you’re in pain, seemingly dumped in Bag-End. There was ringing in your ears, but you were able to make out the words of the Hobbit crouching next to you. “Yup… Peachy…” You grunted, raising an awkward thumbs up. 

“A lass?” Dwalin called out questioningly, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Yes, a woman,” Bilbo confirmed, helping you sit up. “Where did you even come from?” 

Laughing you shook your head, “I don’t think you’d believe me even if I told you,” you hummed as he helped you down the hill and inside his home. The Hobbit-hole smelled of cinnamon, oranges, and all the comforts of home. A smile formed on your face as your eyes trailed around the room. The halls were lined with bookshelves, the mess of boots and armor sat by the door, the kitchen had piles of clean dishes on nearly every counter. “Definitely real,” You mumbled to yourself, seeing much more than your imagination could provide or the film showcased. 

“What’s real?” Bofur questioned, his eyes sparkling as they landed on you. You were taller than a dwarf but definitely shorter than an elf, you were a human, he deducted. 

Smiling you shook your head, your eyes wandering the room again. “You said Bilbo wouldn’t believe you, even if you told him where you came from…” Gandalf hummed, motioning you to sit in Bilbo’s armchair, him sitting across from you. “That I did,” You nodded, giving a small thank you as Bilbo handed you a mug of tea. 

“Where are you from?” Gandalf prodded, “I can sense some sort of magic has brought you here…” 

“Where I’m from, this place is fiction, a book on a shelf.” You explained, looking around. 

“A story of this adventure?” Gandalf questioned, tilting his head while a mischievous twinkle formed in his eye. 

Nodding you sipped your tea, “Yes,” You didn’t want to give too much away so you gave simple answers. 

“Hmmm.,” Gandalf responded as he leaned back in his chair, lighting his pipe. “I believe it would be quite beneficial for you to join this adventure then, with the knowledge you hold…” 

“We agree,” Fili and Kili stated their arms looping around your shoulders. 

“You seem like the perfect person who would comply with a few….shenanigans?” Kili smiled at you as he talked, plans obviously swirling in his head.

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“Have you eaten enough lassie?” Bofur questioned that next evening, seeing as everyone was going for seconds. 

“Oh, I’m alright!” You smiled at him, making his cheeks go warm as he ducked his head, “If you’re sure…” He trailed off as he went to go get himself another bowl. 

“Got your eyes on a certain lassie, ey?” Dwalin questioned, a smirk on his face as Bofur got another bowl of soup from Bombur. “What’s it to you if I do?” Bofur’s tone was uncharacteristic of him, his usually light attitude gone and replaced with anger and possessiveness. 

The Company went silent in shock, not expecting such a harsh response. “We’re just teasing you, laddie,” Balin soothed, a smile on his face. “No need to worry.” 

Bofur nodded, his eyes sparkling as he watched Fili and Kili entertain you with stories of their pranks back in the Blue Mountains. 

“-And then the bear bit my arm!” Kili screeched, causing a fit-full of giggles to leave you. 

“So then, I go back home to amad, and get the worst sickness I’ve ever had in my life!” Kili continued disbelief in his voice, lifting his sleeve to show you the healed over scar from the “vicious” bear bite.

Fili noticed Bofur’s stare, a grin on his face as he nodded to Kili, tilting his head toward Bofur’s direction. 

“You know, your hair is very pretty,” Kili randomly stated, his hand moving to twirl a strand of it, a flirty smile taking over his face. 

“Very soft looking too, brother, don’t forget that,” Fili played with a strand as well, moving his head closer to yours. 

“What’re you two up to now?” You mumbled, realizing immediately that they were trying something.  

Kili only laughed, sending you a wink as Bofur all but stomped over to the three of you. 

“(Y/n),”  Bofur called your attention, the two brothers immediately pulling away from you, fist-bumping behind your back. 

“Yes?”

“May I speak with you? Err... In private?” Bofur’s tone was unusual, no longer light and playful. 

“Oh, of course,” You smiled, sitting up, turning to give the brothers a narrowed glare, making an ‘I’m watching you’ motion with your hands. 

As Bofur led you into the thicket, you began to try and think about what he wanted to tell you, before it clicked.

“Those bastards…” You mumbled. 

“What?”

“Nothing... What were you wanting to talk about?” You smiled, having a thought as to what he wanted to tell you. 

“I couldn’t bear seeing them so close to you like that…” Bofur began, sighing as he nervously wrung his hands. 

Before he even finished his confession, you placed your hands over his. “I like you as well, Bofur.” 

His face morphed from nervousness to shock, “You… You what?”

You pressed your lips to his cheek in a chaste kiss, “I said, I like you too.” You repeated, a smile on your face as you began to walk back to the camp.

Noticing he wasn’t following you, you turned. “You coming?” You questioned, holding back a laugh at his open-mouthed, shocked state. 

“Aye…” He mumbled, developing heart eyes as he forced his legs to follow you. 

#bofur x reader #request #bofur #x reader #reader-insert #fluff #cute #oneshot #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit #reader insert #female reader insert