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nolita-fairytale · 9 months

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did you ever end up writing the phone call blurb?? i am STRUGGLING to find it and im so desperate 😭😭😭

called you again (extended)

a/n: ok so i never got to writing the actual phone call that transpires between carmy and reader, that gets her to chicago in the first place. and if i recall correctly, @cool-girl-is-hot was also patiently awaiting this phone call. since i'm doing the follower celebration, what a perfect time for me to bring this back, @bunnywritesmarvel.

You answer the call before you can talk yourself out of it, immediately putting it on speaker.

“Hi,” you say, your voice shaking a little.

And it’s as if a fog clears, like you've been waiting to hear it for a long time.

“Hi,” he replies, his voice soft, yet hesitant.

You're met with a long silence on the end of the other line as the two of you dance around whatever it is Carmy called to say. There's a part of you that wants nothing more than to spill everything, lead the conversation like you always do, but after months of radio silence, you know you can't do that. If Carmy wants to reconnect, then he's got a whole of groveling to do considering he pretty much ghosted you since he moved back home.

"I uh. I heard," he finally says, in reference to your recent change of employment.

"Oh," you sound, your voice higher in pitch than you imagined it would be as you scramble to find a better word than 'oh.' "I... um. Yeah. My heart wasn't in it anymore."

What you want to say is, my heart moved to Chicago and forgot how his fucking phone works.

"Yeah," Carmy replies, and you can practically hear him pacing back and forth as he searches for something to say.

You share another silence, this one much more tense than the last, like a hot pot of water about to blow its lid off in pressure, as you wait for him to ask you something -- anything. How hard could it be?

How are you? What's been going on? Sorry I haven't called.

But he doesn't say anything of these things. Instead, when he finally speaks again, all he says is:

"So listen. I uh-, I got this guy. He’s- he’s self taught but he’s got a lot of potential,” Carmy explains, his delivery becoming more and more confident as he hides behind the work.

“He just needs a good teacher – someone to inspire him – give him some of the foundations he would’ve gotten in culinary school. I think uh, I think you'd like him.

So after four months of no contact he... needs something from you? You can't help the feelings of anger and disappointment that grow inside of you.

Was he upset that you quit the restaurant -- here to talk you into going back -- now that he needed a favor? A stage?

“Just for a week, maybe?" Carmy suggests, his voice going up at the end, almost as if it's a question.

"I can’t pay you much but uh, well we’ve got a little money, which is a whole other story, and I can talk to my brother-in-law. He can put you up somewhere… you know… if you want to. If that helps.”

Oh.

He's asking you to come to Chicago.

While it feels like it changes things, you're still ambivalent and you certainly don't want to get your hopes up.

"Carmy..." you trail off on an exhale. "I don't know."

"Sure," Carmy nods, chewing on his lip, suddenly feeling extremely self conscious about asking you in the first place.

He wants to take it all back, tell you it was a stupid idea, and apologize for even saying something in the first place. But he doesn't. He can't. Because after working himself up to call you for the last few hours, there's no way he's going to back out now.

Let it rip, Bear.

"I uh... well, I understand. If can't-. Don't want to. Maybe I shouldn't've uh..." Carmy stammers through, the heat rising to his cheeks.

"It's just uh. Tim told me... you might be looking for some inspiration."

Right.

You pause before asking:

"Can I... Can I think about it?"

"Yeah. Yeah, of course. Sure," Carmy is quick to answer, because he really wants to make this okay for you.

For the both of you.

And because hearing your voice for the first time in four months feels better than he ever could've imagined.

"Okay. I'll uh... I'll think about it," you drag out, because you know you'll need some time to process this.

"Listen, I uh. I'm late to meet Liz. But I'll let you know. Either way."

"Yeah, okay. Okay," he answers, nodding eagerly.

"Okay," you reply, listening to Carmy bid you a soft spoken goodbye before ending the call.

"Holy shit," you hiss, putting your phone down on the table, your hand folded over your heart as you can feel it race.

Well, you've got quite the decision to make.

#carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto #carmy x oc #the bear hulu #the bear fx #jeremy allen white #carmen 'carmy' berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto headcanon #the bear headcanon #carmy berzatto imagines #carmy berzatto fluff #make my heart surrender #comfort and chaos

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 11 months

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Unexpected 38

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You roll over, eyes opening as you groan. The dull ache in your back is heavy, worse than the usual. The pressure in your pelvis is so bad, you feel like you might just vomit. A ripple of agony tears through you as you pant, whimpering into the dark as you clutch your stomach.

"Fuck," you grunt as you dig your elbow into the mattress, "fuck, not now."

You shakily sit up after several tries. Your muscles tauten and your spine pangs. Lloyd isn't there. The bed is empty. Where the fuck is he?

You grip the bed frame and stand with all your strength. The slimy gush between your legs assures you of your worse fear. No fucking way. This has to be a nightmare. Where is Lloyd? You can't do this alone and fuck him for trying to make you.

It's too early. Your c-section isn't scheduled for another month. It's a false alarm. God, you feel like you're going to shit yourself.

You waddle to the door, breathless as you get there. A radiating burst of pain blooms in your back and you barely keep from falling onto your stomach. You collapse to your knees and growl.

"Fuck!" You utter the guttural word, puffing as you hold the doorframe, "LLOYD!" You holler, "where the fuck are you?"

You don't hear anything. You lean forward, pressing your hands to the hardwood. You lift yourself, crawling towards the stairs. You stop at the top and suck in air.

"LLOYD!!!" You boom down and it echoes onto the first floor.

You hear a clink and lazy footsteps. He could go a little faster. You snarl and heave, blowing out between your teeth as you try to temper the pain. Lloyd gets to the bottom of the stairs as you whine.

"What's going on, peaches? Ice cream--"

"Don't be a fucking moron," you sneer and ram a fist into the floor, "this goddamn demon is trying to claw its way out of my ass."

"Huh?" He sputters.

"Huh?!" You spit mockingly, "Lloyd, I think it's time."

"Now?"

"Yeah, fucking now-- could you stop asking stupid fucking questions and help me!"

Your back arches as you bellow through another contraction. Holy fucking shit. This is not how you expected to wake up. You never truly believed you wake up to anything worse than that mustachioed dimwit.

"Oh, uh, yeah, yeah, oh wow," he scrambles around and grabs his keys, searching for shoes in the closet as you bring yourself to sit on the top stair, gripping tight the railing as you shake. "Right now! Fuck! And I thought I was gonna surprise you," he turns and runs up the steps. God you hate him and his spritely fucking body. Look at him moving without a single goddamn obstacle. "Come on, baby cakes."

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" You bark as he bends over you, guiding your arms around his neck as he helps you to your feet.

"Good luck," he snickers.

"Not fucking funny, dickweed. I'm serious," you curl your nails into his back, just along his shoulder blade until he cries out, "you did this to me and I'm gonna rip your taint open so you know how it fee--ARGGHHHHHHH!"

"Peaches," Lloyd grits out, barely restraining a warble in his voice, "I got you. You're a strong bitch, you can do this."

"I put up with you, I know I'm fucking strong," you raise your hand to his neck and pinch him meanly. "Get me to the fucking hospital! Now. There's no way I'm pushing this thing out. They need to cut me the fuck open--- MOTHERFUCKER!"

"I will be soon enough," Lloyd grins.

"Do you have a fucking death wish?" You retort as he helps you down the stairs one at a time. "Life for a life. You go, this fucking parasite comes out."

"Okay, let's just... get where we need to go," Lloyd hisses in pain as your nails dig into his neck, "please, peaches, take it easy."

"Take it easy?" You get to the first floor, "take it easy! I feel like I'm in that scene from Alien. EASY? You think this if fucking easy?!"

"Nope," he grunts as he turns and angles your towards the front door, "alright, we're almost there."

You moan and babble as you lean your head back, legs moving stiffly as he urges you on. You can't. It's too much. You're used to pain but this is too much.

Lloyd gets you to the car and opens the door. He turns you and slowly eases you done, "try not to get anything on the seat--"

"Shut the fuck up," you snap, "I can't fucking help it!"

"Just, put your legs together--"

"Shoulda done that a while ago," you shove him so he hits his head on the top of the car. He sighs and shuts the door before running around the hood of the car.

He gets in the driver's side and taps on the wheel. He makes small noises as if trying to decide what to do next. It's not hard, drive!

As the pressure swells in your pelvis, you clasp onto the door and measure your breaths. Finally, he starts the engine and backs out. You let the motion of the car reassure you, though it does little for the pain.

Your head lolls and silver moonlight streams through slits of your eyes. You're almost delirious with the shock and pain. Wake up, wake up, it's too soon! It can't be real. You're not ready. Not ready to be a mother. Please, just a little longer.

You hug your stomach, tears in your eyes, and drone. You turn your head and look at the man next to you. You know what comes next, you know how this goes.

You're no more than used goods. Once there's a squalling, shitting baby, he'll find even more reason to be gone. More often and for longer. You're going to be alone like you were before. Attached to a man who doesn't care about you at all.

You wheeze and throw your head back, the street lights streaming by. The dread sinks in your stomach. This little girl is going to hate you. You don't even know if you can love her. You're just going to have one more person in this world to disappoint.

The dialing of a phone interrupts your doom. The Bluetooth clicks and a groggy voice comes from the other end.

"Marion?" Dottie wonders quizzically through the speaker.

"Ma," Lloyd says, a tremor of panic breaking through as he reaches to squeeze your arm, "it's time--"

You sob and snort, trying to fight through. Your body doesn't feel like your own. You have no control over it, no control as your bones split and your muscles tear.

"Time?" Dottie chimes, "oh my-- sweetie," she coaxes, "breathe, just breathe, Marion, you breathe with her--" There's rustling against the microphone, "Harley, get up. We gotta go!"

"I got it ma," Lloyd says, "I can do it."

"Ain't you doin' all the work," Dottie retorts, "you keep your wife cozy, don't be thinking of yourself. Harlan, not that one, the other-- I gotta go, honey bear. We'll be there fast as we can."

The call ends and you gnash your teeth as another contraction rolls over you. You lean forward, coughing out a breath as you brace the dashboard. Lloyd keeps his hand on your shoulder as he drives.

"Almost there, peaches."

#lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #the gray man #unexpected #drabble #series #au

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tumblingxelian · 3 months

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Wednesday Fanfic Concept - Duo Detectives!

Summary:

Enid does not trust Tyler, not in the least. SO when Wednesday skips away to get a ride for him she doubles back to make sure the girl won't be ambushed in the parking lot or something.

Instead she finds herself pursuing Tyler into the woods and witnesses his trust nature and the death of Rowan

Wednesday, now armed with a secondary witness and ally is determined to fin out the truth behind Rowan's death, the prophecy and most of all...

Why Principle Weems and Sheriff Galpin are coordinating to cover up Tyler's murders?

Concept.

So yeah, basically expanding on the fact Enid seemed to have an intense distrust and dislike for Tyler and that leading to her being in the know of the monster and murders.

The reason this isn't taken straight to Weems is because thanks to Enid's assistance they are able to determine she is a shapeshifter and so start thinking Weems is in on it.

As opposed to desperately scrambling to keep the school open. Her penchant for trying to encourage outreach day and whitewashing history does not engender trust.

Because of these elements, I imagine Enid only explains all this side of stuff to Wednesday after joining her looking for Rowan's remains. Likely by sneaking her out earlier by using Wednesday joining the Black Cats and collecting paint from Xavier as a pretense.

The Hyde also freaks Enid out on an instinctively level because rather than true Outcasts they are more like a generational curse applied to several families. An external, magical parasite that was made from a Lycans spirit being mutilated and attached to a human to make living weapons in ages past. E

Enid remembers her mom telling her stories about the "Hyde Hunters" who killed little Wolves who could not transform because they were easy targets and used their skin to make bastardizations of true werewolves.

Notes:

The duo also can't determine if Bianca is a pawn, heir apparent or totally unaware. She isn't helping by being more involved, more effective and potentially trying to seduce Enid after Weds revealed the Nightshades to her & Yoko got guilt bombed, so Enid was offered membership and revealed she used to have a crush on Bianca.

Bianca (Strokes Enid's chin and walks away) I'll be waiting~ Enid: (Drops to the ground) Oh you're really in it now Sinclair.

Not sure of much passed that point but yeah, them thinking Weems is the mastermind is a huge part of why the case drags on.

Oh also the Nightshades actually do stuff, mostly smuggling and the like.

Eugene is also aware of all this as his hive hut is the main base of operation but he generally just observes and offers suggestions till he gets injured.

The basic premise is "Wednesday, but what if Enid was Wednesday's partner in the crime solving?"

I had the amusing idea of switching out the "Apologize to Thing or I won't help you" with Enid just going with her but Thing very deliberately only riding on Enid's shoulder and basically giving Weds the silent treatment for that segment of investigation.

Its fun to tinker with these things and see how "Investigate Rowan's death" can still happen but in very different ways

#wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #wednesday series #Wenclair #enid sinclair #Possible Enid/Bianca not sure #Bianca: (Lightly flirts with Enid)#Wednesday: I am going to find out how to set water on fire #Text Post

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its-getting-bad-again04 · 2 months

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im smoking less, eating right, exercising, my room is neat & clean, I've started producing a project that has REAL potential, I get 5-7 hrs of sleep each night (which is great for college), my grades are great, I see my friends every day, I call my girlfriend most nights, I call my parents every Saturday. I have plans, I am thinking about my future.

And yet,

I haven't felt any identifiable emotions in WEEKS. If I were to rate how I was feeling on a scale from one to ten, I would say it feels like I am just flesh being piloted by a swarm of angry and confused hornets.. I have to give myself things to worry about because all I have is the body feeling and none of the brain shit. Every day, I wake up at 3 am, and I fight to sleep, but I have this painful, stabbing, debilitating feeling swirling in my gut.

The hallucinations have gotten better and worse somehow. They are happening less frequently, and I am able to identify when it's happening pretty quickly some of the time. However, they are louder and clearer, and smoking triggers the sound I call the whispers.

The whispers suck because it is the most threatening and consistent ones. It's also the hardest to decipher as "not real." As I sit here writing this, I don't fully believe they aren't real. since i can't get myself to ignore it, I freak out and get really paranoid. I can't elaborate further.

So, I should stop smoking. However, I can't because I feel the most myself after smoking. The pain of anxiety is lessoned and I just feel so much more present and aware.

BUT I FEEL GREAT! Genuinely I feel awesome. Everything is finally okay, and I feel great and anxious -but great. The project I'm working on might just like be the best thing ever (i know its not realistic) bc I can do it. I am not letting the project dissolve. Everyone thinks I am an idiot, like they don't mean it in a bad way; they just think I am not that smart. HOWEVER, when I show anyone this, it just elevates me. proves I can do it. that I AM GOOD AT THIS. thats all I want.

And yet-

my girlfriend is worried, Im saying the most bullshit things for no reason, I feel overly-confident in my abilities and then overly anxious and unable to move then next. I feel like my emotions arent like happy, sad, anxious, mad, i think my emotions are just degrees of heat.

I tried telling my girlfriend this yesterday, and she looked at me weirdly. I probably didn't say it right. I said I had "inverse feelings" and that if feelings were a number scale from 0 to 100, I would be at a -100. But I think I just sounded stupid, sociopathic, and "edgy." If you haven't figured it out yet, Im only writing this right now because I want to KILL myself out of embarrassment.

I haven't even touched on having a new imaginary friend I call Coach because some of my intrusive thoughts sound like Omniman became a high school football coach. Usually, I imagine my intrusive thoughts as a little demon named Tic, but my head has been just SO WEIRD. My mind is totally scrambled, and all my thoughts sound intrusive, so the "helpful" one has formed into the coach. So I now have two imaginary "friends" representing my intrusive thoughts, yelling shit at me all day. However, after taking the coach's advice, I am such a functioning member of society. lolz

#mental health #psychosis #bipolor #mental illness #mentally tired #schizophrenia #hallucinations #actually mentally ill #actually psychotic #going crazy #anxitey #might be manic

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ryker-writes · 5 months

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The meeting

A short in which Jaxon and I meet featuring both my self insert, my peacock insert, and a slight mention of a potential new oc!

It was a normal day in Heartslabyul. Students maintaining the garden, playing with hedgehogs, drinking tea, Ace getting robbed, taking care of the flamingos, and eating sweets. Nothing out of the ordinary really. Ryker had promised Deuce that he would help him study like normal, but Deuce was no where to be found.

"Hey Ace, do you know where Deuce is?"

Ace scrambled up off the ground and glared as a large bird ran off with money in its beak. His hair and clothes were a mess, but that wasn't anything out of the ordinary.

"You just watched a peacock jump on me and take all the money out of my pockets, and you're asking where Deuce is?"

"Considering that it ran here all the way from Pomefiore, I'm guessing you deserved it. Anyway, where's Deuce?"

"I hate you sometimes...but fine. He said he was meeting someone in the laboratory."

Ryker started walking off without another word leaving Ace behind to try and chase a bird for his money. Deuce being in the laboratory wasn't a bad thing. It just means they would work on their potions today for studying. Maybe Deuce wanted to get there early or one of his friends needs help studying too. Either way, Ryker saw no problem with it.

He made his way to the laboratory rather quickly and knocked on the door before going in. Sure enough, it seemed that Deuce brought a friend. Ryker smiled at Deuce and looked towards his friend...only for his smile to become more nervous. Standing over a textbook with Deuce, was the one and only Jaxon Crowley.

Of course Ryker's heard of him. The headmages son who would get into fights all the time and was known to dislike Heartslabyul students. The guy with the ability to make all those around him terrified of him without much effort. He was someone everyone wanted to avoid.

"Ryker-senpai! I swear I didn't forget about our study session. I just thought that maybe you could help Crowley-senpai too."

Jaxon's eyes flicked over to Ryker for only a second, but it was enough for Ryker to feel a bit scared.

"I, uh...sure...on one condition."

"Huh? But we don't have any conditions."

"All I ask is that you don't hurt me. I know you aren't a fan of Heartslabyul students so...I just want you to know that my friends in Diasomnia will be very upset if I get hurt. That includes Malleus."

"I really don't care. Your Diasomnia pals don't scare me, and you're not worth a fight. Doesn't look like you'd be much of a fight anyway."

"That's good to hear...I think. Okay then. What are you two studying?"

"We're supposed to be making this potion for class, but neither of us can get it right."

Deuce handed the textbook over to Ryker who scanned the page quickly. It wasn't too difficult of a potion to make. He glanced between the materials they already had out and the materials on the page,

"Do you guys have the chrysanthemums or the diced mushrooms?"

"No we don't."

"Right. Deuce can you get started on the mushrooms? Jaxon there should be some chrysanthemums on the shelf over there."

Jaxon huffed slightly before walking over to the shelf. It was then that Ryker felt like he could breathe a little more. Jaxon is a very intimidating guy to be around. It doesn't help that he's so much taller than both of them. Ryker himself only goes up to Jaxon's chest.

Though watching him stare at all the bottles and containers on the shelf was concerning. Having been over there many times, Ryker knew the flowers shouldn't be that hard to find. And yet Jaxon has been looking at the shelf for a couple minutes now. Hesitantly, Ryker walked over.

"Can't find it?"

"Crewel probably buried it somewhere."

Looking over the shelf, Ryker spotted the container almost immediately. It was right in front of Jaxon and very clearly labeled as chrysanthemums. How was Jaxon not seeing it? He was pretty much looking directly at it.

"It's right here."

Ryker picked up the container and showed it to Jaxon. He stared at it for a few seconds with an expression that looked like a mixture of frustration and confusion. The longer he stared at the label on the container, the more visibly frustrated he got. It was so tense that Ryker started to fear for his safety.

"Uhm...it's okay! It's pretty easy to miss. It took me a second to see it too."

"Stop. I don't need some colorful tiny brat trying to console me. I can see it just fine."

"Right...of course. Sorry. I was just trying to help."

"I don't need your help."

"Okay...well let's not consider this helping. Think of it as teamwork! Together we found it."

"Yeah. I don't work well in teams either."

"Then we'll say you found it. I came over here and you already found it. Easy as that."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Well, I'm here to help Deuce and you're his friend, so I'll help you too. That, and I really don't want you to hurt me."

"Relax. I'm not gonna hurt you, especially not over something as stupid as this. Besides, I have nothing against the dragon or Diasomnia, so you're fine."

Ryker laughed lightly, "Actually, I think more of the problem would come from my boyfriend. He's probably going to freak out over the fact that I'm talking to you."

"Should I expect him to try and fight me or something?"

"No no. If anything he'll just yell at you...but he yells at everyone. He won't hurt you though."

"Noted. Ignore the yelling if it comes."

"It's more of when than if. You'll hear it at some point while being here at school. It's guaranteed. Especially if you hang out with Deuce."

"Hey guys. I'm done with the mushrooms."

Ryker smiled at Deuce, and the three started working on the potion. While Jaxon seemed to struggle with the reading in the textbook, he did fine with the potion making after a little guidance. Despite how quiet Jaxon was, he got along fine with both of them. After many hours of practicing and working on the potion, the trio finally made it successfully.

"You two did great!"

"Thanks Ryker-senpai."

"Hey we should celebrate. I have some cake in the fridge back at the dorm. Think of it as a reward."

"Pass. It's recommended I don't enter Heartslabyul, and sweets aren't my thing anyway."

"Then how about we go to the Mostro Lounge! You can pick out a food you like there. But I'd have to make a stop at Pomefiore before that."

"Why?"

"Well there's a peacock there that likes to give the money to one of my friends. Oh, and you two can meet her! She's kinda a new student."

"You saying she'll just give you the money from the bird?"

"Yup! She's super nice and I help her out in the Botanical Gardens and taking care of the peacock."

"You have weird friends."

"Weird can be good. After today, you're one of those friends too. That's non-negotiable."

#jaxon crowley #twst oc #across the rykerverse #man this was fun to write #rybek #new oc #ace getting robbed once again

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scribbling-dragon · 2 years

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your red bandit au lives rent free in my head at all times *looks through your ao3 acc* DUDE HOW MANY FICS OF THESE TWO HAVE YOU WRITTEN HOLY SHIT YOU'RE A GODSEND clears throat anyways for the prompt right lets say perhaps since Tango's been *quite* the menace for a while, he made a few.. *enemies* who aren't as willing to let him off the hook as Jimmy (and their in story shippers) are... angst level is up to you but there's quite some potential for pain there :]

revenge and ransoms

Summary:

“Bit late for a walk, don't you think?”

He turns, a snarl already pulling his lips back. “Bit far from your empire, aren't you?” He responds.

The god laughs, eyes squinting shut in amusement. He’s in his god form, towering over him as he stands there. He tries not to feel too unsettled, too scared by the man standing in front of him. He fails, flinching back when Joel’s hands crackle with electricity.

(AO3 Link)

(Masterpost)

(4,052 words)

this kinda links to ignition, but only in setting up joel and tango's relationship (which is negative. like Negative). and, as always (y'know i've gotta do it to you) reblogs help a bunch more than likes! writing takes a while so i always always appreciate it :]

He’s reluctant to leave the creepers behind, even as the moonlight washes everything in a silver hue and it steadily creeps back towards the horizon line. He’s not particularly looking forward to explaining to Jimmy why his thirty minute walk turned into a several hours long trip to the creeper pen.

One of the smaller creepers, one that’s not quite young enough to be a sprout, but also not old enough to be a full-grown creeper seems especially reluctant to see him go, rubbing its head along his leg as he tries to nudge it back and away from the gate.

He pushes it, gently, back with his foot, holding it there as he unlatches the gate and slips out. Though, he can't resist leaning back over the fence and rubbing a hand along its head. It purrs, leaning into his touch, and the purr quickly fades out as he pulls his hand back.

“Sorry,” he whispers, “But if I don't go now I’m gonna be dead tomorrow, sleep or not.” The creeper very obviously does not understand him, but he takes another step back anyway, watching as it slowly realises he’s leaving and turns around, bounding back towards a small huddle of creepers.

He watches until it’s settled again, wriggling into a gap between two slightly larger creepers.

He pauses, at the sound of swishing feathers and two feet landing gently on the ground behind him. He stiffens, ears flicking back as he listens, not yet turning his head.

“Bit late for a walk, don't you think?”

He turns, a snarl already pulling his lips back. “Bit far from your empire, aren't you?” He responds.

“Scared?” The god taunts, taking a step forward that covers three of his own, frantically backtracking as the other’s wings spread, blocking any escape routes he might have even considered.

“Not at all.” He lies, even as he takes another step backwards. He’s sure Joel knows that too, if the grin spread over his face is any indication.

“Is it the lightshow?” Joel asks, and the lightning crackles again, blue electricity zipping around his hands as he turns them over, both of them watching the path it takes. Joel is watching the lightning intensely, a smirk still plastered onto his face.

He takes the distraction, darting to the side and barrelling his way beneath the wing blocking his path, knocking it aside probably a little too gently for whatever it was that Joel was trying to do.

He scrambles towards the path into the town, cursing Jimmy under his breath for putting the creeper ranch so far away from the main area. Something grabs his tail, and yanks, hard, pulling him to the ground and dragging him backwards.

He twists, lunging for Joel’s face as he looms over him, managing to dig his claws into the side of Joel’s face before yanking downwards. Joel releases him with a shout, reeling backwards and clutching at his face, glaring at him from between his fingers.

He bares his teeth, a growl bubbling low in his throat as he crouches close to the ground. He can feel blood under his nails, collecting there in a sticky mess that makes him shudder. He doesn't give Joel time to recover, turning tail and running again, skidding down the path and into Tumble Town.

It’s dark, the street completely deserted as he sprints down it, wind rushing past his ears as he zeroes in on the house at the end of the street.

He wheezes as something knocks into him from behind, sending him to the ground and keeping him there. He writhes, wriggling beneath the hold and trying to twist over and claw at him again.

He can't seem to wriggle his way out, breath coming in short bursts as he desperately tries to escape. The weight presses down a little further, a large hand seizing his chin and lifting it up in a grip that isn't gentle nor warm. He can't seem to breathe, inhaling but no oxygen going in as he gets progressively more and more lightheaded.

“You're not so scary,” Joel tips his head to the side, eyes flickering with pulses of lightning. He can feel it bursting over his own skin with white-hot agony, flickering over his neck and causing him to choke and gag with the pain of it, tears squeezing from his eyes.

He’s stopped struggling, he’s not sure when he did that, and instead lays on the street, Joel’s hand pressing his jaw shut. He prays and hopes, and whatever else, that one of those lights flicks on, that someone pokes their head out and manages to see him.

No lights flick on, no golden glow floods the street and he’s left, hardly struggling with lightning flickering over his skin in an agony that’s completely new to him. He hears someone laugh, he thinks, the sound echoing and warping above him until it’s barely recognisable.

The hand keeps his jaw clenched shut, the other pinching his nose shut, effectively suffocating him. He attempts to inhale, choking and coughing when he fails to, struggling in Joel’s grip slightly as he wriggles back and forth, trying to free himself from the god’s iron hold.

He struggles a little more violently as black starts to creep in at the edges of his vision, blurring the ground in front of him and making the crackling pain begin to fade away. He blinks, trying to shake his head and clear his eyes of the mist that seems to be covering them.

He feels his head thunk against the ground, floating away a moment later into inky nothingness, thoughts fading out as the darkness buries him completely.

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He gasps, lurching forward and bringing his hands up to his throat with a shock of pain. Coughs rattle his lungs as he inhales, squeezing his eyes shut as the brightness of everything around him assaults his senses, leaving him laying against a wall and holding his chest as he heaves for breath.

He manages to catch it, after however long spent on the floor feeling like he’s coughing up a lung and desperately trying to remember the breathing exercises Jimmy taught him. They work, slightly, and when he manages to open his eyes again they're blurred with tears that he’s quick to wipe away.

The brightness of the room he’s in doesn't fade, the overwhelming white of it assaulting his eyes in a way that’s actually painful, leaving him squinting at the quartz. There are bars along one wall, giving way to a slightly more decorated room than the vast expanse of empty quartz he’s found himself locked in.

The bars are made of quartz, too, and he stands to shuffle towards them, arms still stinging with pain as he reaches out to press a hand against it, heating his palm up and watching as hardly anything happens. The quartz warms slightly, but it doesn’t melt easily like the iron bars he’s used to.

“I doubt you can melt those, but I would love to watch you struggle.” Joel appears from nowhere, looming in a doorway he hadn't noticed, one arm pressed against the doorjamb, an infuriatingly smug look drawn on his face.

He growls in the back of his throat, a warning, even as he takes a step back from the bar, withdrawing his arms again, skin flickering with a warning of what happened last time. The burns sting as they brush against his clothes, causing him to drop the threat and suck in a deep breath instead.

“What do you want?” He grits out, glaring at Joel as he makes his way closer, sauntering over the floor, movements slow and mocking. Because he has all the time in the world. He presses a hand into the bar he had just been holding, making a small tutting sound in the back of his throat.

“That isn't how this is going to work, Red Bandit- can I call you Red?” Joel smiles at him, as though this is nothing more than a conversation between allies and that one of them isn't behind bars. “I'm gonna call you Red anyway, it’s so much more fitting than just Bandit, because you don't really do that anymore, do you?”

“No.”

“Good, good, otherwise your dear Sheriff would have been lying to us, wouldn't he?” He doesn't wait for a response, nodding his head and ploughing on, “Though, one thing he hasn't seemed to consider is how many enemies he’s going to have from openly courting a lowly ex-bandit such as yourself.”

“I'm not lowly.” He spits out, surging back up to the bars again, gripping one of them so hard that his claws scraped over the quartz with a screech. It startles Joel back for a moment, leaving him wide-eyed until he recovers. “I might be in a cage, but I've stayed out of prison so long for a reason, little god.”

“Ah, ah.” Joel steps back towards the bars, wings mantling as he leans up against them, “Watch that mouth of yours, Red, we haven't gotten to the deal part of this whole thing.” he waves a hand at him, “You have taken a significant amount of valuables from me over the years-”

“And you've replaced them every time.” He hisses, “You have so much wealth you don't even know what to do with it.”

“I do, but that doesn't mean there’s no payment for what was meant to be mine.” Joel doesn't loom closer, doesn't leer. He simply straightens up, eyes flashing dangerously. “I've sent an eagle to your Sheriff, that eagle will arrive there at approximately midday, and it is currently just past ten in the morning, long past the time where your Sheriff will have woken up, correct?”

He glares.

“Meaning, he should have noticed the absence of his dear Red, and we’ve left him just enough time to begin to worry, for that anxiety to build up, until there’s an eagle arriving with the terms and conditions for your release.”

Joel watches him for a moment, a long moment that makes him begin to fidget, tail swishing back and forth as he stands there, staring the god in the face.

“For every hour those terms are not met, the more-”

“Dad?”

Both of them pause at the appearance of a third voice, turning towards the doorway. A child, no older than five, is stood in the doorway, clinging to the doorjamb as he peeks around, eyes wide as he looks at them.

Joel looks back at him, a warning very clearly in his eyes as the child - Hermes - takes a cautious step into the room, looking at him warily, like he’s a caged animal. Which, looking at his current situation is probably not that inaccurate.

He doesn't watch the child for very long, taking a step back as Joel remains distracted, sitting down in the corner of his cell and curling up as best as he can on the incredibly uncomfortable and cold floor, watching as Hermes runs further into the room, curling his arms around Joel’s leg.

He watches, as the child peers from around Joel’s leg, wide eyes meeting his, before squeaking and hiding away again. He’s got a purple streak in his hair, matching Joel’s no doubt, and rather bright purple eyes. No one is actually sure of where he came from, just that Sausage and Joel were both somehow involved and share custody of the child.

“Who is that?” Hermes whispers, managing to be incredibly loud in the way only children can be.

“That is the Red Bandit,” Joel says, turning them around slowly so he’s crouching and facing him rather than away, pushing Hermes forward a little. “He’s stuck in there, I promise, he can't get to you.”

He curls his lip at how soft Joel’s voice goes with the child, nudging him forward with a careful hand until he’s stood almost at the bars, one hand curled around the quartz as best as he can, barely wrapping a hand around halfway until he falls short.

He doubts Hermes even comes up to his waist.

“Why are you a bandit?” Hermes asks, voice annoyingly loud and echoing in his ears. He presses them back a little, casting a glare at Joel over the child’s head, only to have it returned tenfold, Joel standing behind the child threateningly and watching him. “Aren't only bad people bandits?”

“Why do you think he’s in a cell, Hermes?” Joel interrupts, placing a hand on Hermes' shoulder. He watches, with slight interest, as a pair of tiny wings flap into view, feathers shining a dull yellow, similar to that of endstone. Interesting. “Only bad people go in cells, don't they?”

“But he doesn't look bad.” Hermes frowns at him, brain obviously struggling to comprehend whatever he’s got bouncing around in there. “He just looks like a big kitty cat.” He looks up at Joel, “Can I pet the big kitty cat?”

“No.” He says, gritting his teeth together and promising himself he’s not going to shout at this child’s dad in front of them, even as Joel smiles down at Hermes like he hung the sun, shoulders rising with barely restrained laughter. “I'm not a cat.”

“But you look like one.” Hermes presses closer to the bars, sticking a hand through to wave at him, “If you're not a cat what are you mister?”

“Don't call him that.” Joel interrupts, pulling Hermes back a little and stopping him from putting his hand through the bars again, “He’s a bandit, remember? Bandits are bad, which means…?”

“We’re not nice to them!” Hermes grins up at Joel, beaming incredibly bright and his little wings flapping behind him, as though trying to get him airborne.

“That’s right,” Joel pats Hermes on the head, in what might possibly be the most awkward show of affection, and he’s watched Jimmy interact with other people. “Why don't you go find other Dad? Maybe he’ll give you a cookie, hm?”

“I've already had three today!” Hermes announces, still grinning, and he’s rather certain by the way Joel’s face falls, shuttering in on itself, that three is too many cookies for them to be giving Hermes.

He turns his laugh into a cough, stifling it in one hand as Joel’s eyes dart over to him, a glare lingering in the space between them before he’s looking back at Hermes again. “Maybe ask for an apple then, or an orange.”

“Okay!” Hermes bounces a little in the same spot, hugging Joel’s arm before darting out of the door, feet thundering and echoing in the corridors. He hears him retreating for a lot longer than he can see him doing it.

“Sausage is here?” He asks, turning his eyes back to Joel. He doesn't bother to stand again, finally comfortable in his spot on the floor, instead watching as Joel’s jaw clenches. “Any particular reason for that?”

“He’s come to drop off Hermes, he’ll stick around until we've had a chance to chat, which won't be happening until after I'm done with you.”

“Don't let me keep you,” he holds his hands up, “Go see Sausage. I'm sure you're dying to know how Hermes has been doing.”

“Watch your mouth, Red.” Joel says, but he’s halfway out the door as he says it, destroying the effect slightly. He can hear him retreating for a similar amount of time as Hermes, footsteps thundering and echoing back towards him as he listens.

He’s heard a few rumours about Sausage and Joel, but from what he’s seen the two are purely friends that happen to share custody of a child. Hardly anyone has seen Hermes, either out of Joel and Sausage hiding him away, or pure coincidence, he’s not sure. He gets the feeling that he should have seen Hermes either.

His head thumps dully against the quartz as he leans it back, ears flicking forwards to listen to whatever is going on around them. He can't hear anything, the only people that would be on the island are probably as far away from him as possible, on the other side of the island chain, probably.

It’s a little odd that Joel keeps the islands for himself, the area larger than anything he could ever hope to keep to himself. The villagers seem content to live in the shadow of the Stratos Islands, for whatever reason. Perhaps they believe Joel is an actual god rather than a self-proclaimed one. Idiots.

He laughs to himself, cutting it off when it echoes back into his ears and he realises how odd it sounds. He closes his eyes, groaning and realising how boring it’s going to be, waiting for midday.

His arms still ache as he pulls them closer, tucking his chin into his chest and setting his eyes on the door as he waits. He holds a hand out in front of his face a moment later, after a time to consider his options, looking over the burns there.

They spiral over the back of his palms, criss-crossing and jaggedy, like the imprint of lightning on his skin. They circle up and around his elbow, curling to a stop just above it. They throb painfully when he brushes a hand over it, and he recoils with a hiss, tucking his arms close again and curling his tail over his feet.

He settles down a little more comfortably, or, as comfortable as he can be on a quartz floor with nothing to soften it. At least the Sheriff would give him a blanket, even if he wasn't going to be sticking around ten minutes past everyone going into their houses for the night. It’s the thought that counts, or whatever.

Still, he finds his eyes slipping closed more and more easily, and more and more frequently, even as he tries to continue staring at the door, reminding himself of his unknown fate if Jimmy fails to bring whatever Joel has requested.

He startles awake at a loud sound, something clattering over and a murmured apology. He sits up a little straighter, listening as the voices continue to talk, two of them sounding incredibly irritated as they go back and forth.

He can't quite make the words out, even as he strains his ears and leans forward, even going so far as to stand and walk over to the bars, removing that little extra distance as though he’s magically going to be able to hear whatever conversation is happening now.

He hears one particularly angry shout, before footsteps are thundering towards him again, a lot faster than before. He takes a hasty step back, not even making it look like he wasn't trying to listen as Joel storms into the room, looking positively thunderous, with- Jimmy!

He perks up a little bit at the appearance of Jimmy, and Jimmy smiles at him, before turning back to Joel. The Deputy follows him into the room, sparing Tango a little wave and a grin. They're both wearing elytra, Jimmy’s bright yellow one standing out in the blandness of the room.

“Okay, we’re here. Hand him over.” Jimmy puts his hands on his hips, looming over Joel now that the god has returned to his usual size, no longer in his eleven foot glory and shrinking back a little. Jimmy’s great at intimidating people, and he watches him do it with a smile, grinning as Jimmy takes a step closer, putting him and Joel almost nose to nose.

He probably appreciates the move more than Joel does, judging by the other’s glare and the way he shoves Jimmy back a moment later, sparks crackling over Jimmy’s badge. “I need your end of the deal first.”

“My Deputy has it,” Jimmy says, pointing at his Deputy, who does seem to be holding a bag of some kind, with one of the little drawstring thingies to hold it closed. Joel steps towards her instead, peering inside the bag and at the items within.

“Why don't we go to a room where I can lay everything out on a table?” She offers, “So you can make sure it’s all correct and in order.” Joel hesitates a moment, regarding him and Jimmy with thinly veiled suspicion, before his obvious want to check everything wins out and he leads the way, though not without a heavy sigh and a warning glare backwards.

“M’kay.” Jimmy nods to himself, before pulling a jingling ring of keys from his pocket.

“Uh, Jimmy, I love you, but I don't think your keys are going to work on this one.” He takes a step forward, towards Jimmy.

“Oh these aren't mine.” He slips one in the lock, trying it, before frowning and trying the next one. “I stole them from Joel when he was distracted.”

“You didn't.”

“I did.” Jimmy tries the fourth key, “I can leave you in here if you want me to return the keys to him.” He takes a half-step back, grin betraying his actual thoughts. He tries the fifth one, and it slips into the lock easily, turning with a click and letting him pull the bars back. “Always the last one you try.” He mutters.

He ignores Jimmy’s rambling, taking several steps forward and wrapping his arms around him in a clinging hug, ignoring the way his arms sting and burn from the exertion. “I'm never going on a midnight walk again, I swear.” He promises, and JImmy laughs, returning the hug.

“Don't make a promise you can't keep.” He jokes, pulling back from the hug to kiss him. It’s a short, sweet thing that contains no heat, both of them pulling back to stare into each other’s eyes. “You’ll be out walking within a month, I bet.”

“Not my fault the sprouts are cute at this time of year.”

“You say they're cute at every time of year.” Jimmy bumps their foreheads together, still smiling as he stares at him.

“Because they are.” He adjusts, wincing as a burning sensation travels up his arms again, seemingly catching every nerve on its way.

“Oh Tango,” Jimmy’s smile drops, an expression of concern taking over as he brings a hand to cradle his face, “What did he do to you?”

“I, uh,” he looks away, something blocking his throat and making it hard to swallow when Jimmy stares at him like that. “I don't want to talk about it here.” He manages, after a silence has stretched between them for too long, filled by nothing but their breathing and Jimmy’s concerned face.

“We should probably be getting home anyway,” Jimmy says, face entirely too neutral for that to mean anything good.

“What did you do?”

“Who said I did anything?” Jimmy protests, and he gives him a look, watching as the other folds almost instantly. “Okay, okay, I may have found where he keeps all of his dumb togas- and I may have purposefully brought a flint and steel with me. For reasons.”

“Jimmy.”

“Yeah, I reckon we should leave now.” Jimmy says, turning towards the doorway, “Joel’s probably either smelled the burning or realised the gold is all fake.

“Jimmy!”

“Don't sound so scandalised,” Jimmy sounds slightly offended, “You're not the only one that can commit a few crimes.”

“You're the Sheriff.”

“And the townspeople will understand that I had my reasons.” Jimmy shrugs. “Now c’mon, I really don't want Joel to catch me and I reckon he can fly faster than my rockets can carry me.”

“We’re talking about this back home.” He says, allowing Jimmy to pick him up, preparing a rocket for take-off.

“We’re also talking back home,” Jimmy says, “Don't think I didn't notice you wincing.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let’s go before Joel kills us. That’d kill the cool factor you've got going on right now.” He adjusts the grip he has around Jimmy’s neck, watching as the canary yellow elytra fans out, in preparation for their drop off the island.

He definitely loses the cool factor when he almost drops him though.

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I'll admit that my opinion is probably colored by the cynicism of never succeeding at making money being a creative and instead constantly scrambling back and forth from various min wage entry level industries just to make ends meet, but i think that the way artists are conceptualizing AI video rendering as the end of the world is kind of ridiculous.

Obviousely the possibility of artistic jobs being downsized is very real. There is a present reality of AI taking good jobs from real people. It sucks. It's awful. Real people are suffering; I'm not denying that.

But at the same time this technological paradigm isn't going away any time soon, and as it is now, is way too resource intensive to replace every artist making a living with thier work.

Maybe someday down the road enough GPU farm services will be widely enough available where it is feasible for companies to use generative AI for all of their media needs, thus eliminating countless jobs for artists who spent decades of their life honing a skill, but if being demoted from a professional artist to a hobbyist is the end of the world for some people I seriously question why they practice their craft in the first place.

If it was always for the money, then let the robots take the burden of performing the role of a artist from you, and please relearn creating just to feel something inside of you.

We've had knitting machines and mass produced clothing and textiles for ages, yet in this day where my car can drive itself, people spend hours learning to do fibercrafts etc. And you aren't hearing about etsy fiber artists making 60k/year from their work yet they still enjoy the creative process of it!

This is a nuanced conversation, and a lot of people in poverty situations are going to lose access to their jobs as it becomes automated away, in a more exponentially growing version of what's been going on since 2008 and even back to the 90's.

Its a real problem, but the majority of creators i see whining about this on tumblr, YouTube etc. are middle class or higher individuals who's only experience in blue collar work is the half year they spent working part time at their university campus Starbucks.

A lot of people think they're mad because automation is threatening the validity of their job, but they're actually mad because they think learning a creative skill makes them better than your average blue collar worker and they're appaled at the idea of being the same as the people who run their electric grids, clean their sewers, and stock their supermarkets.

Theyre just using the cultural backlash against explotative machine learning (which is a justified backlash, it's fucking wrong for these generative models to be stealing existing work of art and incorporating it into its training, that's not what I'm defending here) as an excuse to dodge the awareness that they don't think anyone should be doing blue collar work because surely they never dreamed of doing it.

As it stands now generative AI models are too resource intensive to truly replace the scale of workers people act like they will, and the advancement of ML algorithms has enough real potential to better people's lives that its not going away, so I think aside from doing the work of protecting our existing art with things like nightshade etc, it's important to be realistic and give up the fantasy that we are at war with AI companies, and must win, or even more delusion at war with the very concept of machine learning.

Its reminiscent of people who were afraid of computers in 1995 and now can't function in their daily life without the help of their gen z loved one to help them navigate the most basic of user interfaces.

Society will advance, regardless of how we like it, all we can do is be resourceful about it, and find ways that the advancement benefits us.

#Or yall can go on daydreaming about dismantling algorithms or something #Personal #AI

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Who are you most nervous about introducing potential significant others to? I'd go with my parents, although I've never done this with them ever; and Angela, just because she's my biggest confidante and next to my parents she is always The First One to know everything going on in my life.

What was the most important non-academic thing you learned in high school? That 'fake it until you make it' is legit advice, even though I found and still find it to an extent shady. It was helpful in finally fitting in in high school, and has saved me a million times at work where I need to be an extrovert 24/7. At its core I detest the idea of having to project a certain image of yourself for certain situations, but at the same it's just something I need to grind through lest I get left behind.

Have you ever had a job that deeply affected your personal life? How so and do you still work there? Yeah. My work is my life. It's all I think about, and even though I have been better at setting boundaries I still am largely known by my peers now by what I do. On a personal level, I honestly still don't know what to make of that; it is just what it is.

Do you have a “one who got away”? No.

If you were in a superhero movie, would you be the hero or the villain? I'd be one of the citizens scrambling to get away.

If you found a mouse in your house, would you be frightened? 100%.

Have you ever tried to perform magic tricks? I can do some silly illusions with my hands/fingers. I haven't really tried anything beyond that.

Can you do more with a yo-yo than just “go up and down”? Nope.

What is one form of technology that you wouldn’t be able to live without? Imagining life without the internet at this age just seems insane. It's grown to become part of nearly everything we do, so the idea of becoming disconnected from everything and everyone feels kind of freaky tbh.

Did you get an allowance, growing up? Why or why not? I started getting allowances in high school – I was given P100 for recess and lunch, but given that I had finally just started making friends and didn't want to miss out on cool high school parties and soirees and shit, I used to skip meals and instead gather my allowances to be able to go out during weekends (because otherwise my parents didn't usually give me hanging-out money). Definitely an unhealthy and a very stupid way to go about it in retrospect, considering it led to me feeling lightheaded throughout high school.

In college my allowance increased to P2,000 a week so I could cover gas and food.

Would you rather go to a water park or an amusement park? Why? Amusement park, even though I can't go on rides. At least there's lots of yummy and sinful food options haha. Water parks just feel so much more unsanitary to me.

What is one instrument you wouldn’t mind learning how to play? Piano.

What’s the longest amount of time you’ve had to wait in line for something? I was at the LTO for 7 hours because apparently it takes that look to print out a driver's fucking license in the Philippines. I also waited the same amount of time for Seventeen, but to be fair the only reason we arrived at 12 PM for a 7 PM concert is if we left any later than that, we were going to be stuck in traffic with the rest of the late concertgoers and risk missing a chunk of the show.

What is something that you would like to learn more about? I would love to take a wrestling class, just for fun and just to get to experience it once. I put my pro wrestler dreams to rest as soon as I made them because I knew I was never going to be physically cut out for it; but it'd be cool to take even just one session to learn the most basic of basics – taking bumps, doing rolls, running the ropes.

What is something that one of your family member collects? My mom collects anything related to chefs - mostly figurines - as my dad is one and she has always been very proud of that. My dad used to collect Top Gear magazines and had every single issue until they stopped publishing physical copies.

Have you ever moved to a new school before? If so, how did it feel? I mean, yes, but only because there was no college in my first school – and even if they did it wouldn't have been my choice to enroll there for university anyway. I went to the same school from kinder to high school, then attended my dream university for college; so, really, only changed schools once and it was out of necessity.

Have you ever legitimately forgotten to do homework? Yes.

Do you enjoy autumn leaves or spring flowers more? Why? I can't relate.

Depending on where you live, why might a day of school get canceled? Typhoons, or extremely high temperatures which is what is happening now. Kids today are very fortunate for that, whereas my generation hadddddd to power through the summer weather (it was worse for my school since we were one of the few private schools that didn't have aircon).

If you could meet any fictional character from a book, who would it be? Alice Cullen. Or Carlisle hehe.

What are some common places that people tour when they come to your city? There is a well-known art museum here. Apart from that, I guess just the gazillion cafés we have.

What’s one food that you did not enjoy as a child, but do as an adult? Curry. Dreaded it every time I smelled my grandma making it, now it'd kill me to miss out on curry – any kind of curry hahaha. Indian cuisine in general has grown to be my favorite type.

Would you rather have a mermaid tail, a fairy’s wings or a unicorn’s horn? I'd take the wings cause it'd be cute to be able to fly!

What is an animal that you’d like to have as a pet but it’s not allowed? No way.

What are some things that you do to make the world a better place? I look people in the eye, smile, and say thanks if they hold the door open for me.

Has the last person you had sex with ever had sex with someone besides you? I'm most definitely certain that she since has. It's been four years.

What’s your favorite store at your mall? I just go to the local K-pop stores lol. I hardly shop, and if I'm at the mall it's like 99.9% to eat out.

Have you ever done a workout DVD? No.

Who usually takes out the trash in your family? My mom or sister. We'll sometimes alternate, me and my sister.

What song are you currently obsessed with? Together by Seventeen is a BEAUTIFUL song. Absolutely obsessing over it these days.

When you go fishing, do you make someone else get the fish off the hook? I've never gone fishing.

Do you take any prescription meds? Nope.

What happens if you don’t take them?

Who was the last person you dreamt about? I hardly remember my dreams.

Do you prefer your tea sweetened or unsweetened? Sweetened.

Do you have any children? If so, names and ages? I do not.

Have your parents ever witnessed you doing something inappropriate? What? I don't think so, at least not to my recollection.

Did you get babysat a lot as a kid? No. My cousins and I raised each other and that was all the babysitting we ever needed haha.

Are you doing anything fun tomorrow? Tomorrow is technically Monday, so there's nothing that'll be happening other than me going back to work. Today's my birthday though so all the fun stuff will be happening today – we have a dinner reservation at my favorite buffet and I'm really excited for that!

What is something you’d like to receive as a housewarming gift? Wine. Hahaha.

How old were you when you first experienced the effects of puberty? I mean I was barely 10 when I got my first period, so let's go with that.

What is your least favorite holiday, and why? Chinese New Year, for political reasons.

Are cemeteries peaceful to you, or do they freak you out? Serene and peaceful. Not only are those places filled wih a million stories, memories, and experiences of real people; but it's heartwarming getting to see the little trinkets and gifts that people leave their deceased.

We went to visit my grandpa last Sunday and I was touched seeing a letter pinned to a woman's columbary cell – it was a letter obviously written by her granddaughter, and seeing the clumsy handwriting... all just felt very human to me, if that mkes sense. Being in cemeteries or similar places evokes a sense of calm for me.

Has anyone close to you ever gone to war? Nope.

Have you ever experienced altitude sickness? No. In what is a shock even to me, I manage boat and plane rides well. It's car rides I always seem to be terrible at.

Is there anything, any event, you wish you could remember more clearly? My Paramore concert in 2013, only because I spent the damn concert watching through my camera. It was my first concert so I didn't know any better – but anyway, lessons were learned, I never did it again, and for all concerts that followed I only have a handful of photos/videos from them because I've since spent of the time living in the moment instead.

If you had to get advice from someone of the opposite sex, who would you go to? Hans.

What was the last new food/drink that you tried? I tried the barbecue chicken sandwich from Popeye's because apparently they're doing this flavors of the world thing where they have variants for UK (barbecue), Korea (gochujang), US (spicy chicken)...you get the drill. It was delicious but I thought the barbecue sauce was a tad bit overpowering. I'd get a less-saucier one next time.

Have you had a good day today or was yesterday better? I mean it's my birthday today so it'd be hard to imagine this day going south haha. We'll see; it's only 1:30 in the morning.

Have you ever played Sudoku? No I never understood how it works hahaha.

Do you ever take surveys for money? I once tried to go for that, but for context: It was the peak of COVID, absolutely no one went out, I was a fresh grad, my parents (who are both in the hospitality industry) were just as jobless as I was, and money in the house was depleting at an alarming rate. I was desperate to help as much as I can, so much so that I had to consider that making-moneys-through-surveys thing. It never amounted to anything because I was never qualified for most of the surveys available anyway.

Thank FUCK we have since gotten out of that rut. I've blocked out most things from 2020 because of what we as a family went through.

Do you like Barbie or Bratz better? Bratz was popular as fuck when I was a kid.

Do you prefer purple or green grapes? Neither.

Who was the last person that made you laugh? My sister.

Where does your best friend live? In a nearby city.

Who did you last confide in? Trina.

Does your car have an alarm? Like...an alarm clock? No? Lol. It does go off if hit too hard while locked, though, if that's the kind of alarm you mean.

Where was your mom born? Just...somewhere in the metro, I'm not about to give that kind of stuff away.

What can always make you feel better no matter what? MY DOGS

What is something you’ll never eat again? Why? Apart from fruits, I was never the type to shun any kind of food.

What is currently happening that is scaring you? Just...time. The natural course of aging. Not because it's my birthday, but the passage of time is just something I think about more and more now. My high school peers getting married and having kids, my parents getting older, my grandparents getting older...it is what it is and it's constantly in my head.

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valorxdrive · 10 months

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❝ nobody wins in war. ❞ ( also one from young Luxu bc I want to continue that au! )

War in its very being was insatiable. Sacrifice, the pillaging of self and morality, the acceptance that plunging the very life out of those known.. and in a potential case like theirs, friends turned into foes from some cursed fate was a sore awareness for Sora.

Luxu's pure displeasure worked into a more solemn note tells him so much that he needs to hear. It makes his heart ache with frustration that the possibility of the Keyblade War could also hold as a reality upon these lands. A place where so many souls were scrambling to learn and know who they were, and in other ways, completely disconnected from the resolve that allowed their strengths to burn to such scintillating heights.

Just thinking about what he's endured alongside his beloved friends makes his heart twist. Being torn Heart from body, being threatened with destruction that grinds to dust even your very concepts, the sort of oblivion that comes as the price in harnessing the form of strength that can potentially unmake all.

Calamity.

"..From the beginning, something like that has never been made with the good thought of others at the helm. I've only seen it rarely, rarely done like that."

Could it be naivety that centers as a cause to those thoughts? Sora in truth wouldn't be surprised. His means of going against the grain was never turning his battles into wars, to never let the concept of conquering be a part to feel him with any semblance of determination. No, that would be poison that he refuses to drink. On those days where he contently dove and ventured within the high seas, more of his perception was carefully carved. These were bittersweet, nostalgic reflections as they stared off into the oceans surrounding Daybreak Town.

"Listening to sides when you never fully know the truth, being forced under the reach of another without having your heart fully and rightfully applied, all I can see that breeding is confusion that threatens to shatter it.. The kind of terror that loves to resonate with the worst out there.

Even now, that certainly didn't mean gloom has truly eclipsed the hope he carries. Gradually his fingers ride the tension, knitting themselves into fist that comfortably hum with strength. "That's why, I can't help but think that heroes are one of the most important forces out there. People who find to shatter anything that threatens to unravel life, and knows the importance that.. At the end of the day, helping another when they stumble is one of the most important things you can do out there."

"And that is what I intend to be. The kind of something I wish was always there when folks needed it most. ..To let them find their strength to continue such a thing."

@cryptidsncurios

#cryptidsncurious #| Bottle Mail #| Meme #Y'know for this ask #I wanted it to be a counter towards MoM's view of #'The battle between Light and Darkness isn't a hero's tale'#When throughout KH that power of goodwill has been the pivotal force in unraveling so much #that conscious choice rippling and influence unlike any other

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allwhilewaiting · 1 year

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scrambled eggs

"i don't menstruate."

when i told my family friend at a baby shower for my long-time friend [see betrayal of trust], she simply asked me why.

we were talking about our periods, because it was an event that celebrated the achievement of the uterus...conception. my friend was cramping at the moment, and maybe child-bearing was the general conversation when i told her that i don't menstruate, and i'm not exactly sure why.

i have clues: i was diagnosed with pcos as a teenager. i once got an ultrasound and the doctor told me there was water around one of my fallopian tubes, and something else was weird with the other one, can't remember exactly what. all i really know is that i started menstruating at 8, yes...8 (it even feels weird to write because what the entire hell is that), and then my periods were kind of regular, and then they became violent and more irregular, skipping months at a time, sometimes heavy like a river, sometimes 3-4 days long.

and then i got on birth control because i wanted to be stupid and get married to an awful creature. and then i stayed on birth control after i separated from said creature because i wanted to have sex with other people. then i had sex with another awful and broken creature, and i decided maybe i shouldn't be having sex at all.

after that decision was clear, i stopped taking birth control. it was inconvenient, and although it helped me cope with some of the after-effects of my abuse [see misplaced shame], my resolve to journey with self-love gave me the courage to be patient and willing as my body shows itself to me...and asks me for what it needs.

so now i'm not on birth control, and i'm on this journey of figuring myself out inside out, and i'm still not menstruating. sometimes ovulating, on rare occasions experiencing tinged discharge, but not menstruating.

it leads me to wonder a couple of things...

like 1, why exactly am i not worried? i used to celebrate the months my period didn't come as a teenager (especially knowing i was eons away from sexual activity). periods are messy, inconvenient, and painful. even with all my feminist fanfare, i've never found anything sacred about them. as far as its impact on my reproductive health...that leads me to 2:

my lady parts and capabilities don't seem to have any utility to me, indefinitely. i always thought that even though i don't see myself having kids, and don't want the challenges of parenthood, i also never want to feel like i don't have a choice. so it's not that i don't care about my uterus...in theory if i were to ever change my mind I would like to have the opportunity to realize whatever child-bearing outcome I aspire to. but since i'm not there...and i also don't know exactly what's wrong with those scrambled eggs up there, i just hold on to this narrative of being healthy enough to feel good on a day-to-day basis, and not really having the need to find out any more information at the moment. my body is just doing its thing, and i feel just fine.

my third wonder on this topic is whether i've subconsciously, even if only minutely, convinced myself that i don't want kids because i knew early on that i had some strange reproductive occurrences. like to soften the blow if i found out i actually couldn't have kids at some point. no one has ever told me that...only that i might have difficulty, but again...never tested the theory.

i think on the whole my reproductive health does actually play an active role in my identity as a woman. not so much for its regular and physical signs of capability (i.e. periods), but for its potential. like if i really wanted to...i could create a human from my own body and feed it to life. that power feels ancestral, and anchors me in a way that is irrelevant to the more grounded clinical evaluation of my current reproductive state.

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the-scandalorian · 3 years

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What about a mix of two prompts?

“i've never been kissed before so you volunteer but i decline, we're best friends and it would be weird, but a couple hours later i lay awake in my bed and i can't stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you and suddenly i regret what i said”

and

“two characters look at each other. silence. then. BOOM BANG LIPS CRASHING CAN'T RESIST YOU ANYMORE BAM BOOM THERE'S A WALL LET'S PIN YOU AGAINST IT”

of Din Drjarin/f!reader?

Thank you so much for the prompt!! I love this combination so much! Hope you enjoy this 💖 And for the others who made requests, they're in the works!

Pairing: Din Djarin x Female Reader Rating: M Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: alcohol consumption, spice

You and Mando were sitting in your usual evening position—back-to-back in the middle of the hull—so he could lift his helmet just enough to eat. You’d finished dinner a while ago, and now you were passing a flask of whiskey back and forth over your shoulders. The last few hunts had been long and hard, but the carbonite chamber was now at capacity, so you were taking a night off before returning to Nevarro.

As the flask got lighter and the sky visible through the open ramp faded from a dusky twilight to a velvety black, you inched closer together until you were fully leaned against one another. He was fairly comfortable as a backrest considering the amount of metal and weaponry strapped to his body.

Your conversation had been skirting dangerous territory for a while now—a place you’d been working towards for months if you were being honest. You weren’t supposed to be doing this though: the easy friendship, the light teasing, and the casual intimacy of spending weeks together in a confined space were supposed to stop there... not progress into anything more. You were hunting partners—that was it.

Yet, here you were telling him about your first kiss.

“What about you, Mando? I mean... is kissing even allowed for Mandalorians?”

You reached back to pass him the flask. He took a pull and then—in his unmodulated voice, which was always slightly distracting—said, "Mandalorians touch the foreheads of their helmets together... it's called a Keldabe kiss.”

“That’s very sweet and all, but what about actual kissing? Is that allowed? Or are you only allowed to bonk your metal heads together?”

He scoffed and tilted his helmet back to lightly knock against the back of your head. You laughed and knocked him back.

(That only counts as a Mandalorian kiss if you’re facing each other... right?)

“So?”

“Yes, it’s allowed. If you find someone you trust, there are options... blindfolds, dark rooms... eventually, marriage.”

You ignored the way your heart dropped a little more at each of those options. Instead, you pressed him again: “Okay, so... what was your first kiss like?”

“I don’t have a good story like you do.”

You nudged his side with your elbow. “Oh come on, just tell me! I told you mine, so you have to tell me yours. That’s how the game works.”

You heard him exhale and take another long pull from the flask. He passed it back to you over his shoulder. “Isn’t it my turn to ask a question though?”

You scrunched your eyebrows together. Honestly, you’d lost track of whose turn it was at this point, but he’d answered every other random question you’d thrown at him, even the intrusive one about the craziest places he’d had sex. He’d even thrown you some bold curveballs. But he didn’t want to tell you about his first kiss?

It hit you all at once.

“You’ve never kissed anyone.” You blurted the thought before remembering to pass it through your usual verbal filter.

“No, I haven’t,” he confirmed.

“Oh,” was all you can think to say. You took a sip, and the whiskey burned slightly as it went down your throat. You reached back to hand it over again.

His gloved fingers brushed yours when he took it from you. “I never trusted anyone enough in the past.”

In the past.

Your thoughts raced as you tried to decide if that wording was intentional.

...he was sitting here, leaned against you, lifting his helmet in your presence, in the present…

That had to mean something.

You couldn’t help but ask the question that seared through your mind, “Do you trust me?”

He let a pause stretch out between you, laden with the implication of your question, and shifted slightly against your back. “Yes.”

Your heart rate kicked up. There was so much potential in that yes that you couldn’t help but push forward.

“I would kiss you.”

It came out sounding like an offer, but you really meant it as a want. You wanted to kiss him. You’d held that truth for a while now—months probably—keeping it close to your chest, knowing that it would likely live there forever. There was no room for attachment in your utilitarian partnership, or in his strict Creed and your nomadic existence. Kissing him was an unrealistic daydream, a passing thought you regularly ignored.

Though... it was harder to ignore when he let his gloved hand linger on your waist, or threw himself into the line of fire to protect you, or wordlessly accepted joint commissions from Karga as if your partnership was implicit. He’d been doing all those things more and more often.

And now, your carefully guarded truth was lingering out there, floating freely between you. You started to panic as the silence stretched on and scrambled to snatch it back: “I mean... if you want to know what it’s like.”

You immediately regretted adding that qualification. That wasn’t why you said it.

Another strained moment of silence passed.

“It wouldn’t make for a very good story,” he finally replied. He was trying to make light of the weird situation, but it came out flat in his modulated voice. He was obviously uncomfortable... and uninterested.

You were so incredibly grateful that he couldn’t see your face at that moment. You forced out an unconvincing laugh and said: “Right.”

The chirping of the crickets outside suddenly seemed deafening in the fraught silence that settled between you. You felt him adjust against your back once more. The flask appeared in your periphery, and you grabbed it quickly, taking a long pull.

Fuck.

You could tell that you had just taken the quiet, tenuous potential of your friendship and obliterated it with one awkward sentence.

“I’m going to get some sleep,” he said, pushing himself to his feet behind you.

You nodded vaguely and stayed where you were, staring out into the starry night, until you heard the mechanical click of his bunk closing behind him.

It was never going to happen—you’d always known that. It had never been a real possibility. And yet, in some shadowy corner of your traitorous heart, the tiniest bit of hope had taken root, cultivated by months of lingering touches and endless time spent together in hyperspace. And it hurt to have that fledgling hope completely crushed.

Eventually, you closed the ramp and plopped down on the spare cot against the wall. You tossed and turned for a long time, wondering if Mando would even want to partner with you for jobs any more. Probably not.

You froze when you heard his bunk slide open and the sound of his feet hitting the floor. You expected to hear him walk to the refresher, but when you didn’t hear his footsteps, you propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him.

He was facing you, backlit by the light of his open bunk. His silhouette was different than usual—with a jolt, you realized that he was completely unarmored aside from his helmet. The hands that were twitching and clenching by his sides were bare. You sat up and swung your legs over the side of the cot, waiting for him to do something... anything. The silence between you wasn’t strained now; it was charged, electric, expectant.

He reached back and pressed a button on the wall behind him and his bunk slid shut, bathing the space in complete darkness. You heard him take two steps toward you, then stop. He was waiting for you in the middle of the hull, wordlessly asking you to meet him halfway.

So you did.

You weren’t sure what to do once you were standing a foot in front of his dark outline. You waited for a moment, then you both stepped towards each other at the same time, his hands—you faintly registered that you were feeling his skin on yours for the first time—finding your arms in the darkness. You pressed one palm to the soft fabric covering his chest, tilted your face up... and waited.

He needed to be the one who took that final step.

After he released a shaky exhale through the modulator, his right hand left your bicep to reach up and grip the lip of his helmet. Your stomach swooped in anticipation when you heard the pneumatic release, and you watched the dark shape being lifted from his head.

You could feel the beating of his heart under your fingertips as he lowered his hand to his side, helmet grasped in his fingers. He leaned down, and you couldn’t help but lean up to meet him. Your lips connected sloppily in the dark, off-center and a little harder than you meant, but you corrected yourselves quickly. You thought about how soft his lips were as you moved yours against his; you smiled against his mouth when you noted the tickle of his mustache, and he exhaled against you when you reached up to map out the rest of his face with your hands: scratchy stubble along his jawline, a sharp nose, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, soft hair feathered across his forehead.

He let out a satisfied moan and gripped you a little tighter when you parted your lips to run your tongue experimentally along his pouting bottom lip. He responded in kind, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss, his tongue tentatively working its way into your mouth. A muffled moan slipped from your own lips, and you slid one hand under the hem of his shirt, dragging your palm up the rippling muscles of his back.

Mando seemed to be emboldened by your exploration; his helmet clanged against the floor when he let it fall, and both his hands were suddenly roaming over your body, large palms cupping your breasts through your shirt. In an instant, a kiss that had started out as uncertain and eager was suddenly hot and desperate. He backed you toward the ladder with decisive steps until you were pinned between it and his broad chest. His hands worked their way down your back, over the swell of your ass, until he was gripping the backs of your thighs. You linked your hands behind his neck, so he could hoist your legs up and around his middle.

He dipped his head into the crook of your neck, and his lips found your skin. He trailed kisses up, until he paused with his mouth by your ear.

“It was worth the wait.”

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dabisqueen · 3 years

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The Captured Pt.3

Shigaraki x Reader x Dabi

⇢ rating: 18+

⇢ word count: roughly 4K

⇢ plot: Being held hostage at the LOV HQ, you are Shigarakis "spoils", but can't help falling for Dabi. This makes for a troublesome situation.

⇢ warnings: 18+, noncon, rape, mean Shiggy, soft Dabi, blood, cum, creampie, smut, alcohol, force, vaginal sex, oral sex (male receiving), orgasm, threatening of quirk use

⇢ NO MINORS ALLOWED!!!

personal note: where do i start. it got longer than anticipated so there will also be a part 4! geez... ok, this one i still had a hard time writing the plot and its twist. but i think it will all come together nicely in the end.

Pt.2 / Pt.4

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Time passed as I got accustomed to my new situation. I knew by now I was never going to have my old life back, never going to get free. To the outside, I was missing, probably dead and I felt like I was not the girl I used to be - and would probably never be. I had unknowingly become part of the League, but I actually liked it. Dabi's room had become mine, even Shigaraki didn't mind about it, for Dabi slept most of the time on the couch in the lounge. The tight work schedule of the League made it impossible to find time for each other and Shigaraki, being completely engulfed in his leadership goals, hadn't come up to me either.

One evening most members were out and I was left alone with Toga supervising me. We were at the bar, I had been drinking a couple of gin tonics as we were stuck in conversation. Toga suddenly had her elbows on the table and leaned in so close I could feel her breath on my face. She chirped with her happiest voice “Forgot to tell you: got a special date today. Can you help me get pretty, please?” she grinned at me with an eager mewl, eyes almost squinting.

I sighed, “Ok, but no sticking knives in me, got that?” She crossed her heart and grinned “Promise!”

Squealing with joy she grabbed my hand and guided me to her room. Once there, she retrieved a bag from the bathroom, stuffed with all sorts of makeup. Sitting her down in a chair, I knelt in front of her and grabbed an eyeliner, unscrewing the top. She shivered in excitement, all the while licking her lips, eyeing me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Turning towards her, I started applying the makeup on her, faces only inches away from each other. I noticed her excited hot breath fanning my face, smelling like bubblegum.

"So, uhm, who's your date?“ I questioned, hovering in front of her.

Before I knew it she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her, her soft warm lips locking with mine. I was frozen in surprise as she pulled back and whispered “You…” and then I felt a sting in my fingertip. I jolted away from her, looking down at my finger. Blood started oozing out of a hole in the tip of my finger, slowly running down my finger.

“Fuck, Toga!” I yelled at her, while she giggled and wiggled a large syringe needle in her hand, “No knife, see?”

“Brat!” I spat out, staring at her, stunned. There was an awkward moment of silence between us as the blood started dripping on the floor.

“Please, just one lick?” She begged, eyes gleaming with pure desire, a smile like a thousand volts in her face as she kept licking her lips.

“Geez Toga...” I mumbled as I suddenly felt the alcohol kick in while the adrenaline wore off. Without any time to react, she grabbed my finger and pulled it towards her mouth. Her tongue came out and, sliding it up, she collected all the blood on it. I gasped as she closed her plush warm lips around my finger, cheeks hollowing as she started sucking on it. Her eyes narrowed, as she kept relentlessly pulling the blood out of my finger. With a plop, she released it, my red juice pooling rapidly on the tip from the suction and she opened her mouth. Dark red, thick fluid covered her tongue, puddling around it. I felt nausea creeping up inside me as she closed her eyes, swirling it around in her mouth before visibly swallowing it. She opened her mouth again, now empty, and grinned sharp and wide.

“You're sick,” I groaned as I staggered off to the door on wobbly legs.

Toga kept calling after me "Awhh… that wasn't that bad! Please stay!"

But I ignored her and continued on to Dabi's room. Nausea kept stirring my insides as I stumbled into it, ripping open the bathroom door and convulsing over the toilet, vomiting into it. As nausea finally subsided, I leaned back, feeling heavy with foreboding rumbling deep inside my core as I hung my head and cried.

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Shigaraki had been out with the other members to meet another villain group to potentially join forces. The evening had stretched itself out, I had been left alone for the first time. I sat in the lounge and played with some cards, getting myself a drink once in a while.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the familiar purple warp gates opening and each member, one by one, appeared through it. At least I thought so. As Shigaraki passed through the gate, covered in his hands, I could feel something was off. He was fuming with anger, his whole body shaking, while everyone else seemed in a gloomy mood, hurrying to shuffle out of his way. He stomped to the bar, hissing and cursing, as Kurogiri almost flew behind the counter to pour him a whiskey. He grabbed it, lifted "Father" for a moment and chugged it in one go. Still ranting to himself his glaring red eyes darted across the room as if he was looking for something. Finally, his crazed gaze fell upon me, his eyes narrowing.

"You..." he glared at me across the room.

Everyone went silent, all eyes on me.

Shigaraki slowly approached me, his hand stretched out as he rasped an undeniable order "My room, now."

My eyes widened with fear, I stumbled to my feet, tripping backward against the chairs,

"N- no, please…" I stuttered out, shaking my head frantically.

"I said my room," his voice was even more chilling than before. As I still didn't respond, he darted towards me. With no time to react, he grabbed my wrist and jerked me with him towards the door. I stumbled after him, protesting, tears starting to well in my eyes as I looked over my shoulders.

Everyone stood unmoved, no one had the guts to speak up. Toga even wiggled her fingers after me with a sheepish grin on her face. And then my eyes found Dabi’s. His face placid, he watched me being pulled out of the room. His behavior felt treacherous, I was hurt, lost as I pleaded "Dabi please help!" but all he did was avert his eyes and then he disappeared out of sight as Shigaraki coached me through the door into the hallway.

Being dragged after him, I stumbled a few times trying to keep up with his pace. Once at his room, he kicked his door open and yanked me inside, having me lose my footing and fall to the floor on all fourths. He slammed the door shut behind me and rasped "Undress."

“N- No, I won't!” I shook, scrambling to my feet.

"You're testing my patience, little Spoils," he hissed, approaching me with five fingers pointing at me.

I felt the built-up anger inside me bubble up and couldn't contain myself anymore. If he were to dust me, then be it! “Fine, jerk!” I yelled at him, aware of the danger I was getting myself into by saying that. Hands shaking I fumbled on my button and zipper, slowly pulling down my pants. Shigaraki ignored my harsh tone though and turned towards a dresser on the side. Not leaving me out of his sight he one by one unhinged the hands off of him and placed them neatly into a drawer.

As I stood only in my underwear in the middle of the room, he strode towards me and grabbed my wrist. Ignoring my loud protests he pulled me towards the bed and pushed me belly down onto it. I cringed when he pried open my legs, kneeling between them. The rustling of his pants being undone was accompanied by my pleas not to hurt me again. But he kept ignoring me, prodding one finger inside, slowly gliding in and out.

"So hot for me…" he snarled, red eyes glowing with excitement, as he licked his dry lips.

"Shigaraki, don't make me fucking bleed again!" I cried out, lifting my arms, trying to prop myself up. But his right hand grabbed the back of my head and pressed it down into the sheets.

"Shut up!" His voice full of irritation.

My complaints were muffled by the sheets as he prodded himself at my entrance, pushing my panties aside. His left hand pressed against my back, thumb curled in, pinning my body against the mattress as he sheathed himself inside me with one strong thrust. I wailed into the sheets at his forceful intrusion.

The stretch from his girth was still unbearable. I groaned as he started pumping himself into me, letting out angry huffs as he kept muttering fucking yakuza… fuckin' brat… should have dusted him… I whimpered into the sheets as he continued pounding into me. By the time he came, I felt that dull pain in my core again and anger almost boiled over inside me. As he caught his breath and pulled out, reaching for his pants, I jerked around and yelled at him "Fuck, Shigaraki, you need to stop doing that!” I almost cried, “Can't keep on hurting me like that, if you call yourself the 'boss' around here!" He growled at my outburst but before he could react I pushed him aside, his eyes glinting with surprise, grabbed my clothes and stumbled out of the room.

Ignoring the dull pain in my core and the hot fluids dripping down my legs, I started staggering down the hallway. As I got closer to the stairs, I saw a familiar figure standing at the end of the hallway, resting against the wall. Dabi looked at me with an unmoving expression in his cerulean eyes. I didn't even stop, just pushed past him as I continued my way to the stairs. He followed me and held out his hand, rumbling lowly, a bit abashed “Here, lemme help" as I swayed a bit. But I swapped it away in anger and growled at him "Don't you dare touch me, " as I continued my way up to his room, leaving him standing deserted in the hallway.

I went straight to the bathroom, got undressed and took a shower, washing all the smut off me. I sank to the floor as an uncontrolled flow of tears started mixing with the hot water running down my face.

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Life went on as usual in the headquarters. The League was out a lot, recruiting more, doing some successful quests, that the news later on talked about, as we all watched TV at the lounge bar. Their increased activity had me spare more intimate time with Shigaraki and Dabi. It was a much-needed break, giving me the possibility to cope with my new life, trying to figure out how I could fit into it. As for Dabi, I distanced myself from him, avoiding him whenever possible. I needed time, thinking about his obscurr attitude towards me in the past. So whenever he entered the lounge, I usually sat down at Shigaraki’s side or scooted off to the furthest corner. When we met in the hallway, I avoided eye contact, looking straight ahead and just passed by.

Dabi became increasingly on edge by my behavior. He didn't know how to cope with my anger. His irritation showed in his increased aggressiveness, repeatedly snapping at the other members. Everyone started being on edge with him, even more than they used to do. Toga kept complaining to me about his erratic behavior and repeated outbursts. Not as if that was anything unusual, but it had become more frequent. Even though I tried avoiding him, he somehow managed to be a constant presence in my periphery. He hung around to just watch me, reclining back in his chair looking half-asleep and completely disinterested, but I could see how he was constantly shooting me glances. During meetings in the lounge, he leaned against the wall, arms crossed in front of his chest and kept watching me with those unmoving ice blue eyes.

Despite those troubling circumstances, I started to get accustomed to the rest of the members. I grew really fond of Spinner and Twice, even Kurogiri became sort of a father figure for me with his constant concern over us. Toga was still an annoying crazy little brat who never missed a chance to draw blood from me, but I started thinking of her as the younger sister I never had. Whenever she kept asking for cuddles I couldn't help but give in to her, wrapping my arms around her, while she gave me an almost bruising hug back, snuggling into me and calling me her “Big Sis.”

Shigaraki - he turned out to be a handful. After I had lost my temper with him that one night, he seemed a bit apprehensive around me. He started fiddling with his fingers and phone when I was close, shooting me nervous glances. He kept looking at me with his burning red eyes, intrigued, curious as to what I was doing. Whenever there was a meeting or we just sat at the bbar he demanded me to be next to him. He snickered when he saw me snapping at Dabi. Whenever I huddled over to the other members, conversing and laughing with them, he kept eyeing me with interest.

Dabi on the other hand grew more agitated the closer Shigaraki kept me by his side, disagreeing during meetings, ignoring certain commands, just being more of his usual asshole-self towards him. And that didn't go unnoticed by Shigaraki, as he kept getting more aggrivated by his behavior.

It was one of those days they had been out again for recruitment and after they returned through the portals back into the lounge, Shigaraki turned towards me.

“Sit with me,” he rasped dryly as usual and slumped down at the bar. I reluctantly joined him, noticing that he seemed pretty agitated.

On the other side of the bar, Dabis had slouched down on a stool, whiskey in his hand, half-lidded eyes staking nonchalantly at me. Toga pranced over, leaning into me, purring and letting me stroke her hair. Even though no one said anything, there was an unspoken tension in the air. I looked at Shigaraki from the side, trying to figure out what was going on.

“What are you staring at,” he scowled irritably.

“Just seeing what mood you're in.” I shrugged.

He didn't react, as his eyes went up to Kurogishi to order us a drink. As the evening continued, we drank in silence but I couldn't shrug off the feeling that something was off between him and Dabi. They had not spoken a word since they came back. I was a bit tipsy, as Kurogiri kept placing drinks in front of me on behalf of Shigaraki. The tension-filled air, the weird vibes between the members made me feel uncomfortable and a heavy weight started suffocating me. Unexpectedly, all the stress and frustration, all the hurt and heartache of those last weeks, months of living in this place, came crashing down on me. It had been too much, too much of everything. Tears started glistening in my eyes as I felt every nerve in my body vibrate with feverish exhilaration, like strings singing with tension, ready to snap any moment. And that moment came sooner than I expected.

As Mr. Compress, a new member, approached Shigaraki, calling him “boss”, that certain something snapped inside me. The way Shigaraki had been handling me in his room was beyond “boss”-behavior and had left a sour taste in my mouth. I was barely able to suppress a giggle pressing itself up my throat. Shigaraki shot me an annoyed glance and Dabi cocked his head, honest concern starting to mix in with his usual bored expression. As they kept continuing the conversation, I couldn't control myself anymore and kept giggling every time I heard that specific word, a laughing fit slowly but surely starting to build up inside of me. Shigaraki grew increasingly annoyed by my behavior, his body started to tense, his idle hand curved into a fist and his leg nervously bouncing up and down. Once in a while his hand shot up so scratch his neck, until I could see small red patches. At one point I totally lost it, snorting, choking on my drink, not being able to suppress the frantic giggles creeping up, tears threatening to roll down my cheeks.

There was a wet splattering sound and I looked up to see Shigaraki, who clutched the remnants of his glass with all five of his fingers. What was left of it kept disappearing, turning into dust and the whiskey inside had splashed all over the counter. All heads jerked up as the scene unraveled before them.

He was shaking, face hidden behind his white messy hair as his lips parted and he breathed out in a low scratch, warning tone “Do you have a problem?"

I swallowed down my giggles, still nervous. I realized I had crossed a line and there was no way out for me.

His red crimson eyes shot up at me, his voice now trembling with rage, "I asked, if you have a problem!”

I fumbled with my fingers, which started to get sweaty and sticky. "I- I’m sorry… boss” and my body started shaking again with laughter, too exhausted from the last weeks straining experiences to care.

Shigaraki slowly slid off his stool and I watched him approach in horror, still sobbing with frantic uncontrollable giggles. So fast I couldn't even react, his hand shot up and wrapped around my throat, pinkie hovering dangerously close to my skin. He leaned forward into my face, red eyes burning into mine. I could smell his breath, induced with alcohol as he rasped out "I think I need to fuck those giggles out of you and show you who the boss is. Don't you think, little Spoils?" And with that he pulled me off the stool, my hands cutching his wrist, that was still grabbing my throat. I kept apologizing, pleading with him to let me go as suddenly a low growl emenated through the room "Stop touching her."

Shigaraki stopped dead in his tracks, still clutching my throat. Silence spread through the room like before an upcoming storm, and it had the hair at the back of my neck stand on end. Kurogiri nonchalantly turned off the TV and moved closer, ready to step in if necessary.

“Get your fucking hands off her,” Dabi growled again more viciously from where he slid off the stool at the bar, “She's not going anywhere.”

Shigaraki turned around slowly, staring at Dabi. "Oh, is that so?” I was stunned by Dabi's behavior as I tried to loosen Shigaraki's grip on my throat and was finally released. I gasped for air, trying to catch my breath, stumbling a few feet away.

“Are you gonna fight me?” Shigaraki rasped dryly, turning his attention towards Dabi, who hissed back, teeth exposed in a vicious smile. “I might, jackass."

"Over some spoils?" Shigaraki raised an eyebrow.

Dabi looked at him and I could see all the rage and frustration that built up over me, bubbling just beneath the surface for the last weeks, erupting at that moment. He let out a low rumbling sound, eyes burning with anger now, "She's no spoils, she’s my girl."

Shigaraki seemed to weigh up something, tilting his head. My heart was pounding out of my chest now, I had never seen Shigaraki this eerily calm before. His eyes moved between Dabi and me, his voice raspy and cold when he finally spoke, sending shivers up my spine. "Oh- I understand... You've been fucking her," he snarled and then it all happened very fast. A blur of movement, Shigaraki jumped towards Dabi with one swift move, hand stretched out, ready to strike. Dabi simultaniously shot his arm up, blue flames ready to shoot out of his palm, the smell of kindling suddenly suffocatingly strong. They were on a collision course and someone was about to die. Kurogiri was ready to step in but before he could I heard myself cry out “Stop!" Both villains froze, standing right across from each other, red orbs gleaming viciously at cold cerulean eyes - and that's when I realized what I had to do.

I moved before I thought, wound myself in between those outstretched arms, careful not to touch either of them. I winced at the heat of Dabi’s flames only inches away from me, Shigaraki's hand almost touching my face. Every muscle tense, I stared into Shigaraki's gleaming eyes and watched his hand tremble. The entire room held their breath as the other members watched the scene in front of them unravel.

"Shigaraki," my voice shaking, “please stop," His eyes narrowed and glared at me between tufts of pale hair.

"Why should I, Spoils?" he sneered coldly.

“Because there is no need to fight. I will go with you.” I said resolutely.

I heard Dabi hissing a growl behind me, blue flames pulsating and gushing with each of his heavy breaths.

Shigaraki stood unmoving, his eyes taking me in, visibly contemplating. Then his lips curled up and he let out a scratchy snicker, looking up at Dabi. "Ok, but I am only doing this to teach that sorry ass of a patchface over there a lesson - for having fucked you," he grinned wide.

"No," Dabi growled at me, desperation weaved into his voice. His eyes shot at his boss behind me and back to me. I turned around towards blue flickering lights licking at me, determination in my voice, leaving no place for arguments “Dabi, I am going with him."

His eyes froze at those words. For a split second, I could see his facade sway, turmoil flickering in his mesmerizing eyes, but he composed himself again, same cold expression on his face again.

"You're faking… " he snarled, staring at me.

Not saying a word, I stepped backward until I was leaning against Shigarakis body, feeling his hot breath against my ear, his chest rise and fall with each tensed breath. Red bloodshed eyes bore into cerulean ones as Shigaraki stared at him from behind my back, arm still outstretched. Dabi gritted his teeth as Shigaraki’s chapped lips stretched into a wide, eerie smile. He placed his free hand around my throat, pinkie raised as he tilted my head to the side and licked slowly along my pulse, never averting his eyes from Dabi. Agonizing seconds passed as he stared at Shigaraki, then at me. I was frozen, pinned in place by the heavy judgment written in his face. But then he backed down, blue flames dying as he lowered his hand, averting his eyes with a scowl. The gesture was small but there was an acknowledgment of defeat.

Shigaraki's lips curled up in a mock grin.

“Let’s go have some fun then,” he rasped lowly into my ear and pulled us towards the hallway.

Dabi watched us leave, a strained expression on his face. As soon as we were gone, he let out a feral scream, kicking chairs and tables out of his way. His hands started smoking, an eerie blue light dancing in his palms as he stared at the other villains with hurt anger, turned on his heel and stormed towards the exit. He crashed his boot against it and it flung open, hinges aching under the brute force. The last thing to see were the ragged edges of his coat as he disappeared into the dark of the night.

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vrishchikawrites · 3 years

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You know what would be cathartic?

JC getting the ass whooping he deserves.

I can't get over how he gets zero repercussions for the massacre of the Wen remnants as well as torturing and murdering who knows how many people for 13/16 years... Etc. Sure after Guanyin temple we get a spark of hope that he might at least mend his ways, but then in the extras he's back to his old ways so 🤷

The only post canon I accept for him is that he finally manages to cross one line too many and someone just beats the shit out of him and wipes the floor with his mug (preferably WN or LSZ because those two are such good boys and they deserve a little violence as a treat but LWJ and WWX could get to let out some steam as well) meanwhile the rest of the cultivation world watches on like "yup he had it coming"

(this is way, way post canon but I had a vision in my head. I hope it works)

Age has done nothing to temper Jiang Wanyin's personality. He's still entirely too quick to anger, always a hair's breadth away from violence. Lan Xichen finds it distasteful but he's a Sect Leader and must maintain proper relationship with his peers.

His amiable masks strains, just a little, when his youngest nephew is pushed back by the fury of Jiang Wanyin's blade.

It was supposed to be a lesson but Xichen knows Jiang Wanyin's true motives.

Lan Zhenxing is Wangji and Wuxian's youngest child, adopted when he was discarded at the gates of Cloud Recesses as a little baby. He may as well be Wei Wuxian's natural-born son, given how much he resembles him in personality.

His uncle is very displeased but Wangji is not-so-secretly enamored. Nothing pleases him more than finding traces of his husband in their son.

The quality that Wangji adores, Jiang Wanyin detests.

Xichen has always wondered why Jiang Wanyin is so determined to remain bitter. It hurts no one but himself. Wuxian has moved on, it isn't in his brother-in-law's nature to linger in the past. Xichen has witnessed his blissful happiness first hand and is forever grateful it turned out this way.

There's no reason why Jiang Wanyin couldn't follow the same path; build his family, nurture new ties, and take the path of peace.

Now, as he watches Jiang-zongzhu pressure his little nephew, his 14-year-old baby Lan, he can't help but feel angry.

It is supposed to be a lesson, a way to correct the child's sword grip, a way to help him become lighter on his feet.

Xichen had permitted it, nudging his intimidated nephew gently.

It was a mistake.

His little nephew's face is white and eyes are wide. He is visibly terrified and there's no parent in the crowd unbothered by it. He sees several cultivators step forward with disapproving frowns. There are a few who even dare to call Jiang Wanyin's name, asking him to slow down.

The Cultivation world is very familiar with the man's temper but this is the first time they see his capacity for ruthlessness so starkly.

"Jiang Cheng," Xichen turns around to see Wei Wuxian walk forward and breathes a sigh of relief. Wangji is nowhere to be found but he assumes he's still engaged in writing a report of their most recent Nighthunt.

The differences between Jiang Wanyin and Wei Wuxian couldn't be more stark.

Wuxian has a genial air and a youthful face. He barely looks like a father of three children, two of them already adults. Diligence and innate brilliance have allowed him to reach new heights of cultivation.

In terms of power, no one but Wangji is his match.

Jiang Wanyin, in contrast, has the look of a bitter, worn-down man. Xichen has always found it fascinating.

In Wei Wuxian, that Golden Core had thrived and shone with the brilliance of the Sun. In Jiang Wanyin, it has lost all of its lustre. It remains powerful, but nowhere near as potent as it should be.

Twenty three years ago, Wei Wuxian had gotten a weak body and a weak core. He build it up again and now he stands tall, strong, and practically glowing with the might of his spiritual prowess.

It is perhaps the person, not the core itself, that determines a cultivator's power.

Wei Wuxian steps between a furious Jiang Wanyin and his son, running a gentle hand over the boy's head to reassure him, "Go keep your A'die company, a-Xing. He's stuck with paperwork and would love a distraction."

All traces of fear have already left Zhenxing's face and he is back to his good-humored self. He bows to his father and Jiang-zongzhu cheerfully and walks away.

Wei Wuxian stares down at Jiang Wanyin with no trace of kindness on his face. The gentle father is gone, this is the Wei Wuxian his brother has carefully brought out with years of love and unceasing devotion.

Confident, self-assured, and absolutely unwilling to be anyone's victim.

"If you're angry, take it out on someone who can actually beat some sense into you, Jiang Cheng."

"Wei Wuxian!"

"Jiang Wanyin," His brother-in-law echoes mockingly, "Did you think you could harass my son and I would just let it go?"

"He's a weak if he needs your protection, even now." Jiang Wanyin says and Wuxian's expression turns frosty.

He unsheathes Suibian, "It seems like you need a sound thrashing."

Xichen coughs to conceal his laugh as Jiang Wanyin scowls furiously and rushes at Wuxian.

It is a short match. Sandu races forward and Wuxian spins out of its way, Suibian singing through the air as he cuts a shallow slash across Jiang Wanyin's chest.

The sight of blood silences everyone.

Wei Wuxian doesn't falter. It would seem everyone has forgotten just how ruthless the Yiling Laozu can really be when provoked. Wuxian presses Jiang Wanyin like the Sect Leader had pressed Lan Zhenxing. He becomes a swift, merciless, overwhelming force that has Jiang Wanyin scrambling backwards to avoid the more deadly strikes.

All the while, Wei Wuxian is calm, his lips quirked and clothes unruffled. He spins in a flurry of rich black silks and brings Suibian down with such force, Jiang Wanyin loses control of Sandu.

The sword clatters to the ground and Jiang Wanyin looks up at Wei Wuxian with fury and embarrassment.

"My son is weak, huh?"

One must wonder, Xichen thinks absently, how a man with every advantage in his corner manages to squander his potential so completely.

Jiang Wanyin is of noble birth, handsome in appearance, and posses a golden core that had immense potential.

And yet.

Xichen shakes his head as other cultivators nod in approval of Wei Wuxian, murmuring among themselves.

Apparently, no earthly advantages can overcome the faults of one's character.

"The good and righteous are always strong," His uncle says with grim satisfaction and Xichen looks at him in surprise, "Even if their bodies are weak." He thinks back on the young Wei-gongzi, back from the dead in a weak body. "The wicked and resentful are always weak." Lan Qiren starts walking away, following Wei Wuxian out of the training field, "Regardless of the power they hold."

Xichen looks back at Jiang Wanyin, who is stalking away with humiliation written on his face, ignoring the disapproving frowns aimed at his back.

What a pity.

#short prompts #wei wuixan #lan xichen #anti jiang cheng #post canon

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hollowedwing · 3 years

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Isekai-ed into Hawk's Life

Hawks x gn!winged!Reader

Warnings: ⚠️ Death!(at very beginning, it is an isekai), mentions of death throughout, some angst(??maybe not yet??), slight cursing

THIS WILL NOT FOLLOW A SPECIFIC TIMELINE IN THE MANGA

(so sorry i just, love, love, the idea of having wings)

(this is all my art, it is on IG, im just too embarrassed for people who know me irl to potentially find this xD Even though none of them have tumblr 👀 if you somehow recognize it...props to you?)

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tbh, I can’t decide if I want this to have more than 1 part.

Word count: ~1,800

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You were on your way home from a long evening at your part time job. Before that you had already taken 2 finals that morning too.

You dragged your feet, exhausted, as you headed towards the crosswalk. Stopping at the edge as the traffic light turned green, you decided to pull out your phone and decided to watch a speed paint from your favorite artist who recently released a new video.

It just so happened it was a Hawks speed paint 👀

The light turned red and you slipped your phone into your pocket as your started to make your way across the street

little did you know this would be the last time you'd cross the street

A wild driver came barreling down the road, no regards for civilians or traffic lights, probably drunk or high or just someone out for blood.

You stood there like a deer caught in headlights as your life flashes before your eyes

You can barely comprehend what's happening as you felt pain engulf your body and suddenly you were unconscious

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Keigo tiredly stumbled into his large apartment, kicking off his shoes and shrugging his jacket off by the door

He wants nothing more than to just flop down and pass out. The HPSC has been giving him hell lately about god knows what.

He let out a long sigh and headed towards the bathroom to do his nightly routine

As he finishes up, he drags his feet towards his bed and flops down face first into the comfort of his pillow and sheets

Keigo falls asleep almost instantly after getting into a comfortable position, worn out from a long day of work

What he wasn't expecting was a loud "thud!" coming from the main room. He jolts up from his bed, feathers ready to attack.

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Reader's pov(?)

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You groaned as you hit the floor. Your head was spinning and it feels like a truck just hit you

oh wait...

You suddenly became more alert, looking around in a panic, expecting to either be on the road and injured or in a hospital of sorts. What you didn't expect was a wooden floor inside of a random apartment.

You felt around your body for any signs of injury, but all you found were a set of wings on your back- wings?? Hold up. Why did you feel wings what kind of sick joke was this?

Your thoughts were racing as your breathing picked up. What was happening? Didn't you just get hit by a vehicle? Why are there wings in your back? Where are you even?

Feeling around in your pockets, you found your phone and whipped it out, trying for anything. You turned it on, the harsh light of it illuminating your face, you tried to send a text to your best friend, but alas, it wouldn't go through. Actually nothing on your phone seemed to work. You checked your location settings, for some reason it said Musutafu, Japan.

Wasn't....Wasn't that the location that most of Boku no Hero Academia took place?? This can't be right, this has to be a dream right? There's no way that you could have actually ended up here unless...

Then it hit you.

You read your fair share of isekai series back when you were alive in your realm. Mostly manhwas of characters getting reborn into another person's body, but, never actually reincarnating as yourself into another world.

That was the only thing you could think of. You must have been reincarnated into the Boku no Hero Academia world. Except as yourself.

In all honesty, this is not how you thought you'd go out. You didn't know what to expect after death, but this definitely wasn't it. After all, this was a fictional setting, wasn't it?

Well, not anymore because now you're living in it! Smh.

That would also probably explain the wings on your back. This was you now. You have a bird quirk.

Now, all you have to do, is figure out where the heck you are.

Just as you are about to stand up, feathers zip towards you, pinning you to the ground

You hear footsteps begin to come towards you. You don't know if you should be scared for your life considering you've already died once or ecstatic because, you knew for a fact, this could be none other than Hawks' apartment.

The winged hero finally emerges and stares down at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

He says in a low, gravely voice from sleep, "Who are you, and how did you get into my home?" You stare back up at him and nervously chuckle.

"I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you." You nervously sigh out.

"Try me." He demands, sounding a little more irritated now. You sigh in defeat and start to explain your situation.

"Do...do you know what an isekai is?" You said sheepishly while turning your gaze away from his. He kind of gave you a confused head tilt and just a vibe that said “No”. You sigh again and explain it to the best of your ability. Hawks becomes more and more interested and confused as you talk, but nods a long slowly.

“So...you were reborn here, but as yourself? Wait- does that mean you died before!?” He asked, disbelief and fear ran through his eyes. You looked at him in bitter amusement.

“Apparently I did. The last thing I remember of my world was getting hit by some truck or car. The dude clearly did not know how to drive. I had the right of way I was pretty sure at least. I mean, the light was red, usually that means pedestrians can cross the street? And plus he was going wayyy over the speed limit,” you begin to ramble on, the reality of actually dying setting into you. Hawks noticed the panic beginning to set into you and released you from his feathers. He crouched down next to you and grabbed your shoulders gently.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at me, you're ok now, right? You're here, and not dying in the middle of the street still. You're here. In Musutafu," he said trying to calm you back to reality. Well, what was your new reality. Your mind was racing. Trying to put together a coherent thought.

You look up to him, with a panicked look still in your eyes, thoughts started to come out of your mouth as your brain was trying to catch up with the situation. "I'm... I'm in Boku no Hero Academia and, and you’re Keigo... standing... right in front of me..I have wings. I have wings? Jeezus I have fucking wings. And I’m dead in my own world. I don’t know anyone, well, wait, technically, I do know people, just-Oh gods! I’m so sorry, that name slipped out! I- I, I’m really sorry Hawks." Even in your wild state, you noticed Hawks tense up at the sound of being called Keigo by a total stranger, and were able to get out an apology. That was progress? You were slowly coming back to reality.

Hawks froze up a bit at the sound of hearing his real name mentioned. At first he wasn't sure if he believed your tale of the isekai situation, but after this he might have to reconsider it. He opted to shake off that weird feeling for now and focus on different matters.

" I-I don't know what I'm supposed to do now? I have nowhere to go or to stay. I'm in a whole different freaking universe! My phone doesn't even hardly work here. And I have a pair of wings on my back!" You puffed them out angrily. Hawks glanced behind you and his eyes widened a little. You in fact, did have a set of bird wings. Kind of owl like wings. Not near as big as Hawks', but definitely big enough to fly you around.

Before Hawks could process the words coming out of his mouth, he was already asking you, "Would you maybe like to stay with me? I can help with your quirk too." He glanced away awkwardly. You looked towards him in disbelief.

"Dude, are you sure? We literally just met like 10 minutes ago? I mean, I'm all for it, I have nowhere else to turn to, but if you really really don't want me here, I will politely step out of your life." You so badly wanted to accept his offer on the spot, but being the considerate, mostly sensible human you were, you gave him the option to back out. Hawks shook his head.

"No, no, it's alright. You can crash here. Uh- I mean- stay here! Sorry!" You giggled at his comment.

"Well thank you very much!"

"It's all good. I have a spare bedroom you can occupy for the time being. I'll give you some clothes to sleep in that'll hopefully fit. Accidentally bought a couple things in the wrong size without looking. " (a/n: just...just assume its your size, or oversized, whatever's comfy idk) He jumped up and headed towards his room to grab you the clothes. You still sat on the floor. Still amazed at everything that was occurring.

Hawks walked back into the room and tossed you the clothes. "Hey uh, you know, you can get up now, sorry for holding you down earlier.."

You blushed and scrambled to stand up, "Oh no! It's ok! I understand. This would definitely warrant that kind of action. Some random stranger crashes into your apartment at like 1am. I completely understand. Honest."

He let out a small laugh and wearily brushed his fingers through his hair. The adrenaline of everything finally wearing off. He could feel the tiredness setting into his aching muscles again. “Ah, well, I’m going to head to bed now. The room is down the hall at the very end that you can stay in. I’ll take you out training tomorrow evening if that’s alright?”

You gave a nod of understanding and followed him down the hallway. “Goodnight Hawks,” you sang as he walked into his bedroom. He gave a hum of acknowledgment and closed his door.

Making it into what was now your room, you changed out of your clothes so fast, eager to rid yourself of the past hours events.

Not gonna lie, you could not figure out how to properly get your new wings into the shirt, even with the holes and snaps in the back. Your mind was too exhausted to even process this new skill. So you ended up going to bed without the shirt on and just settled for putting the sweatpants on.

You figured it’d be good to just pass out asap. You were sure if you tried to recount the recent events, you’d spiral into a panicked mess.

You shut your eyes tightly, willing yourself to sleep, trying to only think of positive outcomes for the future. But to be honest, you didn’t know enough about anything in this realm to think rationally about anything good.

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I prooobably didn’t proofread this as much as I should have

#hawks x reader #hawks x gn!reader #hawks x winged reader #bnha x reader #bnha x gn!reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #keigo x you #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader #ahHHHh i really hope this ok???#feedback might be nice? idk Dx #I'm still not in the flow of fanfic writing DX its been 5 years #geeeeZ #also I apologize for the amount of ellipses that i use #thats just how I text/talk kinda #isekaied into hawks life

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amostimprobabledream · 3 years

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And He Walks With Flames (Dabi x Reader) - Part One

They say humans, in a strange, ironic twist of fate, owe their magic to demons. A thousand years ago, they walked the earth, wreaking destruction and chaos wherever they tread. Humans were no more than meat for the slaughter, or glorified playthings for their amusement. The first generation of humans to fight back against their monstrous oppressors did so by a peculiar, ancient magic. A power that could repel demons and bring hope to all humanity. A terrible war raged for the fate of the world and the humans managed to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. The demons were banished to their land of origin, sealed away in defeat. But seals don't last forever. While historians argue on how literal these legends may be, there is no denying that ancient creature have begun to stir, appearing in our world again with growing frequency. And soon there might- The last paragraph was torn away. "Oh, for god's sake," you tsk. Sunlight pours through the large, high window of your lecture room, dust motes dancing in the golden rays. Though you were engrossed in your book, once you look up, the spell is broken, and the clear sky outside once again has your eyes wandering to it. It seems that you are not the only one getting distracted, either - even the professor keeps tapering off at the promise of an afternoon outside in the gorgeous spring weather. "Well," the professor says, shuffling the papers in front of her. "That's all for today. Please revise over the material and we'll discuss it in further detail next time. You are all free to go." You're only too happy to comply, putting your things away and scrambling to your feet. Everyone else is hurrying to get outside, pouring down the stairs to the doors, chattering to one another as they go. Normally you love going to lectures, but it's just too nice outside to be cooped up indoors. You push open the doors and step outside, a muted sigh of pleasure leaving your mouth. Your university, the Royal Academy of Magic, has the reputation for being tough, but so far, you've been enjoying the work. Learning about the different faces of magic, its uses, and the history of it, it's all so very fascinating to you. You've been able to use magic since you were young, but it's studying it here that will really help you unlock your true potential, and hopefully give you a concrete idea of what to aim for with your career. So far there are so many options a magic-user might do that it's been a little overwhelming trying to decide. As you cross the lawns, grass crunching beneath your feet, you decide to swing by your dorm first to drop off your books - they may contain a lot of knowledge, but damn if they're not heavy - your mother pointed out that you've developed something of a slouch since you started studying here. "I'm back!" you call as you push open the door of your dormitory. "Huh?" Kendou looks up from her bed, where she has a couple of books sprawled out next to her head, notes scribbled in the margins of her notebook as she looks over her textbook. Her red hair spills down her shoulder, coming loose from its signature ponytail. "You're back early!" "Yeah, they let us out sooner than I expected," you reply with a shrug and a small laugh, dropping your bag on your own bed and stretching, wincing as a kink in your shoulder pops. "Oh, well, that's good timing, someone came by earlier with a message for you," Kendou says, pushing herself up into a sitting position, apparently deciding your arrival is a good a reason as any to take a break from studying. "Your mother wants you to go down to the Imperial Research Centre to get your father." "Did she come by here?" you ask in surprise. Normally your mother arranges to meet you after lectures or seminars if she wants to see you during the week, and she's a rather busy woman besides. "No, she left a message at the front desk and someone passed it along," Kendou shrugs. "But she also said you guys are doing something tonight, right?" "Oh, yes, I'd forgotten all about that!" you say, feeling silly that it could

possibly have slipped your mind - you love it when you get to go out for a meal with your parents and often it means one of them has some exciting news to share. "Thanks, Kendou, I'll head over there now." She grins and gives a little wave. “No problem!” You suppose it's fortunate that the Imperial Research Centre is only a short walk from the campus and that you're very familiar with the place, since your father's been working there for so long. Anyway, it's a pleasant walk, the way there is lined with rows of trees that are only a week or two away from growing from dark to light pink and shedding their blossoms. When the street is in full bloom, it's like there's been a wedding. You even find yourself humming as you walk, breathing in the subtle smell of flowers on the breeze, wondering to yourself if the blossom trees were planted before or after the buildings were founded, but either way, whoever was responsible for them made a good call. The Imperial Research Centre is a peculiar building, made of blue stone and with a roof that boasts four conical points, one in each corner, making it resemble a castle from bygone days just plopped in the middle of the city. There's an aura of mystery to it, too, hinting at the all-important, life-changing work that’s always going on inside. If ever cutting-edge technology is released to the public, odds were that the Centre had a hand in making it. The building is cooler on the inside than it is outdoors, powered by a system designed to spread cool or warm air throughout the entire building, depending on the system. You approach the front desk, wishing that you'd thought to bring a jacket, because it’s always cold in here during the warm seasons, and the receptionist glances up on you with a slightly dismissive expression on her face. It's probably because she thinks you're an overeager student or some hapless intern, it's very rare a researcher your age would be able to work here. "May I help you?" the receptionist asks in a cool, professional tone. "Yes, I'm here to see my father," you reply. "He's one of the vice executives here." You give his surname, and the woman pauses. Is that a trace of nervousness you can see? "He's downstairs in Containment Room 1A," she says, checking a sheet of paper on the desk, which is littered with various papers, random pieces of stationary and one of those magitech intercom systems that they use. They have something similar at the Academy too, though of course, the Centre get the most high-tech version of everything. "All right, thanks," you say, turning to head for the elevator. "Wait!" the woman cries out and you glance back, confused. "I'm sorry, but you can't just walk through here, especially to the lower levels! You don't have the clearance and it can be dangerous." You scoff in disbelief. You have visited your father here before, many times, and this has never been a problem for you before. You always just tell them who you are and then get a visitor's pass. You even know some of the codes to the doors, thanks to waiting around for your father to finish work so often. "Well, please can you have someone go fetch him for me?" you ask, going to reluctantly perching on one of the chairs in the waiting area. "Can't it wait?" the receptionist asks impatiently, and maybe it can, but her attitude is starting to piss you off, so you shoot her a frosty smile you've perfected after watching your mother pull a similar face at people who don't meet her standards. "No, it can't." The woman sighs but she dutifully presses a button on the intercom system and speaks quietly into it for a moment or two, while you idly pick at a loose thread on the chair you're sitting on. She then glances back at you, eyebrows raised. "A messenger has been sent down to speak to him. Hopefully he should be upstairs shortly." "Thank you so much." you reply sweetly, the last words with heavy emphasis. After that, the two of you sit in a mutually frosty silence, with the woman sorting through paperwork on her desk and occasionally

directing people who approach her desk to the correct floor (which seems redundant to you - why can't people just read the clearly printed sign on the wall next to her desk ?), while you flick through some glossy magazines without actually taking in a single word. But you're not leaving until you've spoken to your father. Minutes tick by and you start drumming your heel lightly on the floor, leg jiggling with impatience. You wonder if the woman just lied about sending a messenger down to the Containment Room in an effort to pacify you, in the hopes you'll just get bored and leave. You grit your jaw at the thought, ignoring how cold you're getting, sitting here doing nothing. After maybe ten minutes, a man in a lab coat approaches the front desk, leaning over to speak to the woman. "Kino, could you come with me a moment? Hannah can start her shift." "Oh, I'll be right there!" Kino says, flustered, getting out from behind the desk and following the man as he walks briskly down the corridor, without a backwards glance at you. No doubt her replacement will be along any moment - perhaps she's running late? But you don't plan on sticking around. As soon as the receptionist rounds the corner, out of sight, you spring up and walk briskly across the room to the elevators, stabbing the button and stepping through the doors. You don't bother to fight the smile that spreads across your face as the doors slide shut. ~ "Father?" There's always something slightly creepy about the lower floors. The orbs lining the walls that are designed to keep the machinery running in case of a power shortage cast an eerie glow in the corridors, washing everything with a pale blue light that makes it seem far colder than it actually is. It reminds you a bit of walking through a tunnel of ice. Your boots click on the stone floor as you follow the lights to Containment Room A1. Finally, you reach the double doors leading inside, flanked by two windows each side. You can see your father inside, his back to you, so you rap on the windows. Nothing. You try again with more force, hurting your knuckles, but he still doesn't turn around. Perhaps it's soundproofed, so whatever's out here can't disturb whatever's going on in there? You glance at the keypad next to the doors, but you've never been to this particular room before so the code for the doors on the upper level is unlikely to be the same one for down here. Then you see movement, shadows beneath the crack between door and floor, and the doors slide open with a mechanical swish and two scientists in lab coats come out, comparing notes and murmuring together excitedly. You slip inside before they can slam shut again, unwilling to stand outside in the chilly corridor for any longer than necessary. "Father!" you call out as you enter. But then you stop dead in your tracks. Ahead of you, trapped behind some kind of containment field...is a monster. "What-?!" you hear your father say in surprise at his daughter suddenly marching through the doors. "What are you doing in here?!" But you don't answer. You can't look away from what's in front of you, even if you wanted to. You know without being told that this is a demon, but it's certainly not what they looked like in any of your history books. A tall, humanoid being that is undoubtedly male and you can tell from where you’re standing that he’s tall. The demon's huge, black wings arch out from behind him, reminding you of a bat. Two horns jut out from a crown of spiky black hair, but aside from that, you're surprised by how… human he looks. Your cheeks warm up as you notice he is shirtless, peculiar burn marks covering over half of his body and seemingly crudely stitched together like a patchwork doll. Despite that, he's impressively sculpted, sinewy muscles on full display and you know that demons were said to be uncommonly strong. Your eyes drift further down, and you spot a whiplike tail wrapped around one leg, topped with a pointed barb at the end, like a club in a game of cards. His arms are in restraints and so are his

ankles, yet he doesn't seem stressed in any way, leaning against the back wall of his holding cell as though he's waiting for something. "What...is this?" you breathe out, finally turning to your father. "This is our latest research subject," your father replies beside you, also staring at the demon, though his expression is surprisingly somber, considering just how amazing it is that they have been able to capture and contain a demon. You've never seen a live demon before, and something tells you that the one before you certainly isn't any garden variety one. "Director Fuji is very excited about this. It's not every day you see a demon this high ranking." Slowly, the demon stirs, raising his head a little. You're perfectly safe outside the containment field, as well was the multiple other safety measures both inside the cell and out of it, yet the sensation of being watched makes your flesh break out in goosebumps. From beneath spiky fronds of hair, the demon's eyes - so blue they almost don't look real - stare right at you, his gaze alone rooting you to the spot, laying all your defenses bare and leaving you feeling bizarrely naked before that look. Watching you without once blinking or breaking his gaze, his lips part in a sneer to reveal two rows of teeth, the fangs sharp and white as an icicle. You find yourself holding your breath as your father speaks again. "Sweetheart, meet Dabi."

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