#and no one of it has to do with speedrunning. I’ll leave that can of worms to the speedrunning community

[oftenwantedafton]

Triptych - Stepfather Steve Raglan/William Afton x Stepdaughter Reader x Mike Schmidt

Rating Explicit

Warnings - sexual content, bisexual characters, date rape drugs, non/dub con

Also available on AO3

Mike has a bit of a thing for Abby’s just barely legal babysitter.

He swears it wasn’t always like this; that he didn’t just hire you because of the way you look in your Catholic schoolgirl uniform or on those days when you have gym last period and you’re wearing a polo shirt and shorts with the school’s emblem that hug every curve while leaving just enough to the imagination when he picks you up and drops you off at his house before going to work.

He definitely doesn’t jerk off in the bathroom with the door securely locked thinking about you on your knees with your pink lips wrapped around his cock. Never that.

God he was turning into such a pervert.

And this would all be bad enough, a laundry list to confess at church if he ever gets brave enough to go back, but to make matters infinitely worse, he’s kind of got a thing for your stepfather, too.

He supposes he’s always been one of those people who just follows what he’s attracted to, gender rather insignificant. In truth there’s never been a man that he’s been this hot for before, either.

It’s going to take a few beers to get Schmidt to admit that he enjoys it when your stepdad insists on picking you up, saving him another trip and more importantly providing him with another chance to admire the social worker. He enjoys it even more when the older man doesn’t just wait for you in the car and actually comes inside to chat for a few minutes. Sometimes Mike offers him a Brewski but, alas, he always declines. Steve has to do the right thing and drive sober, even though he highly doubts one beer would be even remotely enough to affect a tall drink of water like Steve Raglan.

So now the stepparent joins Mike’s collection of lewd fantasies, helping further speedrun him straight to Hell. He likes the silver eyes and the silver threads in his hair and beard and the way his hand rests splayed on his stepdaughter’s lower spine as he guides you out the evergreen shaded front door. He’s trying but failing to not imagine what it would feel like for that spread of fingers on his own spine, sliding through sweat, clutching skin, digging in when the way he works his mouth is just right and now you’re there, too, shared between himself and your stepfather and fuck, he cums harder than he ever has in his life, staring up at the poster of Nebraska pinned above his bed; at those tall, tall trees stretching up, the branches reaching futilely for Heaven.

So yeah. He’s got a lot of that Catholic guilt going on. But it’s not enough to stop him from wanting.

***

Another night. Abby’s tucked in and Mike’s tucking cash into your palm. Steve’s in the car tonight. Pity.

“My stepdad wanted me to invite you over for dinner next week,” you say.

“Oh. Uh, yeah sure, I’ll just have to check to see if one of the neighbors can watch Abby.”

You nod. He likes the way the struggling bulb of the porch light flickers over your features. Sometimes bright, sometimes in shadows. He can’t really see inside the car from this distance but he knows Steve is watching.

“I’ll get back to you on what night works, okay?”

“Sure. I’ll tell Steve. Goodnight, Mike.”

“Thanks again.” He watches you walk down the driveway, to the vintage luxury sedan that the middle aged man drives. He wonders how long he’s maintained it. The thing still looks like it just came off the showroom lot. A lot of time and care invested. Patience.

He wonders if maybe Steve has been waiting for another investment to pay off, too.

***

Mike’s not accustomed to dressing up. The last time he’d done so had been for his mother’s funeral, and that is definitely not a memory he wants to dwell on.

So he decides on a button front shirt and tie. Dark trousers. His socks are probably the worst part of the outfit. They’re mismatched and definitely not the kind of dressy ones that you’re supposed to wear. The shoes have seen better days. He’s really not much for clothes and he doesn’t spare much time taking proper care of them. They’re scuffed and the laces are frayed. There’s no hope for it. Hopefully neither you nor your stepdad will notice.

He walks his little sister next door. Says he’s not sure what time he’ll be back, maybe four hours or so.

The directions to Raglan’s house are sitting beside him on the passenger seat.

He’d spoken to Steve earlier that day to get directions. You’d given your stepfather Mike’s phone number.

His voice in person was attractive enough, Mike supposes. Sort of an odd combination of gravel and nasal, a blend of low and higher pitch when he got animated about something. He much prefers the lower tone, like the one he’d used over the phone. Practically purring like a cat. Mike had found his pants getting extremely tight with that breath in his ear.

The house is nice. Older, but tidy. He wonders if it’s ever difficult for Steve to be here since he’d lost his wife in a drowning accident a few years back. Did he ever think of dating again? Or was the memory too strong?

Mike shuts the door of his rusted sedan. It looks so out of place next to Raglan’s immaculate specimen. He feels out of place. He shouldn’t have come empty handed, but he has no idea of what wines are good and he didn’t want to bring the wrong kind. So. He presents himself empty handed, ringing the doorbell.

You open the door and smile at him. He’s only ever seen you in school clothes. Tonight you have a light pink sweater and white jeans. It compliments your skin tone well. Still clean faced, no makeup. Hair neat and tidy, nails polished to match the sweater.

“Let the man in, it’s cold out there.” Steve’s voice calls over your shoulder.

You giggle and murmur an apology and pull the door wide open, granting Mike entrance into the Raglan household.

“Mike. How are you? Come in,” Steve greets you warmly from an open doorway to the left. “You can just give your coat to her.” He shrugs out of the jacket and hands it to you, following your stepfather into the living room.

“I didn’t know being a social worker paid so well. This place is nice,” Mike murmurs. The couch looks new, plush microfiber. Bookshelves and a fireplace and art on the wall that looks like an original, not some cheap knockoff.

The tall man laughs. “Well, it’s not all from that source of income. I used to own a business. Made some wise investments. We can discuss it sometime, if you’d like.”

“What kind of business?”

“A restaurant,” Steve says.

“Must have been pretty upscale, huh?”

“Well it wasn’t a Michelin star type, no. But it was pretty, yes,” he muses, his voice softening, his eyes looking distant.

“What happened to it? If you don’t mind me asking?”

“Oh, it’s still around. Closed but…I could never quite bring myself to let it go.” He smiles softly. “So enough about going down memory lane. Have a seat. I hope you’re not going to be too upset, but we’re having dinner delivered. Work ended up being particularly busy today, and…”

“No, that fine. Whatever’s okay.” He sinks into one of the couch cushions.

“Great. Well, it should be here in a half hour or so. Want something to drink?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

“I’ll be right back.” He winks at him. An honest to goodness deliberate wink. Mike shifts in his seat, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves.

The phone rings after Steve leaves. He can hear his muffled voice from the other room. He drags his damp palms over his thighs. He’s so nervous.

“Hey, my stepdad said to give this to you.” You walk into the room carrying a pair of wine glasses filled with something pink that’s a shade darker than your sweater. You hand him the fuller one. “That one’s yours.”

“Oh, um…” Well. One glass of wine was fine. He’d certainly driven home drunker than that before. “Thanks,” he accepts the glass and takes a sip. Wine has never really been his thing, but to be honest, he could use the alcohol to take the edge off right now. “Does your dad—I mean stepdad—usually let you drink?”

You shake your head. “Never. But he said it’s a special occasion.” You take a cautious sip, frowning over the taste.

Mike takes another swallow, watching as you sit down next to him. So many seats available and you choose this one.

You sample more of the drink. “It’s warm in here, isnt it?” Your cheeks are definitely more flushed. Man, you were really a lightweight.

“That’s normal. You get warm when you drink alcohol. The blood vessels dilate. Maybe you should slow down,” Mike cautions.

“Sorry about that. Work. They just can’t seem to manage without my guidance.” Steve apologizes as he strides back into the room, carrying what Mike presumes is the wine bottle that you’ve been drinking from. No glass for him. He settles on the opposite end of the couch from the younger man, his thigh very close to his stepdaughter’s. “What have we been chatting about? Anything interesting?”

“Can I have some more? I’m really thirsty.” Your voice sounds…off. Not intoxicated, but something else.

“Of course you can, sweet girl. But not too much. We don’t want you passing out. At least, not quite yet.” He tips the open bottle into the now empty glass, helping you to hold it steady.

The older man takes a swig from the bottle, sighing in satisfaction. Mike can only stare open mouthed. What, exactly, was happening?

“Well, at least she gave you the right glass.”

“I’m sorry?”

Steve shakes his head. He rests a hand on your knee. “I’ll give you credit, Mike. You’ve been nothing but polite and respectful to her so far. Almost as if you’re not drowning in impure thoughts the remainder of the time. I know your type.” He smiles but there’s no humor in that curve of lips.

“I…I don’t know what you’re…”

“Oh, Mike, come on. You know exactly what I’m talking about. I’ve had to play the dear devoted stepfather who tragically lost his second wife in an accident for the last several years. Just waiting for the right moment. I think I’ve waited long enough. Don’t you agree?”

“Steve…” Mike begins, unsure of how to proceed. His heart is pounding wildly in his chest. He’s ashamed to say there’s an echo of that pulse further south, too.

“Oh, and by the way, dinner is canceled. Finish your drink,” Raglan coaches you gently. A little of it spills from the corner of your mouth.

“Did you…did you put something in…”

“Just something to relax her. I’m starting to think maybe you need some, too,” Steve manages to tear his eyes away from your damp lower lip, glaring at Mike.

“This…this is so fucked up…”

“And yet you’ve been fantasizing about it for how long now? Weeks? Months? Did you even ask what her qualifications were when you interviewed her for the babysitting job, or did you just drool over her thighs and say yes?” Steve’s hand drags slowly up his stepdaughter’s leg. Your eyes are glassy, dazed, struggling to focus.

Mike swallows loudly.

“I’ve more than paid my dues. Time to collect. You can either share in the plunder or not. I leave it at your discretion. But if you tell anyone about this, I can assure you it will be the last mistake you ever make.”

“You’re not…you’re not going to hurt her, are you?”

“Of course not. I mean, it’s probably going to be a little bit sore when I take her virginity, but, well, that’s to be expected. Maybe with the drugs she won’t even feel it. She certainly won’t remember it.” He threads his fingers through your hair. “You’ve made a bit of a mess of yourself, sweetheart. Let Daddy help you clean it up.”

He laps at the corner of your mouth and Mike’s cock lurches. He knows he should not be having any part of this, he should be calling the police, getting you the fuck away from this man, but he’s too mesmerized by the perverse scene that’s playing out before him. For him.

Steve tugs your head back gently and shoves his tongue between your lips, groaning. You don’t struggle. There is no protest. You’re soft, malleable, pliant beneath him.

The older man breaks the kiss, panting. “So fucking perfect. I’ve always loved that mouth.” He kisses you again. “Want to have a taste, Mike?”

He does.

#william afton x you #william afton x reader #steve raglan x you #steve raglan x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x reader #william afton x mike schmidt #steve raglan x mike schmidt #fnaf fanfic #fnaf movie #william afton #steve raglan #mike schmidt #dividers credit @saradika-graphics

[phoenix--flying]

pjo characters as things my friend group has said

Hazel: I just kinda radiate towards caves

Nico: Breathing has been taken out of Nicos software

Connor: I can speedrun to your house when you're home alone

Cecil: raisins are dehydrated rats

Percy: It's a roller coaster where the only option is to die

Will: I just goooot- my jugular sliced open by a cat

Nico: We're going out tonight and killing all the homophobes. Call it a date

Will: Why am I so much taller then- Oh its cause im standing on a dead body

Connor: You're sooo welcome. I literally did nothing

Hazel: Just because your trash doesn't mean you can't do great things. It's called a trash can not a trash cannot

Piper: Cut my hair, I'll cut your throat

Thalia: Sometimes I do slap kids

Travis: When I grow up I'm gonna be a legal drug dealer

Beckendorf: I’m going to drop kick myself into space

Malcom: Briefly describe three applications that make use of the total eternal reflection of light Connor: The colour seven

Grover: Percys reaching old age, we should put him in a retirement home

Piper: Leo what did you do Leo: I may have burned down an orphanage and it may have spread to this site.

Lou Ellen: Travelling, usually done on the ceiling

Will: Imagine sitting on your couch watching TV and your phone buzzes. Reminder: Breathe

Austin: i just broke an acorn.. panic whY IS THERE AN ACORN IN MY ROOM

Nico: i feel like today happened yesterday and i just slept for all of tomorrow and woke up in the evening

Malcom: yeah i fell down the stairs and broke my spine in 3 places Connor: that's hot

Jason: Nitroglycerin. The forbidden smoothie

Will: I always look like trash. Annabeth: I know that's why I hate looking like trash

Travis: well we only have a few minutes left of class.. y'all wanna watch something explode

Piper: It sounded like you smoked 10 packs of cigarettes and then hit puberty

Jason: Imagine you get fired the day after you die

Nico: My stomach just like...started learning German

Nyssa: Leo if you don't leave, i'm shoving this desk fan up your ass

Jason: I slammed my foot on the accelerator, running multiple red lights at 220km/h, because I wanted to drive safe

Nyssa: When you go through the car wash but you forget the car

Drew: *points at trashcan* That looks like you

Nico: I only want chemistry between me and a coffin

Jake: Gotta put your wheelchair in 4Wheeldrive. Outdoor mode. Off-road mode

Leo: Murder is ok as long as its fine

Percy: Maybe if I fall asleep on my textbook I'll wake up with all the knowledge

Connor: Let's play spin the bottle but it's only you and me

Leo: Now how do we calculate the density if swiss cheese

Clarisse: I have to ask one of the experts Chris: Who are the experts? Clarisse: I don't know

Piper: Your mom is on vacation Leo: well- she's on a permanent vacation

Michael: AYO BITCH YOUR FOODS FLAMIN THE FUCK

Silena: If you're slow I'm a fucking snail

Jason: We need to hold a funeral! Percy: Here comes the bride

Beckendorf: Have you ever died? No??? Well here you go!!! Death simulator. It’s permanent!

*Annabeth and Percy sitting on a bench with drinks and a cop drives by* Percy: What if they thought we were drinking and driving Annabeth: We're not in a car

Will: I'm so smart Nico: Oh my god since when

Piper: *gives Leo a singular goldfish* Piper: Feeding the poor

Lou Ellen: Bless your soul Nico: What soul? Lou Ellen: ...good answer

Sherman: an apple a day keeps the doctor away, and anybody else if you throw it hard enough

Connor: I can see the veins in my eyes

Ellis: Whatever sinks your boat!

Cecil: You can't kill the gays if the gays kill you first

Will: dude sorry there's a knife in your grandma's face it grew wings and flew there :( Cecil: I’m sorry my knife flew out of my hand and slit that guys throat then burned it so he wouldn’t bleed

Silena: *playing Minecraft* I walked into your house and your birds started aggressively dancing at me

Lee: That's just so unfortunate for me. That is just so- oh I died

Percy: Wanna go to Toronto? Why drive just take the Earth Quake on natural disaster

Travis: The roof is just caving in on us it's fine

Michael: My arms are broken, my legs are broken, my lungs are broken, my knees are broken, I got decapitated when I was five

Connor: We're gonna die? No we're gonna beat the speedrun world record

Cecil: Hell to go down I there

Will: Mask to mask resuscitation

Travis: I may or may not have accidentally dropped a match in the building on purpose

Nico: Minecraft but I accidentally sets a school on fire

Percy: Minecraft but I die of hypothermia

Piper: Minecraft but I left my eyes at home

Jake: Minecraft but my legs are broken

Jason: Minecraft but I died

Lou Ellen: Minecraft but we're all gay

Will: If I die the game is homophobic

Cecil: Minecraft but I run my best friend over

Nico: I wanna hit a citizen with a baseball bat

Michael: Hey sir, you have Alzheimer’s. Would you like a side of bronchitis?

Silena: Why can't this be straight? Lee: Because you're not

Lou Ellen: mmmm i love my jesus fish Cecil: bro jesus fish Lou Ellen: ikr, jesus moment

#hazel levesque #nico di angelo #connor stoll #cecil markowitz #percy jackson #will solace #piper mclean #thalia grace #charles beckendorf #travis stoll #malcom pace #grover underwood #austin lake #kayla knowles #jason grace #michael yew #lee fletcher #silena beauregard #lou ellen blackstone #jake mason #sherman yang #ellis wakefield #chris rodriguez #clarisse la rue #nyssa barrera #drew tanaka #pjo #hoo #toa #pjo incorrect quotes

[mika-writes-fanfics]

Healing Touch

Dabi x Fem!Reader fan fiction

Synopsis: You encounter an injured Shigaraki and offer your healing quirk to his aid. Little did you know, healers were hard to come by in the underground and Shigaraki takes a liking to your skills. To further his cause, he kidnaps you and holds you captive under the watch of the LOV. You play the role of the LOV's little healer while you think of a way to escape. Unbeknownst to you, the pyromaniac with a cold heart begins to melt in your presence. Your compassion and wit draw him in, all the while he swears it's only curiosity he feels toward you. But when your touch heals his burns and your personality soothes his anguish, Dabi begins to wonder, what exactly is he feeling for you? And why the hell does he feel so torn up when you slip away?

Warnings/Tags: canon-typical violence, Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, female/afab reader, healing quirk, aftermath of hideout raid

Author's Note: Okay a lot happens this chapter but bear with me, I’m speedrunning to the smut because I promised within 3 chapters and I’m trying to fucking deliver. I originally wanted to have reader also be teleported away with Bakugo since it would be closer to the canon, as AFO tp’d bakugo since Shiggy thought he was important. I went with this instead because the other idea did not translate well in writing. Waaaayy too much action for a fic, I’ll take a plot hole instead, thank you very much. You guys pick if you drink tea or coffee (if you drink neither I'm sorry lol). Anyways, rambling aside, I hope you enjoy

Word Count: 8.1K

Link to AO3

Chapter Eight: Pizza Delivery!

Dabi can tell you’re much more distant now, no doubt because of what Compress said, or rather, what the league had done. You try to hide your feelings behind a mask of neutrality, but Dabi is perceptive. He’s good at reading people, especially you. You’ve spent so much time around him and you’ve occupied so much space in his head that it’s become second nature for him to memorize your face. Besides the fact that he’s noticed your face is no longer as carefree, it’s easy to see how much differently you’re acting towards him. You heal his hands over without any comments and your touch doesn’t linger on him a moment longer than necessary. You’ve completely withdrawn from him, it seems.

“Let him out of the marble in a minute, we need time to prepare,” Shigaraki orders. “Kurogiri, get the stuff.” 

Kurogiri nods and bows, leaving the room to fetch the required restraints. You watch in slight horror as he returns with a chair, hand restraints, and a full-body harness equipped with locks. They must really think this kid is a danger to them to go to those lengths. You weren’t even restrained like that when Shigaraki abducted you, but to be fair, your kidnapping was more spur of the moment and less planned out than this. If snatching this kid was the whole purpose of the mission, the LOV has been gearing up for at least a week. You remember hearing Magne say this plan will humiliate UA, and you know Shigaraki’s main goal is dismantling hero society. You’re not entirely sure how the two are connected, but there’s one thing you’re sure of: Shigaraki will use any methods necessary to achieve that goal. 

You’re glad you finished healing Dabi when you did. Touching him after seeing the methods they intend to use on a child would confuse you more than you already are. You want to ask him just what the hell was he thinking, why did he even agree to this, and what methods would he stoop down to in order to achieve his own goals. You want to know, no, you need to know, as if understanding would make the hurt go away and would repair your now tainted view of him. This situation makes you realize how far you’ve fallen, how desensitized to their crimes you’ve become. Seeing the league’s humanity and domesticity has done a number on your mind. What part do you play in this? Are you helping them commit these atrocities? Or are you really just looking out for yourself? The questions and racing thoughts burn through your emotional energy. You feel so damn drained. 

As confusing and depressing as your situation is right now, you have to ask yourself: What can you do right now? You don’t have the power to run away, to change their minds, to condemn their behavior, to break the kid out of captivity. But what you can do is heal the kid if he’s hurt, share with him what you’ve learned, and provide him with anything that could possibly be useful. If this kid has a fighting quirk, he has the best chance of getting out. If he manages to pull it off then maybe, just maybe, he could tell someone where you are. People aren’t looking for you because it looked like you either disappeared into thin air or ran off entirely without telling anyone. If the authorities know where to look and who you’re with, it’s possible you can get out sooner. The moral dilemmas will come after you’ve made it out, but not a moment sooner. Carrying on is all you can do besides give the kid all the tools to escape. 

While you’re in your own head rationalizing everything, Dabi takes notice of you. He sees the gears turning in your head and the expressions of sadness that accompany them. It wrenches his chest, a bit, to see you so despondent and to experience you acting so distant. He’s grown used to the banter you share. Your laughs, smiles, and mischievous expressions have become simple pleasures he looks forward to after a long day of tainting his hands and staining his soul. All good things must come to an end, he’s especially cognizant of that fact of life. Still, it stings to know the good slice of his life that is you will be ripped away from him so soon. He convinces himself it’s for the best. Growing closer to you is a distraction from his life’s purpose. Losing you is part of the price tag that comes with buying into revenge. 

The two of you are stirred out of your thoughts upon Kurogiri setting everything up under Shigaraki’s orders. The chair is placed on the opposite side of the room, far away from everyone else. With all the restraints weaved through the chair legs and backrest, it won’t be easy for this kid to just break free of the bindings. Shigaraki gives the go-ahead, allowing Compress to release his quirk. The kid emerges from the marble and lays out on the floor, unconscious. Seeing the kid completely unresponsive makes you sick. Intrusive thoughts make you picture this poor kid getting knocked out before his abduction, which only worsens your spiraling mind. 

“Well that’s definitely Bakugo Katsuki,” Shigaraki comments. “Why’s he knocked out though? I told you all to not harm the target.”

“Looks like he fell asleep in that marble,” Compress reasons. “He was unharmed when he went in, but he’s been compressed for an hour or two. I suspect he was bored in there.” You find yourself feeling somewhat relieved upon hearing this information. 

“I guess this is to our benefit. He’ll be easier to restrain this way,” Shigaraki settles. “Kurogiri, you do it. If he wakes up, you know what to do.” Kurogiri follows his orders and gently places Bakugo in the chair, clasping all the restraints around him. It’s kind of amazing how he’s able to sleep through it all.

‘This kid is one hell of a heavy sleeper,’ you think. 

“Since he’s still asleep, we’ll go over what happens next,” Shigaraki announces.

“Should we really do this in earshot of him? If he wakes up, he’ll hear everything,” Dabi criticizes. 

“Well we can’t just leave him alone,” Shigaraki refutes. 

“Look at him, do you really think he’ll be able to get out of that?” Dabi points out. Shigaraki seems to consider the idea, though he doesn’t budge quite yet. “It’s your call, but I think this is stupid either way.”

“Fine! We’ll talk about it in the kitchen,” Shigaraki throws his hands up and relents. The rest of the league files out of the room. You’re about to follow before Shigaraki singles you out. “And you,” he points at you. “Go to your room.”

“Me? What did I do?” You ask, incredulously. Somehow this feels like a punishment. 

“I’m not risking you breaking out the kid and ruining my plans while we’re busy,” he justifies. “You’re going upstairs.” 

“Okay mom, how long am I grounded for then?”

“Until I say so. Go fuck off to your room, now,” he warns, crimson eyes glaring at you in annoyance. His tone and choice of words let you know he’s in no mood for your antics or sarcasm today. Shigaraki seems tense. This plan of his is evidently high stakes, but so is yours. You take the warning and head up the stairs, pretending to go into your room. Your feet stop just short of the top of the stairs, carefully peering around the corner and listening out. 

Shigaraki pulls them all to another room to start discussing the plan, detailing the reason why he asked for Bakugo’s kidnapping. You’re ever thankful that the league tends to be loud as it makes your intentions much easier to pull off. You slip past the door and carefully tiptoe to the kid. Your luck must finally be turning, as you see the kid slowly start to regain consciousness. He blinks a few times, carmine eyes adjusting to the light. You see a flash of panic on his face upon seeing the new environment and feeling the restraints constricting his body. 

“I’m sorry this happened to you. Did they hurt you?” You whisper, expressing your condolences. He seems to be a fiery kid, as his face twists in a sneer. 

“Get the fuck away from me, wench,” the blonde kid bites. You back up and raise your arms, despite the fact he’s completely tied to a chair. You’re starting to see the intimidation factor that seems to surround this kid. 

“Woah there, I’m like you, kid. I don’t want to be here either, they kidnapped me too,” you negotiate carefully. 

“So what, you just decided to fight for them after they kidnapped you? That’s pretty pathetic if you ask me,” he insults. Your eyebrow twitches. You’re trying to help him, does this kid really need to rub salt in the wound?

“One, I didn’t ask you. Two, I can’t fight, I’m here because of my healing quirk. And three, I’m trying to help you,” you lecture. 

“Oh,” he says, in a rather small voice. It’s clear the kid is at least a little ashamed of his outburst. 

“Yeah, jump to conclusions much?” You sass. You try to reign in your exasperation and approach the situation gently. “Now, one more time, are you hurt?” 

“I’m fine, they barely even scratched me. Though that one stapled guy had a death grip on my neck,” he complains. Your heart drops at the revelation.

“Sounds like Dabi,” you inform, trying to cover up your saddened tone. You push your emotions to the side and focus on helping the kid. A quick visual pass over his neck doesn’t reveal any injuries, thankfully. “I don’t see any bruises, so it looks like you’re okay.” 

“How long have you been here?” He asks. You can almost detect the faintest bit of sympathy in his voice.

“You know, now that you mention it… I’ve kinda lost track,” you say somberly. “But that doesn’t matter right now. Do you know if your friends or teachers see it happen? If they know why you’re gone and who took you, they’re probably already looking for you as we speak.”

“Oh they saw everything alright,” he snorts. You’re surprised at that, you would have figured with all the sneaky quirks up their sleeve that the LOV would have done this stealthily. Though, remembering how Magne remarked that this plan was supposed to humiliate UA, which you’ve come to realize is a school, makes you see that stealth was never the point. 

“I have a feeling the heroes will at least try to rescue you, but if you have a strong quirk, you might be able to make your own way,” you explain. “But listen to me, do not brute force an escape. Take the opportunity if it presents itself, but don’t put yourself in danger. If you get out and I don’t, keep going. You can just tell the heroes where I am.” 

“Like I’d leave a civilian with them. I wouldn’t be a hero-in-training if I just left you here. We’ll break out of here and pummel those bastards, I promise!” he says with conviction. His spitfire personality grows on you a bit in that moment. Even though he was a little rude to you at first, you still want to help him any way you can. You fill him in on what you’ve learned about the league, mostly giving him information about all their quirks and potential weaknesses. The league’s chatter in the other room seems to slowly die down. With the remaining time you have, you warn him not to attack and that subtly is safer, to which he seems incredibly appalled by.  

“I’m not much of a faker,” he says with pride. “I make my own opening, my way.” 

“We’ll talk about why that’s such a terrible idea later, I gotta go back before they notice,” You hurriedly advise. “You gotta pretend you didn’t see me, alright? I wasn’t supposed to be down here with you.” He gives you an understanding nod and you take the chance to scurry away. You’re actually thankful you’ve been at the league’s base for so long, as you’ve recognized which floorboards creak the most and which path is the quietest. You slip away and head to your room, unnoticed. It’s incredibly lucky that you haven’t been caught scheming. Your ears strain to pick up on everyone’s footfalls until the sounds become more clear, before eventually stopping entirely. It seems they’re done with the debriefing process and are back in the bar. 

“Y/n! Shigaraki said you’re not grounded anymore!” Toga calls out. You don’t hesitate to take the opportunity and you head downstairs, joining the others. Everyone seems to be staring at Bakugo in either anticipation or caution. They seem to avoid getting near his space, as evident by the distance between Bakugo and the others. The atmosphere is incredibly tense, no doubt due to the seething expression on Bakugo’s face. An uneasy silence settles in the room. Even the more talkative members of the LOV refrain from talking. Shigaraki is the one to speak first, breaking the silence and establishing his control over the situation. 

“Dabi, take off his restraints,” Shigaraki commands.

“You know he’s just going to try to fight us, right?” Dabi asks, doubtful of his leader’s plan.

“It’s fine, if we’re scouting him, we need to treat him like equals,” Shigaraki dismisses.  Shigaraki’s words fail to convince him. 

Dabi looks at the kid, sizing him up. He must not like what he sees as he offloads the responsibility onto Twice. “Twice, you do it.”

“Why me?!” Twice exclaims. Even he doesn’t seem too thrilled about the idea.

“Just do it,” Dabi insists, exasperated by Twice’s hesitance. 

“No way,” Twice denies with exaggerated gestures, before dropping the resistance entirely. Twice ends up walking over to Bakugo and unlocking all the restraints. You try to shoot him a look as a reminder about what the two of you secretly discussed: don’t be stupid and do something obvious. The warning is lost on the kid as he ignores your intense gaze and lunges for Shigaraki. An explosion hits the leader in the face, clouding him in a bit of smoke. The kid quickly backs away from Shigaraki’s space, taking advantage of the initial shock.

You stare at Bakugo, dumbfounded, with an expression that can only communicate, ‘What the fuck are you doing?!’ 

You feel yourself sweating out of stress. Shigaraki seems completely stunned, but despite his initial lack of reaction, you find yourself growing anxious upon realizing that his hand mask is on the floor. You’ve never seen him take it off. He’s gotta be especially protective over that thing. Bakugo seems to be eyeing the situation, eyes darting back and forth between everyone, clearly cooking up a plan to escape. It’s then you realized you forgot to tell him all the doors are locked. You feel a dawning horror invade your emotions. This is going terribly and you can’t help but feel it’s all your fault. 

To your surprise, Shigaraki doesn’t respond with malice. Rather, he commands for everyone to leave the kid unharmed. He specifically instructs Compress and Kurogiri to put him back to sleep. The mercy the LOV leader is showing is incredibly unlike him, but welcome nonetheless. Shigaraki’s orders make you release the breath you were holding and relax. Still, you don’t tear your eyes away from the scene unfolding, staying alert in case you can help the kid out in some way. Compress carefully begins to approach Bakugo. The kid sizes up the situation and seems to brace himself for the chance he could dodge Compress. 

A knock on the door makes everyone halt in their places, momentarily pausing the confrontation. “Pizza delivery!” A voice says from behind the door. The league members look at each other in skepticism. 

“Did one of you idiots order a fucking pizza, I swear to god-“ Shigaraki questions, cut off by a loud crash that sounds off to the right of them. You turn to look, seeing the wall blown in by people donned in capes and bodysuits. The sight makes you want to cry in relief. It’s the heroes, the two of you are saved. You even see All Might amongst the heroes, the man who’s known internationally for being the unbeatable symbol of peace. You just hope that All Might remains unstoppable in the face of the League of Villains. The heroes don’t hesitate a second longer, as everyone springs into action. Tree branches reach for all the villains, ensnaring everyone, including you. It's then you realize how your situation must look from the outside. The heroes think you’re a villain.

Fuck.

How do you convince them you’re not a threat when there’s not even time for you to speak?

A flash of blue fire erupts from Dabi’s head. If the heroes don’t neutralize his quirk, he’ll definitely burn the branches restraining you all until nothing remains but ash. You were hopeful you’d get out of here, but you’re feeling doubtful now. The situation is incredibly hectic and ever-changing. A flash of yellow zooms past you, moving far too fast for your eyes to fully comprehend. When you turn your head, you catch sight of an old man in a yellow cape kicking Dabi on the back of the head. Dabi’s eyes seem to roll back and he slumps forward into the branches. The scene makes you absolutely dumbstruck. Dabi is knocked out cold.

With Dabi ‘dispatched’, his flames are no longer an issue. The only blaring issue that remains to you is figuring out how to convince the heroes you aren’t a criminal. You’re not really given an opportunity, as All Might’s booms over yours. The sheer volume of his voice commands the room, there’s no way you can speak over him. All Might is completely focused on Bakugo, fussing over him like a concerned parent. They have a quick, heart-to-heart conversation, something about how terrifying it must have been for Bakugo to handle this on his own. Even in such a sincere moment, Bakugo’s personality shines through, as he vehemently denies ever feeling scared at all. The heroes are gloating as Shigaraki seethes at the scene, twitching from rage. You swear your eyes catch sight of something in the air, some red string that keeps catching the light. You’re straining to see what it is when the thread thickens. A face emerges from the thread, startling you. You’d jump on the spot if you weren’t completely immobilized. 

“Oh? Who’s this? It appears our intel failed to find out a new villain joined their ranks,” the face muses. You open your mouth to counter his accusation, but you’re beaten to the point. 

“Edgeshot, she’s not a villain!” Bakugo yells. “She’s just a civilian.” 

“Not only did you abduct my pupil, but a civilian too?” All Might condemns, before confidently continuing. “It’s over. The childish pranks end now.”

All Might’s words must have enraged Shigaraki and pulled him out of his stunned stupor. Shigaraki shouts orders at Kurogiri to open up a warp gate, but the heroes have thought ahead. Kurogiri is pierced through the abdomen by who you understand is the hero Edgeshot, and promptly slumps over, Kurogiri’s body seemingly completely limp. You’re aghast in horror until the hero reappears from the thread and claims to have merely put him to sleep. You feel like you’re on a rollercoaster, with constant ups and downs, getting scared and worried just to feel slightly more at ease before the cycle happens again. 

All Might seems to ask Shigaraki a question, something that seems important to the heroes, but you don’t pay it any mind. You can’t seem to focus on their conversation. Something just seems off. It appears there’s something in certain spots of the air that distorts, rippling in a way that’s reminiscent of water. You know it’s not the thread hero again, as he’s already materialized. These distortions are much different anyways. It’s almost like a dark spot is appearing, floating in space. Your suspicions are confirmed as black ooze seems to drip down out of thin air. The viscous mixture seems to grow in size as it pours down until you see pale limbs reaching out. Strange, humanoid beings come out of the sludge. Several of them have their brains exposed and completely uncovered by a skull. You feel sick just at the sight of something so unnatural and grotesque. What the hell are these things? 

Whatever summoned these creatures takes advantage of the chaos. Black sludge erupts from the mouths of all LOV members. It encases the villains in a shroud of darkness and their bodies disappear into the inky depths, without a trace and leaving behind empty space where they were once restrained by branches. Bakugo seems to have been transported out of the room as well. His disappearance causes All Might to frantically yell upon failing to grab him. You’re shocked to see the hero look so caught off guard and genuinely emotional. He’s always been known to smile even in the face of danger. The fact he’s so openly shouting in distress is more than alarming. 

You’re even more taken aback when you see the creatures begin to lunge for the heroes, forcing All Might and the rest to fight back. It’s clear to you that whatever the hell these monsters are, they’re far from friendly and they are numerous. The creatures seem to be even outside of the bar, as evident by the shrills of terror. It sounds terrible out there, you can hear screams, bullets, and the sound of fighting. 

As you watch the scene unfold, your eyes accidentally make eye contact with a monster. One seems to turn in your direction and hone in on you. Your wide eyes stare in horror at the creature as it rushes towards you. It leaps and lunges at you. You flinch and screw your eyes shut, unable to do anything else besides steel yourself for the inevitable. The wooden hero creates a wall of branches between you and the monster, blocking off its attack. 

“There’s too many! Kamui, get her out of here!” You overhear Edgeshot shout. Kamui, who you’ve come to realize is the tree hero, follows Edgeshot’s orders. The branches pull you from the room and out from the gaping hole in the wall, away from the chaos and combat. You’re lifted onto a nearby roof, still tightly bound by Kamui’s quirk. He stands near the edge of the building, seemingly scanning the surroundings, probably looking for a safer place to deliver you. You look over the streets as well, seeing destruction everywhere you look. It’s clear there’s no escape from the turmoil just yet. You catch his heroic posture faltering, with his shoulders drooping ever so slightly. No words are shared between the two of you as you both wait for the conflict to die down, unable to tear your eyes away from the morbid scene. 

Eventually, enough bullets are spent and enough blood has been shed, as the strange creatures are put down. Kamui makes the descent down from the roof with you in tow. You’re delivered in front of a flaming hero, with a permanent scowl on his face, conversing with a police officer. Their attention immediately snaps to you. The large, flaming man looks at you with disinterest, but the officer seems perplexed by you. 

“And who is this supposed to be?” The hero grills Kamui.

“Don’t know, we saw her in the base with the League of Villains,” he answers. “Kid believes she’s a civilian.” 

“Civilian, huh? That’s rich,” the flame hero scoffs. The hero turns his attention to the police officer and gives him an order. “Put the quirk cuffs on her, we’ll process her like any other villain until we have actual evidence saying otherwise.” 

 The police officer looks skeptical and doesn’t make an effort to move. Instead, his eyes narrow at you and he looks at you with vague recognition. The hero takes notice of his hesitance and asks, clearly annoyed, “What’s the hold-up?”

“Endeavor, with all due respect, I don’t believe she is a villain,” the policeman objects. 

“Don’t tell me even you are falling for this ruse,” the hero sneers. “She was surely a part of some plan to trick the student. She probably lied to him and posed as another victim in order to gain his trust.”

“I worked a case a while back. A University student went missing without a trace. She matches the description,” he informs. The hero, who you assume is named Endeavor, remains unconvinced. The officer sighs, and compromises, “Look, we could ask her some questions, and if her answers match, then she’s actually a civilian and telling the truth.” Endeavor seems to think it over, relenting upon seeing the officer’s determined expression. 

“Fine, ask your stupid questions, but she’s going to Tartarus if her answers don’t check out. Mark my words,” Endeavor warns. The officer gives a curt nod and turns to you. 

“What’s your first name?” He opens. 

“Y/n,” you answer. 

“And your quirk?” 

“Healing skin.” 

“Seems like her,” the officer gloats. Endeavor remains skeptical, as is evident with his narrowed eyes and mouth pressed in a scowl.  

Endeavor counters the officer’s claim, “Couldn’t she be pretending to be your missing university student? If it was all over the news-”

“It wasn’t,” the officer interrupts. “So many people go missing in this district that one more hardly makes the news. It’s her, there’s not a doubt in my mind.” 

“What were you doing with the League of Villains?” Endeavor interrogates. He seems incredibly suspicious of you. You suppose you can’t really blame him. Edgeshot assumed you were in cahoots with the league back at the hideout. From an outsider’s perspective, you really did look suspect. Still, you have an opportunity to clear your name. The most you can do is tell your story and hope they believe you.

“Shigaraki knocked me out when I ran into him one night. When I woke up, I realized I had been kidnapped,” you explain. “He liked my quirk and thought I’d be useful. If I didn’t heal the league like he asked, he said he’d disintegrate me.” 

Endeavor lets out an exhausted sigh, before rubbing his temples with one hand. “Take her to HPSC headquarters. The commission is gonna want to hear about this,” he orders the officer. 

Kamui takes this as a sign to unhand you. He finally releases you from his quirk’s hold, much to your relief. The officer speaks into the radio on his suit, updating the situation and requesting a squad car, before leading you away. He escorts you away from the aftermath of the raid, guiding you through the scattered piles of debris, until you arrive at the police car, parked on an intact street with another officer waiting expectantly outside. The additional police officer opens the door to the backseat for you and you climb in, after which she shuts it behind you. Sounds of sirens and yelling are muffled in the car, giving you a momentary respite from all the commotion and the ability to finally process what happened.

You sit in the back of the squad car, contemplating everything that has happened while staring out the window. Just a few hours ago, you were healing the league and even laughing with them. After you realized they kidnapped a kid and then the heroes broke down the wall, everything seemed to just crash down at once. Somehow, you developed a sort of camaraderie with the lot, despite not subscribing to their goals and actively wishing to be away from them. You adapted to it. Life with the league became your new normal. But what will your normal be now? You doubt your life can just rewind back to the way it was before you were kidnapped, not since you escaped the clutches of the league. Speaking of, would they come back for you? Would they punish you for escaping? Would you ever see him again? These are questions you never thought to ask all the times you were fantasizing about fleeing. Now that you’re here, the questions are unavoidable and unfortunately, without answers. 

You’re so lost in your thoughts that you don't care to listen to the officers radioing their superiors. You only process that they started the car when you see the scenery whizzing by. The drive to headquarters is simultaneously overwhelming yet quiet. The officers haven’t spoken a word to you since loading you into the car, leaving you to drown in your own head. 

You thought you’d be happy to see the outside again, but now that you’re here, it’s incredibly overstimulating. The lights are too bright, the buildings are too big, and the radio relaying updates is far too loud. Your hands ball up in your lap, knuckles turning white from your anxious clenching. You worry your time in captivity has ruined you, and the thought only serves to heighten your anxiety. 

The car eventually rolls up to a large building and parks on the curb. One of the officers opens your car door after getting out herself, and you step out and onto the sidewalk. They both lead you into the building, where they freely walk into the lobby, filled with heroes coming and going. The receptionist doesn’t bother to stop the officers, instead giving them a look of recognition and an understanding nod. You all shuffle into an elevator and rise to the top floor. The ascent is silent until the elevator dings and the metal doors slide open. You all step out of the elevator and into a sort of waiting area, where a man with crimson red wings greets the officers. They exchange polite greetings all the while you stand there awkwardly, unsure of what to do in the situation. The pupils in the hero’s yellow eyes seem to narrow to slits when they dart to you, sizing you up with interest. 

“So this must be the little dove found at the hideout,” the feathered hero muses, as he looks at you. 

“You’d be correct,” the officer confirms. “We’re supposed to escort Miss y/n to the Safety Commission President. Would you know where she is around now?” 

“Don’t worry about it, I can take over from here. You two must have a mountain of paperwork after the Kamino raid, ” Hawks offers. They seem to be grateful for this, as you’re handed off to the bird-like hero. The police officers say their thanks before heading back down through the elevators, leaving you alone with yet another new person. 

“The name’s Hawks. Nice to meet you, y/n,” he introduces, rather informally. 

“Y-yeah, likewise,” you stutter, feeling a bit nervous in the company of a new stranger. “Um, Hawks?”

“Hmm?” He hums. 

“Why am I here?”

“You’ve piqued the interest of some very important people,” he explains. You must look worried as he quickly adds, “They just want to know about what happened to you and what you know, that sort of thing.”

“I see…” you reply, voice trailing off. 

You’re led through the halls and into a sort of conference room. Five strangers in formal business wear sit behind a slightly curved desk, arranged in a sort of panel. Hawks ushers you to the center of the room, leaving you to stand in front of them as he posts himself near the door. You’re not sure what is going on. Your palms start sweating from nervousness. It feels like you’re in a courtroom, on trial. One of the five people sitting behind the long table presses a button on what you assume is some sort of audio recording device. The questions feel endless, just one after another, all asking about the LOV. Over time, they seem less suspicious of you and your story, especially after explaining Shigaraki’s initial threats. The meeting, or rather, the interrogation ends with a question about Shigaraki and Dabi. 

“Do you know their real names? We have reason to suspect their current identifiers are just monikers. Nothing is known of their real identities. Anything you know could be useful,” one of them explains. You shake your head. 

“They never revealed their true names and I never cared to ask,” you inform. There’s a look of disappointment on her face before she shuts the recorder off. 

“I see. That’s a shame,” she responds. “As a precautionary measure, we’ve arranged for you to be housed in a safe location, where you will stay until the League of Villains is captured. It’s unlikely they will try to find you given the severe blow the raid inflicted on them, but please, bear with us until then. We appreciate your cooperation.”

The door clicks open and you take that as your cue to leave, eagerly walking out with Hawks trailing behind you. You’re relieved for the process to finally be over. That damn interrogation was anxiety-inducing to say the least. Your apparent discomfort must be noticeable to Hawks, no doubt from your loud sighs, as he places a comforting hand on your shoulder. 

“You alright?” Hawks asks. There’s this small hint of genuine concern in his voice, something you picked up on. From the interactions you’ve had with him, he always seems to have this sort of carefree and upbeat personality. 

“I will be,” you offer. You rub at your eyes, feeling the effects of your hectic day wearing down your energy. “Some sleep would help. I’ll probably feel a bit better in the morning.” 

“I hear ya,” he responds. “Come on, I’ll get you out of here so you can rest, follow me.” He notions to the elevators with a nod of his head in that direction, and proceeds to walk over. Hawks calls for the elevator and you follow him in when the doors open. He tucks his large wings closer to his body, so that they don’t take up as much space. You weren’t able to see he pushed the up button, so when the elevator rises to the roof access, revealing the night sky, you’re more than a little confused.

“I thought you were taking me out of here?” You ask.

“I am,” he responds, almost matter-of-factly. 

“But why are we on the roof?”

“Why walk when you could fly?” 

“Oh hell no,” you refuse. 

“I’m fast, it’ll be over before you know it,” he bargains. “It’s more secure this way anyways. You can’t be followed as easily.” 

“Okay, okay. Fine. Just… don’t drop me,” you relent, understanding his point. 

“I wouldn’t be a very good hero if I let you fall,” he laughs. “You’ll be fine, hold on tight.” 

He scoops you into his arms and you tightly cling to the fabric of his shirt. His wings flap, sending powerful gusts of wind, until you’re both lifted off the ground. The roof grows farther and farther away from you as he ascends into the sky. True to his words, he’s incredibly fast, as the skyscrapers seem to whizz by, almost blurring together. The experience is equal parts nerve-wracking, exhilarating, and freeing. It had been so long since you’d last seen the night sky, and now it feels like you’re seeing it much closer than ever before. Had you not been in the arms of a reliable hero, you’d be more scared-shitless and less naturally wary of this experience. 

He eventually lands on the roof of what looks to be an apartment high-rise. Your legs feel wobbly from the adrenaline when he finally sets you down. You’re thankful he gives you a few moments to recollect yourself, before showing you down a flight of stairs and into a hall of apartment doors. He opens the unlocked door to your provided room and ushers you in. 

“You should be safe here,” he assures. “Most of your neighbors are heroes. You’re in good hands, but just in case, I’ll be checking in every so often.” 

“Thank you, Hawks,” you say, relief clear in your voice. You offer him a grateful smile. 

“Don’t mention it,” he accepts. “Lock the doors and get some rest, you’ve more than earned it after what you went through.” You do as you’re told when he leaves your new apartment, turning the locks and deadbolt. Silence settles upon your new home as you’re left completely alone for the first time all night. The realization feels so foreign to you, as you remember how even at the LOV base, you were never truly left alone. There was always at least someone around you, some pair of eyes and ears attuned to you, preventing your escape. Despite how odd it feels, you press on and find your way to the bedroom. You immediately crawl into bed and fall asleep, still in your clothes, lacking the energy to even think about changing out of them. It’s when the bright light of the morning shines through your windows, waking you up, that you realize all your things were back at the LOV base. 

In the light of the day and now refreshed from sleep, you take the time to explore your new flat. The apartment is neither extremely big or claustrophobically small, instead sitting at a nice medium between the two extremes. It seems mostly fitted with all the necessities. When you look in the closet, you even find there’s already a small selection of neutral clothes, ranging in size. You reason they must keep this place preemptively stocked for cases such as yourself. 

You go about your morning, trying to ignore how odd it feels to be on your own for once. Going through the motions of showering, changing into comfortable clothes, and making breakfast seems to distract you from the feelings. When you’re out of things to add to your routine, you decide to turn on the news to understand what happened last night. The reporter goes over the major events of the hideout raid, most of which are things you already knew, though, both you and the public alike are left in the dark as to what those strange monsters were. Your knee bounces nervously upon just seeing those things again. The reporter then updates the public on what happened to Bakugo. You feel immense relief upon seeing the news reporter happily report that the UA student has been returned unharmed. 

Your doorbell rings, tearing your attention away from the segment. Suspicious, you slowly walk to the door, peering through the peephole. Through the fish-eyed glass, you’re able to see a familiar shock of blonde hair and red wings waiting patiently at your step. You let out a relieved sigh and unlock the door to allow Hawks into your home. 

“Heyo,” he greets. “How’s the new place treating you?” 

“It’s nice, definitely beats staying at the hideout,” you answer. “Say, speaking of, will I be able to get anything back from there?”

“Yeah, about that, I have some bad news,” he starts. Hawks informs you that damage done to the LOV’s base meant that almost all of your belongings were destroyed. Not much was salvageable in the aftermath. Speaking of the aftermath, he warns you that the heroes have been unable to apprehend the league yet. Their current whereabouts are completely unknown. Despite this, Hawks assures you that it was unlikely the LOV should seek you out again, given the rationality that there are other healers out there and they were dealt a huge loss. You suppose it made sense, but you can’t shake the concern. 

“So what does this all mean for me?” You ask. 

“Well, until they’re found, you’ll have to stay here,” he explains. 

“I guess that’s not so bad,” you accept. “This place is much closer to (campus/work) so my walk won’t be as bad.” He grimaces at your comment, clearly knowing something you don’t.

“No, you literally have to stay here. Unless it’s an emergency, you can’t leave. I’ll be dropping by to check in on you every few days though, so you won’t be completely alone, at least,” he clarifies. Your face drops at the information.

 “Oh! Before I forget,” he adds, seemingly remembering something. He pulls a phone from his jacket pocket, one that looks extremely familiar. “I also managed to grab your phone from the evidence locker. The police took it from the scene of your disappearance. You can call your family or friends, let them know you’re alive. I’m sure they’ve been worried about you.” You accept your phone from his hand. Although your phone is dead, you’re sure there’ll be a million calls on your lock screen once it’s turned on.

“Yeah, I’m sure they have,” you agree, a bit solemnly.

“Just… don’t tell them where you are. It’d defeat the whole purpose of hiding you from the league, you know?” You nod, accepting those terms. It’s ironic, you think, how you were supposedly freed, yet you were not granted freedom. You were still locked away, prevented from leaving. Yes, you understood the rationale behind it, but that didn’t mean it erased the fact the situation felt eerily familiar. 

Hawks would do regular check-ins. First a couple times a day, then once a day, until slowing down to every two days. When he had the time, he’d stay a little longer to talk and the two of you would hang out in your living room. You got to know the now number two hero fairly well from all those moments. The two of you mostly made small talk, though there were some moments in which you two seemed to genuinely laugh at some stupid joke or share the same opinions on a controversial topic. Sometimes, he’d ask about what your life in the league was like. You were (mostly) honest with him about it, telling him stories about your interactions with everyone. It was a bit fun to see his eyes widen in shock when you recounted some of the things you said to Shigaraki. He seemed a bit aghast to know you made such snarky comments and survived to tell the tale. But, you always were careful to conveniently leave out the details about Dabi. You weren’t sure what he, and the HPSC, would do if they heard you nearly made out with a wanted villain. Some things were better left unsaid.

 When you weren’t accompanied by Hawks in your home, you’d spend your time distracting yourself rather than unpacking what happened. Without a therapist, you’d get nowhere. You’d rather bide your time rather than spiral into blaming yourself or justifying the league. You fear it has already begun with your cynicism towards the HPSC, which is why you desperately wish to talk to someone you can trust. Not only that, but your dreams were often about Dabi. Despite what he had done, you seem to still hold a fondness for him. You still desired him. These dreams confused you to no end, but you were never able to rationalize them. It was frustrating, to be locked away, supposedly in safety, but not even granted the ability to talk to a professional about what happened to you. The HPSC claimed due to the high-profile nature of this case, you’d have to wait until the LOV was in custody before you could begin your visits. They seemed to defend their actions by claiming a therapist leaking your case would draw attention to their investigation and endanger you by confirming where you are. Not only that, but they said the risk of Twice’s clones or Toga infiltrating your appointments was too high to justify. 

Over time, the weeks of isolation slowly turned into a few months, the passage of time aided by endless distractions. You were starting to get in the swing of things. Being alone no longer felt as foreign, it was becoming natural again. Unfortunately, your whole routine was about to be disrupted. Unbeknownst to you, miles away in Deika City, Shigaraki begins plotting something. A plan to shake up the confidence of the hero commission, starting with you.  

“The heroes took something from me. I need to teach them a lesson in stealing what is mine,” Shigaraki states to his lieutenants in the PLF army. “It’s time to return our healer.” And with his command, the plans are set in motion. 

Hours later and back to your place, you hear a knock on your door. Figuring it must be Hawks, you shout from your kitchen, “Hold on, I’m coming!” You make your way to the foyer, not bothering to look through the peephole and  open the door. Instead of meeting with Hawks, there’s another hero at your doorstep. 

“You’re not who I was expecting,” you say, a bit suspiciously. “Normally someone else checks in on me, has this changed?”

“Oh, just for today. I’m just filling in. You know how busy us heroes are!” He answers. 

“R-right, I suppose the hero lifestyle can get hectic,” You mumble. You still can’t shake your suspicion.

 “H-hey, do you mind showing me your quirk? It’s part of the protocol, you know, to make sure there’s no imposters,” you lie. 

“Oh, my bad! I must have missed that part of the report,” the hero apologizes. He buys your lie, which seems a bit suspect, but he shows you his quirk nonetheless. “Slidin’ Go, signature slide!” He slides on the floor, without resistance. Pretty useless quirk, in your opinion, but given how he can still use it, he’s not Toga. You doubt Twice could have obtained all the measurements of a hero that’s not declared missing, so there’s no concern in your mind it’s a clone. Relief washes over you and you wonder why you were so jumpy in the first place.

 It’s safe. 

You’re safe. 

Everything is okay.

“You mind letting me in? Just need to do a check around, make sure you’re actually alone and all,” he requests. You suppose that’s what Hawks has been doing when he hangs over. It makes sense, but it stings to know the social contact you had was all due to a protocol. 

“Oh, right, sorry. Come on in,” you agree. You open the door and allow him to enter inside. He looks around your apartment, walking from the entryway down the hall until he stops at your living room. Your (tea kettle/coffee maker) sounds off from your kitchen. The suddenness startles you momentarily. You shut the door behind you and pad past him down the hall. “Sorry, I was in the middle of making (tea/coffee). Just one moment,” you excuse, awkwardly. 

“No worries, take your time. I’ll be in the living room while you do that!” He cheerily dismisses. You offer him a polite nod before trotting off to your kitchen, pouring your drink into a mug and carrying it with you. 

When you return to the living room, you realize he’s nowhere to be seen. Concerning, but not enough to make you panic. What does make you start sweating is seeing puddles of a gray, clay-like substance on the carpet. Your stomach instantly drops, and your mug slips out of your hands, further sullying the carpet. You remember that conversation between Toga and Muscular, how Toga’s quirk leaves behind pale silt. 

FUCK.

Since when could Toga use other quirks?!

You’re about to bolt for the door to attempt to run away when you feel arms gripping your waist. You look down and see no other than Toga. 

‘Holy shit, she’s gotten so much stronger,’ you think, the realization stirring up a panic in you. You try to wriggle out of her grasp, but she just doesn’t budge. She quickly snakes one arm to the collar of her shirt and speaks into it. 

“Mission accomplished!” She announces, to whom, you’re not quite sure. You’re not left with time to think about it, as you feel an odd sensation rise up your throat. Black sludge pours out of your mouth, enveloping you entirely in darkness. The sensation is nothing short of gross and uncomfortable. You’re thankful it doesn’t last for long, but when your lungs finally clear of the substance, you realize you’ve been transported somewhere completely unfamiliar to you. 

“Looks like Toga managed to pull it off after all,” you hear a familiar, smoky voice drawl. The recognition is instant. Your body freezes and your eyes trail over to the source. You lock eyes with none other than Dabi. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, y/n?” 

Your mouth feels dry, but you speak anyway. “It has.”

#bnha dabi #dabi my hero academia #mha dabi #dabi fanfic #dabi x reader #dabi angst #slight angst #tw: stockholm syndrome #my hero academia hawks #endeavor slander #dabi x reader fluff #dabi x you #dabi x female reader #dabi x y/n #healer reader #healer y/n #hella s*xual tension #reader insert #dabi #almost kiss trope #self insert #bnha self insert #mha fanfiction #bnha reader insert #bnha fanfiction

[waywardstation]

A rather random question that's been plaguing me for the past 15 minutes and I wondered about your thoughts: do you think before he left, Volo left any of his pokemon behind? Some he wouldn't get rid of, like his egg daughter Togekiss, but I can't see him taking Arcanine with him out of Hisui. For one, it likely has a Growlithe partner we never see (due to the pokemon's lore) and probably leaves them with Tuli and Ginter. A full team would attach unnecessary attention for someone on the run.

Very interest thought OP!!! I haven’t thought about it before.

I couldn’t see Volo getting rid of his egg daughter Togekiss, or Garchomp, because these are Pokémon he’s had early on in the game. Our first fight with him, he only had his sweet togepi, and on our second fight, it’s togepi and gible.

And then the third time, when he fights us at the end, suddenly it’s a full team of Togekiss, Garchomp, Arcanine, Spiritomb, Roserade, and Lucario. How did that happen??

These are my first thoughts, so it could change over time, but I feel like this could narratively be explained by Volo realizing that our MC has what he wants, and that’s when he actively decides he’s going to take them down. So he gets a full team together, some of which can speedrun evolution with stones (roserade and arcanine).

I feel like the only Pokémon he has a genuine connection to would be his Togekiss and Garchomp. The others might have been pulled together just for this fight in an effort to overwhelm the MC. So when it’s all done, and Volo decides to leave, he might feel conflicted with these Pokémon that he possibly railroaded just for his own benefit. They did not need to be roped into this.

I could see him leaving some of his Pokémon with Ginter and Tuli, to help assist with ginkgo guild work when he leaves, and the only two he would keep would be his Togekiss, and his Garchomp.

Love this concept OP!! My thoughts on this might change over time from these initial ones; I’ll keep thinking on it!

#wayward’s asks #Lucario is one that stands out #it evolves with friendship so it wouldn’t fit into this concept that way #but you can find wild Lucario and just catch them without having to use friendship #but then Lucario are also said to read auras and only trust people with righteous hearts #again going with this concept of hastily throwing a team together #did it listen to Volo but not trust him? #or was Volo so set on his beliefs that Lucario interpreted that as him genuinely feeling like he’s doing the right thing? #and in turn it could have believed it was doing the right thing with him #this is going into it much deeper than I probably have to #I’ve said it before but #I beleive Volo is or was a good person #genuinely wanting to help the MC #when he saw them as seperate from what he was looking for #but just got controlled along the way by his desires #and he let it destroy and puppet him #doing things he never would have considered doing at the beginning of the game #obsession is a slippery slope #but it intrigues me

[flecksey]

PIKMIN 4 THOUGHTS (spoiler free)

I've now officially completed Pikmin 4 (still working on platinums tho) and it's everything I ever wanted and more. There's always going to be a few nitpicks but it's hard to focus on them in light of the absolute love for the franchise on display. It genuinely feels like a fangame at times with the way it uses ideas from 1 and 2. 2 especially gets a lot of love, with this game clearly being a sequel to it in many aspects. In some ways it makes the differences all the more obvious, with certain formerly imposing creatures being easily taken down in this entry, but there's a joy to it as well. Basically everything I could have hoped for has been included, from the Piklopedia to a couple notable unlocks. There's even a few surprises I ended up loving, such as one endgame power up that has me roaming the levels just for the fun of it. 

I'll say that the timeline weirdness is... fine? They're clearly poking at the seams throughout the game, it even contradicts itself at one point. Much like the repeated crashes it adds an air of uncertainty and superstition that I don't think needs to be concretely explained. I'm a Zelda Timeline hater so if this is their way of saying they don't feel Pikmin needs a consistent timeline I'm all for it. All of the enemy lore is still intact so I don't see any issues.

Very curious to see what's next for this series and even just this game. It's pretty meaty so I don't feel DLC is necessary but I'm sure we'll at least see an update or two. More frequent Pikmin games is always the hope, though I'm fine with this being the newest game for a while. I also expect at least a secret or two to be found, given the series' track record. 2 especially had quite a few, so if this game loves 2 as much as it proclaims to then I'm sure there's something hiding in it. I did see an alternate title screen once, not sure how to trigger it. 

My issues come down to the difficulty and redundancy of some mechanics. Items can make a lot of encounters trivial. The later upgrades make you and Oatchi virtually immortal. The pikmin caller upgrades basically invalidate Oatchi's level 3 command. You can leave caves whenever.  Speaking of Oatchi, basically having a "throw all your pikmin at once" button is incredibly strong and there is almost no trade off especially at max upgrade. Having all of your Pikmin stuck to you also makes things far easier for most combat. All of these issues mostly arise from already having a high skill level at Pikmin, to the point where I didn't need these abilities to do well. I'll be curious to see how newcomers take to the game given this, but a lot of it just feels unnecessary. In some ways it ruins the tone of the series, with 1 and 2 seeming a whole lot more threatening like you’re actually on a dangerous expedition. There’s still some challenge in the endgame but most of the game does feel a bit too easy.

I might come around on the difficulty if there’s a lot of depth to replays and challenges. I'll probably try doing a few challenge runs to see how the difficulty fares. Most prominent to me is a "no upgrade" run, which seems possible. I don't think there are any required upgrades in the lab or for Oatchi other than those given automatically. I think that being able to leave and enter at any sublevel clearly removes any sort of challenge the caves once had as gauntlets, so it makes sense to forego that as well. In fact, I can't think of a single time I actually left in the middle of a cave before beating it. In some ways it makes sense to apply personal restrictions to increase the challenge. Even Pikmin 1 is trivial within 30 days at this point. I'll also be interested to see how speedrunning affects difficulty, since collecting materials to buy upgrades would be unnecessary time. The fact that I'm already thinking about replaying a game that took me 40 hours to finish says a lot. It seems like there's a lot of freedom in how you can approach this game and I can't wait to see it pushed to its limits.

Overall it's a wonderful game. I'm still trying to pinpoint what this game has that Pikmin 3 didn't (other than a ton of content), but it feels a whole lot more satisfying to me than 3 ever did for a similar wait. It’s just so... full. As much as I can nitpick the difficulty and the ways it affects tone, it’s undeniably Pikmin. I haven’t even gushed about the incredible soundtrack or how great the game looks. I’m sure I’ll be playing this for many years to come.

#Pikmin #Pikmin 4 #Keeping my thoughts spoiler free for no particular reason #maybe I'll stream my no upgrades run and discuss my spoiler-related thoughts there #oh yeah I also wish you could toggle auto lock and hints #the constant dialogue boxes from your crew do get a bit distracting

[someoneihavelovedbutneverknown]

Hi hi!

Your pinned post says you're a witch! That's so freaking cool!!!!

How does it work?

thank you!!!

i really don’t know where to start, but i’ll try to :D

So essentially witchcraft is kinda how it sounds. being a witch. a lot of media about witches takes some inspiration from witchcraft, but they are generally fairly inaccurate.

as well, it is not a religion unless you want it to be. it can just be a spiritual practice if that’s all you want it to be.

i’m gonna try to put this into sections so here we go

Wiccan, Hellenistic and Paganism witchcraft

this section does involve deities, and i will cover more on them in a bit.

as similar as wicca is to witchcraft, where are quite a few key differences. wicca has specific deities, such as The Horned God, The Green Man, as well as the triple aspect (based on phases of the moon) The Maiden, The Mother, and The Crone. wicca is more religiously based because of its use of deities.

hellenic witches are likely those you have seen on tiktok, talking about their experiences with Zeus or Artemis. they work with Greek deities and spirits.

pagan witches kind of pick and choose deities. one pagan witch may choose to work with Freya (a Norse deity) as well as Apollo (a Greek deity). i’ve even seen some pagan witches with Christian God or Jesus Christ as their deity, so it’s pretty cool.

there are also Norse Pagan witches who work with deities from the Norse mythos, such as Odin, Thor, Freya, or Loki (i work with Loki :D).

deity work

you may be asking, “Cam, what the fuck are deities?”, and i’m glad you asked (or not).

deities are a type of spirit guide, they are essentially a being of energy (that’s what some say) that can sometimes take on physical form. sometimes deities will want to work with you, so they’ll reach out. reaching out can include repeating numbers, symbols, animals, or interests.

as dope as deities are, there are also trixter spirits. while deities will help you grow in both your craft and in your general life, trixter spirits take that energy, and disguise themselves as a deity. an example i’ve seen is somebody had “Hades” reach out to them, but after starting to work with “him”, they started getting a lot of anxiety, and it turned out to be a trixter spirit.

spirit guides

now that i’m confusing you with terms you don’t know, it’s time to define them!!!

a spirit guide is kinda what it sounds like, it’s a spiritual guardian (deities, ancestors, spirit animals, guardian angels, ascended masters, passed love ones, and probably more that i didn’t include).

i already covered deities so i’m not gonna do it again, now let’s talk ancestors. i personally haven’t had much experience with mine, but looking at what others have experienced, it’s not one specific person. it’s more so a group of people. i’m not to helpful on the topic, so you may have to do you own research.

spirit animals are one of my personal favorites. it’s an animal that watches over you and helps you. some may have a pet that passed away, others may have a random animal (mine is a bear, she’s very sweet).

guardian angels are very prominent in Christian religions, and they are exactly as shown in Christianity. an angel that guards over you, and helps you.

ascended masters are kinda what they sound like. think Mary, Buddha, important mortals and masters in religions that help you out :).

passed loved ones are very self explanatory. they serve as a guardian angel of sorts.

now, how do you find these guides? i’d say the best method is guided meditations (look on youtube and spotify/apple music)

yay now what about actual witchcraft

so, there are a few types of witchcraft. let me show thy, in a motherfucking speedrun babyyyyy

Green witch- works with spells, herbs, crystals, and plants

Astrology witch- works with zodiac signs, sun, moon, stars

Divination witch- works on predicting the future (crystal balls, tarot [tarot isn’t limited to divination witches tho same with pendulums], tea leaves etc.)

Moon witch- works with the moon and moon-based deities (Selene, Hekate)

Sun witch- works with the sun and sun-based deities (Helios, Apollo)

Crystal witch- works with crystals (and sometimes chakras)

Grey witch- works with both light and dark forces, pretty neutral about this practice vs that practice

Chaos witches (meeeee)- works with chaos magic, and does anything to get things done (yes, this can include appropriation and violation of closed practices, but i personally do not like to go there bc guilt issues go brrr)

Eclectic witches- a little bit of everything!

now, i covered the basic and common types of witches, but there’s probably more out there, so don’t be afraid to resarch!!

closed practices

a closed practice is something specific to a culture. voodoo and hoodoo are two examples of closed practices, and those can be practiced by African American people, or people of African descent (don’t quote me on this part, i have like base knowledge on this). if you find a practice that i haven’t listened in the witchcraft types section, please to research on wether or not it’s a closed practice.

now, you’ve reached the end!!!

there is so much i could list, but this post would be fuckin long as hell. so, if you’re interested in anything listed, i recommend you research! here are some things that you should definitely research if you’re looking to get into witchcraft. as well, the use of white sage is specific towards Native American cultures, so please look into things that aren’t your culture!!!

-crystals

-chakras

-closed vs open practices

-shadow work

-meditations

-and any topic you’re interested in!

feel free to send me anymore asks, i’m all ears!

#witchcraft #witch community #witchcore #witchblr #witch tips #witch types

[dadsbongos]

why did you ask me out? (4)

1 / 2 / 3 / chapter 4 - evil trance / 5

2.3K words

warnings - speedrun enemies to friends to lovers trope

summary - You and Chrissy are long-lost best friends that join sides to pull one over on the girls hoping to make you prom queen as a bet. Things don't always go to plan - sometimes you realize you're in love and sometimes the girls shoot back at you.

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1986. Senior Year.

You groggily push yourself up and stumble for just a second, you rush to Jason as quickly as your heels will allow and you shove him away from where he’s huddled Chrissy against the wall.

“Fuck off, man!” you shout, “She said you’re done, just leave!”

He goes to retort but then he sees Chrissy from over your shoulder. He shakes his head and points a finger in your face, “This isn’t over, freak.”

“Get out before I shove you out the fucking window,” you land a hard jab to his shoulder. There’s fear leaking through your veins but you refuse to let it show now, “Get the fuck out.”

Whether he’s actually threatened or not doesn’t matter when he’s shuffling out of the window anyhow.

“Oh my God,” Chrissy clings to your arm and leans so she can see into your eyes, “is your head okay?”

“Yeah, just need a minute,” you press your lips and grin when you remember the pink that litters them, “We got a prom to get to.”

“Are you sure?”

“We made a deal,” you turn and it takes restraint that even Saint Monica doesn’t know to not kiss her in front of the open window, “Let’s go so I can win or lose prom queen; and we win either way.” 

Embarrassing Lily and Anne was now a far cry from the sweet victory of tonight, but it definitely works as a cherry on top.

1986. LAST WEEK.

“You guys going to prom?” Jeff asks after spotting student body president, Valeria Newman, and vice president, Claudia Green, hanging up a poster advertising ticket sales at lunch.

“For what? It’s not like we’re playing,” Eddie rolls his eyes, overly sick with the prom season fever after three years of it being shoved down his throat as a senior.

“I’m going,” Gareth actually smiles, though he tries hiding it by placing a hand over his mouth, “Kimmy asked me.”

“Yeah, I’m taking my girl, too,” Jeff doesn’t bother hiding his grin, “We’re going to her prom, though, so you’ll all have to go without seeing me in a suit.”

Grant shakes his head, “My mom’s taking us out of state for the weekend and we have to leave after school.”

Attention turns to you as you boredly knock the limp excuse for meat around the tray with your fork. You shrug, “Why would I?”

“For fun,” Gareth kicks at the toe of your shoe under the table, “You’re only a senior once, unless you’re Eddie.”

“Man,” he sighs but there’s an upturn to his lips, then he looks at you - pointing right in your face because he knows how much it annoys you, “Don’t fold and go, it’s overrated. I went my first two years and you know what happened?” you simply raise a brow and Eddie raises both hands in the air, “Nothing! Absolutely nothing, it was so fucking boring.”

“Well, did you have a date?” Grant asks.

“I know you people can get dates, but I’m not so gifted,” Eddie grins sardonically.

“Hey, nobody’s lining up to ask me either,” you huff, “I might just practice Master of Puppets again.”

“You’ve been practicing that nonstop,” Jeff sighs, “Just give prom a try. I know it’s not our scene, but do you really wanna be the kid that didn’t go and then wonders what could’ve happened?”

“I’ll go if somebody asks me,” you toss up your hands, “And not Munson, that’s a cop-out.”

“Fucked up, I was gonna make you prom queen,” Eddie glares at you and there’s a round of laughs from the table.

“What if you-know-who asks you?” Gareth raises his brows, “She’s going for sure.”

“Stop being so loud,” you throw a fry at Gareth’s head and shake your own, “also, no way that’s happening. You-know-who for sure has a date and hates me.” 

“Doesn’t hate you,” Grant tries.

“Hasn’t tried talking to me in like four years,” you point out as Dustin and Mike finally take their seats at the table.

“Who hasn’t tried talking to you in four years?” Mike leans over to look at you from Dustin’s other side.

“Nobody,” you mumble, “The devil worshippers are trying to get me to go to prom.”

“Oh, you should,” Dustin places a hand on your arm, which you quickly shake off, “Suzie was visiting and we just watched Pretty in Pink, you’d love prom.”

“Pretty in Pink is a work of fiction and also Molly Ringwald is crazy hot,” you swat the boy’s arm, “Unrealistic, I say.”

Thank God for idiot boys because Mike and Dustin don’t notice your slip up in calling Molly Ringwald hot.

“You should go so you can actually have experience to base your hatred on,” Mike says in full support of Dustin, or perhaps simply in full support of pissing you off, “and then you can tell us, unbiased, if we should go.”

“Your sister is so much nicer than you, you know that?”

“Not when you’re related to her, but sure.”

“Fine, whatever,” you roll your eyes, “I’ll go if I’m really enticed, but that’s the only reason.”

Eddie’s uncharacteristically quiet and it leads you to look at him. His eyes are on the popular table, which is nothing new, but there’s nothing nasty beneath his gaze (his wide-eyed gaze, may you add). No rant waiting under his tongue. No spring under his chair ready to launch him onto the table. He leans forward to whisper to you,

“Don’t look now, but Cunningham is totally fuckin’ staring at you.”

1986. PROM.

“Ugh, dude, you didn’t tell me Jason was going as prom king,” you gag dramatically.

“Ugh, don’t call me ‘dude’,” Chrissy shoots right back.

Your hands shake slightly when you see the name. You’re trying to swallow it down. Pretend it isn’t happening, but every time you blink it’s still there. Low purple lights and ugly streamers and Chrissy’s hand on your thigh under the table. Your name next to Jason’s on the prom royalty ballot.

A guitar riff picks up from the band on stage (of which Eddie wouldn't waste two seconds saying would suck) - one you recognize instantly from years of Dustin making you and Eddie listen to it in the van.

Chrissy sits straighter at the sound, at the velvety voice of the lead singer. She turns to you, nodding as she quietly sings along, “Oh, Jessie’s got himself a girl and I wanna make her mine.”

“Oh, Jessie’s Girl,” you murmur, taking a quick swig of your punch and running your tongue over the sugary residue left on your teeth, “You can never be too on the nose.”

When can we get out of here?

“It’s fun,” Chrissy hums the tune, removing her hand from your thigh to grab a pencil and mark down you and Jason as prom royalty, “Soon.”

“Huh?”

“I know you,” she leans in to whisper to you, her lips just brushing the shell of your ear, “I know what you’re thinking - and soon. I promise.”

“God, Chris,” you turn to look her in the eyes even though you know how dangerous that is in public, “you sure know how to get to a girl’s heart.”

“Don’t even hafta try,” she giggles and leans over to vote yourself and Jason on your ballot as well, “Lie. I’m trying really hard right now, is it working?”

You watch her lean back in her seat. Strapped, ballet slipper pink trumpet dress on and pretty smile so easy to her lips. Chrissy Cunningham really has the nerve to ask if she’s found a way back into your heart - as if she ever left.

But you can’t say that, not when anyone could turn on you in the meandering swarm of students. Not when tonight is meant to be fun.

“Definitely,” you grin and scoot your chair closer to hers, the legs squeak against the linoleum, “As soon as this prom queen shit’s done - we’re out,” you make a show of biting your lip, nudging her arm and whispering, “I have so many years to make up with you.”

“Oh, really?” she gasps playfully, “How’re we gonna do that?”

“I’m thinking, stereotypical sleepover - makeover, pillow fights, all the works - and then we make out.”

“Yeah?” she tilts her head and you’re so smitten it’s almost laughable, “I think that sounds pretty great. Wanna use a face mask?” you nod and she chuckles, “I think I have a few I wanna try with you.”

“Wow, you saying I’m gross, Cunningham?” you glare teasingly.

“Don’t call me that,” she twirls a hanging framing hair around her finger and shakes her head, “And no, I’m not saying you’re gross.”

Anne Mark picks up the ballots in front of you two and Chrissy hopes you don’t notice the way she sneers at you so openly.

She’s always hated her friends, and now she feels free to live that truth. She won’t drown when she’s tossed overboard because you’re there. 

You take Chrissy’s hand under the table and play with the gold rings that decorate her fingers. Meanwhile, Chrissy’s eyes train on Anne’s movements about the table. Haphazard and loose - ballots are crumbled and nearly torn. Lily and another girl - Tracy Cox, she thinks - are waiting at the counting table. 

But they don’t count the ballots there.

Lily and Tracey move behind the curtains and she can see Lily already reaching into her purse for what looks like a stack of papers - just about the size of the ballots.

“I’ll be right back,” Chrissy stands and you almost whine when her hand slips out of yours.

“Come back soon?” you hate how needy you sound but there’s something undeniable about the way you crave her. An unending sweet tooth - a black hole.

“Yeah,” she pauses to flash you a bright smile, “I’ll be quick.”

Looking back on it, she should’ve just told you she was suspicious of Anne and Lily, but what is it they say about hindsight?

It’s 20/20.

You spot Eddie behind the gym bleachers. Just barely. His hair makes for a haunting silhouette that you couldn’t possibly mistake. You manage to catch his wild, frantic stare through the gaps in the benches and he waves excitedly at you.

Part of the gift in knowing Eddie is that you can tell what he’s thinking. It’s always a broad guess, but you know. Part of the gift in being Eddie’s best friend is seeing beneath the showmanship. It’s watching him wave you over and knowing he’s worried about you - like a mom watching her child play with the bigger kids, but all the bigger kids would gut you alive if given the opportunity.

So you go to him just to ease his worries.

You duck behind the bleachers and see him sat against the wall, open lunchbox of drugs between his spread legs.

You kick one of those spread legs, “Whore.”

“Nice to see you having fun,” his shoulders scrunch and he bats his eyes like a Hollywood schoolgirl.

Your back hits the wall and you slide down, your hands play loosely with the red-rose corsage Chrissy placed upon your wrist, “What’re you doing here, Munson? Thought prom was overrated.”

“It is,” Eddie turns to you and his hands fly up, then turn palm-down and he wiggles his fingers as he brings them back down, “Just here to watch you get Carrie’d.”

“Fuck off,” you jab your elbow into his arm, “I hope you get caught in my telekinetic psychotic snap.”

“I do, too,” he murmurs, nodding slowly to himself, “Great inspiration for a song.”

“Ass,” you reach up to pinch his cheek, “hole.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he bats you off, “No, Gareth ‘n’ his unlucky lady needed a ride and as much as I hate this shit,” he gestures loosely above the bleachers, “it’s a fucking jackpot for selling.”

Just as he says that, Patrick McKinney gets under the bleachers with a wad of cash in one hand and his bundled up overcoat in the other.

“I’ll leave you to it,” you pat Eddie’s shoulder and lean up to whisper in Patrick’s ear as you pass him, “Careful not to get stuck under his evil spell, then you’re really fucked.”

…

“I swear, it’s like you’re in some fucked up trance,” Lily’s glaring at Chrissy and if looks could kill then the cheer captain would have dropped dead two minutes ago, “Like, what? Are you two friends now?”

Chrissy shakes her head and the hatred builds in her gut until it refuses to pause in her jaw, “So what if we are? She’s a nice person,” and she can’t help but think to every time she bought from Eddie, “They all are. So yes, I’m friends with her.”

“I told you,” Anne sings, laying a hand to Chrissy’s shoulder, “She’s been turned.”

“You know she’s…” Lily doesn’t even want to finish the sentence, “Chris, we’re looking out for you.”

“You people have no idea what you’re talking about,” Chrissy crosses her arms, “You just assume the worst and never give anyone a chance, and if this ruins our ‘friendship’ then I’ll gladly accept that.”

“We were worried you’d say that,” Anne pouts histrionically, and suddenly - her hands clutch Chrissy by the shoulder.

Lily sighs, opening up the backstage storage closet while Anne strong-arms Chrissy into the dark room.

Chrissy bangs on the door, tries the handle, screams, bangs again, tries the handle, bangs some more, and continues shouting for help. 

Nothing.

The music is turned up and the door must be jammed shut. Chrissy’s breathing shortens and her hands clam up. Her palms are going to bruise tomorrow with the vigor and speed with which she’s slamming them into the door.

…

As you climb up and out from the bleachers, principal Higgins is calling attention with the mic. 

“Our prom royalty of the evening,” he smiles at the students and holds up a stack of ballots as if anyone could read them, “Jason Carver and…” he searches the crowd for you and tosses his arm out while calling your name, “King and queen of Hawkins High!”

#chrissy x reader #chrissy cunningham x reader #chrissy cunningham x you #chrissy cunningham fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things fic #wdyamo fic #chrissy.🍑

[hestiashand]

Sasuke: 25, 28, 30

Naruto: 25, 28, 16

this ask game

sasuke

25: when do you think they acted the most ooc?

uhhh the very end of shippuden when he’s leaving the village and sakura comes running after him to ask if she can come.. and he POKES HER FOREHEAD and says maybe next time….. HE WOULD NOT DO THAT. HE WOULD NOT DO THATTTTTTT the rage that instilled within me…. anything after ch 698/699 isn’t actually real To Me though and everyone is insanely ooc so uhh it’s hard to pick otherwise. the thing with sasuke is he’s constantly pulling unpredictable things in which in the moment it seems a little crazy or weird but it’s always further explored later and then it ends up making sense….. so i feel like for him i have to use an end of shippuden moment T.T but i offer this as a replacement panel

[ ID: a manga panel of sasuke tapping sakuras forehead. he says “i’m gay.” END ID. ]

28: the most unnecessary thing they ever did?

this is so hard. sasuke didn’t do a single thing wrong so i’m really trying to figure out smth that he did that was unnecessary… okay i thinkk maybe what i can say is this.. although i do understand why he would do this, and it was absolutely in character— a product of a pre-teens pent up rage and trauma— i do think him challenging naruto on the hospital rooftop in the classic was unnecessary. i don’t blame him for doing it, nor do i think he was necessarily in the wrong or out of pocket, but in the grand scheme of things it was unnecessary. was it necessary for him? absolutely, he needed to do this for himself, to answer the question thats been nagging him for ages… but all in all i guess i can say that it wasn’t really necessary.. this is still so hard to say tho because I GET IT I GET WHY HE DID IT and i do believe that for *himself* he had to do it otherwise it would have driven him nuts, but in the grand scheme of things he technically didn’t rlly have to. maybe.

30: the funniest scene they had?

well the first thing that comes to mind is when he reanimates the previous hokages and interrogates them to decide whether or not he’ll destroy konoha.. cause he’s intensely asking these questions to the hokages of past and has questions for every single one of them except minato LOL like he really just leaves minato standing there the whole time in silence… listening and learning… OH OH WAIT NO hold on actually i think a scene that made me laugh harder is when he and naruto are fighting kaguya and she shifts them into the location with lava and sasuke summons his eagle and everyone else is falling and naruto yells “sasuke, over there” pointing to sakura and kakashi, and sasuke looks over for a second before immediately looking back and saving naruto LMFAOOO bro did not care ajsjshsjhs hold on i’ll rb it in a min too ik where to find a screen recording ehehhee it makes me cackle

naruto

25: when do you think they acted the most ooc?

i think at the beginning of the war arc while he’s being hidden away training with killer bee… there’s a fair bit from this i think is slightly ooc but the biggest thing to me is while he’s addressing “dark naruto” at the waterfall… i just frankly don’t believe he would be able to push away and ‘get over’ all the hatred and pain and agony inside him that he’s been repressing for years caused by the way the village has treated him just like that.. and then the waterfalls like ‘oh shit yea u did it you are No Longer Angry or Hateful’….. like there’s just no way he can suddenly just accept all that after 16 years.. uhm ok i love that he hugged himself and i think it was very sweet and cute, and i wouldn’t trade that out for anything buttttt there definitely had to be more to it than that to make it something that naruto would actually be able to move on from and work thru while staying in character. that was just a speedrun to move on the plot quicker heh.. it’s just ooc.. naruto has been a hateful little menace his whole life there’s no way he can get over all that pain stored inside him so quick in that moment… ugh.

28: the most unnecessary thing they ever did?

i mean i think it’s stupid and funny but i’m gonna have to go with the obvious practicing reverse harem jutsu more than the rasengan… WHY DID HE DO THAT LMFAO other than to look at naked boys 🤨🤨 sus? also just like… forgiving so many people that should not have been forgiven. jiraiya, sakura, itachi, village as a whole, ect ect…… idk very messed up. i think a lot of the writing around naruto getting rid of his anger was very sloppy and not well written.. so i think the way he just instantly forgives these ppl is unnecessary.

16: a childhood headcanon?

naruto bleaches his hair.. so as a kid he had black hair for me :p (and during long missions when he doesn’t have time to do touch ups his roots start growing in hheheh).. also i think narutos apartment was so messy all the time because he really didn’t like spending time in there all alone.. so he’d do what he needed to (eat, sleep, bathroom, ect) but then would immediately head out.. so he didn’t really care for cleaning since he was rarely there anyways…

#sasuke was so tricky to answer for cause hes never done anything wrong and he’s genuinely a very complex character so its hard to say he #acts ooc since.. theres always a reasoning behind it even if that reason is a little batshit crazy aksjskshks #(except for anything post vote2 ofc. hes ooc all the time after that) #and i feel like everything hes done is necessary in general or at least to him and his iwn growth so oof it was hard ? #anyways you know me these answers are so wordy but i like to talk ahsjgsjshsj #thank u for asking for themmm heheh #ask and i shall answer #opens-up-4-nobody

[fallrimxreader]

Hello! Can I please request companions reacting to Sole Survivor taking control of the institute by convincing father, then killing the directorate, all within one hour of getting there?(basically speedrunning a golden ending?)

Thx ^-^

All I can imagine is Sole sprinting as fast as they can all over the place. Never getting tired, just running and talking as fast as they can when they need to talk to someone.

Cait: “So what’s the plan?” She asks outside the institute.

“Get in, get it done, get out.”

“Simple, easy to follow. Let’s do it.” She was never keen on the institute so she is happy to get it over and done with.

Cait runs right behind Sole; she’s built up her stamina and is able to easily keep up. Once Sole finishes talking to Father they head to the directorate and the pair essentially go in guns blazing. Cait’s favorite way to do things. They’re done in an hour and Cait sighs in content.

“I think that was the quickest mission we’ve ever done. We should be proud.” She beams. She’s happy to work quick. Cait isn’t the type of person to dawdle, she likes being efficient. Though she has to admit, Sole still continues to impress Cait every day. After this she’s expecting Sole to do something in 15 minutes.

Curie: “Are you alright? Why are we in such a rush?” She asked trying to keep up.

“I just want to get this done.” Curie understood wanting to get the mission done. She didn’t have the best thoughts on the institute.

She tried hard to listen as they talked but it was hard to keep up with Sole talking so fast. Working in the field of science most things took time to complete, she was used to taking things slow. So, moving at high speeds was quite a shock to her. She tried her best to keep up but she was getting a little flustered. She was more than happy to follow along with Sole, but she didn’t want to agree to something if she wasn’t completely sure what they were doing. She finally got Sole to stand still and explain the plan completely and thoroughly. After Sole explained what they were doing she was fine with going ahead with it. She just didn’t want to blindly follow.

Codsworth: “I’m not sure we should be rushing through this Sir/Mum. It’s a bit of a big decision. Would you like to take some time to consider.”

“There is no time, we have to do it now.”

“Okay, then I am right by your side.” He’s able to keep up with Sole quite easily. He put his two cents in, but ultimately, he will always follow Sole’s lead. He trusts their judgment. When the world fell, he spent decades all alone, the time slowly creeping by. So, to be doing tasks at a quick pace was actually a nice change. He enjoyed getting this done quickly, moving onto the next job on the list.  

Dogmeat: He likes all the running around; he thinks it’s great and like a game. He happily follows. Although once everything is over, he is also happy to lay down and take a nap.

Danse: He was hoping they could take their time and relish a little more in the fall of the institute. Though he can understand Sole wanting to get it done and over with. It was their son’s work after all. He followed along and was able to keep up with Sole even in the power armor. He kept quiet and just shot when he was told to shoot. Like the good soldier he was. That was what he was taught after all, get in, do the job then leave. So, getting the task done in an hour was easy work for him. It was just another day with the brotherhood,

“Good work, you should be proud. We’ve done the world a service. And in a timely manner too, no wasted energy.”

Deacon: “Alright, I’m done running. You go ahead, I’ll wait here and you can just pick me up later when it’s time for the big finale.”

Deacon sits in the institute tired from all the back and forth. Once Sole is ready to be done with the institute they come back and together they take down the directorate and the institute. He’s happy that Sole got it done quick, it meant they could move on with their lives faster.

Hancock: “Damn Boss, you got a hot date to get too or something? Why the rush?” He asks, panting as he held himself up against a wall. He wasn’t ready for this amount of cardio.

“I just want to get this done.”

“I can get behind that, but I also like to be able to feel my feet ya know?” Sole will give Hancock a break to rest while they talk to everyone, then when it is time for action they collect him. He has no problem with how easy the decision was for Sole to kill the directorate. He just likes to tag along with Sole. He has no good feelings for the institute so killing them was fine with him. He does also like that getting it done quick will mean he can go home and rest sooner. Soon enough the institute is done and Hancock makes a suggestion to go home and put their feet up.

MacCready: “Could we stop for just a second?” He asks. Sole turns and looks at MacCready, he can see the pure determination in their eyes. He knew they couldn’t and wouldn’t stop now. So, he took a few deep breaths and continued on. His legs stung as they ran around, but soon enough it was done. At the end he sat down and just rested. He knew never to get in the way of Sole when they were on a roll, and he always knew that eventually the job would be done.

“I think you should start timing yourself, I bet you’re hitting some pretty impressive records.” He laughed, though slightly serious. He was never this fast when working alone. He loved that Sole always gave 100% effort into everything. That’s one reason why he is so loyal to them.

Piper: “Woah woah, let’s pause first, get all the facts and then go ahead.” Piper expressed her concern. She was not the type to rush in.

“Decision already made, I can do it with you or do it myself.” Piper would stick by Sole, but she didn’t like rushing jobs. She felt like they could miss something, or things can easily go wrong if you go too fast. After everything is complete she’ll go over the mission in her head making sure they did everything and nothing was missed.

“Blue you’ve got to slow down, you can’t rush these things. Even if it is the institute, its peoples lives and you have to think these things through.”

Preston: He’s used to things taking a long time to get done. So, he was surprised with how quickly Sole was moving through the institute. He expected their war to last for days even weeks. But Sole took them out in an hour. He was ultimately left speechless. He of course helped Sole through it all, but it still amazed him how it was suddenly just over. He wasn’t expecting it. In the end he was left with his mouth open. He’s thrilled that Sole is such a go getter and gets things done with no fuss. This becomes one of Preston’s favorite things about Sole. He was getting tired and a little unsure of the mission himself, but Sole was so keen on getting it done that Preston just followed along no questions asked.

Valentine: He’s able to keep up with running around, he has quite the stamina. What he does have a problem with is when Sole expresses they are going to kill the directorate.

“Woah, maybe take some time to think about this? You only just got here, take a day at least.”

“I’ve made up my mind. Are you with me or not?”

“Alright, I’m with you.” He sticks beside Sole and helps them take out the directorate.

Strong: He’s happy to know Sole wants to get the job done quick.

“Strong hate talking. Humans talk too much.” He expresses when the directorate won’t stop talking. Strong is happy when Sole tells him they need to take everyone out. He much prefers fighting than talking. So, he’s thrilled that getting to the action was a lot quicker than he expected.

X6-88: He is furious that Sole thinks the institute is something to rush through. He wants them to take care, listen to everyone carefully and plan everything out. He feels that Sole is taking the institute for granted and is being disrespectful to Father’s legacy. When Sole kills the directorate he loses his cool and snaps. He tells Sole just how disappointed he is and expresses that he no longer wants to work with Sole after they treated his home like the bad guys.

#fallout 4 #companions x sole #cait #curie #codsworth #dogmeat #deacon #danse #hancock #maccready #piper #preston #valentine #strong #x6-88 #ask

[astrobei]

Hello Suni astrobei. For end of year asks, I ask you 2 and 12

hi abby strangeswift !! ok so i got a couple asks for 2 so i’m going to answer that one elsewhere so i can focus my full attention on Gushing !

12. talk about a new friend you made this year

ok i’m about to get seriously so sappy so if you don’t feel like reading through all this feel free to Leave (no hard feelings LOL)

i’m someone who has a pretty small social circle irl so i never thought i’d meet so many wonderful ppl this year, and definitely not online and definitely not because i started writing fanfiction again LOL like if u told january suni this she’d look at u like 👁👁 on a more serious note though this year was insane for me. so much changed really quickly in my life and i’m so beyond grateful that amidst all the chaos i was led to all of u guys ! literally if we’ve had even one conversation on here there’s a very high chance i’ve referred to u as a friend irl so. do with that what u will.

abby and ella (@elekinetic) and sierra (@finalgirlbyers) i want u guys to know that i treasure u all So Much. like even if our convos are sporadic or if we talk exclusively through asks ur presence on my dash brings me so much joy and i look forward to each post u make and each message and each ask and each incoherent ramble in the tags !! i don’t have Favorite Mutuals but if i did it would be u guys because it’s insane how much i light up seeing ur urls ! i hope 2023 brings so many more wonderful interactions w u guys, u rly make my mindless scrolling on tumblr 100x more fun

yvie @nnilkyway HELLO i am so so beyond grateful i met them this year ! what a strange stroke of luck too bc i was so obsessed w their art before we met and hearing him say he was a big fan of my work was like. mind boggling. anyways yvie is literally one of the funniest people i have ever met in my life oh my god it’s so rare for me to find people whose sense of humor just Clicks with mine but like. four messages in and we were sending each other memes and becoming best friends and it was fantastic! i have never once felt weird or intimidated talking to them which is crazy for me, a person who feels weird and intimidated a Lot, and also need i reiterate his INSANE TALENT !! like holy shit ! my go to person for talking about gf mike wheeler or mitski or literally just anything and everything. yvie if you’re reading this i am putting u in my pocket and holding u so close. mwah. also we are married, btw. if anyone cares.

haven @bookinit02 OK. you all have heard me gush about haven a million and one times on this blog and i’m sure you’ve seen her gush about me because she’s (rightfully) obsessed with me (/j. kind of) but haven was the first friend i ever made in the byler community which is so so beyond insane to me. i fell in love with her writing so instantaneously and you guys should’ve been there to see my reaction when i saw her leave her first comment on my fic. literally screamed it was so embarrassing 😭 we talked exclusively through ao3 comments for a while because she’d yell every time i updated ihcisc and i’d yell every time she updated her season 2 rewrite and then one day she dm’d me asking me to make a twt to add me to a byler gc and the rest was History. anyways haven is one of the most talented most creative people i’ve ever met BUT she’s also one of the sweetest and most compassionate people on the face of this planet and deserves nothing but good things always ! she’s one of those people that i need to talk to every day or i’ll go insane and i love how our convos can speedrun the entire human spectrum of emotions within like. 5 minutes. she’s so incredibly supportive and my #1 hype girl and she has the freaky ability to entirely turn my mood around on a bad day in less than 20 seconds. she literally managed to sleuth around and find my venmo just to send me soup money. if i could buy her Everything then i literally would. i would eat cilantro for her. i would watch the mlvn makeout scene for her. i would get my socks wet for her. literally i would do anything for her and i can’t wait until i see her in june and i chase her in circles around the airport and then we kiss👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽 and we Hug so tight and platonically 🫂

thea @wiseatom u already know. i tell her every day that i would do literally anything she asked of me and it’s true! literally 2 minutes ago she said “suni u should dye ur hair green” and for a moment i seriously considered it. anyways thea is objectively the funniest fucking person i have ever met in my life and is also my twin. if my twin were blond and taller and also a different age. in all seriousness though thea feels like the world’s most insane older sister to me and as an Actual older sister i’m really loving the feral little sibling treatment. she’s so insane easy to talk to (probably bc our brains work in the exact same way) and Oozes talent from literally every single cell in her body. she sends me a snippet of her work and i spend the next 10 minutes rolling on the floor trying not to SCREAM. there are so few people who can make me laugh as much as she does but also turn me into a blubbering mess of a baby with her Evil Cruel Prose 2 seconds later but thea wiseatom has been put on this planet to achieve the impossible. i have rarely felt so seen as i do when i talk to her, whether it’s for advice or Wallowing or complaining about our disproportionately large heads together, she is so kind and supportive and one of my favorite people Ever. i can’t believe the universe put her 3000 miles away from me because i Need to be a menace to her in person but we’ll make it work. every day i say goodnight to her at 8 pm my time and then say good morning to her at 2 am my time and then i go to bed <3 thea if you’re reading this (and u better be. i tagged u) i hope u know that u are the light of my life and i am packing my bindle as we speak to begin the cross country trek. mwah.

@andiwriteordie ANDI ! i miss talking to u every day but u are so busy with ur big girl job and cranking out quality fics at light speed so i’ll give u a pass 😔 andi is literally a legend in the byler fic community so when i found out she Knew Who I Was,,, i died. i literally died. even when we haven’t talked in a while i love how we can pick up a convo like nothing has changed or send posts that remind us of each other or go crazy apeshit in each others tags like there’s no tomorrow !! andi is so so inspirational to me, she is so kind and creative and full of positivity (even if her writing is mean and full of Sadness and Misery. still haven’t forgiven u for descent, btw) she feels like my other older sister and she has such an insane way with words that i will never understand ! thank u for singlehandedly keeping byler tumblr going, i hope 2023 is so kind to u and u get ultra promoted and have so much fun at the eras tour like u deserve <3

moon aka @smoosnoom omg ok not only is moon so crazy talented but she is such! a sweet person! back when i started writing for byler she was such an enigma to me, an ao3 user and a total Mystery, so i never expected us to actually talk and now! here we are! she is so uplifting and supportive and i’ve loved getting to know her over the past few months, whether it’s bonding over our shared hatred (affectionate. mostly) of finn wolfhard or bawling our eyes out to everything everywhere (oh my god.) seeing her comment on my first fic literally made my heart stop dead in my chest. she has such a gift for making everyone feel so immediately accepted and welcome in any space, and i will spend the rest of my life stewing in anger that she’s taller than me. that feels extremely, unfathomably illegal. anyway moon if ur reading this (and u also better be! bc i tagged u!!) i hope the new year is so good to u <3 mwah ily

#ok this was so long . #now that i’ve Gushed #i can continue to the other asks in my inbox. oops #anyways i love my friends so much if u couodnt tell #so full of Love and Good Feelings today #thanks for this ask abby i bet u are regretting it now LOL #/ask

[rockheadcd]

@electrivolt​ said: "Hey, love— wake up, please?" He's still being as gentle as he can, a hand on his love's shoulder and carefully shaking him, his voice a whisper in his ear, and a kiss gently pressed against his cheek. He could let him keep sleeping, sure— probably should've with how late he keeps going to bed and how early he keeps waking up, but breakfast is ready and he worked really hard to make these french toasts just right and just how Roark would like them with the jam and side of eggs and all—

( he's maybe just a little nervous. it has to be perfect for his love, especially today, right? )

And when he's sure that Roark is awake enough, Volkner finally feels it's the right time to plant a kiss right on his lips instead, not quite able to help the smile on his own.

"Happy birthday, love. Sit up so you can eat before it gets cold." He needs to make sure he'll get to eat his special breakfast at its best, right? ( that, and he needs to bring something else, too. ) "I'll be right back, okay?" He just... needs to bring some boxes in, after all the effort that went into wrapping and hiding everything for this long. Roark will surely appreciate the new pillows and planter, right? / birthday boy mornings!!

“Mmn..” He doesn’t at all wake up immediately, graciously allowed to sleep in ( it was, more or less, volkner and about ten ‘mons staring him down when he said he’d work on his birthday like usual, so here he was on a mandatory day off ), shrinking down with the whisper against his ear, but eventually blinking awake, groggy and tired. “Somethin’ you need..?” is the first thing that comes tumbling out of his mouth, rubbing his eyes and reaching for his glasses. But, it seems like Volkner is a bit antsy for other reasons, but nothing dire, leaving Roark curious in his sleepiness.

But, at least the kiss he gets gets his attention, probably as powerful as the coffee he’s inevitably going to ask for, happily returning it and smiling tiredly in turn. “Thanks, love..wait, you made breakfast..?” Eat it? Food? Was that why he was wide awake? Ahh... that would made sense, huh. 

Well, now Roark simply just has to speedrun being half-asleep, pulling himself up to sit and rest against the headboard, pillows cushioning a bare back, happily pulling the lap tray of food over and taking a good look at it—french toast.. eggs.. that’s definitely homemade jam from the groves outside... he really made all this for him..? “Oh? Okay—” He must have gotten him something, surely.. but for the moment, Roark takes Volkner’s advice and picks up the fork and digs right in, cutting a piece of french toast and dipping it in the jam.

By the time Volkner comes back, the slices of french toast are nowhere to be seen, and Roark looks incredibly, undeniably happy. There would be pixel flowers over his head, if possible. At the moment, he’s mixing the eggs into the rest of the jam.

( he went for a different recipe this time, and it worked out really well.. and then the jam works so nicely, picking the right sweetness of berries... volkner really tried his best after all of that trial and error and he did so well... man, he doesn’t deserve him... )

“This is so good, love..! Did you spend all morning on this? And then you still got presents!” Roark babbles despite the grogginess heavy in his voice. Breakfast got eviscerated and now he’s reaching for his presents, enough sugar in his system to carry him for a little while, enough to quite literally make grabbing motions the moment he sets aside the empty dish and tray. When he finally gets his presents, he immediately tears it open in excitement, a laugh and genuine awe at the fluffy, quite literal dino chicken nugget pillows, hugging one of them. Definitely a win. “I can’t believe these exist.. where do we put ‘em? The couch, or here?” A decision for later, since there’s a smaller gift as well. Once opened, he finds a dinosaur planter, the opening it’s open mouth—not unlike a totodile, all things considered, and he loves it all the same. Expect him to put herbs in there so they can grow in the kitchen—in about a couple hours.

He sets it aside since it’s fragile, and then turns his attention to Volkner himself, reaching to grab him and shower him in affection. “Thank you, love—this was so nice, and I’m really proud of you for doing all of this. I love you so much—!” Come here, Volkner, he needs to smother you in kisses!! “I’m so lucky...” 

#electrivolt #🌙 ━ / asks. #🗻 ━ 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁! / roark ic.

[bonesandthebees]

[“What? It wasn’t a lie,” Ranboo said, shaking his head. “Yeah, sure, Techno told me to become friends with you two so I could tell him things you might not wanna say to him or Phil, but I did it because I was trying to help you!”] either Aimsey only heard this part of the conversation, or learning Ranboo was told to befriend Tommy and Wilbur sent them over the edge. Maybe the fact that Ranboo admits it too.

Anyway, they are also all of us in this moment, and they are pissed. Because if that happened with Wilbur and Tommy, what if it happened with them too? Then Aimsey has about the exact same breakdown Tommy had. Going through the motions of “I defended Ranboo to Wilbur when he was right” and “I have told Ranboo so much info he should not have been trusted with”, but most importantly “was any of our friendship even real?” I’ll get back to that bit when talking about Ranboo himself.

Aimsey jumps on the bandwagon of forcing the truth out of Ranboo immediately. Because that’s the easiest way to find out if Ranboo screwed them over too. And he did, once and what that one thing was does determine how bad it was. I’m not sure if that matters to them or not, because Aimsey is pissed and it’s a betrayal either way. Knowing what it was will reveal if and how bad the damage was.

But most importantly, a lot of Wilbur and Tommy’s behaviour suddenly makes sense. And Aimsey is a Flosuim politician. That’s their field, that’d what’s important to them. So they would not know the true threat Essempi poses to the princes or how close that threat is. And even if they did, all logic is being overridden by anger. So they let the brothers go, getting info is more important. And they do care, so if the brothers don’t feel safe here, and Aimsey can see why, they should get to leave.

(2/3)

-🎄

aimsey mostly just heard that last bit. they didn't follow wilbur at first after their encounter. they kind of paced back and forth in the halls for a bit trying to decide what to do. they definitely considered doing what he asked and going back to their room. but then their curiosity got the better of them, so they tried to figure out where he went. they knew that ranboo had been heading back to his room so they wondered if wilbur and/or tommy was meeting up with him, hence why they headed in that direction. ranboo's room also happens to be close to the train platform, so they heard the voices coming from there and walked up just to hear that

poor aimsey had to speedrun the betrayal in such a short timespan while there is literally so much other stuff going on around them lmao. but they were pissed because they defended ranboo so many times, and they were genuinely upset at wilbur for being so hostile to him. but in the end, they're the fool, and their best friend on zephys iv lied to their face. they're not thrilled.

yeah fun fact aimsey had no idea wilbur and tommy could use their Voices, so they were internally reeling over that but decided to just deal with that surprise later and focus on getting answers out of ranboo while they can lmao. and sure enough, ranboo betrayed them.

keep in mind also, aimsey has talked a lot about being ignored by the other floslium ambassadors. they're not included in a lot of the larger conversations about what's happening in the galaxy. their role is limited, and so is the information they get. so that's why they don't know about how real the Essempi threat is (tbh, no one outside the military + phil and techno knew that Essempi ships had surveillance on the planet. that was classified info so as not to induce a panic).

and yeah, above all, aimsey is their friend. so even though leaving sounds like a bad idea, they're more focused on their own betrayal and how hurt their friends must be, so they let them go

#ask #spruce anon #the stars and their children

[am-euno]

I do kind wanna know how Estelle and Caeneus interact though, what are your thoughts on their dynamic?

Oh! I can answer this! It may be a bit long though, I’m sorry in advance! I like to ramble a lot.

Firstly, I’d like to say that Estelle is deeply involved with Kirschtaria in that they were really close childhood friends, so Caeneus, who has seen Kirschtaria’s memories (according to From Lostbelt Cae chapter at least) - would know Estelle from that. But he’d know her from Kirschtaria’s perspective. He thinks his loser (affectionate) Master is stupid in an almost-admirable way for being able to turn his back on those fond memories but in a “if you even dare consider going back to that woman, I’ll kill you” type of way. Cae knew that Kirschtaria wouldn’t be able to hurt his dearest friend like that, but they had a goal and Cae needed Kirsch to remain steadfast. It was for his revenge too, after all. Your love or your dream? He made sure his Master knew the consequences of the wrong choice. 

Up until Atlantis, Caeneus taunted Estelle to no end, laughing in her face and almost relishing in her misery, because it was absolute repulsive how Estelle was so obsessed. Especially when he realized she would do anything to get what she wants, and is just as pathetic and cruel as the gods who lorded over humanity, the gods of Olympus themselves. For many reasons. Caeneus can’t believe the one he sees in Kirsch’s memories/the woman he spoke about. Because if so, how blind was Kirschtaria Wodime to not see how inhuman she is? 

And then Olympus happens, and Estelle disregards him because she’s so single-minded that she just blasts through enemies and allies alike. This is basically where Caeneus’s annoyance with her peaks, but at the same time he is thrilled at the destruction she’s leaving behind in pursuit of her so-called beloved. They did team up in many fights but also clashed a lot because they got in each other’s way, but never outright harming each other. At this point, Estelle wasn’t thinking straight because uhhhh Kirschtaria confrontation in Atlantis went very bad for her. Simply put, she arrives to the conclusion Kirsch is being brainwashed so Olympus was a speedrun for her to save him. Oof. 

The final battle between both, after Kirschtaria dies, however, was the most violent. Estelle was absolutely livid because she thought: why was it not me who was by his side and vented that frustration in that fight. Her rage, her despair, her anguish, and her belief that a world without Kirschtaria should cease to exist - Caeneus met her head on because he has his own beliefs to stand for, he has Kirschtaria’s beliefs to fight for. What better than to fight to the death with the one Kirschtaria adored the most, the only other person who understood him? So they put everything in that fight and Caeneus disappears, but not after hearing Estelle’s final words:

“Thank you for being there for him.” 

Caeneus only laughed at that. He lost, yeah, but the one left to pick up the pieces is the woman drenched in tears and blood. She’s stupid. Just like his Master. But this is fine, a suitable (albeit frustrating) conclusion. Meanwhile, Estelle was grateful that Caeneus was there for Kirschtaria and took comfort in knowing he never bore his burdens alone. She wouldn’t know what he’d gone through, but she’s somewhat relieved knowing he trusted someone enough to rely on them, no matter how hurt she is it that it wasn’t her. 

When Cae gets resummoned in Chaldea, I like to think they have this unspoken bond that stemmed from being connected to Kirschtaria. Estelle wouldn’t be ready to ask Caeneus what happened but Cae also wouldn’t tell her a single thing. She doesn’t need to know that he saw Kirschtaria’s withered body falling apart on itself, or the fact he planned to die as the last human, or the way Kirschtaria yearned to save the world with his friends until the very end. Caeneus has too much respect for his Master for that, and it’s the least he can do. But Estelle does fall apart after Olympus and that’s a whole other mess so... ;w; 

TLDR: They fight and get mad at each other but they become really good friends in the end :’) 

#estelle lore #im sorry this is long #i love caeneus ok

[a-girl-called-bob]

I know everyone has their ‘nintendo franchises that are never coming back and it’s a fucking travesty’ list and i know that fangames and spiritual successors do exist but I still feel the need to scream about this so here’s my personal list of nintendo ips that I’ll nut if they ever decide to revisit

panel de pon/puzzle league - this is the biggest one for me personally, like it is such an ideal fucking form of the block puzzle genre that it is a crime that nobody else can just make one of those legally.  the version of it that they perfected by about the gbc-era pokemon puzzle challenge should just have been rereleased as-is on every nintendo system like so many of their other games like i would actualy have paid 40/60/whatever dollars for each one every single time like tetris or puyo puyo or fucking any of the other million franchises that get incremental updates every three years or so.  the ds game was an incredible stride forward too like the touch controls are such a natural fit for the style of puzzle game but because they directed intsys to completely file off the personality of the game it didn’t sell well and now the franchise is dead.  it makes me SO MAD

chibi robo - dude when i first read the plot summary for the fan translation of the DS game (the sequel, usually called “Clean Sweep” due to the patch name but its actual name is much longer) I cried real tears.  You’re just a li’l robot guy!  You go around this poor family’s house and do your li’l chores and make them happy!  And then I played it and it was at first much less emotional than I felt reading the summary and much weirder and goofier than i expected and then i played it some more and the emotions came back and hit me like a fucking truck.  The original on gamecube is really good too but the DS sequel (which takes place in the next generation like Jenny the kid from the first game is the mom in the sequel which!  wow!  Jenny Sanderson Autistic Icon with the Frog Outfit who Only Speaks In Ribbits becomes Single Mom living a hard but happy life with her son she had out of wedlock!  THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD WHY DON’T MORE PEOPLE KNOW ABOUT THIS (yes the stuff with the literal devil would not play to an american audience in the mid 2000s i know BUT STILL)).  Nintendo basically torched the franchise by trying to go all in on Chibi Robo as a cute li’l mascot robot guy instead of doubling down on the weird parody of 2000s Americana and Toy-Story adjacent lore they had going on and it’s SO.  AGGREVATING.

earthbound - you already know what it is but like, this one I actually get it.  Itoi told the stories he wanted to tell, it’s over, he doesn’t want to make any more, and we should respect that.  BUT.  Tell me a full remake in the style of Link’s Awakening with the toy-like aesthetics but leaning heavier on the claymation models used in the promo material wouldn’t do goddamn gangbusters.  Seriously.  Is it pandering?  YES.  Would I drop 60 bucks on it without thinking for more than 0.2 seconds?  YES.

Elite Beat Agents/Ouendan - I’m actually okay with Nintendo not revisiting this franchise for a few reasons - the DS was really the ideal vehicle for it, the OSU fan community is wild and vibrant even if I don’t go there, and it’s just not the same playing with fingers or a mouse as it is with the stylus.  However.  They could make a just dance knockoff using the joycons to track hand positions and put their funky guys in suits up on screen and I’d probably still go ‘y’know what for the price of their B-tier catalogue games? I’ll give it a shot’

Kid Icarus - I’m not even going to go into this one in full detail we both know we’re not getting another one until 2037

Punch Out!! - actually I think we can leave this one behind it’s, uh, kind of driven by cultural caricatures.  the boxing is good and seeing someone speedrun one of these blindfolded fucking rules but.  there’s an irishman named Aran Ryan.  maybe we should just keep moving.

Warioware - I’ve recently been playing through Warioland 2 and I can confidently say that I could write an essay and record it on video about how this game’s level design is ahead of its time.  Nintendo’s platformer repertoire includes sprinklings of puzzle elements here and there, but more recently they’re all pretty firmly in the realm of ‘skill-based’ platforming with puzzle elements primarily as a gate to accessing bonus materials or collectibles.  Warioland is the reverse of this - in some cases you literally cannot fuck up too terribly, as Wario is too powerful to die.  There’s some occasional tedium (Warioland 2 in particular is structured such that you can’t get hit by bosses even once or you have to start over, which Sucks Very Much) but it’s really a design philosophy that I think is worth revisiting.

Freshly Picked Tingle’s Rosy Rupeeland - no I think we’re done here

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Zelda - LAD Finale

Time to speedrun this as much as possible! ... Unfortunately, I’m also feeling quite sick today, so I can’t actually finish the game.

Oh joy. Nydus Worms in a quicksand pit. ... I totally forgot what the hell I was doing in this game, and why.

... Well... SAMURAI ONDO DE ODORIMASHO!

Gee, I wonder who this man is...

This feels like one of those cheat codes in the old games where you input a series of keys at the start menu or something. In RSE, the Regis had something like this, written in visual braille, with Emerald telling you to do slightly different things. Fly/Flash in the center of the room. Left/Right 2, down 2, then use Strength/Rock Smash. Regice’s one had you just sit there for 2 minutes. And I spent so long trying to decipher that thing, the door opened while I was halfway done.

I... assume the DX version of this game came out after the transition to color.

Thanks for the hint? “Ha, you won’t kill me like that? Here, try doing this! ... Wait a minute...”

Lonk desires power overwhelming. Hm. More and more mini bosses are being added. That does make things interesting, but time consuming.

Not even remotely close! Now give me that fairy! Lonk carefully holds the delicate fairy in his hands. The fairy looks up at him, wondering what he intends to do with her. Lonk digs around his backpack, trying to find a jar, but doesn’t find any. With no options to keep the fairy around for the future, Lonk moves the fairy closer and stuffs her into his mouth. The fairy can only scream as Lonk chews and eats her for HP gain.

I took the blue pill. I don’t give a damn about how deep the rabbit hole goes. If this was an RTS, I absolutely would’ve taken the damage output. Dead enemies don’t deal damage... apart from Banelings. But in this game, with so many respawning enemies, I need the armor upgrade. Can I get +3 Carapace and Chitinous Plating?

Ehh... flowers are expensive, sure, but I don’t think a single flower is worth as much as a full pineapple. Still trading down.

Yay, I got the Dive HM! ... But where’s the Surf HM? Well, fortunately, this item has both abilities. So I can now go underwater! ... Is there a drowning mechanic in this game?

What a sad boss fight. ... Is that a skull down there? Lonk holds the skull in his hands, and realizes that the skull belonged to his cousin Lunk the Drunk. Link warned Lunk repeatedly to not go near the water while drunk as a fish, but it appeared that Lunk only heard the fish part. “Alas, poor Lunk. I knew him, Marin. A fellow of infinite jest.”

... Can I help you? ... And do you mind? Lonk is trying to enjoy a little swim! A little privacy, please? ... Ooh, a heart container!

And that is where I will leave off. I’ll probably continue with the game off-Tumblr at another time. But there is far too much left of this game to finish before the final post goes up, and I don’t want to do it. I’m feeling sick, I have places to go still, and I spent far too much time earlier today watching both ASL and GSL. Oops. Any day I can watch both ASL and GSL is a good day. Would’ve been great if I wasn’t sick. Oh well. So Lonk’s Tumblr journey is officially over. Besides, I don’t think I can stuff in any more goofy Lonk shenanigans, so the rest is just going to be a boring playthrough of a decades old game.

#zelda-lad

[ghostathan]

Chauncey HoK Headcanons

Thinking about the boy. Making his backstory and eventually after i move i’ll upload all my doodles of him

Prefers He or they. Cross-dresses and strangers assume he’s a woman but it’s nbd 5′3″ Gay -Still unure about age. It’s difficult with TES elves bc they live for like 3 centuries and i’m not exactly sure how fast they age. Chauncy looks youngish like he could be in his early-mid twenties but in an elvish lifespan he’s like 36.

- Incredibly naive and non present with the world around him. He has no skills that would have been prized in Valenwood, where his parents are from. He had never seen it. He’s very clumsy and has bad aim and is incredibly impatient. His parents think that it is because he wasnt raised in Valenwood.

- He actually grew up on the road. His family traveled all over as his father was hired to escort merchants and travelers. His father hoped that a traveling life would better prepare his son in the future. He couldnt exactly help guard anyone or help hunt, but he’s actually pretty strong despite his frame and helped with carrying things and processing kills. He also liked chatting with the merchants and learning more about cyrodil and what happens in the Imperial City.

- He’s got a weird relationship with meat. He’s fine with the taste and he can touch it. he can process an animal. but he has a very sharp sense of smell so if it smells even a LITTLE weird like it hadnt been washed properly or its not like MINUTES fresh, it puts him off of it entirely. - Ended up “eloping” with some merchant who took advantage of his naive nature. convinced him to run away to the imperial city. They got married, only for the merchant to run away and leave Chauncey to pick up the debt, for which he was imprisoned at the start of Oblivion. - Gets offended when people think he’s never gone to jail - Has NO knowledge of the daedra or divines. all he knows is that saying nice things about one or the other can get you killed so he usually avoids those topics.

- He uses a Claymore because he saw it and he thought it was cool. he has NO formal training and just wildly swings it around. This has killed a good number of allies and he HAS been fined for it. He does NOT want to go back to jail it was too sad in there. Wont give up said claymore just because it gets the quickest results. - Is afraid of the Dark Brotherhood. He’s not a murderer. All those claymore casualties were ACCIDENTS! Lachance just sits on his chest and goes “then why dont you just switch to another weapon lmao” and chauncey just gets mad. - He tries to do a lot of stuff that hes not skilled enough to do. Like useless potions that just taste weird and fancy sword tricks that end up with him falling on his face. He bought a soul trap spell and when he tried to cast it he passed out on the road and was being slowly carried away by skeevers until a guard saved him. - Feels SUPER guilty about leaving Kvatch without helping. Whenever he hears someone call him the Hero of Kvatch, he just tells them theyre mistaken. - Because of this, he vowed to close every gate he sees. After maybe the first ten, he learned how to just speedrun them, along with being an expert Looter. Goes into a gate and returns 5 minutes to the general store with like 15 Daedra hearts in a scamp skin and just wetly plops it all on the table. -Aligned with Knights of the Thorn. They have a cool name and their leader is cool. He’s actually picked up a lot of things from Farwyn like saying Huzzah and exagerrating events for coolness. -Wants that 15,000 manor in Cheyindale just to be close to the Knights. If he ever suceeds, he’ll never furnish it. Male living Spaces.  He’s worried though that he’ll be arrested again for his Ex’s debts and be put in jail again. He loves Martin but in the back of his mind, he’s trying to bring it up to him and hopes maybe when Martin’s an emperor, his debts will be erased. -Also some beggar in Imperial City made him check his adventurer priveledge and made him super sad so he like just gives away his gold. -Thinks about Martitties a lot. Like literally just one road trip was all it took for Chauncey to like him. In typical HoK fashion, He would die for Martin. -He told Martin this and Martin  told him he’d rather chauncey live for himself and Chauncey exploded into tears. - in typical bosmer fashion, he sleeps in really uncomfortable places like on a rock in some mountain crevice. but he prefers beds. even if theyre just filled with straw, they just knock him right tf out. Also why he hates Lachance. Stop interrupting his naptime bitch.

#TES Bloggins #HoK: Chauncey #also planning to get a working tablet #if anyone has any reccs for an affordable drawing tablet please lemme know