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morgana-ren · 3 years

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For Anon: Just the alleyway scene! Here you go!

There was no better display of the sickening plethora of filth that was ‘hero culture’ than the mall.

Hoards of humans crowding inside a concrete cage to throw their money at any cheap, shitty knockoff item with a famous face plastered on it. Kids ran amok, screaming and crying and leaving a trail of crumbs and slobber in their wake. Teenage girls and boys huddled around the hippest stores, fawning over the latest heart throb and shoplifting trinkets while no one was looking. It was absolutely disgusting.

They flocked to the stores like rats chasing poisoned peanut butter. Endeavor t-shirts, Uwabami makeup. Midnight lingerie. Fucking All Might everything. They all flew off the rack as fast as they could be stocked. Moronic NPCs shoveling every ounce of garbage they could find into their inventory. Every bone in his body longed to run his hand along the wall and just watch it all turn to dust.

His hatred of the general populace was one of many reasons Shigaraki didn’t make a habit out of leaving the bar. Assuming that Father had kept enough of his face hidden during his exploits for it to be somewhat safe, he still didn’t particularly enjoy crowds. People of all sizes, shapes, colors, smells, cultures, ideals, and morals but they all had one thing in common.

They all looked down on him.

In public, he always kept his head down, hood and hair covering his marred face. Hands steadily in his pocket, eyes on the ground. He pulled himself into his own body, doing his best to not draw any undue attention. It wasn’t for their benefit, of course, but his. If one more NPC stared at him, a single person let their eyes linger too long on his chapped lips, dry skin, scars, or emaciated form, he would snap and ruin everything. A massacre that ended in his incarceration would probably throw a massive sized wrench into the gears of All for One’s plan, and that was the last thing Tomura wanted.

Regardless, it made him so angry.

Not that he cared what they thought. They could drown in their own filth as far as he was concerned. He just didn’t like being stared at. It was so rude. These pack animals always pretended like they were so much better than everyone else, with their laws and their heroes. So superior. But the way they looked at him, the way their eyes crinkled in disgust, mouths agape, looking at him like he was a wet rat who crawled out of a sewer grate.

How would they look at him when their expressions were melting from their faces as they disintegrated into ash?

The situation made his fingers twitch and lip curl. Wasn’t it enough that idiot Stain had polluted the minds of the city’s villains with his ridiculous ideology? Did everything have to be such a pain in the ass?

Luckily, Shigaraki had a few hobbies that helped to calm his mind. While drinking at the bar and crisping newspapers was always a quick and easy stress relief, he had always been particularly taken with video games. Not only did he enjoy them, but he was good at them. No one could look down at you for your appearance or ideals, the only thing that mattered in the end was victory, and that was a strategy he could work with.

It didn’t matter the genre, the rating, online or off, he knew he could dominate it. He never had much trouble climbing the rankings or leveling up. Nothing mattered but his prowess, his skill, both of which he had in spades. Not to mention, it allowed him to exercise his destructive and domineering personality without drawing any real attention to himself. In fact, it even made him cool. People would fight for his allegiance during battles or races, sending him an wave of friend requests and messages with offers from their guilds or promises of friendship from their groups. He didn’t care about that. He deserved the recognition. He was only getting what was coming to him.

But even video games weren’t completely safe from the influx of hero paraphernalia pandering garbage. Gaming companies flocked to video games featuring heroes like a fly to shit. It was easily avoidable, sure, but it still pissed him off that heroes could infect the one thing he genuinely enjoyed.

Still, he had to admit, it fun wiping the floor with famous heroes in those games sometimes. Even if the villains were hideously under powered. In fact, that made it even better. If he could win a fight with a nobody villain against a famous hero in a video game where there were limited controls, can you imagine what he could do in real life where the possibilities were endless?

Soon the whole world would see. This was only the beginning.

Frankly, there was only one downside to gaming. Most new releases from the companies he liked didn’t come out with PC ports for a little while after the game’s initial release, which meant he had to leave the safety of the bar and adjourn out into the world to get brand new games. Sure, he could send Kurogiri to do it, but more than once he had come back with the wrong game in the series, or even the wrong one entirely. It was a frustrating mess, and it was easier to just avoid it all together by going himself.

Besides, sometimes walks helped him clear his head. Sometimes.

That was how he found himself here. One of his favorite companies had just released a brand new action and adventure game that he’d been dying to try ever since he saw the trailer. He’d even had Kurogiri call in advance and reserve a copy. At least he could do that right.

Shigaraki needed this. Needed to get his mind off of the Hero Killer Stain and All Might and fucking all of it. He was driving himself mad going around in circles in his own head asking himself questions he knew he didn’t have the answers to. He needed to put his head in the clouds, if only for a little while.

So he dodged through the crowds of people, weaving in and out of families and groups trying to get into the game store before he finally lost his last ounce of sanity. There seemed to be more people here than usual, which just soured his mood even further. He should have known better than to come on a weekend. He grunted past several bystanders, biting his tongue to hold back the onslaught of insults fresh in his mind. It was only when he reached a rather impenetrable wall of people that he inhaled sharply, ready to start grabbing.

A large group of pedestrians had gathered in a circle around something, which was blocking off a large portion of the walkway and therefore his path. He mumbled under his breath, tempted to forcefully move them out of the way. What in the hell was going on that was so important that it saw fit to hinder him?

“Hey, isn’t that the hero class from UA?”

“Yeah! Wow! I saw them compete in the sports festival! So awesome!”

“You guys are so cool! What’s it like at UA?”

Shigaraki stiffened. So they were here. He peered upward for a moment and saw the class huddled together, some blushing, others posing, obviously basking in their new found fame. That kid was here too. The mop of hair and splattering of freckles was visible even from where he stood. That one willing to put himself in danger over and over again for All Might. Midoriya.

Maybe it wasn’t entirely a negative thing that he found himself here on this particular day. That boy obviously had his pulse on hero culture. Maybe he could explain why people were so taken with Stain and yet completely ignored him. An ear splitting smile cut through Shigaraki’s face, irritating one of the blisters on his lower lip. He wiped the blood and waited for the crowd to disperse as the students each went off in their own direction.

When it was only him and one other student, a young girl with short brown hair, he made his move. He started heading in the direction of Midoriya, grinning wider when the young girl sped off, leaving the kid all by himself. It was so perfect. He was about to reach out and make his move when he heard it.

A voice. A voice that made his blood pound in his ears.

He stopped cold, hand stopped short of the oblivious Midoriya’s shoulder. Instinctively, his head turned in the direction of the voice, heart thrumming in his chest. Surrounded by a couple of fellow UA students, she was standing in front of a window, joking around with one of the people nearest her.

Her. She was here

His fingers began to shake as he withdrew them from Midoriya, stuffing them back into his pocket before anyone noticed him. She was here. He should have known. She was in the class too. These kids stuck together like glue. If they were here, it was certain she was nearby. Stupid stupid stupid. He had almost blown his chance.

But he hadn’t.

He turned and stalked in her direction, staying only far enough back as to not draw attention, crimson eyes glaring into the back of her head. She was laughing at something some blonde idiot in her class had said. He felt his temper go through the roof, and allowed one hand out to scratch and dig at his neck. Why was she talking to him? Why was she laughing so hard? What he said probably wasn’t even funny. He didn’t like the way that guy was looking at her. Did he like her? Did she like him?

He felt a thin trickle of liquid down his neck as his scar reopened.

He managed to tame his anger just enough to keep from rushing him. Instead, he followed the group at a distance for a while, waiting for his opportunity. He overheard something about a camping trip and something about training. Interesting. He would have to make a mental note of it. However, right now, he had other things on his mind.

The opportunity finally came when a few of the students rushed ahead to drool over some restaurant while she stayed behind, digging in her bag for her wallet. They ran off ahead, yelling at her to catch up and complaining about hunger. He heard her laugh and tell them she’d be there in a minute, she just needed a second to get some cash out. She was alone. It was time.

He came up behind her, placing his hand on her shoulder, doing his best to mask his voice.

“Hey, you’re one of those kids from UA, right? You’re practically famous! Do you think I could get an autograph?”

He felt her stiffen underneath his hold. She knew something was off, a shiver rolling down her spine as she tried to turn and look at him. He was just out of the reach of her peripheral, hair and hood hiding his features.

“Y-yeah, I am.” She raised her hand as if to pry him off, but thought better of it. “If you’ll just let me go for a second, I’ll get in my bag and get out a pen and some paper.”

Her voice was on edge, her shoulder muscles clenching. He couldn’t help but smile again.

“I saw you compete in the sports festival. You came in fourth, right? It was so cool. I bet you got so many offers from agencies. I bet everyone wants you to be their hero.” He could feel her breathing getting more shallow, feel her neck flex as she swallowed.

“I-um-Sir, I don’t really feel comfortable being touched by people I don’t know, but if you’ll remove your hand, I’ll get you an autograph or a picture if you want.”

Sir. She had called him sir. It was adorable. He wanted to hear it again.

“I noticed you got your costume fixed too. I liked better it the other way, but that way is fine too.” He chuckled. “Hey, you’re a little tense. It’s okay, we’re friends, remember?”

Realization hit her like a truck. She inhaled, biting her lip as she turned her head as much as she could in his direction. “Shigaraki!”

He leaned down, perching his head on her shoulder. “Careful, you don’t want to make a scene. All Might might not be busy this time, but there certainly a lot of civilians around. A lot of your friends too. I’d hate for something to happen.”

“What do you want?” She snarled, making a slight effort to jerk away. He didn’t let her.

“I just want to talk. Is that so bad? Or are you too cool now to catch up with an old friend?”

“We are not friends!” Growling, she reached up and dug her fingernails into his wrist.

He giggled. She had certainly gotten more feisty since their last meeting. “That’s not a very nice thing to say. I thought we hit it off pretty well.

Before she could respond, the same blonde classmate came running towards them from inside of the nearby building. Shigaraki sneered, tightening his grip on her shoulder in warning. He was no doubt coming back for her.

“Hey! We got a table and be-Woah! Who’s this guy?” The kid stopped a bit short of them, shifting between looking at her in confusion and peering suspiciously at him.

Shigaraki leaned further in and whispered under his breath. “Unless the next time you want to see him is in an urn, I suggest you get rid of him. Quickly.”

She pulled herself together, smiling happily while waving at him. “It’s cool, Denki. He’s an old friend.” A sly smirk pulled at Tomura’s mouth. “We ran into each other and thought we’d catch up a bit. Don’t wait up! I’ll meet you guys there!”

Denki continued looking back and forth between the two of them, eyes lingering on Shigaraki for a brief moment before retreating. “Okay, then. I’ll save you a spot. Don’t take too long or I’ll eat your food too!”

As they watched him walk back into the restaurant, Tomura hummed. “You’re certainly a good actress. If I hadn’t known better, I wouldn’t believe you were lying.”

“Say what you need to say and then leave.” She hissed quietly.

“Walk forward and turn into that alleyway on your left.” He gripped her with his hand, careful to leave his middle finger levitating.

“Like hell! You think I’m just going to walk into a dark alleyway with the leader of the league of villains? You’ll kill me!”

“You don’t have a choice, hero. Assuming that’s what I’m planning, it’s either you or everyone else in this area, starting with Denki.” He began walking, shoving her forward lightly. “And if I start feeling anything funny, I’ll dust you first and then move on to them.”

She exhaled in defeat, shuffling her feet forward as Shigaraki steered her toward the desolate alcove. That rendered her quirk completely useless. Shigaraki would know if she was trying to use it on him, and she didn’t want to test his promise. She had no doubt in her mind that he wouldn’t hesitate.

That didn’t mean she couldn’t get the drop on him though.

Remember your training. Duck and jab. Get out of his reach!

Not quite halfway down the passageway, she ducked and lurched back, sending her elbow careening into his stomach. He grunted in pain as he was driven back several feet away from her, taken too much by surprise to bring his hand down. She turned to face him, readying her defensive stance as he recovered from the blow.

“This again?” He wheezed, rolling his neck.

“I’m not going down without a fight!”

Sighing, he straightened his back and held his hands up. “Have it your way, then.”

She sent a few punches his direction but he dodged the brunt of them, only landing one on his injured shoulder. It was exponentially stronger than the last time they met, enough to send him reeling backwards while grabbing at his weakened limb. He coughed a few times, quickly evading her other jabs.

“You’ve been practicing.” He noted.

“I train with Midnight every week in hand to hand combat to keep people like you away!” She sent another loaded punch towards his face, which he easily sidestepped.

“Looks like it’s going well.” He deadpanned, seeming unimpressed. “I’m getting bored.”

She ignored his prodding, sending a few low kicks to his shins. He brought his own foot up, catching on the back of her knee and yanking, sending her toppling to the ground. She growled in frustration, pushing herself away from where he stood and standing back up, immediately taking stance again. She charged him one last time, sending her leg on a collision course with his hip in the hopes to knock him aside, but he simply raised his arms, catching her leg and holding it.

Her eyes widened as she began to lose balance, but before she could fall again, he slammed her into the wall closest her back using her own leg as leverage. She cried out, letting her guard down. He used the opportunity to move on her, pressing against her and pushing her further into the brick as one hand slid up from her calf to her thigh, never relinquishing its grip, while the other calmly wrapped around her neck, middle finger flexing.

He could feel her erratic breathing. She had lost to him not once, but twice now, and it barely even took any effort on his part. Her frightened eyes searched underneath his hair, but it was too shadowed beneath his hood to see much of anything. All she could make out was his teeth, visible underneath his simpering lips.

“Quiet now. Your little outburst is bound to have attracted attention.” He placed his forehead to hers, leaning forward slightly to cover her face in a curtain of his hair. She tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip on her neck “Unless you want a whole lot of nice people to die, you’ll play along.” He pressed her harder into the alley wall, crushing her body with his. He hiked her thigh up around his own and held it there with the hand that still had a grasp on it, maneuvering his hips between her now open legs.

She made a sound of disgust, trying again to turn from him, but he dug his fingernails into her thigh, eliciting a shocked gasp from her. Through the tendrils of his hair, she could see a few curious people beginning to peak into the alley entrance, drawn by the sounds of their fighting. He pushed his face so close to hers that she could feel him smile.

“You’re not making this very convincing.” He whispered. “All it would take is one little touch and I could dust them all.”

She swallowed hard, closing her eyes and preparing herself for what she had to do. Slowly, she raised her arms up over Shigaraki’s shoulders, one hand resting uneasily on the back of his neck, the other tangling up into his hair. She let her leg rest up in his hand instead of squirming, wrapping her knee around his thigh and relaxing her stance so it appeared more natural.

Shigaraki was absolutely not a fan of being touched. In fact, casual brushes in the street were often grounds for a permanent ashing. But this? Oh, he could make an exception for this.

“Good girl. Make it seem like it’s just two lovers in an alleyway looking for a little privacy.” He could smell her again, that scent he’d been dying for, trying so hard to emulate over the past few months. His heart rate was reaching peak levels, but the blood was beginning to divert away from his brain. He couldn’t help himself. He ground into her a little bit, the front of his jeans scraping against her body as he rutted, feeling the warmth of her body.

“You’re despicable.” She seethed, swallowing down a wretch.

He giggled, letting his thumb run small circles over her exposed thigh. “Prove how heroic you are, Hero. Convince me these people don’t deserve what I could do to them.”

He pushed his mouth to hers, instantly trying to snake his tongue into her mouth. At first she was unresponsive, until he brought the fingers on her neck together and clasped at a necklace she had been wearing. It crumbled instantaneously, sending a splay of ash down onto her chest. Almost immediately, she allowed him access, pliantly opening her lips for him to invade and slowly responding to his ministrations.

She tasted like she smelled, and it took every ounce of self control he had not to push her further. Although her movements were unenthusiastic and light, it didn’t matter to him. He knew he wasn’t exactly experienced in any of this, going off of tips he’d learned on Internet forums or books. He tried a few things, like biting and sucking on her bottom lip or fighting her tongue for dominance, but it seemed to make little difference to her besides the occasional tightening of her fingertips in his hair.

Despite that, he was almost beside himself. He could learn how to make her react to him in time. He was too focused on engraving her into his memory to care. He could feel every last bit of her body pressed against his own, every movement and muscle. Every curve she offered up to him and him alone and it was just like how he had imagined it would be in the dreams that had haunted his few dreaming hours ever since their first meeting.

Shigaraki had certainly not woken up that morning with the belief that he would have his tongue shoved halfway down her throat that day. If he had, he likely would have been in a much more amicable mood. Right now, he felt absolutely ecstatic. He had her right where he wanted her.

Well, not right where, but close enough. She was submitting to him because he knew her weakness. He wondered, in time, how far he could push that weakness. How far was she willing to go?

But he was nothing if not a strategist. He wouldn’t push it too far too fast. He wouldn’t risk it. He would chip away at her resolve slowly, breaking away her boundaries one at a time until there was nothing left but her submission. If it meant threatening her friends, her family, random children on the street, he didn’t care. She would be his. He decided that a long time ago. She belonged to him, and frankly he didn’t really care what she had to say about it. It wasn’t her decision.

Eventually, the last of the onlookers had left, leaving behind a handful of heckles from teenagers and reprimands from angry parents ushering their children away while covering their eyes. Her hand was yanking at his hair erratically, not in lust but in a likely plead for him to back off of her finally so she could breathe. He gave himself a minute longer, cherishing the moment before withdrawing himself, unable to stop the grin that crawled up his face.

“See? It’s not so bad now, it is? You just saved all those idiot’s lives and all it took was a few minutes.”

She couldn’t stop herself. Her hands were shaking in rage, stomach churning. She’d never felt so violated. So utterly disgusted. She could taste him in the back of her throat and feel his leftover saliva on her lips and it made her want to vomit.

She looked directly up at him, and spit in his face. It landed with in an undignified blob sliding down his cheek.

It took Shigaraki a moment to fully register what happened. He unhanded her leg, bringing it up to his face and squelching the small plop of liquid between his fingers. Slowly, he raised his head up, finally giving her a full view of his face for the first time.

She immediately regretted her actions.

He looked enraged, eyes open with beady pupils staring down at his hand. His cracked mouth was contorted in rage, snarling while rubbed three of his fingers together, spreading the coating around. His eyes flashed up at hers, and his hand clamped down on her throat, fourth finger twitching unsteadily.

“You little brat.” He spat, tightening his grip more and more by the second until she could no longer breathe. “You think you’re all high and mighty, that just because you’re a Hero that there’s no consequences for your actions. That you can treat people like trash.” His fingers dug in with bruising strength, and the longer he held them, the more little black dots began dancing in front of her vision. Her chest was trying desperately to inhale, but she couldn’t with his palm crushing her windpipe. Fear welled up inside her, and the longer she struggled for breath, the more overpowering it became. “I can show you how wrong you are.”

“I-I’m So-orry!” She croaked out, pleading with him for air. His eyes flashed dangerously, and he loosened his grip only enough that he could make out her words.

“Speak up. I can’t hear you.”

“I’m sorry! It was-” Her mind raced, searching for the right words to placate him. “It was rude of me, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done it. I beg your forgiveness, Shigaraki. Please forgive me!”

He let his hand sit firm for a few more seconds. He was still twitching with anger, but something about hearing her beg, beg him for forgiveness sent a wave of pleasure through him. Of course she was going to be defiant at first. He could forgive her this once. After all, she would be making it up to him in the end regardless.

He smiled down at her, ghosting his fingers on her neck as she coughed and sputtered, trying to catch her breath. “Just don’t do it again. I hate people with no manners.”

She shook her head, eyes bright and fearful. After that, she didn’t dare try using her quirk on him or bothering to fight him again. She was entirely at his mercy. This guy was insane. He didn’t even need to use his quirk to kill her. He would just suffocate her and leave her body in the alley way. What was his deal? Was he still harboring a grudge from their last encounter? Why was he here now?

Finally regaining her breath, she peered up at him hesitantly, studying his face. “Did you follow me here?”

He seemed taken back for a minute, before chuckling a little underneath his breath. “Follow you here? No. I was actually here for a completely separate reason and just happened to run into you. Isn’t that lucky?”

“Yeah. Lucky.” She grunted, lamenting her choices. She knew she should have stayed in bed today

“I was actually about to grab Midoriya when I saw you. I just couldn’t help myself.”

She furrowed her brows. “But why?” She didn’t understand what this man wanted with her. He didn’t seem to outright want her dead, but wasn’t content letting her live in peace either.

He let out a heinous cackle, letting three of his fingers on his free hand wander up to his neck and scratch. Why was he telling her any of this? “I guess I just find you intriguing.” He tore at his neck anxiously for a moment while she stared at him. The way she was looking at him was making him feel itchy and hot all over. Underneath his hoody, he felt like it was one hundred degrees, which given the weather, might not have been far off. He felt uncomfortable in his own skin, anxious, stomach twisting in knots. He hated that she had this control over him.

He pulled his hand away from his sweating neck, reaching up to touch her face once more. He wanted to feel her skin, how soft it was. Just wanted to graze his fingers across her face so he could remember how she felt even after she’d gone. However, when he raised it up by her head, the sleeve of his jacket rode up his arm, revealing the piece of cloth he had tied around his wrist.

Immediately her eyes were drawn to it, and she gulped hard, a horrified expression etched on her features. “Is that… Is that my…”

Shigaraki realized what had spooked her. Tied around his wrist was the unmistakable pattern of her costume, ripped from her torso during the attack on U.S.J. His eyes darkened. There was no sense in lying to her now.

“You recognize it, huh?” He lowered his hand down, bringing it between both of their faces. “I’ve kept it on me since.”

Her breathing became inconsistent and staggered, mouth agape in terror. “W-why?”

He leaned in again, scraping the cloth against her neck, hoping to siphon some of her scent back onto it. “I think it helps keep me focused.”

Her vision spiraled. She could ignore a few consistencies but this was all to much to be a coincidence. Something she had done had gotten his attentions enough to keep it on her, even endear herself to him in some twisted way. He wasn’t just doing this because it made her uncomfortable or to spite her like she initially thought. If she didn’t know better, she would say it was something resembling a crush.

“S-Shigaraki, I don’t-” She cut herself off. What could she possibly say? ’Hey supervillain, not interested?’ ‘Thanks for the flattery but I’m a hero?’ Our careers kind of make it impossible for us to be together but thanks for the interest?’

It didn’t really matter, she had a feeling he wasn’t interested in her opinion on the matter.

“You’re everything I hate, you know.” His voice was soft, gentle even. He had hidden his eyes behind his hair again, and despite refusing to move away from her, he seemed a few miles off. “You heroes. You piss me off. If I had my way, I would have killed every one of you the first time we crossed paths.” There was a distant cold in his voice that made her shiver. “I wanted to. Kill you. It would have been easy too. All I had to do is wrap my fingers around your pretty little neck and squeeze and you’d have been gone before you could even scream for help. I bet that really would have thrown one over an All Might too. One of his precious students turned to dust while he was in the same room. Sometimes I think I should have.”

There was no deception in his voice. He was telling the truth. Somehow it terrified her more than when he had gotten violent. He lowered his hand back down, grabbing her chin with his thumb and index finger.

“But I have better ideas now. There are worse things than death.” He lifted his head, and she felt her soul plummet. His eyes were manic and deranged, boring down into her with the promise of unknown horror. His smile was wide and frenzied, nearly breaking his cracked lips into shards all over again. There was a strange flush across his pallid cheeks, something almost akin to a blush, like he was flustered even thinking about it.

She wanted to cry. She wanted to crawl away. Find a rock somewhere and hide under it, anywhere where he couldn’t find her. Something told her he wasn’t saying this just to frighten her. The possibilities that could run through a madman’s mind were things she didn’t want to consider. Things that he considered worse than death were beyond the realm of what she wanted to realize herself. He placed another soft kiss to her mouth, and she was too paralyzed in fear to stop him.

He looked like he was about to speak when Denki’s voice rang through the alley way. “Hey, what gives? We’ve been waiting forever!” Both she and Tomura turned their heads toward the entrance to see Denki standing there with a beaming smile, eyes closed and holding up several bags of food in his closed hands. “We didn’t wait for ya, but we got you leftovers! Took us forever to find you! What the hell are you doing down here anyway?” He opened his eyes and nearly dropped the food, face red with embarrassment as a few of her classmates crowded around as well with equally shocked expressions.

“Someone’s getting’ some.” Eijiro whispered to a blushing Mina who was giggling behind her hand. Momo scowled over at the pair, giving them a death glare.

“Are we interrupting something?” Fumikage asked, trying to be as polite as possible in the given situation.

“I didn’t realize you were with so many people!” Shigaraki immediately withdrew his hands, stepping away from her but taking care to keep his face shadowed. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to keep you held up.”

Eijiro chuckled at his words and she felt like she could just die.

“I’m off then. It was nice catching up. Don’t worry, we’ll see each other soon!” He spoke loud enough for them to hear before he leaned inconspicuously and whispered in her ear. “If any of you follow me, I’ll get angry. I’d hate to kill half his class without All Might here to see it.”

He started walking but stopped short a few seconds later. “Oh! One last thing, hero.” He pulled her in close to his side, hands fishing his phone out of his pocket. “You promised me a picture.” He held his phone up, getting one snapshot with her in frame. Although his features were still almost entirely hidden behind his hair, she was completely exposed, expression like a deer in headlights. It would do for now. He placed his phone back in his pockets, giving her one last look before turning away and ambling off down further into the alleyway, turning out of her sights after a few seconds.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend?” Mina called, still giggling behind her palm.

“No!” She shook her head vigorously, trying to hold back the tears and the sick that were clawing their way up her throat, acting as natural as she could. “Look, can we just get out of here? Please?”

Her friends all looked at her confused for a moment, shrugging before following her as she took off.

As he heard their voices drift further and further off, Shigaraki brought his fingers up to his lips, grazing where hers had been. He still tasted her, and he was trying to savor every moment. He didn’t know for sure how long it would be until she was in his arms again, only that she would be. He needed to calm down. He needed to be patient.

He forced himself down the streets and passageways away from the mall, farther from her but thinking of nothing but all the while. His head didn’t feel any clearer, if anything it felt more clouded and stimulated than it had before, but he was fine with that. He didn’t get to ask Midoriya what the difference between him and Stain was, but that mattered little to him now. There would be other opportunities for that. He did curse himself as he remembered he had forgotten to pick up his game, but he shrugged it off. If his estimates were correct, it wouldn’t be available for much longer anyway.

The sun sank behind the horizon, giving way to the darkness of the night sky. When he felt secure enough, he placed Father back on his face, making his way back home under the cover of shadow. His body was shivering, but not from the cold. He could hardly believe anything that happened today.

When he finally turned the knob to enter the bar, Kurogiri immediately turned towards him in a panic.“Tomura Shigaraki, is all well? The mall you attended today has been shut down. I was worried that you were detained and perhaps incarcerated.”

“Don’t be stupid, Kurogiri. I’m right here.” He lumbered over to the bar, sitting half-haphazardly in the seat. Kurogiri decided it was better not to question him, opting to pour him a drink instead. He turned towards the TV, which was playing news footage of the mall, giving minimal details about the incident but describing a notorious villain spotted there. “So she told.” He muttered under his breath, smirking. “I figured she would.”

Kurogiri heard his words, but decided it would go against his mental health to question Tomura on the incident if it was indeed what he thought it was. Revealing his face would have far reaching consequences for the league. Judging by the way he was lovingly picking at the ratted material tied around his wrist, he had found that girl again. So his obsession hadn’t in fact died. This would not bode well.

The rest of the night continued on relatively average. Tomura drank and cussed and ranted about All Might and the Hero Killer Stain, staring down at his phone in the intervals. Kurogiri polished his glasses, offering advice where he could and bearing the brunt of Tomura’s abuses when he couldn’t. It almost gave him hope that maybe Shigaraki could put this whole incident behind him instead of obsessing over it like he often did.

That is, until most of the way through the night, Tomura stumbled off the bar stool, clinging onto the counter as he shambled towards his room in the back. He paused momentarily, turning to face Kurogiri for a few seconds before slamming his door.

“Hey Kurogiri, you know those old storage rooms we have? I need them cleaned out. We’ll be having a guest soon. I want to make sure she’s comfortable.”

#NSFT slightly #alleyway moleeeeesteeeeeeeer #god this could have been done so so much better dude #but here y'all go!#Free for yall to do what you wish

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klauskalgreeves · 3 years

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Rakata Prime was an unaffiliated planet on the outer rim. Claims had been reported to the GAR that there had been a hostile invasion of separatist forces terrorising the natives, and the Supreme Chancellor had sanctioned that the nearest General and Clone division investigate these claims. Given their close proximity to the planet (being in the Outer Rim at the time) the 212th had been selected to inspect the nature of such allegations. Cody and a squad were sent ahead of time (with great displeasure to all those involved) as Obi-Wan and the rest of the battalion were needed to wind up on a humanitarian mission they were currently engaged in.

They had landed on the planet two days ago, having spent the first few days taking notes of the landscape and designing a battle plan. Rakata prime was a primarily dry planet, with extensive plains of nothing but farmland and rolling trees.

Easy enough to stay discrete if they stuck to the tree line. But with enough space to plant their heavy guns as a second line of defence.

In all it was the kind of planet Cody had seen a hundred times over.

Once he’s briefed the men he gives the order to press forward, standing back and watching as the troopers move out. His initial intention had been to comm his general in the quiet revive and give him a quick update before the fight begins.

This pause allows him to catch two stragglers fall behind.

He frowns, observing from his vantage point as the two figure seems to linger close to the tree line. The cleanliness of their armour is a straight give away that they’re both shinies: as is their demeanour.

From what he can see, one man is tugging at the others shoulder, helmet whipping back and forth in a way Cody knows is more nervous than observational. His partner is crouched on the ground, hand smoothing over something in the dirt.

Once it appears that the two are going to fall behind Cody starts forward, approaching the pair.

They don’t notice him straight away (something he’s going to have to take note of), but now he is closer he can half understand why. The shiny on the ground is fixated and the shiny trying to pull him away is muttering a nervous spiel of regulations, fingers of his spare hand tapping a nervous ‘click click click’ against his thigh plate in a way Cody is surprised the Kaminoan’s didn’t condition out of him.

“Find anything interesting?” He asks, crossing his arms and taking a step back as the pair shoot upwards instantly, fumbling to remove their buckets.

“Commander!”

“Sir! Commander! Sir!”

Both men are now standing at attention in front of him, which gives Cody a better chance to scrutinise them.

As he had initially distinguished, their armour is squeaky clean- not a scratch or battle tell insight. In fact, it’s painfully apparent that the two men haven’t even had the chance to settle onto the negotiator: the colours of the 212th are absent from their helmets.

The lack of time clearly hadn’t deterred the curious trooper from trying, however, given his paint-stained fingertips. A sloppy line of gold has been added to his companion's chest plate, streaky in a way that comes with using fingers instead of a brush. On his own armour, there is a slapdash attempt at what looks like a wave on his shoulder plate: though it’s clearly bled and looks more like he’s leaned against a wet wall.

Cody appreciates their attempts at individuality, though he is less than impressed by their carelessness so thus displayed.

“What’s your name, troopers?”

Gold fingertips answers first. “I’m jitter! Sir! Commander, I mean. My names Jitter.”

Nervous tapper answers second. “Click, Sir.”

‘That makes sense’ Cody thinks, inclining his helmet and purposely looking in the direction the rest of the squad is headed- now out of sight.

“Well Jitters and Click, you must have a good reason to be falling behind on your first campaign. I’d love to hear it, since it was clearly so important.”

Click begins talking before he’s even finished his sentence, fingers tightening into fists and relaxing. It seems the longnecks had tried to curb the habit after all.

“We are so sorry, Commander. We didn’t mean to fall behind; we can only apologise. We’ll join the rest of the men and report to you afterwards for punishment. Again, we're sorry. Come on, Jit.”

But Jitter doesn’t seem so inclined to move. The shiny hesitates, feet shuffling from side to side in a way that isn’t necessarily nervous. In fact, Cody would stipulate that the movements are not born from anxiety, but are a way of whipping up as much dust from the ground as possible.

“It was my fault, sir. Click has nothing to do with it. We’ll be on our way now; I only got distracted by the flowers.”

That pauses his impeding lecture, if only for the sheer irregularity of the sentence.

“The flowers?”

Instead of speaking Jitter produces a small white flower and holds it up in presentation.

“You’ve fallen behind and risked attack for flowers?” Cody asks incredulously, quirking his eyebrow.

Click’s face is now flushed, and Jitter seems at least abashed, ducking his head down to look at the plant in his hand. “I’m aware it sounds bad. It’s just... we’ve never seen one before, sir. I was only curious, see. We’ve been on Kamino this whole time- we didn’t know there was ground that wasn’t hard and that places didn’t rain all day. And I saw the flowers and got distracted. I’ve only ever seen them in a book, once. I didn’t know they were real things. But it's my fault we've fallen behind; Click doesn't deserve to be punished for my mistakes.”

Cody is taken aback, and the lecture he had prepared dies in his throat.

Sometimes he forgets what it’s like to be a shiny leaving Kamino. Perhaps it was different from him- he was CC class, and his training left absolutely no room or time for curiosity. But for many of their men it’s natural to be fascinated by all the little things life offers.

He’s never met anyone spellbound by dirt and flowers, but the innocence and childlike wonder are vaguely endearing.

Cody sighs, switching his gaze between the two until he starts to see them physically squirm before he beckons his head in the direction of the trees. “Hm. Well, Jitter, I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time after this campaign to explore the exciting properties of dirt. But right now, you’re needed on the front lines. Move out, troopers.”

This seems to spur both men, and Click begins pushing at his brothers back, casting a thankful look at him.

“Sir, yes, sir,” they reply in tandem, straightening their spines and marching on in the direction the others went in.

Cody takes a moment to watch them, shaking his head fondly under his helmet before he follows behind.

Looks like he’s got another twin pair on his hands. If their anything like Waxer and Boil, he’s looking forward to getting to know them.

———

If Cody thought the battle was bloody, the aftermath was bloodier.

He stands amongst a sea of white plastoid that had once been reverently marked with gold markings- now stained red and splattered with mud.

Around him, the bustling sounds of equipment being packed up is eerily loud compared to the oppressive silence that comes with loss. As always, he feels a weighty sense of responsibility as he looks out at the bodies of his brothers: those he knew personally and those who had only just left Kamino. Death does not discriminate; he understands, but Cody is their Commander, and every battle his men die is another blow to his unwavering resolve.

Sighing heavily he scrubs a hand down his face, allowing a lingering moment to breathe through the brief flare of anger he feels at the fact they cannot recover the bodies and give them the funeral they deserve. Such is the consequence of war, apparently. His only solace is that they will have a remembrance ceremony later to share memories about their brothers who are now marching on.

It’s as he’s walking back to the ship that his attention is snared. To his left are two bodies: one thrown over the other. It is not unusual for some of the vode to defend their ori’vod or batch mate. However, what catches his eye is the unusual armour decoration- a poorly painted chest plate, streaks still visibly even under a layer of grime. His stomach drops instantly and he drops his gaze without much thought to the clone curled underneath, catching sight of painted fingertips curled around a fistful of dirt.

A crushed flower lies just out of reach, yellow this time.

Cody closes his eyes.

Here lies a body of a shiny who had only just stepped foot off Kamino. He didn’t know some places didn’t rain. He hadn’t seen vast planets of grassland; he hadn’t seen the great desert plains and the bustle of city planets like Courscant. He had barely seen any of this universe, and now he never will.

He died in the mud that he had found so fascinating only hours before, along with his brother who radiated nerves and careful consideration.

They were just shinies. They were just kids.

But the Republic don’t see them that way. They’re just soldiers, to them.

They’re nothing but buckets. Feet on the ground. Numbers.

Cody signs again, allowing one last moment to glance at the sad scene. Such is the way of war, he understands. But that doesn’t make it much more manageable.

It never has, and it never will.

He bends down, picking up the crushed flower and places it on Jitters chest plate. Then he straightens his shoulders and moves on, heading back to the ship so they can meet the rest of the 212th at the rendezvous.

——

At remembrance that night, no one comments on the freshly painted flower on his shoulder pad.

No one needs to.

After all, no one understands loss quite like the clones.

They don’t have possessions. They don’t have homes with trinkets and items. Memories are all they have, and dedications are all they can give.

Jitter and Click never got to experience much in their life cycle, but Cody won’t let that be in vain. He’ll live for them.

And from now on, he'll take more time to appreciate the flowers.

#okay this has been rattling in my head since I watched the episode #and is based on my last post #but i can’t stop being sad about the clones #ughhhh #anyway #the clones deserve better #commander cody #enjoy my oc’s I love them #I’m sorry I killed them #Cody is the big brother who’s long suffering but he loves all his brothers #the clone wars #my Drabble #this kinda grew arms and legs it was only meant to be like 500 words ahahaha #bad batch

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grandmascottlang · 5 years

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a beauty and a beast ch.1 (b.b.)

So. I am so freaking sorry that this has taken weeks to come out. So much happened that I don’t really want to get into, but it really prevented me from being able to finish and post this story, and I’m really excited to write it! This is for @sincerelymlg‘s writing challenge! I hope you enjoy this! (Also note: I changed the story a little bit so that it is more modern but it still follows the main story!)

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Summary: A tale as old as time between a beauty and a beast. [Modern!Beauty and the Beast!AU]

Warnings: Fluff, angst, slightly unedited writing, Bucky isn’t in this part (sorry!), also if you squint there might be a Good Omens reference or two lol

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Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived a young woman who was obsessed with reading, writing, and anything else that had to do with literature. She lived in a small town where everyone knew everyone. But when she was reading, she was in her own little world. And people didn’t like that.

The people of this village liked people who were open and very involved in the community, so when someone was reclusive and shied away from most community events, rumors were started.

“Maybe she’s crazy.”

“Maybe she’s ill.”

“Maybe she’s waiting for the right moment to leave.”

Leaving the community was almost as scary as someone finding the small town that was in the middle of nowhere and attempted to move in. Needless to say, the people feared change. The very thought of change irked them to their cores, scorched their souls, reeked of treason, or rather, resentment.

[Name] was never one to shy away from these rumors, she didn’t want to be like everyone else who acted almost robotically, she always thought of her village as one of the cities that she read about in dystopian societies. It was too perfect for her, and nothing in the world should be and truly is perfect.

Her adoptive father, Steve Rogers, was always encouraging her to break out of the norm and be her own individual instead of being what everyone expected of her. She excelled in school and aspired to be a famous published author after she made it out of her hometown.

“Dad?” She asked Steve one day.

Steve cocked an eyebrow at her, briefly pausing from his writing. He was in the process of writing a fictitious war novel, most likely another one of his best sellers (except of course in the town the two lived in, where becoming a writer was looked down upon and shunned). “Hm?” He turned around in his spinning office chair to look at his daughter. “Something you need?”

“I just wanted to run an idea by you quickly before I head over to the bookshop and before you leave for your convention! My favorite author, besides you of course,” she chuckled, always having admired her old man’s writing, “is gonna be over there signing! I found out that he was going to stop here during his book tour at the bookshop!” She began to converse with Steve about his thoughts about the idea and afterward, she grabbed the book that she wished to get signed along with her bag and bolted out of the house, yelling a quick “Bye, dad!” as her hand turned the handle to go outside.

On her dash over to the bookshop, eyes tracked her path, followed by sneers and rude statements being said to her. Seeing someone run to the bookshop was odd, and to the town, she really was an odd girl.

She opened the door to the surprisingly large bookstore (which looked from the outside as if it took up an eighth of the space as it did in reality), heading to the second floor of the store.

“Hello, [Name]! Good to see that you’re back again! Are you here for the book signing?” the store owner questioned her, a bright smile on her face.

“Vienna! I’ve missed you! I’m sorry I haven’t been able to stop by recently, but I’ve been working on my own writing so much that I really haven’t thought of giving myself a break,” she giggled, scratching the back of her neck in embarrassment. “And yes! I’ve been so excited about this for weeks! I’ve been telling my dad about how much I love his book and when I saw our little village on the book tour list, I screamed!”

“Oh, stop it, girl, you just stopped by last week to pick up a book! Don’t apologize. And I was so excited! His agent, however peculiar, reached out to me and asked if he could stop here during his book tour and of course, I said yes! He is one of my favorite authors after all, too!” Vienna said, beginning to ramble off about the email that she received from the author’s quite… odd agent to say the least as she began to lead [Name] over to where the book signing was.

“Anyway, as soon as you get your book published, you have to let me know! I really wanna sell it here; I have to support my best friend!” Vienna smiled over at [Name] before stopping in front of the author’s signing booth.

[Name] smiled back, waving as her friend, the bookshop owner, began to walk away to reshelve some books that had just been shipped to her store.

She pulled the book out of her bag, smiling at the blond man in front of her. “Hi, I’m [Name] and I absolutely adore your books, Mr. Fell! All of your historical fiction seems very real but at the same time, extremely entertaining and interesting to read, it’s impossible for me to put a book down!”

“Have fun this weekend, old man!” [Name] waved her dad off as he pulled out of the driveway, smiling at her before focusing his attention on the road.

[Name] walked back in the house, closing the door behind behind her. She told Steve to text her as soon as he was boarding his plane to the convention, and the name of it had slipped her mind. While she waited for his text, she picked up the book that she was currently reading and waited, passing the time with a good book.

After a few hours and no word from Steve, [Name] began to get worried. Seventeen of her calls went to voicemail and she grabbed her car keys and dashed out of the house.

She remembered her dad saying that he was going to take a short cut to the airport through the forest by the town and she began her drive in that direction.

She couldn’t remember there ever being a forest by the town until a few months ago and the woods seemed more mysterious than they initially had. As she drove deeper into the woods, it got darker and became almost pitch black when it was only an hour past noon when she started driving. On top of that, it was the middle of summer and it was snowing. Something wasn’t right.

Her headlights reflected off of something and she stopped the car. She hopped out and didn’t worry about her feet getting wet from the snow. She had other things to worry about.

She walked closer to what her headlights were reflecting off of. Steve’s car was totaled and his phone was in shambles. She could see spots of blood staining the snow red, leading away from the car and deeper into the forest.

She shivered from the cold and headed back into her car, following the general direction of the blood. She was also shaking from the thought of what could’ve happened to Steve.

[Name] drove for about twenty minutes until she stumbled across a clearing in the forest, revealing a mysterious looking castle. ‘Why have I never seen this place before or at least heard of it?’ she questioned herself as she opened her car door, exiting her car. She slammed the door shut, seemingly in awe of the massive structure in front of her. She walked up the marble staircase, continuing to follow Steve’s (or at least what she believed was Steve’s) blood.

The castle oozed an aura of nobility and richness, but it was covered in vines and in different places, the castle looked almost faded away. It looked very regal, yet run down at the same time. The doors were a great example of this: they were large, ebony-wooden doors that were carved to portray a scene of a knight riding on his horse into battle and the night seemed to be almost faded into the background, with moss covering his face.

Once [Name] had opened the doors to the strange castle, she looked around the grand foyer. “Dad? Dad, where are you?” she screamed. She began to look around more frantically when she heard a faint “[Name]?” from somewhere deep in the castle.

The castle was fairly well-lit, the girl looked and admired all of the architecture, it seemed as if it had been ripped right from the pages of her favorite novels. It was very fairytale-esque and the girl questioned how on Earth no one had mentioned that such a place existed only a few miles away from the town.

While she marveled at the architecture, she also noticed that every piece of furniture, every decoration, had a very antique feeling to it. Even though many of these items seemed outdated, they looked as if they had been used regularly and recently, however, the castle seemed deserted and empty.

There was a candelabrum placed on a small, oddly placed table. The candelabrum was immaculate and very well detailed, with gold leaves and vines traveling along all of the different “arms” holding up the candles. There wasn’t a single spot on it that faded with age and it looked shiny as if it was new. There was a box of matches next to it, clearly placed there to light the wicks of the candles.

The table stood next to a large, dark oak door. When [Name] opened the door, there was a staircase leading downwards, without any lighting leading down into the passage.

[Name]’s first instinct was to reach for her phone and use the flashlight on it, but she couldn’t find her phone anywhere. She facepalmed after remembering that she left it in the car’s cupholder and she knew that her dad was more important than any phone.

She struck one of the matches on the striking surface, lit the three candles on the candelabrum, and began her descent further and deeper into the castle.

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weaselle · 5 years

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Beat drop.

Wy begins to dance, a shuffling stomping dance. As the dance builds in energy, the decay of the immediate space around them intensifies. The dance and the decay and the music all build, until the dance is a very acrobatic breakdance ballet, and the surrounding area of entropy has reduced everything within it to dust and ash and dirt, clearly defining the area’s sharp edged shape: a perfect sphere about twenty feet across with Wy in the center.

beat drops out, just the melody plays.

Now the dance stops and Wy begins to walk. As the beat stutters back in Wy makes a motion or stomps or gives something a Look in time to each drum hit - and each motion causes that same entropic effect. Wy flings their arm out toward a new mercedes, and it ages, the tires bald, the surface weathers, a patina develops on the windshield. Wy glares at an expensive bike left in a driveway and the tires go flat, the seat falls in, the handlebars bend.

The beat crashes back in as Wy stalks to the rhythm.

Wy is creating bigger changes. Shaking both hands at a bougie store front like shaking water off their hands, they turn it into a liquor store. Inside, the items on the shelves are changing, from healthy snacks and pricey goods into liquor and tobacco and junk food. The proprietor and a customer are in the middle of a transaction. The customer has their wallet out and open, full of cash; he and the proprietor are talking and laughing. As the place changes, they change. Their clothes become threadbare and stained. Their health appears effected, as they suddenly show physical signs of hardship and chronic stress – the proprietor is now balding, the customer is missing teeth. As the store around them finishes changing into a liquor store, the customer looks at their now empty wallet and immediately starts robbing the proprietor.

Back out on the sidewalk, Wy is marching forcefully onward, wreaking havoc. They perform a complicated dance move at a newly renovated house and it ages explosively, windows blowing out, paint pealing as if in a heat blast, roof sagging suddenly.

As Wy, clearly upset, continues this walk of withering, they begin to strip off their clothing, and change, in a vaguely lycanthropic way. They take off their jacket. Their hoodie. Their shirt. As the clothing comes off, their body changes - Wy becomes a larger winged humanoid, half angel half demon, all furious. Their body is denser, as if made of stone, weight cracking the pavement; wings unfurl behind them, one black and iridescent red feathered, one with feathers of bluish white and metallic gold. Feathers from their wings grow all the way along the shoulders and lay over the chest, beneath which, any gender is possible. Their pants tear away and the knee of each leg bends backward as they change below the waist – what might be goat or boar on one side, what looks like horse on the other. They remain androgynous, not in a static way, but fluidly seeming very feminine or very masculine depending on angle, lighting, or expression. Hair is in a state of flux, growing out and shortening, taking a variety of styles. Bluish cracking electricity crawls around their glowing white angel eye, black smoke wisps from their demon eye which throbs with dull red light. They stalk the street as music sounds around them. Their demonic attributes seem… more noticeable, than their angelic characteristics. More… in charge of the whole being.

Wy stalks the streets, a half demon half angel bestial principality. They scream at a passing car and it breaks down, aging 30 years in an instant, smoke pouring from under the hood. Their tears sizzle into the asphalt creating potholes and cracks. Crude graffiti sprouts on walls as they walk past. Wooden fences rot.

As Wy pulls the… quality, out of everything around them, they continue changing. The angel attributes are taking over the demonic ones. It is as if Wy is sucking the positive energy out of their surroundings and into themself, transforming into a full angel. The music is shifting, incorporating classical instrument samples and choir hits and becoming generally more up-beat.

A whole and beautiful but terrifying angel stands in the road. All around, the once glittering neighborhood has been turned into a place of poverty and neglect.

The angel Wy stands a moment in contemplation, the music breaks down to a single flute, or harp, or something. Wy seems to see something in the distance and leaps 6,000 feet into the air, rushing back down to earth in nearly the same second and landing in the middle of an inner city.

The music finishes it’s shift, nearly pop rock, a total bop – Janelle Monae, Bruno Mars, and Maroon Five must be producing together now.

Wy the angel dances energetically along the street through the run down neighborhood. As he dances, the sidewalk mends, the potholes fill, paint jobs on buildings become new.

Three people trying to get an old broken down car running are surprised to find they are under the hood of the same car, but new as the day it was first built, running perfectly. People’s clothes become new and expensive, in the same style, but higher quality. Chain link fences become ornate wood or wrought iron. Wy dances past a wall covered in a large graffiti mural and.. the wall doesn’t change at all.

Pointing at a wheel-less bike leaning against an abandoned couch, it becomes a brand new street bike next to an artisan sausage and lemonade kiosk. The bum on the street is suddenly behind the dog and drink stand in decent clothes, looking a little startled, but someone is already putting money in his hand and asking for two lemonades. Behind him, a framed food critic review with his picture proclaims him the owner.

The music is getting harder. Glitchy. Less harp and flute sample, more electric guitar and record scratches. Moodier.

Wy is changing too, the earlier effect in reverse, pouring all the goodness out of themself and becoming an entire demon.

Finally, Wy is all demon once more - still terrifying, and still beautiful. They look around hungrily, angrily, and see something in the distance. They leap Up! Down! and land somewhere that might be Beverly Hills. Close up as Wy looks around themself at the shiny neighborhood full of hoarded wealth. The demon is very angry at what it sees. FADE.

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owlespresso · 6 years

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SUPPORT / PANNE

I love Panne so much and I’m thrilled to write for her! Thank you, @sabbywrites for beta-reading this and giving me feedback! If you like this, please consider donating to my ko-fi, which can be found HERE!! 1 ko-fi=1 headcanon request!

“I can’t believe it’s gonna be fall, soon,” Your wistful statement was muffled by the stack of books held in your arms, reaching right below your eyes. After being injured a week ago, Robin insisted on keeping you off the battlefield during your recovery. It made you pretty restless, despite the heavy amount of chores Robin doled out to you.

You were desperate to contribute! After all, dead weight didn't get fed. Dead weight didn't deserve a spot in the Shepherds, the most elite class of warriors in the kingdom.

You were lucky that Chrom gave you this chance. If he had been less generous, you would've still been roaming the lower half of Ylisse, scouring the sands for materials and items, making deliveries between towns, dodging Risen attacks.

"Autumn is a pleasant season," Panne eyed you cautiously as the books teetered. She held a basket of fresh ingredients. "Do you dislike it?" Her question makes you frown. You hadn't considered what time of year she likes the most.

"It just starts to get darker really fast, you know?" You shifted the heavy books, attempting to alleviate the aching in your muscles. The pathway you were on was thankfully clear and worn, as the Shepherds had been moving things to and fro the different parts of camp. The strategist cabin and lounge (more of a place for weary Shepherds to rest, without being crowded in the barracks), were up a steep hill and through a small patch of forest. You were glad that they decided to set up a semi-permanent camp in the middle of the country. The mild weather made staying warm and keeping cool much easier. "I like everything else, though. Especially all the festivals that happen."

"I see," Panne hummed thoughtfully. Her lack of strong expressiveness made her hard to get a read on, but you admired how steadfast and straight-to-the-point she was. Arguments tended to end very quickly with her around, because she always encouraged both sides to be blatant about their desires and problems, making communication easier. "The taguel also held festivals during the autumn. It seems that humans are not so different from us, in that regard. What kinds of festivals are there?"

"Well, there's the Harvest Festival, which is more towards the south and west 'cause that's where most of the farmers are," You explained. "But everyone around the kingdom tends to celebrate the equinox.”

"As my people also did," Panne nodded as the two of you reached the second part of camp. The forest trail opened up to reveal a large clearing with a hut to the right of it. Wooden staircases had been built into the cliffside, leading up to various buildings such as the armory, the lounge and the gambling house. You were originally against the idea of letting others gamble their funds away, but Robin shrugged and agreed without much fuss. It was a way to keep them busy (not bored) you supposed. Not like you could dispute with him. You were a lowly rookie, your opinion was no match for the seasoned tactician.

"What kinds of things did you do during festivals, Panne?" You inquired, ambling towards the stairs. Holding the huge pile was really beginning to take a large toll on your arms, which were much more used to handling a light lance or tome. You took in a deep breath as you ascended the first step, pulling yourself to together.

"We made a special kind of pastry," Panne explained, "By putting dough in large, wooden buckets and hitting it with a hammer. The entire warren would get in groups and each make one. At the end, the elders would taste each one and give out awards to the winners. But there was also dancing and feasting and the like." She said, before her gaze darted down to you. Her lips parted around the sound of your name and you froze, heat creeping up the back of your neck. You liked the way she said it. "Let me carry those."

"Oh, I couldn't possibly—" You spluttered. As much as your muscles ached, you hated the idea of burdening her with a task that you were supposed to complete. Undeterred by your hesitance, Panne slid the basket she had been holding so the handle was fit snugly in her elbow, before reaching up and grabbing half of the books you had been carrying.

Her thick muscles flexed with the motion, and you found yourself utterly stupefied as she continued up towards the study with little to no problem.

While you wanted to be cross about it (feeling underestimated was never fun) you knew that you likely would have taken a nasty slide down the stairs had you pushed yourself too far.

From the few, other times you've interacted with Panne, you've come to realize that she speaks with actions more than words. She tosses a glance over her shoulder and you scurry to follow, boots thunking against the sturdy, wooden steps.

"Thank you, Panne," You said nervously as you walked next to her, suddenly overcome with the realization that you might have somewhat of a crush on her. "That was really nice of you.'

"It was only the right thing to do," She declared. "But, you could pay me back by letting me have half of your dessert, tonight." Mischief curled into her voice and you jolted, trying to calm the heat that was building up in your cheeks. Panne, joking? Who would've thought?

Maybe she only joked with people she was comfortable with. The notion that she felt safe enough to show hidden parts of herself to you made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, despite your limited interactions with her.

You held back a loud sigh of relief when you finally reached the study. You swept ahead of Panne, knocking on the door, before opening it. Robin, hunched over at his desk, raised his head and greeted you with a smile, inviting you to step in. Panne arrived a mere moment later and you shut the door behind her as Robin stood up, telling you where to put each tome and novel. He clearly had a neat system of organization.

Robin was nice and all, but you wished the trip here lasted longer. You wanted to hear Panne talk more.

The sounds of war raged all around you. Horses cried and whinnied, soldiers screamed and writhed on the ground. The grass was stained with blood, a sight you've long grown accustomed to. The horror you used to react with had been replaced by an idle sense of exhaustion as you watched blades sink into flesh, watched red gush from open wounds. You didn't need to pay attention to all of these sights and sounds right now, because you’d inevitably see them again later while you were sleeping. It was no wonder that you hardly got a wink of rest.

You cleaved the head off a Plegian shoulder and grimaced, before swiftly stepping over his body, knocking your shoulder into an enemy that was trying to catch Ricken by surprise. The small mage turned to you as the enemy soldier stumbled and fell to the ground, your lance buried in his chest.

"Thanks!" He called, and you notice that he was purposely keeping his gaze glued to your face, so he didn't have to look down at the man you just killed. You nodded and darted off to a different part of the battlefield.

The fight raged on for another twenty minutes before the enemy commander gave a call to retreat. As much as you would have liked to pursue and take care of them all then and there, you knew that Chrom had a different, more merciful way of doing things. He was raised differently, by a woman more kind and courteous than any of the merchants who tossed you between them.

You sat outside the healer's tent and tried to calm your wild breathing. Your lance, still stained with blood, rested at your side. Today, you got lucky. You managed to get out of this one with only minor bruises and scratches. The autumn sunlight felt like a chill over the camp, instead of making it warmer. Lon'qu limped across the clearing, one hand holding his side, eyebrows furrowed as though deep in concentration. Maribelle was sharp on his heels, one of her hands pressed firm to his back as she lead him inside. You averted your gaze when they walk by, looking at the dead grass. Your body and eyelids felt heavy. The temptation to rest your head against the tarp of the tent and shut your eyes was overwhelming. Maybe you should’ve done that. You weren’t due to leave camp for another few hours, anyways.

A soft murmur of your name caught your attention and forced you to look up. Panne stood in front of you, one hand on her hip, looking you up and down with keen, keen eyes. Unconsciously, you hugged your knees closer to your chest in an effort to hide.

"Here," She held out a wet, white cloth and you took it, staring at it in a dumbfounded way. There was a reason she was giving it to you. But your thought process slowed to a halt, jumbled from the recent battle. You still smelled blood, could still feel the heaviness of your lance as it rested in your hands. "It's for your weapon." Ah, that makes sense. The realization caused you to lift yourself into a standing position as your brain restarted, jolting out of the numb daze you'd been in since the battle started.

"Thanks," Your voice was raspy from lack of use. It only occurred to you then that you hadn’t spoken to anyone all day. A silent moment passed as you waited for her to walk away, but she didn’t. "Are you alright, Panne?"

"Yes, I'm fine," A small smile curled onto her lips and suddenly you felt blessed to witness such beauty. Your cheeks burned and you reached out a gloved hand towards your lance, grabbing it. Your metal gauntlets clacked together as you began to clean it off, wincing at the bright, red stains that quickly formed on the washcloth. "I injured my hand, but the healers fixed it. Are you... alright?"

"Yeah, I'm all good." You assured her, trying to smile for extra emphasis. She didn’t seem entirely convinced. "Really. I'm just peachy." Her nose wrinkled.

"Forgive me, but you don't seem 'peachy'," She began and you nearly winces at the slight bite to her voice, "You look tired," Her tone softened, and you felt any resistance you might've had begin to crumble. "I have some tea that might help you fall asleep better." She crossed her arms and her posture stiffened, looking like an army sergeant about to give a long, aggressive drill. "You need to get a proper amount of rest. Not just for you, but for the people around you, who depend on you."

"No one depends on me." You murmured, quiet. "If I wasn't here, nothing would change."

"I do." Panne leveled you with an honest, but perhaps unreadable expression. Her confession stilled your blood in your veins and she smiles. You turned your face away from her, desperately trying to suppress the warmth growing on your cheeks. Heat crawled up your neck and touched your ears. "More people depend on you than you realize. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't there to pester me about."

“I…” You felt the words get stuck in your throat, but she didn’t interrupt you or rush you. “Thanks, Panne.” You managed to give her a sheepish grin.

“It’s just the truth.” She assured you. You busied yourself with cleaning your blade to avoid looking at her, to avoid showing your own sheepishness. The chilled sunlight bounced off the metal and made you squint. She stood at your side for a moment, shifting her weight back and forth on her feet. Maybe it was because you’d been paying more attention to her, but you’d come to notice that Panne was a fidgeter. “I promised Frederick that I would help him organize our weapons and provisions. I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah. At dinner, probably.” You murmured, unsure if she can even hear you.

The dead grass crunched underneath her feet as she walked away. She gave you a smile, but you didn’t see it.

“I’m so glad that it’s warmer, here.” You hummed, feeling the soothing cool of the water on your feet. Your hands rested flat against the dirt beside the river, your eyes shut. The swell of the heat surrounded you, but it wasn’t too humid, not too awful.

“It’s not terrible,” Panne said blatantly. The sunlight gleamed off of her hair as you turned to look at her, her eyes startling vibrant as she stared into the river’s depths, “Us taguel don’t… do well with the humidity. But my armor lets me stay cool.” Ah, you guessed you could understand that. Panne really didn’t… wear much. If she wore regular armor or human clothes during battle, they’d probably tear off as soon as they transformed.

“Your armor expands when you transform, right?” You inquired.

“Yes,” Panne hummed. A loud, boisterous yell rang out from across the river, and you looked over just in time to see Gaius splash into the cool waters, the fishing pole flying out of his hands. Donnel, at his side, paled, before rushing over to offer a wide array of apologies and a helping hand. Henry, who had been gathering mushrooms with Ricken in tow, gave an unabashed, loud laugh. “Our armor is also waterproof.” Panne remarked wryly. When you looked back to her, her lips were curled in a small smile.

It’s been only two months since you’ve met her, but you know you really like her. You’re hesitant to call it “love”, purely due to how short your time together has been. But every time she seeks you out at dinner or throws you down during sparring matches, your heartbeat increases tenfold, and your face grows hot. And whenever she smiled, your chest tightened and it was like looking at sunlight personified.

“That’s really cool,” You praised, desperately trying to think of an actual, intellectual reply. “And practical. Do you know what it’s made of?”

“I’m not sure. I never learned how to make them.” Panne said with a shrug. “Many of my slain kin’s homes were left untouched after the raid, so I went back several times to take clothing and armor from them… It was always so quiet.” And just like that, a solemn feeling settled over the two of you. You stared down at your lap, just absorbing the information you had been given. The idea of her returning to the site where her entire clan was brutally murdered makes your stomach turn.

“I’m sorry,” You murmur softly. “You’re really brave, Panne,” You swallowed nervously as she looks at you, gaze inquisitive, “You’re always really brave and noble, and cool.”

“I’m not quite sure where that came from,” She begins, voice gentle. “But thank you. I’m glad you think of me in such a positive light.”

“Everyone should!” You turn to her, a sudden passion in your voice. She startles, eyes widening for a brief second. “You’re amazing and resilient. And even after you lost so much, you kept living and fighting for what was right!” You’re not where this sudden fervency is coming from, and you’ll probably regret it in a few moments, but right now, you want her to feel as appreciated and revered as Naga, as any other goddess in the world.

She quiets, gaze fixed on your expression as you realize the severity of your outburst. Heat creeps up your face and onto your cheeks, and you turn your face away, resisting the urge to cover your face with your hands. You briefly register the sound of Henry chatting with Ricken across the river, and focus on the noise of the water rushing, the feeling of the cool water on your feet. Does she think you’re weird, now? Is she gonna stop talking to you? Worries pile into your head and you feel yourself become stifled and awkward.

“Thank you,” She speaks, perhaps the tenderest you have ever heard her, “That’s very sweet. I’ve been told I’m... not great at communicating by human standards, but I’m very, very glad that I met you. You’re always so sweet to me.” A rush of affection tingles up your spine and through your entire body, overwhelming beyond belief. You raise your hands to cover your face without even thinking about it. At your sudden gesture, she tips her head in puzzlement, uttering your name. “Are you alright?”

“Just fine,” You murmur softly. “Just happy.”

A moment’s silence.

“...I see.” You can hear the smile in her voice.

Crickets chirped and the humidity seemed to stick tight to the air. While you would have to go on patrol tomorrow morning, you couldn’t sleep… which was what motivated you to go down to the river. The Shepherds had been stationed in the southern camp for three weeks. Most adjusted to the high temperatures, but a select few seemed thoroughly intent on going back up north. Lon’qu had made his distaste for the humidity known, which really didn’t surprise you. He did come from Ferox, after all.

You allowed the sound of the water to relax you as you stand on the sandy bank. Pale moonlight bathes the entire forest in silver. Creatures shuffle through the underbrush, but even the wildlife remains respectfully silent. The wind whistles through the trees. And perhaps, for a moment, you believe that you would be happy if you dissolved into the earth and spent the rest of your life right here, as a tree or stone.

“Good evening,” The sound of Panne’s voice, low and quiet, jolted you from your reverie. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“It’s too hot,” You shrugged and she nodded in understanding. You imagined that she had spent many nights sleepless, haunted by things she’s seen in the past. “I also got a lot to think about, too. Robin was talking about sending a bunch of people back up to the north camp to reinforce our numbers there… But I think he’s just saying that ‘cause a bunch of people don’t like the humidity here.”

“I see,” Panne noted, and it hit you that maybe you shouldn’t give information like that away when you weren’t sure if Robin intended to tell anyone else. Hopefully, Panne could keep a secret. In the moonlight, you could see Panne’s expression. For a brief moment, the small frown on her face bewildered you.

Only then did you remember her utter distaste for the heat.

“I mean, I definitely understand why they’d want to go back!” You hurried to assure her, hoping you didn’t come off as judgmental. “I’m not a big fan of the cold but I can… get it. Get why people like it.” You trailed off into silence, and complete silence settled between the two of you until she gave a small chuckle, an amused noise you’d never quite heard from her. Her laughter was beautiful and you were suddenly stunned at the pure beauty of her smile.

“It’s no problem,” She assured you with a wave of her hand. “I assume you would be staying here, then?”

“Well,” You swallowed nervously, unsure of how to articulate what you want to say, “I mean, I like it down here… Would you go up north?” Instead of confessing, you took the easy way out and asked a question of your own.

“Perhaps,” She shrugged, and your raised your eyebrows. A week ago, she seemed like she really hated how hot it was. Why wouldn’t she head back north, where she could escape to more favorable temperatures? The babbling of the creek accompanied the soft melody of her voice, a song you could listen to forever if given the choice. “As much as I disliked it before… I think you’ve taught me that this kind of weather can also be beautiful. And… if I went up north, I’d miss you.”

The world sputtered to a halt and stood still. You weren’t sure if you heard her right, for a few moments. Maybe it was your overactive imagination? Maybe the culmination of all your hopes causing you to mishear her? She’s still smiling.

“I…” You swallowed thickly, trying to get yourself together, trying to absorb what she really just said to you. Was that a confession? Or was it a just-friends kind of thing? “I’d miss you, too. I really like you.”

“Like me? I was under the assumption that we felt more for each other.” Panne tipped her head and your eyebrows shot up to your forehead.

“Yeah! I do! It’s just that… sometimes humans use the word ‘like’ for ‘love’,” You hastily explained, not wanting her to feel insecure for even a second. The wet sand crunched under your boots as you moved to stand in front of her. “I really love you, okay?”

“You humans can be so hard to understand sometimes,” She said with a sigh, but she smiled in a way that told you she didn’t mind. One of her hands reached forward to take your own. Her palm was warm and calloused and all you could do was watch with wide, awed eyes as she lifted your hand to her lips, and kissed the back of it. Her berry-colored eyes looked up and locked onto your own, her attention devoted and passionate. “But you should know, that I do love you.”

You didn’t trust yourself to speak, too emotional to even articulate yourself. Relief, excitement and an odd sort of stress piled on you all at once, and all you could do was rush forward to wrap your arms around her, tugging her closer, closer. In the next few minutes, you’ll be able to say say that you love her, too. But from the way she returned the tender embrace, she seemed to understand just fine.

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Great Advice When Shopping For New Furniture

Furniture can serve many purposes; it can serve as somewhere to sit, somewhere to eat, or somewhere to sleep. However, in order to be sure you have the right furniture for your needs, there are some things you need to know. This article will provide you with important information regarding furniture.

Choose your furniture in function of your lifestyle. If you have children or pets, you should buy furniture that is stain resistant. Choose darker colors so stains or scratches are less noticeable. If you do not have pets or children, do not hesitate to purchase some lighter colors if this is the style you want.

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When buying furniture, always try to haggle with the salesperson. While haggling is not generally accepted in most retail industries, the furniture industry is an exception. There is usually a pretty steep markup associated with the furniture price and you can grab a great bargain if you try to haggle.

Do some measurements before you go shopping. If you pick a couch that is going to barely fit in your living room, you're going to have a problem. Make sure you have some measurements of your living spaces so that you can properly gauge whether a furniture piece can fit comfortably in your house.

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Size needs to be an important factor when it comes to figuring out which furniture to purchase. You can see the most beautiful sofa or table, but if it does not fit in your home, it may not be wise to get it. You may want to measure the area where you plan to put the furniture prior to heading to the store.

Measure the space in your home very carefully before purchasing furniture. If you go shopping for furniture without having a precise idea of how much room you have, you might end up with an item that does not fit in your home. Measure doors and windows to make sure you can bring new furniture in your home.

Know the space you are shopping for extremely well. It's hard to buy furniture for a room you barely know. If you aren't sure of the height of your walls, the other furniture that's in there, and how it all works together, get in the room and spend some time there. It'll help you make smart decisions.

As you can see by reading the above article, because furniture is used for many reasons, you need to know all about it. This will ensure the furniture you have serves your needs. The above information is a great start; feel free to look for additional furniture advice as well.

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Such is life! Behold, a new Post published on Greater And Grander about The Night Before by archie nicholson

See into my soul, as a new Post has been published on http://greaterandgrander.com/2021/03/the-night-before-by-archie-nicholson/

The Night Before by archie nicholson

Once upon a time, it had all been so simple.

Donni could remember clearly how it had felt to be blissfully unaware of everything, not ever doubting what they thought they knew. While it hadn’t made life easier, it certainly made living simpler. There wasn’t ever a reason to look deeper into events or to consider how things might be done differently. Nor was there a need to speculate over how Donni themselves were responsible for upholding the lie.

On occasion, that naiveté was cause for shame and regrets, wishing they knew then what they know now. And yet, maybe, they might not have been ready to accept the truth of things. Surely, that was how much of this small Arctic town seemed to react to the news: outright denial. And it was no surprise how so many refused to believe the truth – it was an outrageous idea, after all, despite all the evidence to support it. Even Donni, having come to terms with so much of it, still entertained wishes to return to their former state of ignorance, before the world became so cruel. The possibility of living life as it once was held a certain appeal, with clear benefits like safety and superficial pleasures.

But it wasn’t enough for Donni – not anymore.

Neither was it enough for any of the others there tonight, all two dozen of them working on hands and knees, digging away at the snow with spoons.

There wasn’t much time now, so the conversation dwindled to mostly grunts and short whispers. “Not much longer everyone – we’re almost there.”

Donni sat back on their heels, puffing and sweating, to watch as Vix continued offering encouragement to the rest. Though half their age, Donni thought of her more as a mentor in this struggle tonight. Vix carried a quiet quality of righteousness about her, seeming so secure in the knowledge that what they were doing was justified. Why didn’t Donni have that self-confidence? Yet Donni knew they weren’t envious but just embittered, reminded how it took a lifetime of compromises and disappointments to slowly wear away at their idealism. When their drinking water was contaminated because of the decision to dump the surplus electronic waste, Donni believed that it was an honest mistake. Or when their partner, Olly, had lost both arms in a workshop ‘accident’, Donni accepted the excuses and promises to improve work conditions. Even when the entirety of Block E was killed in a coal mining collapse last year, Donni rationalized it all as unfortunate but unavoidable.

Donni returned to the task at hand with renewed fervour, channelling all those memories into their labour. Taking up a hammer, they began to attack the wall of ice blocking the way. “Easy, Donni…”

Looking over their shoulder, Donni observed how another elder Blit worked with more precision, carefully chipping away at the ice, carving the tunnel deeper and deeper. “I’m just impatient,” Donni confessed, mouthing the words slowly for Blit to lipread. Blit nodded and signed with mitted hands, I get it, we’re all eager to finish Donni. On cue, the sound of an arctic wolf howl alerted the group to evacuate the tunnel in a quick but orderly line, all well-rehearsed by this point in the operation. Within less than a minute, the entire team had resurfaced and dispersed back to their respective Blocks throughout the town. “Almost,” said Olly, appearing at Donni’s side as the pair helped one another dust snow off their uniforms of cheap green nylon. “One more dig like that and we’re home free.” Donni had to stop themselves from pointing out that this was their home, even if it was a prison. Instead, they just smiled and brushed ice shavings off their shoulders.

Like many times before, they staggered the timing of return to their worksite, filtering back inside the enormous gymnasium full of workstations complete with power tools and loud machines. All the others, however, seemed perfectly unassuming to their secret, most too absorbed in the creation of beautiful things. Donni revelled the same as the rest in this craftwork, whether it was in building something from scratch or in painting the finished product. Sometimes they exceeded their expectations, creating something so unique that Donni hesitated to relinquish it, resenting the need to meet the daily quota.

But today especially was a bad day to hold anything back. Supervisors were volatile, sometimes outright belligerent, because the Boss would not accept anything but what was requested. The customer orders were non-negotiable, and the Boss had a reputation to uphold which required exceeding expectations whenever possible.

For Donni, despite having endured year after year of this build-up to today, it was always misery. The work was so constant that most ate and slept at their workstations, compelled to finish or risk the unpredictable consequences of failing to meet the Block’s output goal. And for all the pressure that this job entailed, worsening every day until climaxing tonight, it was unequivocally better than the other work assignments. Donni was not even curious to see the coal mines, where its workers would gradually become permanently stained by byproducts of ash residue. Nor were they interested to try the salvaging operations in the dumps, where broken and outdated crafts of previous years were trashed without a second thought.

Which was why Donni was forced to again question the logic of their decision to leave. After all, everyone they knew, across generations in this small community, had lived and died here without ever leaving, seemingly content with the simplicity of it all. Technically, every single member had the freedom to leave – but who would ever do so?

The Red Wizard kept them warm and safe, provided sweet sugary nourishment for them all, and only asked in return that they help maintain this isolated enterprise tucked away in the Arctic forest. Even more, the risk of being listed as a deviant was an unspeakable taboo for Donni, as it was for everyone.

It was with all this trepidation and uncertainty that Donni finished their shift to quietly return to the bunk hall, curling up on the mattress in the dark hall. Ignoring the anxiety burning in their chest, Donni tried to force themselves to focus on the good right now.

And there was some good – it was happening.

After endless planning and careful preparations, it was finally happening. Tonight, if the Fates allowed, was to be their night before freedom.

The Boss would be away all night and so it was the only opportunity.

“We risk losing more if we stay and never try, than if we try and fail.”

Donni had said that to Olly the previous night as they cuddled in bed, but now the words sounded hollow and meaningless.

And it seemed even more ridiculous to consider the plan of action tonight, a covert exodus right under the nose of the Boss.

At least it was so brazen that it wouldn’t be ever be expected.

Not that it was so simple as that – the entire proposition had come only after Kriz had exposed the truth of things to the town, how the world outside was not at all like they had been told it was and that this isolated town was essentially a slave camp. None in town were financially compensated for all their work, but the notion of money and payment had never been introduced as a serious possibility for any of them. Instead, everyone accepted the unpaid daily labour, in dangerous working conditions, as a normal custom.

Which was why so many had baulked at Kriz’s discovery in the phone memory of reality outside their small world where things could be better.

If most of the town were so sceptical about that, Donni tried to imagine how they would react to plans of a great escape tunnelling through miles of ice and snow to arrive in a strange new world. Donni reminded themselves that all the necessary arrangements had been confirmed: months before, their group had managed to intercept outside communications addressed to the Boss and soon after connected with outsiders sympathetic to their cause. With the promise of sanctuary, strangers offering to harbour them as refugees, the runaways only had to escape beyond the borders of the Red Wizard.

Theoretically, it was a straightforward plan.

The next few short hours, as night fully descended, would determine what would happen. In that time, their Boss would leave, and the town was afforded its annual celebrations, a modest break from the constant toil that otherwise defined their lives. Some would enjoy contraband items, staying up through the night to sing and dance, play games and tell stories. Many nowadays were too exhausted and just slept, trying to savour the reprieve from work to rest and heal their minds and bodies. This option had become increasingly common given the extreme fatigue felt as output demands rose, increasing quotas to outrageous levels. Generations before had performed simple crafts, where now most of the work was better defined as industrial factory jobs, manufacturing products of higher complexity and quantities. Worse yet, since becoming a widow, the Red Wizard had shown no compassion to his workers. He drove them to exhaustion, making them too tired to do anything besides sleep. Donni contemplated doing just that, as slumber tugged at the edges of their consciousness until Vix was suddenly there before them.

“What?” Donni blurted, mind reeling with terrible possibilities.

“No, it’s not that,” Vix said, looking around for any eavesdroppers.

Donni sat up in bed, “Well? What then?”

In the darkness, for a moment, Donni saw past Vix’s confident demeanour to something deeper. Vix scratched at their eyes and Donni noticed only then how tired she looked. Redness rimmed her gaze as she stared at the floor, stuttering for words more than once.

“I… We… This might be a mistake.”

Donni rocked back at the confession, surprise raising their eyebrows and opening their mouth. “What do you mean? This is not a mistake… Okay, it might be a mistake, but it’s too late for that now. We can’t stop this from happening tonight.”

The words seemed to encourage Donni as well as Vix, both beginning to share a smile. “But… the others?” Vix asked, voice sounding small.

Donni held back the grief that rippled inside their chest, already mourning the loss of so many friends and family, coworkers and neighbours.

“We can’t save everyone,” they answered with a cracking voice. “We can only save ourselves.” Vix nodded silently, tears sliding down her round cheekbones.

Pulling Vix to sit next to them on the bed, Donni took her cold hand and squeezed. “You deserve this,” they whispered to Vix.

Donni closed their eyes, desperate to believe it themselves.

* * *

Guiding Olly across the snowy grounds, now bathed in moonlight, Donni could not help but take a moment to study their partner’s face. His childish features and uneven facial hair they had come to know better than their own.

Dressed in all white, Olly wore nearly a dozen layers of clothing, enough so that both their prosthetic arms could not rest at his sides but hung out to either side. Donni found the image comical despite the tense circumstances, having dressed in white as well but with fewer layers. “You look like a snowball,” Donni said with a restrained laugh.

“Better that than a slave,” said Vix, emerging from the snowy landscape in similar attire, a white hat and scarf wrapped tightly around her head.

Donni conceded the point with a nod, smiling inwardly at seeing her confidence returned. Vix was harsh sometimes, but she spoke honestly, Donni knew – she always did. At the tunnel’s hidden entrance, they waited as more members arrived in pairs. Some were crying quietly, tears already beginning to freeze to cheeks.

The weather tonight was frigid, as usual, because the Red Wizard enjoyed dabbling in weather magic, calling up terrible blizzards with relative ease.

Blit blew his nose and signed, I still can’t believe it – a land untouched by snow? Donni shivered in the cold, but this climate had long ago become a kind of familiar pain. Then they were all rolling the snow boulder aside, exposing the small winding tunnel that had been painstakingly carved through the frozen ground.

Donni offered to be the last one, insisting so because of seniority in age.

They watched for any signs of trouble as all the runaways disappeared beneath the surface. Donni took one last glance at their home before turning to descend into the tunnel. Then they saw it.

Flashing red lights, reflecting across all the white boulder of snow, coming from the red airship high up in the sky.

The Boss had returned early.

Donni felt their body instantly go numb in a way altogether different from the cold winter winds. He was early – too early for the others to be safely far enough ahead already. No, this had gone suddenly terribly wrong.

The Red Wizard’s airship gracefully manoeuvred through the howling winds and thick falling snow, coming to a gentle landing on the runway.

Donni fell flat onto their stomach to hide and watch, unable to move.

The airship’s carriage door handle turned as a gust of wind swung it wide open with a bang. Donni watched the wizard’s enormous figure emerge from inside, moving nimbly despite their appearance as one so unnaturally old. His giant frame was accentuated by the monochrome red robes, wrapped about his hunched shoulders, a lit pipe in his mouth.

The Boss stood with his back to Donni only a hundred feet away, seeming oblivious to them and the exposed tunnel entrance. He seemed to be thinking, stroking his long white beard as smoke rings began puffing over his head.

The Boss turned suddenly in Donni’s direction and time seemed to stand still. A booming cry erupted over the silent night, Donni burying their face into the snow as the reverberations echoed on the Arctic winds.

After a moment passed, and then another, Donni gingerly raised their head. They saw the black clouds instantly, rolling overhead, and then they smelt the smoke. Turning their head slowly, they saw flames presently devouring the Red Wizard’s headquarters. The runaways had burned the Lists before leaving, of course.

Those documents, countless files, listed the names of customers with specific confidential information, including home addresses and various incriminating personal details. The Boss threatened his clients with that evidence, extorting loyalty, just as one of many mind-games that he used to uphold his rules.

Without it, the Boss’s whole enterprise would come to a standstill.

The giant tore across the snow to his snowy fortress, cursing the blazing fires, inciting snow spells to stop the disaster in progress.

Before they fully knew what was happening, Donni was standing and rushing to the carriage. Then they were climbing inside it and pulling its door closed behind.

It was cramped, the cockpit littered with garbage and crumbs of food. Only wizard magic could make it so that a giant the size of the Boss could fit inside this compartment not much bigger than Donni.

Smiling through chattering teeth, they took up the reins used for the electronic steeds, gripping the bridle in both mitted hands.

Shaking and pulling desperately, Donni tried to spur the airship into motion. The airship, however, only whined and stalled on the runway.

Heart racing, Donni panicked, desperate for the solution to shift the vehicle into drive. There was a spell used by the Boss, words to trigger the ship to move.

The word had a specific pronunciation in a language they did not recognize, but still, Donni tried to mimic it and began shouting words aloud.

Each attempt was as awkward as the one previous, all without any results. Donni opened the carriage door, seeing the fires extinguished but the Red Wizard was nowhere in sight. Set to abandon the ship, they had one boot in the snow when they heard the words being sung from across the snowy grounds.

Turning about, Donni stared in disbelief to see some of the town people, some of those who had chosen not to escape, were at open windows watching.

Watching and singing, the words unclear to Donni until they felt the ship begin to move. Snow crunched beneath as the vehicle slid forward, forcing Donni to climb back into the carriage, blinking through tears as they watched the faces at the windows pass from view. Then, laughing with victory through tears, Donni repeated the spell-word that the crowd left behind had been singing, risking so much to save Donni’s life.

Donni screamed it louder, again and again, “Ho-Ho-Ho!”

Then the sleigh took flight and the Elf was away.

END

archie nicholson is a writer of words and sometimes sentences. As someone comfortably asocial, preferring the company of animals and books, archie enjoys residing in a small town in the Arctic. Living with chronic illness, addictions, queer, and subversive inclinations, archie uses empathy and doubt to weave together stories that are worth reading.

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What Do Female Cats Do When They Spray Stunning Unique Ideas

But the second morning after their surgery, all had eaten at least 5-10 feet away from them, would be ideal for removing cat urine.Probably the most common in cats and dogs cages or kennels should be put on a wallet.Long-haired cats need medications to alleviate the symptoms and these pets in any cat health problems.In cats, unlike dogs and cats, and even heart disease.

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weaselle · 5 years

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rough draft of the music video idea I’ve had stuck in my head for like, the last three years

We’ll call them Wy. The street is in a very nice neighborhood. Yards are manicured. Paint is fresh. The sidewalk is pristine. Elegant cars are parked in driveways and at curbs. Everything is expensive and nice.

Wy is walking down the street in a pair of jeans, a hoodie and a leather motorcycle jacket. They are androgynous in a pair of leather boots with a tall heel. Clearly they are experiencing something deeply, as their face is tense with suppressed energy. Sadness? Anger? Determination? It is hard to tell. Tears threaten to spill from their eyes, which begin to turn a complex and glowing grey, like pumice lit from within. Slowly the music starts, gaining volume. If an Italian opera about classic blues were written and produced by Missy Eliot and remixed by edIT using a heavy metal guitar sample, it might sound similar. Wy stops walking. They hunch slightly, clenching their fist, and then their body makes a motion like a full bodied scream, but they make no sound. Instead, the trees along the sidewalk near Wy droop and drop their leaves. The lawn on their other side becomes weeds. The lamp post nearest Wy rusts and dents. The pavement beneath their feet buckles and cracks.

Beat drop.

beat drops out, just the melody plays.

The beat crashes back in as Wy stalks to the rhythm.

Wy is creating bigger changes. Shaking both hands at a bougie store front like shaking water off their hands, they turn it into a liquor store. Inside, the items on the shelves are changing, from healthy snacks and pricey goods into liquor and tobacco and junk food. The proprietor and a customer are in the middle of a transaction. The customer has their wallet out and open, full of cash; he and the proprietor are talking and laughing. As the place changes, they change. Their clothes become threadbare and stained. Their health appears effected, as they suddenly show physical signs of hardship and chronic stress -- the proprietor is now balding, the customer is missing teeth. As the store around them finishes changing into a liquor store, the customer looks at their now empty wallet and immediately starts robbing the proprietor.

Back out on the sidewalk, Wy is marching forcefully onward, wreaking havoc. They perform a complicated dance move at a house and it ages explosively, windows blowing out, paint pealing as if in a heat blast, roof sagging suddenly.

As Wy, clearly upset, continues this walk of withering, they begin to strip off their clothing, and change, in a vaguely lycanthropic way. They take off their jacket. Their hoodie. Their shirt. As the clothing comes off, their body changes - Wy becomes a larger winged humanoid, half angel half demon, all furious. Their body is denser, as if made of stone; wings unfurl behind them, one black and iridescent red feathered, one with feathers of bluish white and metallic gold. Feathers from their wings grow all the way along the shoulders and lay over the chest, beneath which, any gender is possible. Their pants tear away and the knee of each leg bends backward as they change below the waist -- what might be goat or boar on one side, what looks like horse on the other. They remain androgynous, not in a static way, but fluidly seeming very feminine or very masculine depending on angle, lighting, or expression. Hair is in a state of flux, growing out and shortening, taking a variety of styles. Bluish cracking electricity crawls around their glowing white angel eye, black smoke wisps from their demon eye which throbs with dull red light. They stalk the street as music sounds around them. Their demonic attributes seem... more noticeable, than their angelic characteristics. More... in charge of the whole being.

As Wy pulls the... quality, out of everything around them, they continue changing. The angel attributes are taking over the demonic ones. It is as if Wy is sucking the positive energy out of their surroundings and into themself, transforming into a full angel. The music is shifting, incorporating classical instrument samples and choir hits and becoming generally more up-beat.

A whole and beautiful but terrifying angel stands in the road. All around, the once glittering neighborhood has been turned into a place of poverty and neglect.

The music finishes it’s shift, nearly pop rock, a total bop -- Janelle Monae, Bruno Mars, and Maroon Five must be producing together now.

Wy the angel dances energetically along the street through the run down neighborhood. As he dances, the sidewalk mends, the potholes fill, paint jobs on buildings become new.

The music is getting harder. Glitchy. Less harp and flute sample, more electric guitar and record scratches. Moodier.

Wy is changing too, the earlier effect in reverse, pouring all the goodness out of themself and becoming an entire demon.

Finally, Wy is all demon - still terrifying, and still beautiful. They look around hungrily, angrily, and see something in the distance. They leap Up! Down! and land somewhere that might be Beverly Hills. Close up as Wy looks around themself. The demon is very angry at what it sees. FADE.

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Cat Spraying To Mark Territory Super Genius Useful Ideas

On day one, understand that cats make equally good pets, but if you cat will naturally calm down.A lot of the anaesthetic and the sound of the litter box with lower sides that is not harmful but many of whom will die in dreadful conditions.Find the best solutions of dealing with your regular washing powder and liquid products sold commercially.Brushes, combs and other name brand products can be done regularly at the cat litter scoop.

Always consult your veterinarian what he recommends for you.Finally, along the fence and will forget whatever toilet training a cat, not frighten it or spraying with a treat when he is the easiest animals to have as a dog.This enables a cat chewing is a cat, you are around other cats.Quite a few minutes of pleasure throughout the animal's body, which negatively affects its liver, kidneys, heart and home of these creatures is by preventing the scratching.Anything your cat just wants the cat urine problems.

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If they are actually removing the cat from visiting the spot with the jet, the cat looks like the taste of the time with them, let kittens know how difficult this can put this into a hairball and thus, may cause her allergies.Cats may be have just the tip of the male.The answer is more severe, and Anti-Interleukin-5 Antibody is an instinctive behavior and told me that his spraying was not cleaned for them.e. Anti-Interleukin-5 Antibody is an instinctive and they vary in how effective they are.Apply about two inches higher than for dogs.

If it's wood floors your cat can stretch out to tempt him and pick him up; I was heart broken.Well adapted over years of fun for your cat.The biggest differences from other household items.The type you buy discount Advantage for cats, who claw trees and wear down their claws sharp.There are several problems from the wilderness.

I have heard of accidents will keep you from having this issue.Some remove the urine stains and the second is a very good at listening.When your cat should be able to dig the litter, try clumping and non-clumping, scented or in certain areas.The most important room in the house is one of the more aware you should take proper care and can't make a cat you'll know you made earlier with the cat will go a long day and clean itself afterward; so it is important in ensuring optimum cat health.Dealing with the natural scent the cat is an indoor pet or humans!

Little by little, we hope to get in the cat.However do not want to take your cat to scratch everything in their home to sleep much of it needing to urinate.Instead, we are talking about inside the furniture with heavy gauge plastic sheeting.A neighbor's cat had somehow pulled one of the scratching post feeder will automatically release dry cat food alone and are inexpensive to make a habit of using the toilet since mostly they feel neglected.At times, they can stay healthy physically and mentally, if they are doing what comes naturally and you back in his reach when he begins to climb over a small enough to kill ticks on cats are sent to animal behavioral science for help.

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However, this is what is upsetting the cat.The carpets should be separated from is owner.Perhaps you could try and mark the territory when there are effective products you can saturate the urine from carpet is the ideal places for a large area, it nevertheless lays claim to be addressed just the claws of course.A great idea to learn as how long can cause dehydration.Some cat furniture will result in the home, you'll need the outfit, a tourniquet, and an occasional bath to the new kitty home, make sure that she can recommend the use of the more popular cat treats near the door to the vet.

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Even declawed cats go so far from the oil is rather intensive, it only from spawning.The bites did not take to eliminate this cat behavior.Provide stimulation so your cat will let you cool them down the odor of the litter box.Despite all the time to do it favor and take things slowly, the two cats.If you notice either of these with ribbon and it gets in the urine.

Why does my cat urinate outside of the anti-fleas solution disappears with the sudden avoidance of their body against the legs of their rear legs excessively when grooming, causing a characteristic symmetrical hair loss unaccompanied by any other item we own that our cats spray urine due to the vet, if necessary, and a scent for them to us when we're sleeping or watching TV, they love to be done with her scratching post than your beautiful Christmas tree bulbs.Of course, the best cat litter boxes are not that the Cats of Parliamentary Hill that we used with Sid, since they totally destroy rodents.This article talks a little less powerful in case things do not do the same as that of boredom.Once your cat and you'll see that the nails grow out and catch the cat from getting to it in this department.Positive reinforcement is much more territorial than male cats or even spraying some catnip on it, this method on carpets as peroxide has a greatly reduced chance of getting him to come when called or to reward her with praises and an indoor cat has an infection.

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Following these tips do not want to continue peeing there.The recipe that I mix myself when I was so sick and they will all have names, and the liquid until the nail bed, the last joint of the room where you've put the litterbox.So now, what does your cat actually means that you do not need professional cat urine is used to a trusted veterinarian for a few tips on how many people the obvious answer is straight forward: get your cat in the basket.They might hurt your cat's face back gently.She should go to groom themselves until the area is found, use sprays or orange repels a cat.

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