#were those memories ever his own or... 💥

[cityrun]

its making me ill

#sth #sa2 #sa2 iso #sonic #shadow #footage and translations by Windii #context: this is about the isolated sa2 narrative (so ignoring anything that was established or changed after 2001) #its literally keeping me up at night. was shadow ever on the ark before. was he really made on earth by gerald to enact his revenge #were those memories ever his own or... 💥 #sonic is the ultimate lifeform but in what way exactly? WHO is sonic?? we'll never fucking know #and him saying adios in the exact same way maria did messes with me so much. is it just a parallel or was it meant to imply more #help! LOL #tapes #text

[definitelynotshouting]

Idk if this is Hunger AU canon or my own personal fanon but

one of the "calling cards" that the Watchers used in Evo was bedrock

bedrock is unbreakable by a player

perfect for trapping the player you're using as a Watcher incubator

and the texture looks rough af

when you get desperate you often try to do stuff to escape even if it's impossible, right

so what I'm saying is

probably one of the last things player!Grian did was tearing his hands to shreds trying to break bedrock out of sheer desperation

which makes all the passages in your fic where he's staring at his hands even more *gestures vaguely*

(idk why I typed this out in this format but it felt right so I'm going with it)

MAN OKAY THIS IS SUPER COOL i especially adore how youve connected it with the way i keep having Grian stare at his own hands???? which ftr is smth ive only just now realized i do all the time AKDBWKDJKSSJ this is JUST like the scarian jaw kisses thing HELPPPP 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 but thats such a cool thought!!! And utterly angsty i love it >:]

Its also made me realize i dont think ive ever actually told yall what did happen during that interim where Grian was captive as a Player before he died and became a Watcher, so buckle in i guess as i try to explain this one to yall (obligatory cws for captivity, parasitism, violated autonomy, body horror, and major character death discussion)

Yknow the world borders the life series has?? It was like that, but tiny. Maybe a couple chunks' worth of space to move around in. He spawned into a savannah biome and the Watchers specifically in charge of keeping an eye on him (pun intended) penned him in with the borders, implanted the specially-coded larva, and then retreated back just outside the server's barrier code to, well. To Watch.

So post Evo dragon fight the Watchers convinced Grian to join them without telling him what that entailed. They then proceeded to whisk him away to the server cluster's dev crystal, which is where the remnants of this Watcher colony made their semi-permanent home. There, held together basically only by the Watchers' ability to manipulate code, they had Grian make a brand new server.... and immediately trapped him in it.

He spent a year there slowly dying, eaten from the inside out by a parasite that was collecting his memories, copying over his stats and personality, with very limited space and resources to get by with. I know he built a tiny house out of acacia, but it never got any bigger than a starter base. He lived off of mostly bread and the meat from a few animals that spawned in with him; he primarily used stone tools, because those were what was most readily available. It was a very terrifying and lonely year, where all access to the outside world was cut off, and he was meticulously watched over to keep from dying while the larva inside him continued to grow and destroy him.

The Watchers were mostly hands-off in terms of interaction, but they did do regular check-ins to ensure the larva was alive and that there was no danger present to its host. Hostile mobs were carefully warded off, and Grian spent most of his time alternating between begging them to let him go (they never responded), trying to figure out ways to escape (it never worked), and tending to baseless chores just to keep from going out of his mind as his body grew weaker and weaker and more unstable around him.

I have a lot of feelings about this tbh, bc its just such a bleak scenario to think about-- trapped in a tiny cage with something killing you from the inside out, and your captors wont even talk to you about it properly. Being left otherwise to your own devices, with the terrible, lingering knowledge that, even if it was under duress, you still agreed to this. The fact that, after a certain point, after your questions and pleas are summarily ignored and brushed aside, you finally realize: you aren't meant to survive this. You are going to die.

A juvenile Watcher's first meal are the emotions during their host's last few moments. Grian was no exception; he cracked his way out of his own ribcage, and, without meaning to, amplified and feasted on Player!Grian's agony and terror as he died. With their memory codes finally disconnected, Grian had to watch himself through the eyes of a stranger as his terrified consciousness dissolved and his body fell apart into nothing more than loose strings of code.

Only then, still weak and flailing and helpless, was he was brought into the colony proper, in order to teach him how to be a Watcher. It wouldnt be for another few years before Grian gained the strength, control, and insight required to make his desperate escape. In total, i wanna say he spent somewhere between.... 4-6 years??? with the colony against his will. It would take another 4 for him to finally scrape together the courage to contact Mumbo and finally ask him for an invite into the Hermitcraft proper

One of these days i do plan to write that reunion, actually, which i'll add to the series as another prequel just like all the words that i forgot to say, which takes place roughly 6-8 months after Grian finally joins Hermitcraft. And if yall want to read an absolutely fantastic fic that deals with the moment Watcher!Grian was born and Player!Grian died, you should absolutely check out my friend @raichett 's fic Divergency, which ive pretty much canonized bc it REALLY hits the nail on the head for that situation.

Okay this got a lot longer than i meant it to sidhskdjej also those timeframes are a little squiggly bc i havent fully settled on where they fall on the general timeline. I wanna say Grian had been a Watcher for abt a decade by the time Mumbo got him onto Hermitcraft, though, so thats the loose timeline im working off of when i talk abt this :] anyway thanks for giving me an excuse to write this all out!!! while your idea about the bedrock isnt necessarily canon, i absolutely ADORE it and can totally see Grian just tearing up his hands while scrabbling against the world border.... utterly heartbreaking we fucking LOVE to see it. Thanks for sending in your ask!!! I always love seeing what you have to say about hunger au!!! :DDD

#shouting speaks #asks #hunger au #grian #watcher grian #evo watchers #UHM. LORE AHOY???? ITS A DARK ONE THO GUYS IM NGL #txt

[sasorikigai]

“Can’t even get out of my grasp? Or is it because you secretly don’t want to?” (modern!)

IN LOVE AND WAR, EVERYTHING GOES || @kuroyrii || accepting

💥 || Perhaps their love is more like a chemical reaction, rearranging his brain, his guts, the blood in his veins. As they touch, their cold skin exposed in the elements, it burns to the touch. Being the killers they are, with capabilities to plunge the glinting silver blade where it hurts the most, where they can get the most blood as the poor unfortunate victim would look at them like a domesticated animal with their severed arteries. They know how to tear apart anyone's skin, see their spine exposed, as they poke and prod every little ridge to cause excruciating, unspeakable pain. They take joy in being an observer; treasuring the ability to take the complexities of the world and make it palpable to their unwilling participants. A simple recoil of the firearm would not bring satisfaction on one of those days, as Hanzo Hasashi yearns to become the paradoxical tenderness amidst the devouring viciousness, digging his mighty claws into their flesh, as if he was ravenously devastate what is his to begin with. Their flesh will shrivel, bones hollow, and lives dwindle to nothing. Even when the teeth of their world remain sharp, they become more resilient and sharper along with it.

And even when restlessness taps away at his exhausted bones, sending cold shivers down his spine and into his toes, how his heartbeat twirls and dances under the gentle spring, and yet - how it could feel like a slap in the face, as he would resent every melodious bird song that needled its way through his duvet tomb. How every resplendent blossom that he used to marble at his zenith would merely seem as if they were flaunting their fleeting life. How he wished to press them down into the newly-thawed earth with the toe of his boot, until the petals were torn and muddied by the dirty feeling of false justice settling like a blanket around his bones. But in the end, all of it would have been completely uninterrupted by the devastation in his life. When at first he found it to be mocking, he would find comfort in its steady force.

His memories are mere fragile dreams woven from near-inaudible whispers, and Hanzo no longer becomes torn apart by either the harsh light of reality or the ungraspable perfection of idealized dreams. In all, Sayuri Kobayashi has an inner beauty about a woman who believes in herself, who knows she is capable of anything that she puts her mind to. Equipped with such manifestation of a beauty in the strength and determination of a woman who follows her own path, who isn't thrown off by obstacles along the way. Her confidence comes from experiences; just as Harumi Hasashi had been a woman who can fall, pick herself up, and more on. "I believe I have already revealed my heart's content, haven't I?" For once, he doesn't have this gut-wrenching pain in his chest when he thinks of his bereaved wife. His head isn't racing with thoughts of her going a million miles a minute.

How metaphorical fire dances across Hanzo's solemn face as he feels his heart and soul burn. How he once thought he'd never get this far, but even as he felt as if he was going to be burned all to ash, he'd start all over again. Whether it had been a newfound love, or absolute unyielding devotion and trust towards his beloved. "You may be the sun that's governing and contributing to life, the air that I breath, bringing vitality and life forces, the water at my feet bringing my lost ship to shore, and the earth; strong and confident, a formidable mountain I could climb forevermore. And I hope to become the fire; sacred light inside you, a flame that will never die." How he yearns to show all of him; unhindered and unbidden, all of his light and dark, flaws and imperfections, grit and resilience through agony and despair that he won't ever hide. 💥 ||

#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion) #✗ ugly syllables of conjured vindictive crimson (modern au) #(I don't think it can ever be a secret) #kuroyrii

[cheesecakemuses-archive]

🌹 ― a romantic memory.

💥 ― a memory you wish you’d forget.

🗝 ― a memory you never want to forget.

🌈 ― a memory you’re not sure actually happened.

🙊 ― a memory you don’t ever talk about.

(for Agent Stone, please!)

//Ouuuu!! Alrightyy!! 👀📸📸 Love writing fanfic and drabbles, dis gonna be fun! Also Long post just saying

🐝  *  ―  𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊  𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍  𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘  𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄.   (  send in a  symbol to receive a drabble or meta about a muse's memory.  )

🌹 ― a romantic memory.

Stone had been working overtime, on Valentine's day no surprise, he didn't have much to do today anyway, so this was simply more of what he could give his doctor today. A small yawn before he got up to go make the doctor his late evening drink, for today he decided on a Red Velvet Latte (and topped it off with a heart with a mustache) he smiled before he went over to Robotnik's office, peeking in to see the doctor swiping away at the screen "Good evening, doctor. Your latte" Stone walked over, placing it down on the table beside him. Robotnik looked over with a raised eyebrow, nodding "Thank you agent" he said before waving him off.

Stone gave a quick nod and smile before returning to his small office, simply checking some emails before he had to pack up. Before he heard a faint "buzzing" and "whirring" coming into his office, he looked up from the screen to see a little badnik fly into the room, holding a little card and... a rose? The badnik flew closer, to his side holding the little offerings. Stone blinked, looking at the card and rose it held and back up into the lens of the little robot. Before smiling and taking them with a small "thank you" placing the rose on his desk before opening the card as the badnik flew away, Stone's smile grew as he looked at the card, it had a simple design, some flowers on the corners, but in the middle read "thank you, agent" in his doctor's handwriting along with a gift card for his favourite restaurant.

💥 ― a memory you wish you’d forget.

Gloves? He was... unsure about them. He didn't hate them. He liked his doctor's gloves! Those were nice. On Robotnik anyway. He doesn't know why anymore. That was so long ago. But rubber gloves were something different. He didn't like them, almost... repulsed by them. He would never wear them, always walk past them, never bother looking at them on the shelves.

It was a reminder. "A reminder that my mother was disgusted by me and never wanted to hold me, would always put these on because she couldn't bear the thought of holding me before they simply put me in that alley and drove away"

A reminder. A silly one at that.

A reminder he wanted to forget. But he couldn't. Of course, it was nothing compared to what others, such as Robotnik, had been through, so why even worry about one little thing. It's nothing. It's pathetic. Obviously, as everyone had told him, it was nothing. He stopped talking about it whenever someone brought it up if he accidentally visibly looked off when someone tried getting him to wear them. Change the topic. Look professional. Just smile, Stone. Put on that perfect assistant attitude. Be what everyone wants you to be.

Just go through your day, like every day. Ignore it, put him first. You know your worth to him, that's all that matters...

🗝 ― a memory you never want to forget.

Seeing his doctor happy was always the highlight of his day. It always was, but when he was in a mood, he knew to keep out of the way, unless he was needed. Or if he could tell the doctor needed him. Right now, the doctor's mood was kind of a mix between him needing Stone and him wanting to keep to himself. Stone could manage. So he brought him his latte, taking a deep breath before he stepped into the room. His doctor faced the floating screens as he typed away, in his own little world, slightly tilting his head as he heard the agent approach before resuming his activities. "Your latte, doctor" A shrug and a nod. Stone simply stood there holding it out as he looked at the doctor's features, eye bags and his hair was more messy than usual... he cleared his throat "would you- like a comb?" he asked with his usual smile as he pulled out a small black plastic comb from his pocket with his free hand, offering it to Robotnik. A pause, before the doctor stopped what he was doing with a sigh, swerving in his seat and looked up at his agent with an annoyed expression. The scientist snatched the comb, quickly brushed down his hair and then looked at the cup Stone still held out, he quietly mumbled something before placing his hand on Stone's "thank you, agent" he mumbled. Stone's eyes lit up when he heard those words come out of his doctor's mouth, a small smile and nod They stayed like that for a few seconds, before he took the cup out of his hand and dismissed his agent.

Of course, doctor. I'll always be here.

No matter what.

🌈 ― a memory you’re not sure actually happened.

Stone had just walked in on one of Robotnik's dancing sessions, as always. His doctor was just lost in his own little world and Stone was happy to see it. He stood off to the side, nodding his head along to the music, he wouldn't tell him what he came here to say- Not yet- Or maybe he already knew, it didn't matter. Stone was just enjoying the moment and before he knew it Robotnik had grabbed his wrist and dragged him over, setting a quick but simple pace his eyes closed as he held his assistant close.

Stone was at a loss of words, as he felt like he was in a dream. Dancing with his doctor! A smile made its way onto his lips as he got lost in the moment, enjoying the music as he followed Robotnik's pattern but just as the song was ending he felt a hand lower on his back and then he slowly dipped him. Robotnik's eyes looked as blank as ever as Stone looked back up at him, the agent was unsure of what to do next, but he just stayed silent, looking back up at his doctor as he held onto his shoulder. The lights in his lab hopefully hiding his heating-up face.

This truly was a dream.

🙊 ― a memory you don’t ever talk about.

The gloves, the gloves his doctor had left him before his disappearance were something Stone would always cherish, much like the other things Stone managed to bring back to the base at the Café- But the gloves were something... Different. He knew his Robotnik wouldn't mind if he used them in his absence, after all, he needed to get things set up for his return. If he even did... But would Stone cherish them with every inch of his soul, he would put them away accordingly in a safe and secure place once he was done in the secret lab and not put them down once he'd get to work. One thing he really enjoyed about his job was designing some new outfits for his doctor, especially with these newer gloves his doctor had left (supposedly on purpose?). Everything came together so perfectly. He stood in front of the screen eyes absorbed by the beauty in front of him, swiping, swiping, swiping. He hadn't taken his eyes off of it for a minute to proud of his work, he hoped his own Robotnik would feel the same once he came back. Stone slightly tilted his head, before a thought came to mind, of all the things he could put the doctor in, what was one he was most curious about seeing him in?... Oh no-

Stone's face turned a slight shade of red before he gave a curious look at the screen. What would his doctor look like in... that? If he indulged in his... Fantasies?- So, Stone got to work, swiping, choosing some beautiful dark grey fabrics, maybe a little white choker and white apron-

Ohfuckohfuckohfuck- Stone immediately swiped his hands to turn off the program, looking away. With wide-open eyes as he slowly started to take off the gloves.

Taking a mental note to never bring that up to himself, ever again.

#jimbotnik #Agent's doctor // Eggman/Robotnik tag #Sonic Muses #stone cold barista // agent stone #agent stone #agent stone rp #sonic rp #robotnik #doctor robotnik #tw #stone has a love hate for gloves #long post #MAID DRESS REF #LETS GOOOOOOOOOO #updated 22 05 20

[leagueofdccm-togo]

‘  heaven is a place on earth with you.  ’ // negan

some meme || @depictedblue

💥⋆｡˚⁀➷FLASHBACKS OF LUCILLE COMING DOWN ON GLENN'S HEAD , HIS BAT ALREADY DRENCHED IN... What was his name again ? Oh yeah Abraham's BLOOD. BRAINS SCATTERED , UNRECOGNIZABLE TO THE MAX. MORE BODIES ARE PILING. ONE AFTER ANOTHER. VICTIM ONE, VICTIM TWO, VICTIM THREE AND FOUR.... Who knows how many really ? Some of them are just fogged up memories he pays no mind to, some were members of the Saviors who just didn't live up to his potential. Some were for the fun of it, hell he admits that. And the rest... well shit happens don't it ? In the world they live it's a living hell... unless you're the leader and taking over everything then yeah... sure. It is somewhat heavenly. Though it's a fucking cruel, fucking jacked up world.... Ain't nothing nice about this world, not the dead, the horror of it all.

GOD must be punishing them, now.... Negan ain't much of a GOD believer.... but if he was he'd say that yeah, fuck yeah God was punishing them. Why let the world come down to this horror show? Using his own creations to kill his creations seems fucking sick, but yet.... poetic as fuck. They took the world for granted and didn't enjoy it, didn't take care of it like they should... didn't give enough fucks to take in your family, your life, the air they breathed... their fucking world. So what did GOD do ? He said... fuck it ! And everything went to shit. He lost so much..... the one thing that mattered to him and he had lost her. It leaves in ache in his chest, one that feels forever empty. And he tried... GOD.... he fucking tried to fill up the agony.

All these women couldn't do what she did for him..... make him feel how she made him feel.... till he came across a beauty that.... felt almost unreal. She was no Lucille. Of fucking course. But she was patching something up inside of him.... she has this glow that surrounds her. When she would grace him with her appearance he couldn't help but watch her as she made her rounds. The smile on her face, the laughter leaving fast her twin flesh that BOOMED with delight. She is something else, she made his heart twist in..... ways he hadn't felt in a long time.

He invited her for dinner. As the leader it was easy to get his way... though of course, he wasn't forcing her to come. He did leave it up to her if she wanted to come down and meet him or not. Well, she didn't have to but at the same time he expects a yes every single time. Negan always gets his way. He poured her some wine, him... well he decided to have some gin for himself. Another night alone the two of them. He wasn't asking for much, just for her company. She wasn't one of his wife's.... but could it hurt to tell the other ladies to fuck off and just take Cassie as his ? He winces at those thoughts and brushes them aside. She speaks, her voice smooth.... so sweet he might get a fucking cavity. A slight smirk curls at the corner, raising a hand as a single finger begins to rub up and down against her exposed arm. He hums sweetly, their eyes locked as he cocks his head to the side. Watching her for what seems like forever. He hasn't spoken a single word, just.... staring at her. What was he doing ? Trying to read into what she said.... how sweet she can be in such a disgusting place.

❝ I think you got it all wrong, doll. Shouldn't I be tellin' you that ? How do you do it, hm ? You must not be real lemme tell you. You ain't like anyone I ever met. And I've met a lotta people during these fucked up times. You.... fuck... you are... I don't give two shits about GOD.... but I'm started to think may be real cause I got somethin' as sweet as you here with me. You are like some fuckin' angel aren't you? Should I? I should... ❞ He clears his throat, leaning closely to so the gap between them is only mere inches apart. ❝ Did it hurt ? And then you say... What? And then I say... Did it hurt when you fell from heaven. Eh ? Hot stuff right there don't yeh' think doll ? ❞

#depictedblue #negan tag tba

[lyndiscealin]

💫💥🎙️

Oh, I want to cry. If my memory doesn't betray me, you are the first one who ever asked me about such a game 🥺 Thank you so much!!!! ♥♥♥♥

Okay, let's see:

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

That's a bit tricky. I love every comment, but I would lie if I said that I like every comment the same. Talking about this is tricky because I don't want to make anyone think that their kind of comment is not appreciated.

But comments who really make my day are when people get a bit unhinged. When they scream and cry and tell me how much they love my stuff. The more words the better 😂 I crave attention like water in a desert.

If it's one of my deeper fics about asexuality or trauma, I love to see people discover stuff about themselves through that or when they feel understood and represented. Helping people is one of my passions and when I can do that through my writing, that totally makes my day.

I also love when people share their emotions they felt while reading my texts with me. Sometimes I'm sad that a lot of people (me included by the way) don't have the courage to comment how hot and bothered they got because of smut scenes. I would really like to hear if my one PWP (that accidentally got a lot of plot als backstory that isn't written yet) fic was any good. I feel the pacing was too far off to make anyone feel anything, but I am usually wrong about my own perceptions on my writing 😂

So in conclusion: i love a lot of compliments, helping people and make people feel things. And I love to hear about that.

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

Oh yeah, my musical AU: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43540101

This flopped spectacularly and it makes me a bit sad because I love the idea of an AFTG Musical XD But well, writing musicals in book form is kind of impossible, so I see why it didn't work.

I stand by it, though and I will probably continue it. I can't wait to write the first meeting between Andrew and Neil from the first book chapter. Imagine Kevin and Wymack trying to serenade Neil to join the foxes while Andrew is idly spinning his exy stick in the background to the beat of the music (or probably totally off beat fully on purpose)

But that's not the fic I linked, that's just the next part. The first part is two boys feeling alone in the world, not knowing that there is indeed someone out there who matches their needs. And I love the thought that both of them longed for someone who would understand them and both of them thinking that there would never be anyone. I love the song I chose for this, it reflects those feelings perfectly.

And I find it funny that the song is most likely about an apocalypse or something?

I have the absolut talent to hear a song and interprete it in a completely batshit way. For me it is about living in a world full of people and feeling like there is absolutely no one. Searching memories about full streets and houses but all the people are missing. It's hard to explain. I think this fic is a perfect example that I like to see stuff in songs that I am not supposed to see in them XD

🎙️which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of?

Absolutely every single one XD It's such an honor if someone makes a pod-fic out of my stuff. I don't care which it is, just go for it. I would love it to bits!

If I have to choose one, then probably 'The Reaper' because that's one of the few that are actually beta read and I am extremely proud of it. Another one would be 'When we were younger' but there are tumblr posts in there with hastags and everything. That's probably a bit much.

But as i said.. whatever one anyone might choose to pod-fic, I would feel so immensely honored 🥰

#ask #ask game

[multi-musemenagerie]

For Kakashi or Bakugo

🐕 ― a memory involving a pet.

💥 ― a memory you wish you’d forget.

Kakashi

He had just returned from a solo Anbu mission and hadn't yet managed to get his body to reset mentally to a location of safety. His hackles were still raised and his fingers itched to draw one of his kunai. He couldn't shake the feeling of being on edge or get the smell of blood out of his nose. Looking down at his nails he realized with a jolt there was still something dark and foreign there; blood or skin of his hit. He raised his hands to touch his mask, reassuring himself it was secure.

There was a rustle in a bush nearby, he felt his heart race before reminding himself what it most likely was. "I know you're there Gai." He responded evenly, trying to sound like he was unhappy to have the company and distraction. The rustling continued though, so he rose with a frown and leaned into the bushes.

A dog!?

He crouched down to help the small puppy out of the tangle of brambles. It must have been abandoned. It did look like a runt. "Well..." He started, lifting him into his arms and inspecting his cuts and scrapes. "I guess my house is big enough for the both of us." He pet the shaking puppy gently and immediately started off for home. "I wonder if I could train you to be a nindog..."

Bakugo

The pain was incredible, something he had never experienced before and for a moment he was certain he would die. He could hear screams from somewhere far away and smelled the sickly scent of burning flesh and hair. The pain left him and he struggled to catch his breath which was coming out in sobs. It took a moment for him to realize the screams had been his own, and those smells were probably from his back.

A burned hand took his chin, almost gently and guided his gaze up into Dabi's eyes. "This ends when you want it to, kid." He said, his voice surprisingly kind. "Join us, and no one will ever hurt you again." Hot tears streamed down Katsuki's face, he could feel himself trembling. He was so cold.

#since bakugo was never allowed to have a pet he gets the bad memory

[ssplague]

Bully Bakugou Part 3

(needathinkofapropertitleforthisshit)

⛔️ Trigger warnings: Bullying, Yandere, mentions of violence, abuse, manipulation, forced relationship, NONCON, dysfunctional completely fucked up family

Your emotions continue remaining ever conflicted as you go about spending this three day weekend with the Bakugou family. As your time with them draws to a close; Self loathing is at an all time high once you realize that under different circumstances you may have actually enjoyed yourself?

Honorable mentions: @rainstorm22 @angie-1306 @lordmypantsaresocool @bi-polar-pandas @lizethcookie01 @po3ticb3auty @presidentmonica @winchescumberholland @marifujioka

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🧼🥣🚰

In a house that was notoriously known for being excessively loud, it was surprising that all you could currently hear is a running faucet and the occasional clink of dishes being dried and put away.

The scene of a mother and son doing something so domestic would warm the average person’s heart. The scene playing out in the kitchen of the Bakugou household might make that same average person’s hair stand on end.

Mitsuki Bakugou’s genes must be as dominant as her personality, because her son looks like the spitting image of her. Both of them are sporting an identical grimace, both exuding an air of hostility.

“You certainly know how to pick them….” she begins as she holds another plate under the much too hot water.

“The fuck’s that mean?” The boy snaps in response, drying the bowl he held much too tightly.

“It fuckin’ means that you managed to get ahold of a proper girlfriend..,Last one” she hands him the final clean plate “We like her a lot, your father and I”. Katsuki doesn’t respond to her right away, he finishes drying the plate and turns to put it in a cupboard.

“I can see why you refused to let her go…”

The cabinet door slams shut and he whirls around, his heart races and he stares back at his mother with fear in his identical red eyes. He visibly relaxes once he notices the knowing smile she’s giving him.

“I went through a similar situation with your father, you know? Sometimes the other person needs a bit of…persuasion and a push to see the great big perfect picture of how their life will be with you” Mitsuki pauses to sigh dreamily, a frightening love sick expression crosses her face and clouds her eyes.

Katsuki doesn’t even flinch, he’s seen the same look on his own face when he thinks about you.

“It made me…It made me really pissed off when she left me…then all those stupid extra’s had to get in her and I’s fuckin’ business and it got so much worse…” his hands balled up into fists at the memory, truth be told he was still quite upset over this.

Katsuki didn’t consider his mother good for very much, but at this moment he found himself somewhat opening up to her. Finally someone else that seemed to understand what his internal struggle was like. This is also one of the rare occasions in which she seemed to be taking him seriously, but he didn’t want to leave you unattended for too long.

“They’re fine”

His mother seemed to have read his mind as she had moved across the room to peek through the blinds. You and Masaru seemed to be comfortable with each other; She noticed her husband’s goofy smile as you spoke to him, occasionally waving your hands or mimicking an explosion as you went on.

You’ll fit in just fine with this family.

Mitsuki couldn’t stop the upturn of her lips as she felt something akin to relief.

Which quickly turned to slight annoyance as Katsuki bumped into her so he too could spy on you and his father.

The apple certainly doesn’t fall far from the tree.

🍎🌳🍏

It had to be at least 4 if not 5 in the morning by now. You felt like you were in limbo as your eyes traced the square ceiling above you. Thank god you were left to your thoughts, the blonde beast snoring surprisingly softly behind you. The grip he had on your middle was far too tight and his natural body heat was sweltering to a point it was making you nauseous.

“Y/N”

Your body instantly stiffened

“Don’t go so far….s’dangerous”

He must be dreaming, of course he’s chasing you down even while he slept.

Today you’d finally get to leave the house of Bakugou, and you couldn’t be happier. If the circumstances were different, maybe you could have enjoyed this experience. Looking back on the previous day’s events made you feel bad….because you couldn’t lie to yourself, you’d had a good time.

Mitsuki seemed to take to you almost instantly, which you were incredibly relieved over (It was obvious that she had an undeniable mean streak in her if directed towards those she dislikes). On your second day here, she had snatched you from Katsuki’s clutches; “This is girl’s time, no brats allowed!” She’d sneered as she ushered you outside and into an expensive looking SUV.

You weren’t entirely sure what to say or do In this situation…

“I’m sorry I kinda just sprung this on ya, but if I hadn’t I already know he would have thrown a damn fit over it” Mitsuki explains as she smoothly maneuvers the car onto a Main Street. She doesn’t wait for your response and continues “I thought it would be a nice way for the two of us to get to know each other”.

Now she looks at you, waiting for your response. You don’t miss a beat, quick to reply;

“I would like that a lot”

You smile, eyes sparkling with sincerity.

Katsuki has trained you well.

Another 15 minutes pass before you pull into a small parking lot. This is a side of town you’d never seen before; Small trendy boutiques lined both sides of the street, good looking people could be seen in all directions, either laden with shopping bags, or seated at the couple cafes and restaurants mixed in between shops.

“Something wrong?”

You abruptly snap out of the daze you’d been in at the sound of your companion’s voice.

“Oh no! Nothing is wrong…I’ve just never been here before!” You stammer in embarrassment. A smirk appears on the older woman’s face as the two of you start walking towards the bustling street.

“I didnt think you would have, so that’s why I wanted to bring you here for our first outing together!” the excitement she seems to be exuding is infectious and you can’t help but feel happy as you walk beside her.

“Everyone likes shopping, but this is the place you come to for the good stuff”

Your mood plummets immediately.

All of these places look super expensive and fancy…

“Umm…It’s embarrassing to admit but I don’t think I could ever afford anything here!” You do your best to laugh off the humiliating feeling accompanying your confession.

Mitsuki stops abruptly and gives you an odd look and then she starts cackling, “You thought I was going to make you pay for your own things?! Oh that’s fuckin’ hilarious! You should have seen your face”. She laughs some more and earns a few bewildered stares from onlookers “I’m sorry honey, I shouldn’t be laughing at you but that was a good one”.

“You really don’t have to do this for me! I could never repay you for all of this!”

You can’t help but wince at seeing the total displayed on the store’s IPad.

You were already carrying three large shopping bags filled to the brim with a wide assortment of things.

“Of Course I don’t have to, I WANT to!” Says the older woman as she finished her signature on the touch screen.

You can’t understand this at all, and it must show on your face as you follow her out of the shop and back onto the sidewalk.

“Let’s get something to eat and we’ll talk alright?” She doesn’t seem bothered by your confusion or over appreciation. You don’t want to make her upset, so you nod dumbly and trail after the older woman.

Deciding what you want to eat, you place your order with the overly friendly waiter. Now seems like an appropriate time to check the phone you’d forgotten you had all this time.

It pings as soon as you pull it out of your new handbag.

“Oh I bet he’s been blowing your phone up hasn’t he?”

Rather than verbally respond, you turn the screen to face her so she can see the multiple alerts lighting up across the screen, all from one person in particular.

A low whistle slips past her lips at the sea of notifications.

📨📲💥

“THIS IS BULLSHIT!”

Masaru Bakugou cringes upon hearing his son bellowing, followed by the front door slamming shut so hard it rattled the walls. He’d rather not have his wife come home after her outing with you to the house in complete shambles. Which is exactly what would inevitably happen if he doesn’t go reign in the Tasmania devil that is Katsuki.

“C’mon now son…Your mother just wants to get to know y/n better, that girl is obviously a big part of your life now right? So wouldn’t it be ideal for the two of them to bond some?”

If looks could kill his son surely would have put him six feet under with the expression he wore right now. Masaru has seen this exact same look countless times on the face of his wife. The only difference in seeing Katsuki sporting it, being the inability to stir up the spine tingling fear that his mother is so easily capable of summoning.

“That old bat is just wanting to get under my skin that’s all” Katsuki sneers as he drops down on the larger of the two couches occupying the living room. Surprisingly, the young man doesn’t even release a growl of frustration when his father comes to sit across from him on the smaller loveseat.

“I know that you uh…When I’d asked you about how you and mom ended up together, you said she was persistent and you were a pushover”

Masaru let’s out an audible sigh, that is not at all what he had said.

Katsuki ignores it and continues,

“I need to know what I have to do to make her stay”.

“I’m sorry”

“Me too”

He couldn’t save himself, but he was at least going to try to help you.

Keyword here being: TRY

For over two hours he’d done his best to reason with, and explain what a loving, healthy, relationship should be like to Katsuki.

Basically everything that himself and Mitsuki were not

Katsuki seemed receptive, he at least looked like he was paying attention.

Masaru really believed he made progress on correcting this warped state of mind his son had when it came to love.

When the boy did finally say something, that fleeting feeling of hopefulness was instantly replaced with hopelessness.

“So how long exactly did it take mom to wear you down?”

He’d failed you.

🍽🧏🏼‍♀️

“So you really gave up your career as a famous model when you found out you were pregnant??? Not only that but, once retired immediately started your own clothing brand? That’s really incredible!” You were absolutely floored you weren’t aware of any of this information until the woman herself laid it all out for you.

“Back before I decided to become a hero, I always wanted to do both those things…I used to do shoots with my friends for their photography classes, I made all the cosplay outfits I wore myself, Id even made a few different pieces of clothing as well”. Unfortunately in the last couple years both hobbies have fallen to the wayside, you frowned at the thought but abruptly pushed those feelings aside, “I’m sorry I started rambling I-“.

“Never apologize for talking about things you’re passionate about! You are obviously a talented girl, I’d love to see those pictures you were talking about, you’ll have to show me”

You weren’t even upset she cut you off, as the older woman patted your hand after doing so.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love my son too death, he’s busted his ass to become the best, hell he was practically born a winner…and I’m more proud of him than words alone could describe…” she pauses momentarily, looking like she’s mulling something over.

Before you could ask what, she speaks again “I wanted more children than just Katsuki, I’d especially always wanted a daughter…but it’s just…well long story short, it just wasn’t meant to happen”.

Now all of today suddenly makes sense.

It’s for the best…

Walking back towards the car you couldn’t stop expressing your gratitude for all the shopping bags currently weighing you down.

“Sheesh it’s almost like no one has ever bought you something before with how thankful you’re being!” She says this with a mocking sigh of exasperation as she opens the trunk for you.

“I’m sorry for saying thank you so much I don’t mean to be annoying I just-“ you pause to make sure the trunk latches properly “Really want you to know I’m nothing but appreciative for not just the material things but.. I enjoyed getting to know you personally Mrs. Bakugou”.

“Oi what did I say about calling me Mrs? Making me feel old n’ shit”

“Ah that’s right…Sorry…Mom”

That was a bold move on your part, but you knew it was the right one to make.

The most genuine, dazzling, not mean spirited smile you’ve seen her wear all day is flashed your way. She starts the car and before backing out mumbles “That’s more like it”.

Katsuki taught you well.

🛍

Hearing the front door open, Katsuki springs up from the couch and starts in; “Jesus Christ! What the hell were you doing for five fuckin’ hours?!”.

He notices you showing his mother your phone excitedly, well you were…As soon as you felt the anger radiating off him you locked your screen and stared down at your feet.

“Oh shut up, you can have her back now ya cry baby” Mitsuki says with a roll of her eyes, “Where’s your dad?”.

“Upstairs” Katsuki says curtly, eyes remaining locked on you as his mother moves past him. Which kept him from seeing then dodging the slap aimed to his head. “Help her with her bags idiot” she sneered while starting to walk up the stair case.

Suddenly pausing for a second and calling down to you

“Send me the link so I can see the rest of those pictures”

“I will!”

“Don’t forget!”

“I won’t….Thank you again for today!”

She smiles at you, then flips off Katsuki as she reaches the top of the stairs.

“Are you mad at me?”

You’re automatically disgusted by how timid you sound as you sit down on the bed.

“Mad at you?” He pauses peeking into the various shopping bags now taking up a corner of his room, “Why would I be?”.

Well that’s a relief.

“S’not like you had a say so in all that, she wasn’t mean to you right?” He stands up and stalks over to, hands stuffed in his pockets. You started panicking, quick to extinguish a fire before it could even start; “No not at all! She was so nice, I had a really great time with her!”.

Katsuki studies you for another minute before staring at the floor and mumbling, “She likes you a lot…pops does too”. Part of you hates that being accepted by his parents makes you feel as good as it does, the smile you wear is authentic. He shifts his weight from foot to foot before adding “That makes me happy”.

Why should you care what makes him happy?

At one point in time you adored the young man in front of you, even when you were just his friend that quickly developed a crush on him. Then you got into a relationship and even then he wasn’t that bad, but after you had sex that first time he became a fucking monster practically over night!

A monster…

A monster that put hands on more than one of your male friends.

A monster that isolated you.

A monster that brought you to this same house and kept you secured to a bed for a week of summer break.

A monster that stalked, harassed, and even technically raped you…

Now he wants to pretend you two are a normal couple? Like you weren’t forced to accompany him on this three day weekend in the first place…

“It makes me happy that two other important people in my life think you are as amazing as I do”.

You keep that same smile in place, hoping your eyes don’t give away the sea of woe in which you are currently drowning.

It’s for the best…

“Katsuki please…” you beg, attempting to keep your voice down “I dont want your parents to hear us”.

“Princess c’mon…I missed you all fuckin’ day…” Katsuki growls as you attempt to push his hands away.

He gets tired of your fussing fairly quickly, taking hold of both your wrists in one hand.

“Be good for me baby and I’ll make this more than good for you” he trails kisses down your neck while the other hand struggles to remove your undergarments.

You whimper in surprise as his cock immediate presses against your folds. “Shhhh s’okay baby I got you” he coos softly in your ear, mistaking your shock for desire.

He pauses his advance, replacing his cock with a finger. Sliding it up your slit and bringing it up to his face for inspection, “You’re dry” his tone a mixture of both accusatory and irritated.

Of course you are, you were uncomfortable! Bakugou was normally over zealous with foreplay, so much so that pleasure had often shifted into over stimulating torture.

This wasn’t one of those times apparently…

The sudden sound of him spitting made you cringe. You didn’t feel it hit your skin, but then he did it again and you felt it seep through your folds.

You can’t help but cringe at the grossness of the situation.

“Oh stop, must have gotten used to always being spoiled hah?” He smirks down at you, taking your chin in his hand “Let me have some fun for once princess…been wanting you for days I’m not waiting tonight”.

The stretch always burns when he enters you and he isn’t slow this time.

Slamming inside of you, his eyes close and he groans as you notice his whole body tremble for a second.

“I love fuckin’ this perfect princess cunt, s’the best there is and it’s all MINE!”

Spots swirl across your vision as your head bounces off his headboard for the umpteenth time. You hated how your body reacts toward him; Legs wrapped around his waist and arms reaching out to pull him closer.

“Always sucking me in, greedy girl…You don’t even have to say it, I know what you want”.

You can still feel his cum inside you, not all of it has seeped out to run down your legs and coat the inside of your thighs. As you lay there with Katsuki in his childhood bed you can’t help but berate yourself for thinking things might ever have the possibility of getting better.

Then again, your own family has never showed even a fraction of interest in you like these three have…

Your mother never sporadically took off with you somewhere to spend time together. Your own father never sat outside and talked with you after he got home from work….They favored your younger sibling, and you were never good enough to hold their attention.

Rolling over to face Katsuki, you take a moment to appreciate seeing him in this rare moment of relaxation. His even breathing tickles your face with every exhale, and you can’t help but notice the corner of his lips twitching upward as he begins to smile in his sleep.

“It makes me happy that two other important people in my life think you are as amazing as I do”

“Amazing huh? Guess I’ll never understand why or how you of all people think so highly of me” you whispered, finally accepting the warmth of his embrace In attempts to comfort yourself. The sun has just begun to slightly peek through the blinds as your eyes close, and as you drift off, you once again find yourself thinking;

It’s for the best….

A/N: I figured out that I really really enjoy writing Mitsuki 🥰 So many people like to cast her in this god awful light, but I can’t do that! Maybe because she reminds me so much of my own mom (minus the hitting) 😅 I hope you guys will continue to give me your opinions and more of what you want to see happening next. I’m really tempted to just include the whole fucked up family dynamic throughout the entire story. Of course your relationship with Katsuki will be the most important, but I love the idea of what a potential nightmare Yandere Bakugou family could be.

#katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou thirst #bakugo x reader #Bakugo thirst #bakugou smut #bakugo smut #yandere bnha #yandere mha #yandere bakugou #yandere Bakugo #yandere Katsuki bakugou #darling #prized

[quizzyisdone]

Bell is Short | Safehouse Gang Headcanons

A/N: Just some headcanons regarding how the safehouse would react to a short! Bell. Hope you enjoy!! <3

Russell Adler:

🚬 When he pulled some random Red out of a car on that airstrip in Turkey, he expected them to be a bit, well, a bit taller.

🚬 Adler was initially dreading having to carry that person to exfil, but was pleasantly surprised upon finding out he didn’t have to be lugging some mountain man around.

🚬 Y’know how Adler tends to get needlessly touchy at times, like in those GIFs? He also tends to do that with a short! Bell, he’ll grab their shoulders (or hips for a female! Bell) to get by or subtly make it very evident that he towers over them by standing super close to them.

🚬 That’s his own way of establishing a stronger bond as well as a greater sense of trust with Bell so that their memories of Vietnam and their kinship actually feels real.

🚬 Adler expected their height to present a problem during combat situations; an enemy could easily overpower them. But while chasing Volkov in that warehouse in East Berlin, he was definitely proven wrong. 

🚬 He takes note of Bell’s ability to take what he thinks is traditionally a disadvantage and transform it to either put them on a level playing field with enemies or even use it to get the upper-hand. He thinks that it’s a testament to Bell’s intelligence and skill.

🚬 Something about them also beating the living shit out of somebody who’s twice their size also amuses Adler.

🚬 He won’t abuse the short jokes like Sims, Lazar, and Woods do, but Adler sure as hell makes them when he’s in a good mood. Both to Bell’s face and behind their back. He’ll call Bell “kid” a lot more than he would if they were taller.

Lawrence Sims:

🔧 Upon meeting Bell for the first time, he had to hide his shock. Sims had heard that they were some Red that Adler thought they could use. He didn’t expect them to be so, well, short. 

🔧 Sims didn’t know they made Reds that tiny. To be fair, all of the Russians he had ever met were like giant 7′0 beasts. 

🔧 Definitely takes the piss out of Bell for it. “How’s the weather down there?” is the most common quip coming from Sims.

🔧 Judging by dialogue, Sims is pretty big on nicknames, so he almost never calls Bell by their name. Instead, he jokingly calls them “Small Fry” as he gets closer to them.

🔧 He’ll be sympathetic towards Bell if he gets the feeling that they don’t like the jokes. Sims knows when to quit with it and stop teasing them for something they can’t help. Still loves to bully them for other things, though.

Frank Woods:

💥 Oh Bell, oh you poor thing. Speaking of people who don’t know when to quit, Woods takes the absolute piss out of Bell for their height with stupid jokes. 

💥 Woods does that thing where he uses Bell’s head as an arm rest or goes behind them and rests his chin on their head. 

💥 Will always point out how big he is compared to them. (“Dude, I’m twice your size!”) He finds the height difference absolutely hilarious. He once offered to just throw Bell over the fence in Ukraine.

💥 If he’s feeling extra mischievous, Woods will move everything beyond their reach, not so they have to ask for help, but so he can watch them struggle and eventually give up and go get Lazar.

💥 It’s not that he actively tries to be an asshole, but sometimes Woods doesn’t know when to stop. But if someone outright tells him to stop with the teasing, he will, most of the time.

💥 Part of him also secretly admires this tiny but mighty killer that Adler managed to find. He wishes and wonders why he hadn’t met them before, Woods could’ve certainly used those skills back in ‘Nam when clearing out “Rat Tunnels”.

Eleazar “Lazar” Azoulay:

🥡 Aw, now this man is an absolute sweetheart. He might make a few jokes but they’re light hearted as well as far and few between.

🥡 Offers to help Bell reach the stuff they can’t, but not in a condescending way. Bell can tell he’s just genuinely trying to help. Lazar, more than anything, likes feeling useful.

🥡 He recognizes that Bell’s height isn’t necessarily a hinderance to their abilities or the way they work. In fact it’s quite useful given the covert nature of the missions they go on. But it’s also good for other random things.

🥡 For example: At the safehouse, if there’s something even he can’t reach, he’ll ask Bell to get on his shoulders and grab whatever he needs. It works better to do that with Bell due to their small stature.

🥡 It’s an advantage, so that’s why he basically “volun-told” Bell to go and infiltrate Kraus’ home. A mountain man like him would be hard pressed to sneak in there quietly and Park wouldn’t have had an easy time either given the fact that she’s rather tall as well.

🥡 In combat situations, though, he might prefer Bell to stay near him or someone like Adler or Woods. Just to be on the safe side.

Alex Mason:

💯 Like Woods, Mason will make the jokes but won’t abuse them. He certainly can find the humor in a tiny but mighty killer such as Bell. But it’s not funny when it’s the only thing you make of Bell for. 

💯 There are plenty of things to bully Bell for, in fact! And calling them a “Dingus” is way more fun than “shorty” or some other lazy nickname. (It’s actually canon that this happened, here’s the video)

💯 Mason in general loves jokes at other people’s expense (not mean-spirited ones though) that aren’t about physical attributes. For example, he prefers to take jabs at Bell’s intelligence or habits. 

💯 Might on occasion try to subtly get Woods and Sims to quit with the jokes by redirecting their energy towards him and things to make fun of about himself. He’s sympathetic towards Bell for no reason other than he’s genuinely very sweet.

Helen Park:

🔪 Couldn’t care less about how tall Bell is, to be perfectly honest. It really wouldn’t affect their ability to do their job so she leaves it at that. Doesn’t make the jokes. She can’t find the humor in their height at all. 

🔪 After all, it’s not like they’re comically short (Like 4ft). Park can get even more annoyed than Bell does at the short jokes sometimes. She almost gets defensive and protective over them for it.

🔪 Part of that is because she was made fun of as a kid for being super tall. School boys made her insecure about it in her youth, made her feel like less of a woman because of it, that she was somehow “manly”.

🔪 Park isn’t affected by their “witty” remarks anymore, but she remembers how bad it hurt her self esteem as a teenager. Although Bell is at the opposite end of the spectrum, it can hurt all the same.

🔪 “Sergeant Woods, the joke isn’t any funnier the fifth time you tell it.”

🔪 Although she couldn’t care less, if she had to make a statement regarding Bell’s stature, Park would think it’s rather endearing, really, especially towards a male! Bell. (Rise up, short kings.)

Jason Hudson:

🕶️ This man doesn’t care so long as Bell gets the job done. They’ve proven that their height won’t affect their ability to do their work, so there’s really no point in making fun of them for their height of judging them for it.

🕶️ Hudson really hates when people make fun of others for something they can’t help. Even if his relationship with Bell is truly as antagonistic as it is when taken at face value, Hudson might tell off Woods and get him to ease up if he notices Bell getting annoyed/upset at the quips.

🕶️ To be fair, any chance he can take to yell at Woods is one Hudson will most definitely take. Were it not for the binds of professionalism, those two would have the most antagonistic relationship in history. 

🕶️ But if he gets the feeling that Bell doesn’t mind the jokes at their expense, Hudson will find himself smirking at them.

#russell adler #lawrence sims #frank woods #eleazar azoulay #lazar azoulay #alex mason #helen park #jason hudson #black ops cold war #bocw #cod #call of duty #quizzy writes

[whenimgoodandready]

🎈🎊(party horn blows🥳) Hello everyone! Welcome to the 💯th episode of “Miraculous Ladybug”! (cheers and applause as marching band music plays)🎊🎈We’ve come a long long LONG way to see what they had cooked up for us as this ep was the grand daddy of all epic proportions that was a “must see” for everybody to-Oh f**k this sh*t! (cheers, applause and music dies out) It’s really nothing special! We’re almost to the season finale and is this really gonna change anything!? NO! Do you know why!? Read this:

*Ephemeral-Bob Roth is akumatized as a flying money stealing gold safe named Moolak (huh, I was hoping for a more King Midas theme) and Ladybugs got Team Miraculous on her side with Viperion, Vesperia, Pigella, Ryuko, Purple Tigeress, Pegasus-Hey! Wait a minute! Where’s Cat Noir!? Oh he’s at a press conference interview in place of his father? Why can’t he just make an excuse and leave? Hmmm, Gabe was doin’ that ring twisting thing again (“Mega Leech”) and he gave Adrien specific orders which he obeyed without complaint. Suspicious🤨.

Ladybug (miraculously) defeats the villain anyway without Cat Noir, even if it did take forever, and Su-Han, the celestial guardian whom we last saw way back in “Furious Fu”, was outraged that Ladybug used up nine miraculouses for the mission when all she really needed was Cat Noir! She explains again how she doesn’t know Cats identity to call him up since it’s too dangerous for both of them to know each other’s identities cuz theirs are the most important miraculouses, but Su-Han doesn’t give a f**k and says to find out or there’ll be a new black cat miraculous holder.

I’d go on and say what happens next, but I’ll leave that in the end, so I’ll just say how I usually end with these things by saying who the villain-of-the-week was and in this case, it was Ephemeral. What does Ephemeral mean? Sounds like a medical term. It however means, “short lived”. What kind of power would that be? Ah! Yes! Speeding up time to shorten it and get the job done! Like how they did with using up Ladybugs miraculous timer and having her revert back as Marinette! Damn! That’s scary! Oh! By the way, the akumatized victim was Adrien! Don! Don! Don!

Bomb #22………..can I really say there was a “bomb”!? I mean, as ecstatic as we were for this ep, it didn’t really do much (makes a horse sigh). You guys remember “Oblivio”? With the memory loss reveal? You remember “Cat Blanc”? With the time traveling reveal too? Well, this ep was their baby! Both had the same concept:identity reveals, time traveling, the apocalypse! The yoozh. I know how that song goes, it’s the same thing: the dynamic duo would be happily dating if they found out their identities and loving both sides of one another, but the down side is the villain is related to one of them and Gabe/Shadow Moth disregards his own sons feelings for his own personal benefit and cuz Adriens (possibly) a sentimonster he (Shadow Moth) can control and the world would go💥Kaboom!💥, so everything goes back to normal and thus we can’t have a reveal yet until the villain is no more! What the Hell was I getting hyped about!? We got back to status quo FOR THE THIRD TIME IN A ROW! WHERE THE REVEAL DID NOT STICK! :P. It’s like-like, like those false blow out candles! No matter how many times you blow, it won’t, AND WILL NEVER, go out! UGH! (groans, but calms down) However, there were certain things that reminded me of its good qualities of the identity reveal. For starters, we know that the love square is endgame and that both halves of the heroes will still love one another’s halves and be happy ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹. Marinette/Ladybug was at first conflicted over which side of her secret crush she loved first:flirty, goofy and pun making Cat Noir or calm, cool and collected Adrien (she never ever thought in her right mind that Party Animal Cat Noir could ever be Saint Adrien Agreste!), but with advice from Luka (who secretly knows both their identities), still accepted him as Adrien/Cat Noir did when she revealed herself and to her joy, there was no rejection💖. Second, as sucky as it is that Gabe/Shadow Moth will eventually find out about their identities, it was brilliant how he figured it out by overhearing Adrien calling Marinette “M’lady”. Nobody, but Cat Noir says that to nobody, but Ladybug! The sad part is, just like from “Cat Blanc”, Gabe/Shadow Moth puts his needs over his own sons and isn’t afraid to use him for his advantage! Worst. Dad. Ever! What’s scarier is if Adrien is in fact a sentimonster, and maybe that ring is an amok, Adrien can’t fight back to save himself or anyone else cuz his father is his string master! Not to mention, like before, preventing Armageddon is futile! Don! Don! Don! Lastly, as annoying as it is that everything goes back to square one (what with the whole time traveling and that satellite thing I didn’t understand cuz I’m not so into science, but props to those of you that got it), Marinette, in her most desperate hour of need, contacted the only other boy she trusts with her life:Luka Couffaine💙. Thanks to him, he ended up saving the whole world!👏👏👏. All in all, we’re lectured on the pros and cons of the identity reveal again and all the creative ways to destroy and fix it, but next time, for the love of God! LET IT BE CONSISTENT!!! Thank you!😊.

#miraculous ladybug #ephemeral #miraculous ephemeral

[sasorikigai]

“ Are you aware of what you make me feel ? ” liv @ hanzo in modern verse!

𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐎 || @somniaxperdita || accepting

💥 || They will be, and they were, they are living until their last breaths; for time has no equivalent exchange. It would send both of them raving, unraveled like the worn sepia of a film photograph. How they ache, in those muggy moments as night stains the sky, to be taken back - to take back - their hearts, little whirring tops, fighting with such desperation. It is no one, but Olivia Winter that fevers the bloom of his wildfire heart which obliterates the sempiternal aspect of his grief and suffering. Lest, the complications of Commander Hasashi’s life stirs too many broken bodies and not enough people - too many ears and no one attached to them as harrowing timbres of screams taint the glow of the midnight moon. 

Perhaps his body will continue to be on fire; burning, writhing, and flailing, trying to convince himself to crawl and douse the fire out. The destructive sweep of fire may continue to lodge debris and irreparably fragmented memories of happiness into his heart, yet how it conflagrates the firmly planted logs of his passion and zeal that keep him ablaze. Olivia Winter, through her own intonations of passion and stimulating melody, captures Hanzo Hasashi’s life as he lives it, as he recreates all the once-forgotten and repressed memories back into solidified reality. The reality where he could dip his entire self into the pool of Olivia Winter’s crystalline waters; the deep brown inching up his being like ink. Hanzo Hasashi will lay, still as anything, watching as he gently gets dragged down, plunging because of the weight of the joy in his soul. 

He will drown, as Olivia’s eyes are not like night, nor day but dusk. Her eyes are like the first mist of the twilight, and he will bathe in the light as if Gods bathe in ambrosia. His parched, desiccated roots are set on his beloved’s wetland heart, as proverbial pain lodged in-between words stuck in his throat yearning to echo their way back to sinking nightmarish visions and dreams, only filling him with hopeless despair and desolation becomes ephemeral as Hanzo’s lingering gaze settles upon the undulating waves of sun-soaked horizon, giving its way to the deepening twilight.  

“We may be but stardust and untold stories, but I would shine for you to see. As I live in a land of love and hope and sadness and most of all possibilities, I will continue to be a human unstopped, unarced, and unhurt, because I know I would be all II can be, and all I ever will be because of our love,” the echo of his beloved’s voice still seems to torment him, as if it had been a vocalization from a distance he couldn’t ever reach. His gaze skin to gazing the stars as he would reminisce, as they spin the same path as last time; too close, too familiar. Perhaps Hanzo Hasashi wants her to be as familiar to him as the stars; wanting to watch her face and pick apart every emotion like he does with the constellations. “I am unashamed to admit that I am well aware of it, as I continue to drown in light, in heat, and in freedom, thus in return, giving me unfathomable power to ride the tides of unknown that is my life.”  💥 ||

#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion) #✗ ugly syllables of conjured vindictive crimson (modern au) #✗ successions of binding music (olivia winter || somniaxperdita) #somniaxperdita

[sasorikigai]

[ HELD ] + [ CARE ]  ( for modern himbo husbands )

SOFT ACTION PROMPTS || @sonxflight, with @biiingchu || accepting

[ HELD ] sender sits sideways,  cradled in receiver’s lap.

[ CARE ] receiver finds the sender has fallen asleep somewhere and places a blanket or jacket over them.

💥❄️ || An inextinguishable wildfire sprouts on Hanzo Hasashi’s lips when he bends low, comfortably stroking Ryou Sakai’s collarbone as he brushes a stray lock of his hair aside. A field of his beloved’s flesh grows like wild down the river of familiar beds, lightly touching every explored topographical space he could find. The precarious, perilous world of theirs sleep beneath the wispy cloud blankets and decorated woods around the Sakai Residence. Fingers dig fervently into exhausted, formidable, and sagacious warrior. Wanton desire causes the fiery, intense warrior who feels everything so deeply with raw, visceral emotions. There may be a heart full of corpses, and eyes full of regrets when it comes to Hanzo Hasashi’s loss; yet how he always feels the ever-persisting ‘what if’s’ in hands of clutching memories the brain cannot hold, and skin-crafted and battered in shadows of deep bruises and spilling crimson waterfall. There is a head full of souls that persist in the mind and cloud up the chances to see what has been left behind. 

Hanzo Hasashi continues to yearn to find stories and wonders of the world until they overflow; persistent and driven, an explorer bound to carve maps and paths and patterns around, breaching the strewn corpses, not truly dead as shells of those who could have been followed and were passed through instead forever inside, while they respectively deal with their own predicaments and responsibilities that further spin his own webs with unknown possibilities that create more unspeakable loneliness and drainage of his resolve and vigor. This is a very private feeling he has - that of melting into a perpetual heartbreaking, breakdown due to despair and hopelessness. 

The strongholds of his arms, the proximity of Ryou Sakai’s warmth, the embracing of who becomes Hanzo Hasashi’s hopes, passions, and dreams all calm himself down. From telling stories and deep conversation, to feeling connected in every single vibration, how they rekindle their bond once again, as the pyromancer feels the bond between them ignite a fire in his soul like a flare. With a draped arm over his beloved’s abdomen, his balmy palm idly draws a pattern over the pectoral, before repeating the repetitive strokes that would transport him to the lands of empyrean heaven. Even in his newfound purpose and intent, he questions himself what he further wants to do, who he further wishes to be; which parts of him, exactly, are still functioning properly. Nevertheless, despite a surging fit of passionate sobbing threatening to choke him, his chiseled lips curl in exquisite contentment. For there is something ridiculous about the emotions of people like him whom would never cease to love, in life or death. 

It’s the same question Kuai Liang asks himself; the eddies and the ripples of his ache may continue to persist, for his unforgettable battles will always be the ancient tales of woe embedded with more treacherous deeds unspoken. Even broken pieces of his being can shine with the reflection of light, but there are dark forces that attracts Kuai Liang to their pointed edges, reminding his heavily blemished and bruised skin of numbing pain with more exquisite, excruciating pain. The former Lin Kuei’s abused memory exists in a kind of spatiotemporal entity; because time, memory, and land are woven together in the swollen cranial of his being. His time always had been terrestrial, feeding his cognitive development and relationship to the renaissance of his universe itself. In the threshold of his near-fatalistic death, the once eggshell cage of his heart and skull had shed enough crimson spectacle to know that he used to be fed on a unhealthy diet of doubt, remorse, negativity, and depression. 

The once-prodigy warrior had stretched long and strong, now having greater reach across the mind than ever before, able to sweep up reasonable thoughts in a mad fury of whirlwind kicks and force winds of his fists so that only his indomitable drive and vicious grace of his limbs can purchase himself on the ground in order for him to rise; strong and unflappable. His sweat-soaked shirt remains too sticky on his skin, and he desperately needs a shower, but pain flares in his chest and recedes in engulfing waves, ever awaiting a damn break. In the throes of his grueling, rigorous training and threatening to cave beneath the onslaught of imposing and dark mind filled with contained rage and vengeance, Kuai Liang’s stygian sapphire gaze lingers, tangles, and finally settles upon the older warriors, floating, their lulled expressions touching the clouds. They too have conquered, and still attempts to achieve their humble, humanistic aspirations and dreams, and all Kuai Liang wants to do is that the radiant, resplendent sun will shine upon their paths.

He could feel Hanzo’s radiating warmth, via the secured arm wrapped around Liang like a lifeline. A steady pressure around his waist anchors Kuai Liang’s erect and taut posture, yet also simultaneously easing the tension in his muscles. Concern whittles away at his exhausted bones, and beneath the steady, slowed heartbeat, the young warrior sighs audibly, as he feels Sakai’s lids flutter close, as entwined fingers reach for his long, heavily bruised fingers littered with both healed and peeled scabs. While the construct of passing time may not bring him relief, the sight of Ryou Sakai sinking deeper into the unperturbed slumber for once under Hanzo’s steady, lulling ministration brings a quirk of crescent grin upon his chiseled, more angular face. He may not be able to offer him warmth, but the draped fabric permeated with his scent over Ryou’s shoulders will be enough of his presence in lieu of his place, as he carefully guides his shifu’s hand to Ryou’s. The thought that lingers as he passes across them is of a sweet river; flowing towards the salty sea, only to elevate in the purest form to sky to form magnificent sunshine, just as how they evoke the quintessential manifestation of undying love.  💥❄️ ||

#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion) #✗ bone-deep chill of despair (kuai liang || biiingchu) #✗ ugly syllables of conjured vindictive crimson (modern au) #✗ sharp awareness of flesh heart and soul (modern au) #✗ epitome of sunlight (ryou sakai || sonxflight) #(aureate ablaze) #biiingchu #sonxflight

[sasorikigai]

rookie + skill + experience ( in relation to modern aurorae ablaze, either general or hitman AU )

Send me a word and I’ll write a drabble, headcanon, or IC post related to it! || @sonxflight || always accepting!

💥 ❄️ || When did it become normal to equate self-worth as a deadly warrior with the number of followers one has? What happened to finding love for oneself from the inside, rather than seeking validation from strangers? Time only moves in one direction, as things always change in its volatility. And the memories and versions comprise of not just one memory, for none of them were right or wrong; they are all pieces, and only when fitted together, edge to edge, could they even begin to tell the whole story. The ongoing perpetuity of the clan wars had rendered all three nearly dusted, dead, and gone, but even in the throes of their shared tribulations and continued trials, as rays of light burn into decomposition of their flesh. For to live, they must metaphorically die and shed existence. 

Without the polished resplendent illuminative light in a warrior’s heart and soul, Hanzo Hasashi believes, a heart in darkness is no heart at all; it cannot see, or feel, or touch, or be touched. For a heart in darkness shrinks and shrivels without light. As a seed to a tree, light gives way to seeing the world as it is, not as it should be. With light in hand of the heart, no darkness may ever reign. These were also the words Hanzo Hasashi had taken into his heart and soul - to walk the Earth with purpose, grounded to the earth, and even when he finds himself complaining and in the throes of his torment and agony, would he not ever trade the security of that sure embrace for all the immoral vices that corrupt and further taint his gray morality. He also may be a forlorn figure encumbered in heavily scarred and blemished skin not designed to stretch beyond its limits until inevitable rupture. 

He had been a victim of unfortunate circumstances, yet no morbidity of conquering multitudes of near-deaths will stop him from teaching his protégé the importance of forged passion, the resolve of personal philosophy against the old tenebrous black of grief. Everyone is little enraged by the Lin Kuei’s defection from humanity, and Hanzo is more than perceptive of the poisonous anger and resentment Kuai Liang may feel; frozen blood keeping him static, while the inevitable surge of flaming rage becomes destructive, but remain dormant without imminent rage. 

Not only did the recounted telling of Hanzo’s loss, death, and downward spiral to his descension and depression did cauterize a huge gaping hole in Kuai Liang’s own heart; a pit deep dark with edges bloodstained, perhaps still oozing potent sanguine as he keeps poking at the wound. He still feels as if he could drown; in despair, in longing, and in guilt. The triad of his mind’s contagion would hinder his prowess, along with his over-assurance and confidence that would often backfire and render him incapacitated and incapable. “I never fucking wanted this for my life. I refuse to become an eternal child prodigy. My crystalline ice was meant to float like the mighty, fathomless ocean, not splatter and drain like a fucking faucet rusted and corroded beneath the immensity of my chagrin and humiliation.” 

The blue of the deep and deadly waters churn, but Kuai Liang knows; in this volatile, wretched world of his, he could not only function himself with depths of desire, as contusions and ugly protrusions of unhealed scars and scabs scattered through his torso will continue to crack and brittle his being. Ryou Sakai had also been risen from the ashes of his demise and made his empire once again. He felt the change in his soul. Something horrid is bout to happen to Liang. He doesn't know when, but he had that feeling. It'll be a dreadful ending to a beautiful story filled with broken memories. He would hope that his cherished warrior and lover doesn't leave those memories up in the sky with the stars. He didn't want them to give up on Kuai Liang, no matter how grim it seemed for the former young Lin Kuei’s future. Ryou would wish these thoughts to be false so he wouldn't have to say goodbye... In the end, it's futile. For his demise could very well be brought down from the heavens, and despite his genuine concerns and words of caution, the reckless onion in him will do whatever it fucking takes to see his former clan burn in detritus of blood and gravel.

Upon the deep contemplation of Liang’s disquietude in tormented agony, Ryou Sakai deliberates his thoughts and stance. “If your mind is weak, even a minor difficulty is oppressive… but exerting yourself and invigorated, you should be strengthened enough for your being to become so hard to defeat even by great calamities. So, with a firm mind, you should make difficulty for difficulty. For so long as difficulties conquer you, your desire to conquer your wretched, damned world could become laughable.”

“For your need to must conquer everything will destroy you in the end. Nothing should conquer you in that regard, for this pride or yours should be wedded to you. Do you see the utmost fault in this, Liang? However more experienced we both become, we are still prone to our respective trials and tribulations. The path to improvement and greatness is never linear, but with great ups and downs. And know that your existence here is not the state of tabula rasa. It is what you make yourself to be, regardless of your past insights as an individual, a warrior, and a survivor.”  💥 ❄️ ||

#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion) #✗ bone-deep chill of despair (kuai liang || biiingchu) #✗ epitome of sunlight (ryou sakai || sonxflight) #(aureate ablaze) #(I poorly attempted at Ryou forgive me) #sonxflight